zach is like the only one talking and then every once in a while

Dating Zach Dempsey would include :

- lots of PDA, everywhere. He’s not ashamed to show everyone that you’re his, not a all. It doesn’t have to be too sexual though, he just likes to hold your hand or having you close to him

- Him always trying to make you smile

- He’s honestly the cutest dork

- Zach had to beat Bryce’s ass more than once because of his inappropriate comments about you

- Him secretly sneaking in your bedroom pretty much every night and leaving early in the morning after cuddles, causing him to be tired during the whole day at school

- He often missed his trainings because of that

- Being the reason why he often ditches his plans with the guys

- You’re the first person that comes to his mind when he needs to talk

- You’re basically the mom of the boys group

- Telling Bryce that he’ll end up in jail because of all the bullshits he does

- Hanging out a lot with Justin after school because he always makes you laugh which makes Zach extremely jealous

- Zach and the guys were watching the both of you laugh

- When you go ask him what’s up he gives you the silent treatment

- He avoids your gaze, only answers with Hmm.

- You eventually get that he’s jealous and hug him by behind as tightly as you can, and he tries to shove you away but you literally turned into a giant koala

- “(Y/N) stop.“  ”I won’t move unless you tell me what’s wrong

- He loudly sighed

- ”You’re always with Justin.“  ”Awh. Is my baby jealous ?you asked playfully as you kissed his neck, making him turn his head to the side.No. And don’t call me that.“  ”What ? Baby ?you mocked him.Stop.he tried to sound like he was mad.Baby, baby. You’re my baby.He sighed again and bit his lip to hide his smile.God you’re annoying.You snuggled your face in his neck and circled it as you left kisses on his skin. Zach, you’re the only one I’m in love with. You and only you. I love you. you said before leaving a kiss on his cheek. He sighed, smiled and finally took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth before leaving a kiss on it.I love you too idiot.

- Let’s say that the guys wouldn’t stop mocking you after that

- Wearing his jersey and attending all his games


- Catching all the attention on you doesn’t bother you at all, fuck everyone

- Keeping his little sister with him when his parents are out

- Him watching you in awe as you listen to her sister talking about her friends while she tries to braid your hair

- His sister absolutely loves you and always asks Zach about you

- Zach being pretty sure that you’ll end up married in the future

- You always being there for him, even more when he discovers the tapes

- Receiving drunk texts of him when you can’t be at one of Justin’s party

- You calling Alex and asking him to keep an eye on Zach, just in case he does stupid things

- You’re the one who explains to Justin that Jessica won’t take him back and that you completely agree with her, but that you’ll still be there for him, no matter what

- Justin hugging you really tightly after that and of course, Zach saw it.

- But he quickly calmed down when you tell him why you shared a hug

- Having one of his shirt that you always bring with you on holiday so when you sleep you can smell his scent as if he was with you

- Having tons of adorable, funny, cute, awkward and weird selfies of the other in your phones

- Zach pouted when he discovered the awkward selfie of him as your lock screen but he secretly loved it

- You don’t fight often but when you do it’s like a "let’s see who can hurt the other the most” game

- Which results as you both not talking to the other for a day

- Then he sends you a pic of him with a pouting face with and a “don’t you wanna talk to your favorite idiot? :(” text

- “I love you.” *kiss on your lips* “So” *kiss on your nose* “Fucking” *kiss on your cheek* “Much.” *kiss on your forehead*

- Him being a fool for you

- Bear hugs

- Hands holding

- Unexpected gifts from the both of you

- Helping him preparing his biology tests

- You once offered him your pen that just ran out of ink and said “It reminded me of how empty your brain can be sometimes

- Justin died of laughter that day

- He pouted all day

- You’re just the cutest couple of all times

- Everyone ships you

- You’ve been elected the king and queen of the prom

Originally posted by pitterpratter



I’ve never done an ‘Imagine’ before so please bear with me. This little idea wouldn’t leave my head so I had to write it.

Originally posted by knightlley

Imagine you being best friends with Tony and Clay. You’re the one girl who’s either oblivious to all the cute boys around you and/or you’re the one girl who brushes off all flirtatious comments thrown at you. However, there is one boy who’s truly interested in you and he finally decides to make it known when Valentine’s Day rolls around.

Jeff X Reader

Walking through the school hall, you wrinkle your nose at the red and pink paper hearts adorning the walls. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and posters advertise dollar carnations so you can buy your Valentine all he/she deserves. It’s not that you have anything against the Hallmark holiday, it’s just.. all so pink and definitely not one of your favorite colors.

You make it to gym, pasting on a frown as you trudge inside. Making a beeline for the coach, you pass over a note and wait patiently as it’s read. The coach scoffs, you bite back a smirk and then trudge over to the bleachers when the coach grunts in acknowledgement of having read the note before waving you off. When you stomp halfway up said bleachers, you let your book bag fall with a content sigh before laying down on your stomach on one of the bleacher seats while pillowing your head atop your crossed arms. 

“You look cozy,” you hear Tony’s familiar voice say. “What excuse is it this time?”

“Killer cramps and a heavy flow. I enjoy grossing out the coach.” Cracking open an eye, you see Tony decked out in gym wear sitting right in front of you, grinning. “Having a vagina really has it’s perks.”

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Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.


Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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Dead (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

There had been whispers about it. Jeff wasn’t a drinker to begin with. He was always the designated driver and even when he wasn’t he never had more than two or three beers. That particular night you’d been absolutely bombarded with math and science homework. He’d begged you to come to the party with him. You’d thought about it, but declined in the end. He kissed your cheek and told you he wanted to go to breakfast in the morning and that he’d be there to pick you up at 9:30. You wouldn’t be going to breakfast. In fact the next time you saw your boyfriend it was under very different circumstances. It was six hours later in the middle of the night. He was in a body bag. He was dead. Over what they called a drunk driving accident. Jeff was deemed drunk by most everyone at the scene. Everyone except you and his mother. Of course your opinion on how it happened didn’t matter as much as the fact that he was dead, whether he’d been drunk or not. You’d gone spiraling out of control. So much so that your mother forced you to take the rest of the semester off of school, joining independent studies. It didn’t do any good. You just felt more lonely. Jeff’s presence lacked even more and there was rarely a distraction. You didn’t feel any better about him being gone by the time you had finished your time in independent studies. You felt the same as when you’d first entered independent studies, so you had no problem when it came time for you to come back to school. Still a zombie, of course, and it didn’t help that your friend Hannah Baker had committed suicide during your absence from school. You knew you looked bad. You knew you had dark circles under your eyes. You knew you’d broken out from not eating right or regularly. You knew your hair was in the bun because you hadn’t bothered to shower, turning to perfume and deodorant instead. You opened your locker, shoving your books into it, you were back at it. Everyone was in their usual spots, nothing had really changed since you’d left. Except that Jessica and Justin were no longer together. Zach had gotten dumped by your best friend after the tapes were released. He’d known too much, she said, to keep it all a secret from the people who deserved to know. He’d borderline stalked her for a while. She’d threatened to move across the country with her aunt and uncle if he didn’t leave her alone. So he did. Nothing changed with Bryce. At least not yet. The fact that he was a rapist had gotten out. You’d heard things about Bryce and girls and parties, but not about Jessica and Hannah. You hid your face in your locker as you looked at your phone. You got a text every morning from Jeff’s mother. They varied in what they said. Today’s said “hello beautiful, your mom said I could pick you up after school and we could go to the mall. We also want you to stay for dinner.” You had your license but you hadn’t wanted to drive and your parents hadn’t trusted you to drive since Jeff’s accident. You were scared of cars now. You were also scared of alcohol.
“You’re back.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Justin Foley. There’s concern in his eyes, like he knows that there’s a great chance you don’t want to be talking to him. And that you won’t forgive him. Forgive him for staying quiet when anything but that would have been a better option. He’d stayed quiet knowing his friend had raped not only Hannah baker, who would of course go on to kill herself, but his own girlfriend.
“Yeah.” You responded, not looking up from your phone as you texted Mrs. Atkins back.
“You look good.” He smiled at you. You locked your phone and slammed your locker closed, startling Justin.
“I’ve learned to accept pity but I’ll never accept being lied to, Foley.” You looked him dead in the eyes before moving to walk away.
“Seriously, Y/N! Given the circumstances you look really good. I don’t know how many people could survive what you’ve gone through.” By the end of his message he’s just white noise and you continued to walk.
“I’m not so sure I did.” You mumbled, leaving the jock in the dust. You knew he’d been having his own struggles. Hell, he’d been having his own problems since the day he’d been born to his waste of space mother. But that boy had let himself become a bystander for rape on account of somehow owing it to his rapist friend. There was no use telling him what you thought, he knew he was in the wrong and he’d heard it a lot. Marcus smiled at you as you continued down the hall. You found yourself walking towards him.
“Hey Y/N how are y-” you cut his formalities off.
“Is Y/FN at school yet?” Marcus was quite obviously caught off guard. His words fumbled together a bit.
“Uh, well, yeah. She tends to not go through the halls a lot anymore. She avoids us a lot.” Marcus explained. He didn’t give much eye contact.
“I knew that much, thanks.” Again, you were stopped before you could walk away.
“Will you guys ever talk to me again?” Zach’s familiar voice took over.
“This is your first attempt to talk to me as far as I’m concerned.” You crossed your arms. He looked as though he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“I’ve called and texted you for months.” Zach looked at the ground.
“One text of the many was you asking about me. The rest was you trying to get to Y/FN because she blocked you on everything. Your motives were not the most selfless, Zach Dempsey. Reassess yourself and your self righteous nature.” You spun on your heels and walked out of the room. You see your best friend talking to a girl named Skye, one of the only people either of you could stand the be around in the school anymore.
“Saw you talking the some henchmen.” Skye said, staring at her fingernails, which were painted black.
“Strictly to see where you were.” Skye smiled a little. Y/FN turned and hugged you.
“I’m glad you’re back, normal is what you need right now.” She said. Once you pulled away from your best friend, you saw someone coming. Clay Jenson. Lanky, kinda dorky Clay Jenson. The Clay Jenson that brought you free candy and free movie ticket vouchers after Jeff died. But this was also, and most certainly not least, the Clay Jenson featured on the tapes. The Clay Jenson that knew girls got raped, that knew a lot about the night Jeff died. Including that it wasn’t Jeff’s fault at all. In fact, he knew he wasn’t drunk and that it was Sheri that was drunk and had caused Jeff’s death. There was a handful of people that knew it wasn’t Jeff’s fault. The people that were featured on the tapes. Clay was featured on the tapes and so was Justin and so was Marcus and so was Zach. They saw you yanked out of school for being mentally unstable and not being able to understand how Jeff did this and why he was drunk at all. There were answers, and no one gave them to you until the tapes were handed to the police. You knew when the public knew. Nothing hurt more than that. And that’s why you hated those boys. And Courtney and Jessica and Alex and Tyler and every other god forsaken person who earned themselves a tape by being an insensitive asshole.
“Hey Y/N.” You looked over at Clay, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared at you nervously. You looked at him, blinked twice, and looked away.
“You look good.” Silence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You can feel Clay looking at you, but you won’t look at him. There’s a short pause.
“Y/N I know I should have said something to you as soon as I knew but it was a lot more complicated than it se-” you found yourself waving your hands in the air begging him to stop speaking.
“You’re going to listen for a moment.” Clay nodded, finally able to make eye contact with you.
“Jeff and I were going to apply to all the same colleges, did he ever tell you that?” Clay nodded his head. You and Jeff had already planned on marriage. Everyone knew it.
“Did you know we were going to share an apartment right away instead of dorms?” Clay gulped, looking at the other two girls nervously.
“He talked about you constantly, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“People have been talking about me constantly. It’s my turn to speak.” Clay shut his mouth quickly.
“Wanna know something I’m sure you weren’t aware of?” Clay’s eyes filled with more fear by the second.
“Did you know that the day after I saw Jeff dragged away in a body bag is the day I miscarried our baby?” Clay knew he wouldn’t speak but his mouth fell open from the shock and not knowing what else to do.
“So yeah, maybe you can forgive yourself for not always being there for Hannah. And maybe Jessica will forgive Justin someday and maybe, just maybe Y/FN will give Zach another chance. But guess who doesn’t have the tools or the people to move on? Me. My boyfriend is dead and my baby is dead. And my future relies on me being a zombie through life, hopefully getting decent enough grades to shuffle through the rest of my life because there will never be someone who makes me feel and love the way Jeff did. And I’ll never be able to have a baby made up of more love. Everything will be me settling because the best of what life has to offer is quite literally dead.” The bell rings but no one moves, and everyone just looks at you as hot tears stream down your face.
“Y/FN, go tell Zach how much you still love him and how much you’re willing to fight for each other. And Skye, tell Clay how you’ve been in love with him since the sixth grade and how you’d be really pumped to go out with him. Because life’s short and sometimes even shorter than expected. No time is put on this earth to be wasted. Love each other.” You let out a shaky breath before turning and heading to English class. Jeff would be proud. In that moment you knew maybe you would be fine.

How the boys of 13rw would react when...

You’re taking to another guy?

Once again I’m assuming you mean the 13rw boys :D enjoy!!!
(B/N is boys name btw)



Originally posted by knightlley

Monty would spot the two of you, leaning against some lockers, you laughing at some dumb joke this kid had told you as the boy would use that to inch closer to you. It didn’t take more than two seconds for Montgomery to make his way over to you and end whatever was going on. He would slide himself directly in the middle of the two of you, his back facing the other man and his eyes locking on yours, a small smile forming on his lips as he would lean in and capture you in a passionate kiss which you confusingly yet eagerly returned. Monty would keep you in the liplock for as long as he could, with no fighting from you as you merely basked in your boyfriends affection, before he finally pulled away when he heard the other man cough loudly, regretfully leaving your lips and giving a lazy glance towards the source from over his shoulder. You hung your head slightly and rolled your eyes at your boyfriends behavior, realizing why he was doing this. You leaned over Montys shoulder to give a sorry glance at the friend you were talking to “Sorry B/N” you tried to console as he then quickly turned and walked away, definitely not wanting to get in the crosshairs of Montgomery De La Cruz. You then moved back to look at Monty and slapped him playfully on his shoulder “Dammit Montgomery that was my lab partner” you explained trying to sound angry but you couldn’t lose the tugging of a smile on your lips. He would break out in a wide grin and roll his eyes “From what I saw it looked like he wanted to be a lot more than lab partners” he stressed, defending himself as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist pulling you flush against him “And I just wanted to make it clear that I’m the only partner for you”. You cocked your head to the side “Oh I think you made that quite clear” you teased, crinkling your nose. “Good” he sung before capturing you in another kiss


Originally posted by alltimewolf

Zach would shut that down real quick. He knew he could go over there, scare the kid senseless or he could bring you to him in a way that didn’t seem as jealous or dicky. He’d call your name, flashing you a bright smile that you saw as nothing but harmless. In response, you said your goodbyes to your friend and waltzed over to your boyfriend who you then caught angrily staring down your friend you had just left who could now no longer ever make eye contact with you again in fear of the great Zach Dempsey. You would scrunch your eyebrows as you glanced up at your boyfriend “Did you call me over to get me to stop talking to my friend?” You would ask, Zachs arm already around your shoulders. “Would you be mad if I said yes” he would reply a teasing smile dancing on his lips. “Were you jealous?” He would scoff at that, shaking his head in an attempt to say no but you could see it in his eyes, the fear that you no longer loved him or the fear that this guy could be something more than just a friend, the fear of losing you. You rolled your eyes at Zach but immediately placed a small kiss on his cheek “You have nothing to worry about” you’d soothe “But please don’t make all of my guy friends afraid to talk to me”. He would laugh, placing a kiss on the top of your head “Fine, but as long as they know you’re mine”


Originally posted by booksandcoffees

No one ever saw Jeff really as the jealous type and that would normally be true, but he just couldn’t contain himself when he saw you with another guy, one that looked way too enthralled with everything you had to say and one that was dangerously too close to you. Jeff abruptly left his conversation he was having with Zach and Monty and immediately moved over to you. Jeff had no clue what he was going to do but he did know that he wasn’t gonna be an ass about it, not out right at least. In a matter of no time he was by your side, his muscular arm snaking around your waist and resting his hip against yours. He glanced down at you flashing a small smile that then carried onto the man in front of the two of you “Hey I’m Jeff” he said in his nicest sing song voice he could muster “You are?”. The second Jeff arrived the boy nearly fainted, he was completely aware who Jeff was, just as much as he was completely aware of the two of your relationship just as much as you were completely aware of what Jeff was doing. Instead of answering the boy in front of you gave you a meek goodbye and walked away “Well that wasn’t very nice” Jeff sarcastically spoke, causing you to nearly double over in laughter “Someone jealous?” You would question after your fit of laughter, peering up to lock gazes with him. He shrugged “Just trying to make friends” he lamely defended causing you once again to snicker and tightly hug his side “Awe don’t worry Atkins, I only love you”. His smile would turn soft as he returned the hug, resting his chin on top of your head “Good because I love you too”


Originally posted by nialler-hoeran

He would think of any way to get your attention, settling on the good old fashion way of walking up to you and interrupting your conversation between you and whoever this stupid kid was. “Hey babe” he would greet completely ignoring the fact that you were in the middle of a sentence. Your friend glanced between the two of you “Uh I’ll talk to you later” your friend suggested “No, no it’s okay” yo I would try to begin but both you and your friend saw the quirk in Justin’s eyebrow and the clench of his jaw “It’s fine” and like that, your friend was gone. “Did you really interrupt my conversation to say hi?” You would question, somewhat upset. He would shrug and glance down at you “I didn’t like how he was looking at you” was his response that sent you giggling. “You’re a dick you know that” you would reply playfully yet lovingly “A dick that loves you and wants him all to himself” he reminded planting a kiss first on your forehead and then on your lips, pulling you as tight against himself as he could.


Originally posted by straxh

Alex would try to shrug it off, try not to stare intently at the two of you, try not to run up to you, grab your hand and lead you away, but it didn’t work. He would watch the two of you, every move and every laugh and just wait until you were done. He didn’t want to make a scene and as much as he knew this could just be an innocent little chat between two mutual friends but this thought didn’t stop his heart from racing and blood from boiling. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous but while that seemed to register in his brain it did no such thing in his heart. When you were done you would wave to your friend goodbye and he’s don your way, spotting your boyfriend Alex you would head over to him “Hey babe” you would greet, giving him a peppy side hug. He would give a low smile and nod in response, not getting that kid out of his mind “What’s up?”. He would shake his head but ultimately end up telling you “I know it’s stupid I just, I saw you with that guy and you looked really happy and I don’t know, I don’t know it’s stupid, really”. You would laugh in response and hug his side tighter “Nobody makes me happier than you Alex” you would assure “I love you”. This time a real smile would take over his face, holding onto you like you were his lifeline “I love you too babe”


Originally posted by theindigorose

Clay would be so awkward about it all. He knew he had no right to be upset but he couldn’t help the feeling of anger and curiosity. This boy you were laughing and talking to was probably a friend or a partner in class or a friend of a friend but all he could think of was the absolute worse. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you and after a bit, you would notice. Leaving your conversation you walked over to clay, grabbing his hand as he continued to stare at the man you were just talking to “Whatcha lookin at?” You playfully questioned, wiggling your eyebrows. He would glance at you then at the man then laugh “I-I’m sorry Y/N” he would begin “I didn’t mean to stare I just-” but you cut him off with a quick kiss and an encouraging smile “You’re cute when your flustered”. A rosy blush would appear in his cheeks as he shook his head “Im always flustered” he reminded with a laugh. Giving a slight wink you squeezed his hand “Exactly”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3

“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

Stupid tapes (part 2)

requested? yes! (thank you for doing so!)

pairing: Zach x reader

Summary: Zach takes his girlfriend home from the party and tried to help her with what Bryce did to her

warnings: mention of rape i guess, dealing with the feeling of being raped

words: over 1.3k


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With Hannah’s death Zach knew things can get really bad pretty quickly. One day you see someone in the school hallway, the next day you find out they’re dead.

But it never even crossed his mind that, first of all, his girlfriend would break up with him and that the next day he would have to save her from Bryce.

Now he was driving them away from the party, from all the drubk people, from Bryce. It was late at night,  streets were mostly empty, lights turned off in the houses. Zach’s hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead though every five seconds his eyes were going back to the girl sitting in the seat next to him. 

Y/N was sitting with her knees up, feet on the edge of her seat. She was hugging her legs, chin propped on her knees. She was practically drowning in Zach’s jacket. If it wasn’t for the fact that his scent calmed her down, she would’ve given it back to him. She inhaled deeply, her hand brushing through her hair, getting them away from her face. Y/N has stopped sobbing but had silent tears running down her already wet cheeks. Her mind was slightly less intoxicated now, yet the feeling of disgust was still present. 

She hasn’t even realised the car stopped until Zach quietly said “we’re here”. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the house they were stopped in front of, “I thought you were taking me home.”

He bit his lip feeling nervous, “I didn’t want you to be alone right now,” he told her truthfully. He only saw her nod her head before she undid the seatbelt.

Zach quickly got out of the car and went to the opposite side to help Y/N get out. She quietly followed him up to his door, it took him only a few seconds to unlock them and let her inside. 

“My parents are out of town and my sister is having a sleepover at her friend’s house so…,” he was glad noone was home, he hoped Y/N would feel more comfortable with just the two of them, without anyone asking any questions or giving them looks of worry.

They stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, both not really knowing what to do or say. 

Zach wanted so badly to take her into his arms and protect her from everything but he wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to touch her, so he did nothing. What he didn’t know was that Y/N did want him to do just that, but she also wanted to hide somewhere and don’t talk to anyone.

After a few seconds they eyes met, them looking into each other’s eyes, keeping the eye contact, trying to communicate without saying anything. 

Suddenly a sob break out from Y/N’s lips and she brought her hands to her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds. Within a second Zach was by her side, taking her much smaller body into his arms and hugging tightly, afraid she would collapse. His hand was gently moving up and down her back, his lips pressed to the top of her head, leaving small kisses. Zach had his eyes closed, he was breathing deeply, his heart breaking at the state of his, well, ex-girlfriend.

“Do you want to go upstairs and change?” his worlds were muffled by her hair and the sound of her crying but she pulled back and nodded, Zach’s hands cupping her cheeks and wiping off the tears from them with his thumbs. 

When they stepped into his room Y/N sat on the edge of his bed while Zach took out a T-shirt he knew Y/N loved to wear whenever she was spending the night at his house. She didn’t even need anything else, as the shirt almost reached her knees.

She would normally change with him in the room, but this time Zach opened the door to his own bathroom and left the clothes on the counter, next to the sink. 

“You can go and change in the bathroom-”

“Can I, uh, take a shower too? I feel kind of… dirty,” she didn’t look at him but kept her eyes on her hands, playing with her fingers.

“Yeah, you know where clean towels are,” he smiled sadly at her. 

Before she went into the bathroom she stopped in front of him, “can I leave the door open? I don’t want to be locked there.”

“Of course! Do you want me to, you know-”

“Please,” she finally looked up at him and this time he was the one to nod. Zach sat by the door, his back pressed against the wall as he watched Y/N taking a shower behind the almost see-through glass. 

But his mind wasn’t focused on her naked body, God, he wouldn’t even think about looking at her like in that moment. His mind was trying to understand how Bryce could even try to do something to her. He truly wanted to beat the shit out of him, not even caring if he would kill the guy. Zach didn’t even know what happened exactly, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear, but he had to ask Y/N about it. Nothing he prepared in his head seemed to be good enough to be said to the poor girl. 

He was brought back from his thoughts when the water stopped and when the glass door opened to reveal Y/N wrapped in a fluffy towel, some make-up sill left on her face. 

Zach stood up from where he was sitting on the floor and grabbed the t-shirt he prepared for her and helped her put it on.

“Zach?” with her broken and quiet voice she seemed even smaller than she already was.


“I, I can’t wash this off of me. I can still feel his hands on my body and his lips on my neck,” her voice was shaking and the hand she brought up to her neck scratched the side of it hardly, hoping the awful feeling would go away.

“It will go away, I promise. He will never touch you again, fuck, he will never even look at you after I’m done with him,” he didn’t know how else he could help her.

“You were friends, I don’t want to cause-”

“Don’t, don’t even say it. He never was my friend, and he will never be. You’re all that matters to me, alright?” he cupped her face once again, looking straight into her eyes, “I love you so much, I’m gonna do everything I can to protect you, okay?” she bit her lip when she felt her eyes watering again, nodding. “But I need to ask you about one thing first, is that alright?”

“He only kissed and touched me, nothing more,” she answered before he could even ask, Zach let out a sigh of relief, glad his girlfriend’s story wasn’t the same as Jessica’s.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there earlier-” Y/N stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips softly, her hands wrapping around his neck. 

“I just needed to know you’re really here,” she mumbled after she pulled away, “I wanted to feel your lips and not… his…”

“I will always be here, I love you, baby,” Zach had tears in his own eyes, finally letting them fall down. 

He pulled her closer to his body, arms securely wrapped around her, shielding her from the world. 

They then spent the whole night cuddling in Zach’s bed, not talking much but just letting Y/N know he will be there for her, whatever happens. 

And the next day, when he dropped Y/N off at her house, he made sure to have a small talk with Walker, breaking his nose even more.

Anonymous said: May I request a Jeff imagine where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to Clay and Tony about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit and he thinks something’s wrong with him because of constant rejection by the one girl he likes. The other jocks keep teasing him about Y/N’s rejection which upsets him, but you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout session and ask him on a date.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses


You’re sitting in the bleachers, letting Sheri show you the newest cheer routine that she wanted to teach her girls. While you aren’t the cheer type, you don’t mind letting your best friend bounce any and all ideas off of you.

“Woo!” You obnoxiously shout as Sheri ends the routine in a split. “Now show me some spirit fingers and the routine will be perfect!”

Sheri laughs, shaking her head in amusement as she slowly stands to her feet. You feel the bleachers shaking because someone’s  either running on them or just acting a fool, and you turn your head just in time to see Jeff slide in next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“Smooth, Atkins. Very smooth,” you laugh.

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7th grade science (Zach Dempsey, 13 reasons)

Other than being on the badminton team to get out of having to take a gym class, you steered clear of sports. You hated the people, the double standards, and most importantly the fact that most of the school’s budget went to sports. You took part in theater and choir and dance and art and practically any visual/performing arts activity the school had to offer. By the end of your freshman year, you were helping out at the local elementary and middle schools that were putting on plays. Star basketball player, Zach Dempsey’s little sister was apart of play productions at her school.

After coming to one of her plays that you’d helped put on, you noticed Zach has made an effort to come over and speak with you. He seemed a little shy, but the two of you carried on a conversation perfectly fine. The week after that, you noticed Zach making an effort to talk to you every day. You didn’t think anything of it on the first day. Or the second. But things got suspicious after that. His friends started being nice to you. Justin started walking you to some of your classes, Sheri complimented your makeup. Marcus even offered to help you study. None of these people had really talked to you before. You stayed guarded. Your best friend had a history of dating jocks, but other than that, jocks had nothing to do with your personal life.

On this day, your best friend had gone home sick, the two of you didn’t drive, so you usually walked home together. With her absence, your earbuds became your friend for the walk home. You were still walking down the street in front of the school when you were jolted by a honk. You looked over to see a car driving by you slowly. The back seat held none other than Zach and Marcus. Justin filled the passenger seat, while Bryce drove.

“Need a lift home, Y/N?” You hear Bryce say, laughing under his breath. All the boys were staring at you, obviously waiting for an answer.

“Um, I’m fine, but thanks.” You went to put your earbud back in and continue on your walk.

“Got homework to do?” Justin asked. You swallowed. Not making direct eye contact with any of them.

"A lot, which is why I’m gonna get going.” You put the earbud in quickly this time. Walking off at a fast rate. They were, of course, in a car though, and you couldn’t exactly speed walk away from a car under most circumstances.

"We could get you there faster.” Marcus laughed. You could hear their various comments no matter how loud you played your music. Finally, you yanked both earbuds out.

"I’m really not trying to be a bitch. Really, I’m not. And I know none of you are used to hearing the word no. But there’s a first time for everything. No, I do not want to ride with you. I want to walk home, alone, listening to the music I want to listen to. I’ll see all of you at school tomorrow.”

You looked up at the sky, dark clouds were taking over, as well as winds. You, being in a short sleeve T shirt, crossed your arms over you chest and sped up, wanting to get home before the rain started. A minute later, you looked over and they were gone. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, Y/N?” You jump, startled once again. You look up to see Zach walking next to you. He grinned at you.

"I’ve been here for a solid minute, and you haven’t noticed. What is that you’re on, twitter?” You glared at him, walking even faster now.

"This could probably qualify as harassment. Where’d the car go?” You look around in the surrounding Parking lots and on the streets.

“I told them to go on without me. I wanted to talk to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still looking at you.

"Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. You suddenly felt drops on your arms and on your head. It was beginning to rain.

“Shit.” You found yourself mumbling again.

You walked faster, not wanting the papers in your backpack to be completely drenched. You soon realized that Zach was a lot faster than you and could keep up with you. And suddenly, you had his letterman jacket draped over you.

"I’m fine.” You grumbled. He simply chuckled.

“You’re soaked.” He corrected. You rolled your eyes.

"And now you will be to.” He was in a tight blue T shirt, his arms crossed like yours. He smiled at you.

"Better me than you.” You gave him a side eye glance. He wanted to play gentleman, did he?

"Since when do I exist to you?” You adjusted the jacket to where it covered your head.

“What are you talking about? We’ve been friends since elementary school.” You scoffed, pursing your lips.

"Aren’t we friends?” You could feel him looking at you. You walked faster, he knew you weren’t friends before this. He knew you hadn’t talked since you’d been paired up in seventh grade science for a project.

"Do you really think we qualify as friends, Zach? Do you really think that?” You looked up at him. He looked a little hurt, but maybe like he knew you were right.

"Look, I know we just started hanging out but-” you stopped abruptly, catching him off guard.

"Hanging out? You call you and your friends following me around for a week straight ‘hanging out’? I call it creepy.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected you to be so harsh and brash.

"I’m sorry okay? It’s just, my sister loved working with you so much and it just reminded me of some stuff.” He pushed his now sopping hair out of his face. You were a block away from your house, so you started walking again.

"Stuff being?” You persisted, though you walked ahead so you couldn’t see his reaction.

"It reminded me of why you’re the only girl I’ve ever really had a crush on.” You stopped. Sure, you were in front of your house, but you also couldn’t move. Zach Dempsey had a crush on you? Key word being had, but still.

"How? When? Where? W-” he cut you off this time. You were still in front of him but you heard him let out a sigh.

"Justin and them- they’re better than they seem. But they don’t get biology, or why I love it. Do you remember when we were paired up in Ms. Milton’s class in middle school for a project?” Zach looked at you. You opened the white picket fence that shut you away from your yard, walking inside the property.

"You can come in, Zach.” You held the fence open. He shuffled quickly inside. He looked surprised that you’d even invited him in. You walked up the path way and up to your porch, unlocking your front door.

"It’s not fancy like yours, but it’s home.” You held the door open for him once again and he walked inside, looking around.

"I’ll get you a towel.” You ran up the stairs, soon coming back down, handing him the towel. You gestured for him to follow you as you walked into the living room to sit on the couch. He sat next to you.

"What were you saying about Ms. Milton?” You didn’t want to let on that you knew exactly what had occurred in Ms. Milton’s class.

"Well- we were partners for a project. And- I let you pick the animal we’d do the project on. You picked whales. And I became so interested in sea life after that project. Now I wanna be a marine biologist. It all started in Ms. Milton’s.” He stared at you. He was serious. He’d been in love with you since the seventh grade.

"Yeah? Well you stopped talking to me in high school. I stopped mattering to any sports player once high school hit.” You didn’t make eye contact with him.

"Okay. Well, I thought I’d never have a chance as soon as I became a basketball player. But I’ve liked you so much- ever since middle school.” You looked up he was scratching the back of his neck.

"You do that when you get nervous.” You pointed out. He laughed a little.

"Oh yeah? When you’re anxious or nervous, you pick your nail polish off.” He was right. That was a nervous tick you had. Maybe he wasn’t such a liar after all.

"Listen, I’m sorry if the boys started to bombard you. They just- they hook up with a ton of girls and they were worried because I wasn’t into any girls they sent my way. When I finally told them about my.. thing for you, they went a bit nuts.”
You laughed a little. Justin and Marcus fucked anything that walked at parties. Bryce’s dad set it up so he could order strippers and prostitutes to come whenever he wanted. Zach was different from his friends. Everyone in the school knew it.

"Do you wanna stay for dinner Zach?” You blushed a little as you looked his way.

"Sure, but can I take you out for some food tomorrow night? Just us?”

You felt yourself blushing again. Defensive? Sure you were. But your heart was already fluttering at the idea of going to dinner with Zach Dempsey.

Bestfriend Trouble (2/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!

Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.


“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.

“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.

“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.

“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.

“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.

“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.

“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.

The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.

There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.


The night of the winter formal

Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.

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Offbeat - Auston Matthews

Annonymous said: maybe an auston matthews imagine where you somehow ended up being apart of ‘the guys’ with them showing up at your house randomly to pick you up to hangout and go to parties. and puckbunnies both are intimidated by you because youre always around and rude to you because you arent the typical super thin blonde, and get even more jealous of how close you are with auston in particular and then things happen and you n auston finally get together (surprise me with the how?) please and thank you :)

A/N: Hello everyone! Now I know everyone has been patiently waiting for Mason (Part 6), but I have other requests pending, and I find when I write other prompts or stories, it helps me write about other storylines I have going on as well. Creative juices, right? 

This was reqested a while ago and I appologize for the wait! I hope it’s similar to your request, and I do believe this will be another multi-part imagine. Let me know what you think!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, and Zach Hyman)

Words: 4,691

Warnings: Language and Alcohol Consumption

Originally posted by willynylanders

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Manager’s Daughter- Jack Avery Imagine

Not Requested! But please feel free to request something. I mainly enjoy writing about Jack, Daniel, and Jonah, because dang those boys make me swerve lanes.

NOTE: Reminder that the boys have more than one manager so this story is not to be related to Aspen in any way. 

Word Count: 2.4K (It is long!)

It was only supposed to be for one night. That’s it. The feelings weren’t supposed to linger, and the memory was supposed to fade. You and Jack promised that you would act like it never happened. After all, both of you were “just friends.“ 

 The Why Don’t We house was normally noisy and a little hectic, but somehow, Jack had managed to get you alone. You were in their backyard, talking under the night sky. No stars could be seen, but your view of the Los Angeles lights seemed just as beautiful.

 Most of the conversation was a blur. You had asked him if he was excited for tour and there was no doubt that he was ecstatic. Performing across the country was a dream come true for Jack. You, being the managers daughter, were able to come along to some of these summer shows. You listed out the shows you could attend, and described what you were most looking forward to in each city. Your eyes lit up when you got excited, and Jack was hanging on every word. He was clearly happy that you were coming along for the journey.

 "Ya know, y/n… it really sucks that it won’t be like this next time around,” he sighed. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, prompting him to elaborate. 

 "Once you go back to school in the fall, you won’t be able to come to shows… I just- I’ll miss having you there.“ Hearing how badly Jack didn’t want to be apart from you was hard—mainly because you felt the same way. Ever since you met Jack, you guys clicked. You had only known each other for a little while, but it felt like you had been friends for years. You two shared a sense of a humor, a taste in music, and a love for pushing each other’s buttons. Traveling together had made you very close. But, because you were the daughter of one of the managers, you and Jack tried so hard to keep a friendly and platonic relationship. No romance allowed. Your father had been crystal clear about it since you met the boys. You were to be friendly, but not too friendly. 

However, in moments like these, Jack’s facade cracked. He started to slip up, to show affection, and admit how much he missed you when you were gone. All the boys knew you two were inseparable. They knew that you were head over heels for one another, but no one talked about it. The topic was off limits. Most of the time, both of you tried to restrain yourselves from being too vulnerable. But tonight, for whatever reason, you couldn’t help yourself. You desperately wanted to let yourself fall for Jack. 

 The city lights reflected off of your faces as you stared at each other. "I’ll miss you too Jack. So much. But at least I’m here for the summer, right?” He smiled back at you with that irresistible grin that only comes around once in a while. “Yeah. I like having you around. It’s just… comforting, I guess." 

A silent pause followed. You two were trying to study each other’s faces—trying to read each other’s minds for a sign of what to do next. Jack laced his fingers with yours and ran his thumb up the side of your hand. A chill ran down your spine. He was your weakness, and you were his. He seemed to be finally giving in. Your faces inched closer together, and the pace of your heart beat sped up. Your eyes danced across his face, trying to sense any hesitation. 

 Suddenly, the moment was broken when Jack inhaled sharply. "Y/n… I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. If he found out… your dad would kill me." 

You shook your head quickly. "Just kiss me." 

One of your hands rested on Jack’s shoulder and his arm slid around your waist. He threw all caution to the wind and kissed you gently. Time seemed to freeze for a second as you melted into each other. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You smiled as you pulled away, finally realizing that this should have happened way sooner. Jack had the same love struck expression on his face. He looked down at his feet as if he was trying to conceal his smile. He would never admit it, but you always left Jack wanting more.

 But then you saw him. The initial shock of the kiss quickly wore off. You spotted a tall figure in the corner of your eye. Jonah was peering out of the large window, his eyes wide. Your heart sank to your stomach. How long had he been there? Jack’s head whipped around and his eyes met Jonah’s as well. Your hands were frantically ripped apart. The loss of connection stung. "Let’s go,” Jack muttered. The romantic mood was definitely washed down the drain. 

 You two rushed to the door and stepped inside, face to face with the one who caught you. Thankfully, he didn’t seem upset at all. Actually, he was smiling. “Finally! Oh my goodness. I have been waiting for you guys to admit your feelings to each other for forever now. Are you gonna tell-” Jack shushed Jonah and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Dude shut up. No. No one is going to know about this.” Jonah looked beyond confused and kind of pissed that Jack was making such a huge effort to silence him. “What are you talking about? Why not?” he whispered screamed at Jack. Jack glanced back and forth from you to Jonah a few times and threw his head back in frustration. “Look. Y/n and I are just friends. That- that kiss thing… that wasn’t real. Okay?”

 Well damn. That hit you like a train. It felt very real to you and now Jack was denying it in front of one of his best friends. He turned to you this time and had an even more serious tone in his voice. “This never happened. Okay? You and I aren’t together. It was just a one time thing. That’s all.” Jack’s cheeks turned red and he ran a hand through his hair. 

Your silence angered him, so he continued. “Just promise you won’t say anything… okay?”

 You could feel the tears start to rise in your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath in order to keep them from falling. “Yeah. Just a one time thing. I get it.” With that, you turned your back to the boys and left the house.

 As you drove home, you could only repeat one phrase to yourself over and over. “We are just friends. We are just friends.” Maybe if you could convince yourself of a lie, it would become true.

 Despite the tension that was created between you and Jack, you still wanted to see him and the rest of the boys perform. Why Don’t We was no longer just your dad’s job. The band became a part of your life too. So, you kept your promise and joined the band on the road for the Something Different tour. Being the good friend he is, Jonah never mentioned the incident to anyone, and you still had your dad fooled. He was convinced that nothing was going on between you and Jack.

 Everything seemed to be going according to plan, but you were hurting more than ever. Every time you walked into a room, Jack refused to look at you. He would act like your weren’t there. You tried to make small talk, but it was painful and difficult. How many times could you ask: “What are you wearing for the show?” and “are you excited?” if you always received the same short answers? 

 "Probably something black.“ "Yeah." 

His responses never changed.

Even though you were heartbroken, you were really good at bottling up your emotion. That is, until someone asked about you in an interview. You were sitting backstage at the concert venue, while everyone in the crew was trying to set up for the show. The boys were across town doing a livestream for some teen news publication, so you had the broadcast pulled up on your phone. All of the band members were sitting together on a couch and a man sat in a chair opposite them.

 "So… everyone is dying to know: who is single?” Everyone except for Corbyn raised their hands, as per usual. However, the interviewer looked shocked. “Really? Just one of you is off the market? Are you sure?” Jack, Zach, Jonah, and Daniel all nodded their heads in affirmation. The man rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Not even crushing on anyone?… Jack, I thought you had some girl you are with, no?” Jack shook his head in silence, trying not to look too fed up with the question. 

A picture that you had posted on Instagram a while back flashed up on the screen. You were on Jack’s back, looking happy as ever. He was holding you up with a goofy expression on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight in front of you. "Out of curiosity then, who is that?“ The answer seemed to come out of Jack effortlessly. "That’s just the managers daughter.” No doubt, he had rehearsed that line. 

 Just the managers daughter. He didn’t even admit that you two were—or at least had been—close friends. Jonah glanced over at Jack and bit his lip. He knew he shouldn’t say anything, but he wished he could. Jonah felt sorry for you; he really did. Your heart felt like it was shattering in slow motion. Every time Jack discredited your relationship, a piece of you broke. It dawned on you that if you were to drag out this awful tension for the entirety of the tour, you would leave a mess. You just wanted to go home. Of course you wanted to be Jack’s one and only, but losing the friendship really hurt too. Being around him all day wasn’t helping your situation at all. You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the ground. 

 Then, you made a plan. You would convince your dad that you were homesick. He would let you return home and stay with your mom and siblings until tour was over. Your dad would definitely believe it. You could just lie and say that you miss your friends and you were missing out on making summer memories with them, and that you wanted a normal summer break that didn’t involve any boy bands. Before you knew it, you’d be on the next flight out.


It’s so hypocritical of me to say, because I was the one running away from all of our problems, but I missed her. She was still physically with me, yet I missed her so much. We would be standing in the same room and feel like strangers. The worst feeling is having someone right next to you but feel so far away. 

That night at the show, I scanned the sides of the stage for her face. She was nowhere to be seen. Normally, she would be dancing and singing along with Jasmine, or the rest of our crew, but she wasn’t there. Maybe, I had pushed her too far away. All the negative thoughts caused my performance to lack energy, and I was hoping the crowd couldn’t tell. I’ve never been superstitious. However, I felt as if I was missing a good luck charm. Up on that stage, I finally realized that there could be thousands of screaming fans, but the audience felt empty when she wasn’t there. Her presence was unmistakeable; I fell for the way she threw her hands in the air and laughed and sang every word.

 After the show, we all ran off stage in a heap of exhaustion—mine being more emotional than anything. One of our managers, y/n’s dad, walked by. He slapped us all on the back and congratulated us on a great show. 

 "Oh. Hey, have you- uh- seen y/n?“ I asked him, out of breath. He looked a little taken by surprise.

 Nice one, Jack. He’s probably thinking: "The first thing this boy wants when he gets off stage from a sold out show is my baby girl? What is he up to?” The poor guy is still oblivious to the fact that I am in love with his daughter.

“Um… She’s on our bus. I think she’s packing… has a flight out tomorrow.” Heat started draining from my face when I heard those words. She’s leaving.

 Again. Nice one, Jack. You and your asshole self have driven her away for good.

I bypassed the rest of the crew and security and made a B line for her bus. Someone was shouting after me not to exit the venue, but I could care less. Thankfully, no fans had gotten the chance to line up outside yet, so I had a straight shot to her bus. I pounded on the door to be sure she would hear me. 

“Y/n?! I know you are in there. I need you to let me in!" 


 "Y/n! C'mon. What if I was being mobbed by fans right now? You’d have to let me in.”

 She looked down at me from one of the windows. “I know you aren’t being mobbed by fans Jack. I can see you.” I stared at her for a few seconds, trying to think of the right thing to say. It was probably the longest amount of time that we had made eye contact since the night we kissed, but neither of us wanted to look away. "What if I said I was sorry for being a jerk and that I really didn’t want you to leave?“

 I could barely see her features, but I could hear it in her voice. Y/n was crying. "Why do you care? You are Jack Avery and I’m just ‘the managers daughter’, right?” Her bitter tone was something I had never heard before. To be honest, it shocked me. Y/n’s demeanor was normally so gentle and patient. I opened my mouth to protest but she gave me no room to speak. “You are embarrassed of me,” she spat. “I thought we were so close. I thought I knew you. But is that ‘not real’ too? Just like the kiss wasn’t?” I knocked on the door again and sighed. “Please, y/n. Just let me in. We can figure this out." 

She shook her head over and over. "I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore. It only destroys me in the end… I’m going home.”

 I bit my lip and stared at my feet. I felt truly felt defeated now. More than anything, I was scared…scared that I couldn’t fix us. "Y/n… you don’t understand.“ 

 "What else is there to understand?" 

 "To me, you feel like home.”

Nobody Gotta Know - Jack Avery

A/N: I know I’m supposed to be continuing my ‘a different post for every song off of Invitation’ project but I keep on coming up with new ideas and I’m an impulsive person and it’s bad ahhhhh

Summary: You’ve been very close with the WDW boys ever since they met, considering you’re Jonah’s younger sister. But you’ve especially been getting close with a certain band member, Mr. Jack Avery.

Warning: some cursing

“Y/N!” you heard 5 boys cheer as the front door open. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you stood up from the couch.

“BOYS!” You mimicked, letting out a giggle as you went through the line.

Jonah gave you a kiss on the cheek, “hey baby sis”

Zach gave you a hug, “long time no see Y/N”

Corbyn grabbed your hand and spun you around, “What’s up Y/N?”

Daniel gave you a high five and locked your fingers, “how’s it going, girl?”

You walked straight past Jack, trying your hardest to not give him a second glance.

“How was your session?” You grinned, the 4 boys rambling on simultaneously while you felt a pair of eyes burning into your side. Goddamnit Jack.

“That’s great!” You cut them off, pushing them toward the couch and having them sit, you made eye contact with Jack, nudging your head toward the kitchen before smiling back at the rest of the band. “I’ll go get some snacks”

You turned the corner and opened the door to the fridge, hearing faint mumbling coming from the room you just left.

“Where you going, Jack?” You heard your brother question, you froze, knowing that Jack was capable of screwing this up with his choice of words.

“What? Um… I-I’m going to go get some water, I’ll be right back” you let out a sigh at his response, that boy was hot as all hell, but he sure could be dumb at times.

Before you could even turn around, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. “I missed you, Y/N” he hummed, sending chills down your spine. You turned to face him, placing your hands on his chest.

“Water huh? Nice save Mr. Avery” you giggled, keeping your voice low so the boys couldn’t hear you through the paper thin walls.

He pressed his lips onto yours, your hand cupped his cheek gently as you smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours.

You stood there for about another minute, just taking each other in, letting your breaths sync as Jack hummed one of their new songs to you.

You opened your eyes and sighed, grabbing Jacks hands that were wrapped around you, now holding them in yours.

“You should get out there, they’re gonna get suspicious” you whispered, not wanting this moment to end.

“Okay.” he huffed, placing another quick but meaningful kiss on your lips before turning to walk out.

“Wait” he stopped in his tracks as you spoke, turning to face you once again.

You then placed a water bottle in his hand, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

“You may be cute, but you sure are dumb” you giggled, vocalizing the thought you had earlier.

He mouthed a quick “thank you” before walking back into the room with the other 4 boys.

You heard the boys begin talking about some nonsense and sighed in relief.

You and Jack had been seeing each other in secret for about 4 months now. He made you happy but you knew that Jonah would never allow it. His little sister dating one of his best friends was the farthest thing from his mind, and it should stay that way. Even though it was hard keeping the secret from your brother, to whom you told everything, and you wanted to go on dates with Jack, but you knew that it couldn’t happen.

You stood there, leaning your back against the island, deep in thought before you heard a sentence that stopped your heart.

“So Jack, what’s with you and Sabrina?” (Once again, a random name) your breathing hitched in your throat, without thinking you barged out of the kitchen and back into the living room, planting yourself down between Corbyn and Jonah.

“Sorry I took so long” You spoke through your teeth, raising an eyebrow at your secret boyfriend, his eyes widened.

“Didn’t you say you were going to get snacks?” Zach asked you shot him a glare as he was sitting in a beanbag chair diagonal from you.

“Get them yourself” you hissed, a fake smile plastered on your face as you crossed your arms. Zach was taken back by your harshness and sunk deeper into his chair.

“So what are we talking about?” You tilted your head to Corbyn who had made the original comment. He let out a laugh and pointed his finger at Jack.

“Mr. Lady’s Man over here is gonna go on a date!” He laughed, Jack’s eyes locked with yours, trying to tell you a million words at once but you looked over towards Daniel, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Oh really? Who is the lucky lady?” You questioned, Daniel furrowed his eyebrows but answered your question anyways.

“Her name’s Sabrina, she works at the Subway near the recording studio, Jack goes to see her every day. TOTAL BABE!” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows and you were seeing red, you let out a forced laugh.

“N-No I don’t! It’s the only place to eat within a 3-mile radius, it’s just a coincidence that she’s always there.” Your boyfriend tried to explain himself, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You felt your face heat up.

“BULL!” You felt Jonah’s laughter vibrate through the room. “She wrote her number on your sandwich wrapper today!”

“Did she?” You gasped, playing it off as a joke but you really wanted to know. You couldn’t believe that, while your boyfriend sat across from you, your brother and his friends were trying to set him up with someone else.

“Okay, maybe she did, but I threw away that away!” He objected, you rolled your eyes and leaned into your brother. Maybe Jonah was right, the boys were great friends but bad news when it came to boyfriends.

“Good for you Jack, maybe it’s about time you get a NEW girlfriend” your words were harsh as you stood up off the couch. “I think I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap, I’ll see you guys later.”

Without looking back, you ran up the stairs that lead to the second story. Trying your best not to let the hot tears stream down your face, but it was too late.

You walked into your room and locked the door behind you, plopping yourself onto your bed.

Of course, he wanted someone else, who wants a girlfriend that they have to hide from everyone?

You felt your phone buzzing like crazy, you finally decided to pick it up and have a look.

Noodle Head Jones<3 :

“Y/N please come back downstairs”

“Y/N, you know that I wouldn’t do that to you.”


“Y/N, this is a huge miss understanding”

“Come downstairs”

“Fine I’m coming up”

Within seconds of getting that last text, you heard a knock on your door making you jump slightly.

“Y/N?” His familiar voice was soothing. “Y/N, open the door”

You let out a sigh and stood up, unlocking the door to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you. You cut him off before he could speak, “no it’s fine I get it. I’m just your band mates little sister, and you want someone that you can take on dates, and post cute pictures with. I’m not that girl” he shook his head and grabbed your hand.

“No! Y/N, I don’t care if I have to sneak around with you, just like I don’t care if your brother decides to beat my ass when he finds out about us. All I know it’s that you’re it for me. You’re the only one that I want. And I understand if you want me to never see Sabrina again, I’m fine with driving that extra mile to go to Quizno’s.” His words took your breath away. You had no words, so you kissed him instead, a kiss you would remember for a while. And so would your brother.

“Y/N!” You were pulled out of your moment to see your brother standing in your doorway, anger seething from his body.

“Shit” you whispered.

Part 2

It’s Okay

Hey guys! I’ve got my first ever Power Rangers fanfic here. I saw the movie on Thursday and I just really really loved it. I also started shipping Billy x Jason from the moment Jason slapped the shit out of that bully. So, here’s my fic for them. I hope you guys like it!

All mistakes are my own

Jason’s been to a lot of football practices. Like, a lot. But none of them have made him as tired and as sore as training to be a Power Ranger has. Every step he takes, makes some muscle somewhere hurt. But it’s a good hurt, this is the happiest Jason’s been in a long time. He finally feels like for once he’s doing something right. After all nothing beats training to be a superhero and then going for pizza with his friends.

They’ve been getting closer and closer, the five of them. They’re all different, extremely different and at first it wasn’t clear if they actually could get along. But now, Jason can’t think of anything better than hanging out with the other four.

Sadly, tonight’s not a pizza night. Kimberly had to be home for a family dinner. Zach needed to check on his mom and Trini, well she hadn’t said why she was leaving but she left all the same. Which leaves Jason and Billy for the rest of the evening.

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Good Enough- Jeff Atkins

Warning: Mentions of sexual harassment and rape, please read with caution

Song suggestion: Couldn’t Say No by Young L3x


You were best friends with both Jeff and Clay. Clay being your younger brother by a year. He was your other half and was there for you through anything. Clay had your back through everything, even though he was the more quiet type as you were the more outgoing one.

Jeff Atkins had been your best friend since he was in your grade. Y'all met on the first day of freshman year, accidentally bumping into one another and knocking all your books down. He was the first one on the ground to swiftly pick up your things and send you that gorgeous smile. Ever since then, your friendship had been an envied one throughout the whole school. Girls wanted to be you because one, you were always so kind to everybody. There wasn’t one mean bone in your body and you were always there for everyone. Two, because you were beautiful with an amazing smile. There was never a day you were unhappy. And last but not least, Jeff Atkins would stare at you with so much love and awe. It was a look every girl would kill to have.

Secrets were never your thing in friendships, you told Jeff everything. Even the time you snuck out at three in the morning to go skinny dipping in a nearby lake. So when you told Clay something you never told anyone, guilt washed over you. It wasn’t a bad secret just one that was meant to be kept from him; you had feelings for him.

Lately you had been so insecure about yourself and Jeff not liking you back, that when Clay mentioned a party at Jessica Davis’s house, you immediately agreed to go, wanting to drown your sorrows in alcohol.

Dressed in a black skater skirt with a thin grey sweatshirt and see through tights under also paired with black heeled boots, you were ready to go.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Montgomery De La Cruz, another one of your best friends, exclaimed with Jeff standing with him. Both were near the ping pong table, talking about the upcoming scholarships for sports as you walked up to them.

“Hey guys.” you smiled, giving Monty a hug first before moving over to Jeff, who wrapped his arms around your waist and holding you against his chest.

You pulled away instantly missing the warmth of his body. “Wanna go get a drink?” Monty asked, pointing to the kitchen. You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the house not before sending Jeff a smile and saying ‘be right back.’

Jeff stared at you, having a rushed feeling of disappointment as you and Monty laughed it up. He watched as Monty grabbed onto your waist and whispered into your ear causing you to smile.

“Keep staring that hard and you could bury the poor boy six feet under.” Jeff switched his gaze over to his other best friend.

“I didn’t think you would show.” Jeff smiled, bro hugging Clay. “I mean who else is gonna watch over my sister.” Clay responded, pointing towards you.

Jeff’s gaze turned back to you, watching as Monty had his head buried in your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. Jeff looked up towards the sky, clenching his jaw with a small sarcastic smirk.

“You know she likes you right?” The older boy snapped his head towards his younger friend with wide eyes. “She told me yesterday. She came home upset about something and i asked what’s wrong. She started crying saying she wasn’t good enough for anyone. After that she told me she loved me and went to her room.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jeff’s eyes burned with anger, searching the backyard for the boy.

“What? What’s going on?” Clay asked, confused with his friend’s sudden burst of anger.

“She feels this way because of Bryce. Yesterday, we were all hanging out at his place and we were in the pool house and Y/N went inside to use the restroom. Bryce went too, but he said he was going to get more beer. That son of a bitch probably said or did something to her. When i find him i’m going to kick his ass.”

His eyes stopped when the man himself Bryce, Zach and Justin, stepped out from the kitchen sliding door.

While Jeff stood there angrily staring at the boy, you and Monty were in the kitchen having a great time. “You know Jeff likes you right, princess?” Your heart beating fast as he said those words. “Well he doesn’t seem to act like it. Why would he?” Your attitude was evident as you sipped your cola, deciding it’s better to be sober.

“I have a plan.” Monty smirked, grabbing your waist. “Lets make him jealous.”

“Monty that’s not nice!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. His mouth went to your ear, whispering, “I’m never nice, pretty girl.”

Jeff stood infront of Bryce, Justin, and Zach with a stone cold face. “Dude, did y'all see Monty and Y/N in the kitchen? Looks like she’s moving on real quick from the last guy.” Bryce snickered as he looked over at Jeff, who clenched his fist.

“Bro, that’s not cool. Y/N ain’t like that.” Zach said as he punched his shoulder. “Yeah man, that ain’t cool. Y/N ain’t that type of girl. You already know she only sticks to Jeff and only him.” Justin agreed with Zach, getting angry at him.

“Well it doesn’t look like it.” Bryce pointed towards the kitchen, with the perfect view of you sitting on top of the counter with Monty in between your legs, kissing the shit out of you.

Jeff’s heart dropped to his stomach as his throat dried up, as you gripped Monty’s hair and his hands slid up your legs. The anger was dropped to a whole other level of heartbreak, but once Bryce opened his mouth, it came back again.

“Jeff, man, you don’t need her, she’s a slut. She isn’t good enough for anybody, just like her best friend, Hannah.”

Both Zach and Justin turned towards the boy in disbelief. That’s when Jeff finally had enough. He punched Bryce in the face, making the boy stumble back. “Bro, what the fuck?” He yelled, wiping the blood from his mouth. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re the one who told her shit, didn’t you?! You made her cry! You tried to do something to her!” Jeff yelled at the boy, shoving him to the ground. By now, a crowd surrounded the five of them. Both Justin and Zach standing with Clay.

“I told her the goddamn truth. She’s a slut, just like her damn best friend. They both aren’t good enough for anybody. We all know they’re gonna be working on the corner, sucking dick for 5 dollars.” Bryce yelled, making the crowd that surrounded them gasp.

Clay’s eyes widened, realization hit him, “You son of a fucking bitch. You hurt my sister!” He yelled, both of the boys holding him back.

“That’s the fucking problem Bryce! You think that insulting and sexually harassing these girls makes you feel good, that it’s all fun and games when it’s not. You’re just a piece of shit, living off your parents money. You’re a miserable fuck that thinks he can use his money and ‘power’ to hurt these girls. You’re fucking sick man!” Jeff’s anger got the best of him as he repeatedly punched Bryce in the face.

You and Monty finally show up, squeezing your way through the crowd to see Jeff on top of Bryce. After all the commotion y'all heard from inside, you were told that Jeff and your brother and Bryce were fighting, you were quick to rush outside.

“Monty get him off, he’s gonna get into so much trouble!” You cried out to your best friend, who nodded.

Monty rushed to get Jeff off of Bryce, standing in front of him before he could charge at the boy, who was fucked up. “Jeff, bro, calm down. Look he’s already passing out, come on.” Your best friend lead him to the front as you rushed to your brother.

“Are you okay, Clay?” You panicked, as he pulled you into his chest. “It’s okay y/n, i’m fine. Just go check on Jeff for me please, he needs you more than me, right now.” He kissed your forehead, before you walked to the front of the house. Jeff sat at the curb of the house with Monty. Your sniffles made Monty look up at you with a smile, “I’ll leave you two alone.” He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going inside the house.

You sat next to Jeff, staring at the road ahead, sniffling. “Is it true? Did Bryce really tell you that? That you weren’t good enough? Did he do something to you?” He asked, with a worried expression.

You were silent, until tears came to your eyes, “He held me up against the bathroom door and told me no one would want me, that i was a slut. T-then he shoved his hand in my shorts, i told him no, but he told me that i wanted it. I tried to call for you, but he told me that no one would hear. Then he took off my shirt-” You broke down crying, not finishing what had happen.

Jeff grabbed your waist and sat you on his lap, cuddling you to his chest. “Shh, it’s okay baby, i got you.” He whispered into your ear, sliding his hands along your back, soothingly. “He won’t be able to hurt you no more, i’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i was scared of what would happen.” You whimpered, feeling the comfort of his words and warmth.

“I understand why you didn’t, but Y/N i want you to know that you are good enough for anyone. What he said to you doesn’t mean anything. I love you, Y/N, with all my heart, watching you with Monty tonight hurt like hell, but hearing you say what Bryce did was worse and i want you to know that he won’t and will never be able to touch you ever again. I’m here to protect you, if not as something more then as your friend.” He sniffles, feeling defeated that he wasn’t able to protect you.

You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it as you wiped his tears, “Thank you, Jeff. For everything you’ve done for me. I love you with all my heart, too. Monty wanted a reaction out of you because you weren’t making a move for his 'otp’ to finally get together.” You giggled softly as did Jeff, who stared at you with nothing but adoration.

You met his eyes and leaned in, closing the gap between y'all. His hands held your face as you kissed him with so much passion and love. After years of waiting for him, finally his lips were on yours. Everything was gonna be okay.

Jeff Atkins Imagine (request2)

ahhhgggg, this was extremely difficult to write but I hope it’s good!

AU where Jeff didn’t die in the crash and Clay stayed with Hannah

WARNING: i’m pretty sure all of my imagines are going to mention weed in them


“He doesn’t remember your relationship with him.” 

Those words were like an atomic bomb to you. In all of your years of life, it never crossed your mind that something this tragic would happen to you. No one expects it, you guessed. No one knew that your boyfriend of six months would get in a car crash and lose all of his memories of your relationship. Sometimes you blamed yourself. Why did you let him go on that beer run? Why didn’t you keep him at the party? Why did you let him leave drunk?

It could have been worse, you concluded. Jeff could have died, but it felt as if he did. And at first you had been in denial. You pushed passed persisting nurses and held is hand as he slept, but when he would wake up he would always just smile and say “Hi Y/N? Did you make cheerleader?”

So you stopped seeing him, because the first thing you told him on the first day of school was that you hoped that you would make cheerleader. That’s where his memory ended. He didn’t remember that the years of friendship had slowly begun to knit into something more, he didn’t know the intricate stitches of your shared secrets and nights on the roof of his car. But you could never forget because you loved him too much. Maybe that love is what sparked the hope in you, the hope that maybe in some way you could make him remember. 

It had been two weeks after the accident, fourteen days of crying yourself to sleep and finding comfort in the bottom of red solo cups and rolled joints of cannabis. A Monday to be precise, when Jeff returned to school. You were dressed your best and had your makeup done after hours of being in front of a mirror, as if you were barely meeting him for the first time. When he walked in people crowded around his figure, giving him pats on the back and passing their condolences for his lost memory.

“No, it’s cool guys! Obviously nothing worth remembering happened during that time.” He replied with a laugh, oblivious with his giant forehead scar.

People turned in your direction, where you stood at the edge of the crowd, trying your best to hold back tears. Part of you was traumatized because you were thinking of what would have happened if you had truly lost Jeff in the accident, but you couldn’t even gain comfort from him because he didn’t remember that just those months ago you had shared your first kiss together.

People dissipated like ants, scattering away while staring at you. You knew some of them were scared to make you cry, because it had happened in the last week while you were at a basketball game. The others simply didn’t care so they stayed. The majority of them were the jocks like Monty, Zach, Justin, and Bryce. 

“That’s got to burn,” Monty made a face while walking over to you. He placed his arm around you while you stared at Jeff laugh with his friends. “You know, Y/N, I’m all free, and since our little Jeffrey over there doesn’t remember a thing about your ‘relationship’ with him, it would be better if you just acted like it never even happened. You can’t get him to fall in love with again.”

You made a noise of irritation and sadness before turning around under 
Monty’s arm and pushing his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Montgomery! Fucking fascist asshole!” 

You took his arm from your shoulders and turned on your heel, storming to the red room, where you knew you would calm down. Pictures were a great hobby of yours, and it mean usually that you had to spend time with Tyler the school ‘creep’ but you didn’t mind very much. 

“Bro, what’s her problem?” Bryce asked as you stormed way, Monty shrugging his shoulders like it didn’t hurt his feelings. 

“She’s probably still pissed off because I didn’t go all the way with her Saturday at your get together. She was stoned as fuck.” The guys all laughed except for Jeff as they started to head in the other direction, talking about that night. 

It was partially true, you had made out with Monty at Bryce’s party two days ago, but you had been desperate, stoned, and drunk and in desperate need of some relief. You were stressed out and depressed, what else were you supposed to do? Find help? Shrinks were a joke in this town, you would be laughed at. He was twisting the whole story, you were the one who would not mess with him, though. 

“You coming, Atkins?” Justin asked when they were a little ways away, his eyebrows raised. All the guys looked to see that Jeff was shaking his head and scratching his head. 

“I feel like I should go after her. I mean we are really close, right?” Jeff asked them, adjusting his backpack.

“Very close,” Justin smirked. 

“What?” Jeff asked, knowing that he was missing something. 

Zach reached over and smacked Justin, a look of pity coming over his handsome face. “It’s not about if you should or not, it’s if you want to go after her, man. It’s only if you want to see if she’s okay.” 

Jeff stood there for a second as Zach watched expectantly, his fingers crossed. The other jocks rolled their eyes and took off. Jeff turned back to Zach and pointed to the way you had ran off to. 

“I want to go after her, I don’t know why.” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Zach grinned and pointed to the hall as well. “You don’t need a reason. Just go.” 

You placed the picture you had just developed on the clothespin line and hung it, a picture of you and Jeff at the beach, the both of you wrapped in each other while making panicked faces and pointing at a crab. It made you smile but you heart ache, and Tyler, who was standing next to you sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed he looked down at his camera and ran his hand behind his neck. 

“Stop apologizing!” You snapped, wiping a tear from under your eye. “I’m so tired of it. I know it’s tragic and I know it’s sad and pitiful, but don’t pity me. It’s all my fault anyways. If I would not have let Jeff leave that party for that stupid beer run he would still remember us. The things we shared with each other, the kisses, the love. He would remember that he loves– loved me and he would be in here right now making out with me and telling me I’m beautiful. But instead this happened. HE DOESN’T REMEMBER, Tyler! He just thinks we’re friends, and he just thinks that even his name means nothing to me. But Jeff Atkins means everything to me.” 

Tyler put his camera down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You hugged him back, ignoring the small line of yellow light on the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut and cried into Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Monty was right, I can’t make him fall in love with me again.” You sighed when you were calm, simply resting your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He had been patting your back but at your words he shot back and grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, are you kidding me? You and Jeff were relationship goals. I loved taking pictures of y’all and if I know one thing in this world is that you never truly forget a love like that.” 

You looked into Tyler’s eyes to see that he was excited. You slowly began to get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you could help him remember…or if that was impossible, maybe you could make him fall in love with you again. 

“How do we do that, Tyler?” You asked, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Easy! First, we make a plan. Do you remember the things that led your relationship to grow into more than friendship?” He asked, running around the room for a pen. 

You sighed and looked back at the picture, your mind spinning into a fine silk of memories. “Every second with detail.” 



The plan wasn’t easy, but one step at a time you seemed to get closer to Jeff, slowly feel a lot better about him falling back in love with you.

Step 1: Pull an all nighter with Jeff at the neighbors pool without getting caught (x) This is where you and Jeff first shared your deepest thoughts and even though you already knew what he had to say you still listened with your utmost interest and attention.

Step 2: Convince Jeff to let you do his makeup (x) this is where Jeff started to notice your beauty, or so he told you, when you were makeup less and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you ‘carved out’ his eyebrows. This time Jeff was a little more compliant, pointing out colored eye shadows he wanted you to use and getting closer when you were contouring his nose (not that he needed it). 

Step 3: Have a Star Wars movie marathon (x) this is where you started to show Jeff the nerdy side in you, and you figured out he had one of his own. This is where you two first cuddled, and where you finally realized you didn’t want to spend those long hours with anyone else. This time Jeff was quiet and didn’t ask much questions about what was going on, but you did catch him staring at you a few times. Eventually you both fell asleep on each other during the last scene of the empire strikes back, which was a shorter time span than you had thought you would last. 

Step 4: Go on a mini adventure to all of the museums he loved (because, once again, that hidden nerdy side); this is where Jeff realized that you were really funny, as you kept cracking history jokes and just jokes in general. This time he told you jokes and you had a joke war, eventually getting lunch together and sharing a milkshake (cheesy, but Jeff had suggested it). (x)

Step 5: Party hard, smoke a joint together, and share your first kiss. (o) That’s where you both told each other how you felt, where you had engaged in a drunken make out session with Montgomery and he had gotten extremely jealous and nearly beat his ass for it. When you were sober he had taken you to the porch and watched you sip a cup of water before spilling his feelings out. This was the one step you were going to have the most trouble reenacting. 

Good thing in this town, there was never a weekend that someone was not throwing a party. This time it was Zach Dempsey, because his family was out of town for a family reunion and he had faked sick, so he had his whole giant house to himself. The thing was that you were extremely nervous, and the only person that had been of help lately was Tyler, who had wholeheartedly given his all trying to help you with the plan was not invited to this party. 

You were currently at your house while he sat on the floor sifting through photos of you and Jeff. “Who took these? They’re amazing.” 

“My cousin, Angela. I think you would like her. She’s a fanatic for photography.” You giggled, putting a blouse across your body. You shook your head and threw it into a rising pile. “Ugh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.” 

Tyler stopped looking at the photos and got up, shaking his jacket. “What do you mean? You have a million clothes…” You made a face at him. “Why don’t you just wear what you wore during step five the first time?” 

You turned back to the closet and pushed the remaining clothes aside, spotting the striped t-shirt dress immediately. You reached over and pulled it out, letting the smooth material run through your fingers, memories flashing. There was the click of a flash and you turned slightly, to see that Tyler was looking at his camera. He walked over and showed you the screen. 

“Look how much emotion is running through your eyes… you’re ready for this.” He said, patting your back as you looked down at the picture. 

“I am.” 


You flattened the dress on your body when you got out of your car, your hands slightly damp with sweat.  You had paired the dress with a pair of flats, but this time you curled your hair and put it in two buns.Your makeup was done unlike that night and you were more nervous, that was for sure. 

You finally pushed yourself to walk to Zach’s house; the music was already playing, vibrating your teeth and the smell of sweat and weed was so strong you needed to stop and take a breath. Of course it was a party after all. You made it to the front door after what felt like ages, and you took a deep breath. 

“YN!” Someone yelled behind you, and you groaned. It was Clay Jensen and he was walking to the house as well with Hannah Baker. 

You had been avoiding Clay like the plague, because he was a good friend of yours, but ever since that party where you and Jeff convinced him to stay with Hannah you couldn’t face him. You knew he was all about pity. 

“Can’t talk, Jensen!” You yelled, running into the house and immediately going towards where you knew Jeff and the others were. 

Jeff was always a careful person at parties, never letting himself go and usually occupying himself with things other than the drugs and sex. You knew he was in Zach’s game room, and where Jeff was, his followers were as well. No one liked to admit it, but Jeff was the best and most liked of the whole group of jocks and he wasn’t really like them but he hung out with them anyways because Jeff never judged. 

“HEYY!” You yelled once you entered the game room, seeing that all of the guys and a few girls were crowded around the pool table. Everyone turned. “The life of the party is here.” 

The guys clapped, whooping when you did a turn in the air, bringing out your special bag of weed from your bag. They got louder when they saw it. You laughed and walked over to the table, taking off your purse and setting it aside while you looked them over. 

“Y/N, we were wondering if you were ever going to come.” Justin spoke, his hand not so discreetly laying on Jessica’s ass. 

You rolled your eyes. “Foley I’m a cheerleader, I’m literally nearly obliged to come.” 

You walked over and stood next to Jeff, who was smiling slightly as he looked you over. 

“Now that is not true.” Zach started, placing his arm around your shoulder. “You’re a party animal.” 

“You’re so right” You grinned, shaking the bag of cannabis. Zach gave you a high five and took it from your hands. 

“Who is ready to smoke a good one and get high?” Zach yelled out, raising his hands above his head. You cheered with the others and they all went to the couches at the far right of the room, talking loudly. 

Jeff stayed behind as you went to your purse and grabbed your cell phone. “Y/N?” He asked softly. 

You turned to him and a piece of hair fell into your eyes, while you dug through your purse for a lighter now. He got closer and your breath sped up while your heartbeat increased, but on the outside you stayed casual. He reached a hand forward and removed the hair from your eyesight. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, like it was the first time he said it all over again, a smile creeping onto your face. You stood up straight, getting closer and patting his chest while leaning your head up. “Thank you, Jeff. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes as you pulled your head back. “You gonna have a little fun with us tonight?” You asked him, looking over at his cup and seeing only carbonated soda. 

Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I swore off everything when I got home from the hospital. I can’t let my senses become dull anymore, I can’t risk everything for a little high. My mom and dad were scared to death for me to come tonight. They shouldn’t be. So I’m not doing anything, Y/N. I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid.” 

He chuckled slightly and then touched his arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “That’s good, Jeff. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” 

You had said it without thinking and your eyes widened. He made a face of question but you quickly turned on your heel and sped to the group, squeezing yourself between Zach and Monty. Zach had already rolled one joint and yanked the lighter out of your hand, taking a big hit as he sparked the end of it. You took it from Zach and tried to one up him, smoke coming out of your nostrils as you did. The girls cheered and booed Zach for being beat by a girl. You handed it to Monty and he took it with a wink your way. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. The smoke drifted from between your lips and your nose, the feeling of it sending you to bliss. You looked up to see that Jeff was staring at you distantly, sipping his coke. You looked away quickly and distracted yourself with the others, suddenly forgetting about the plan.

When the joint was shriveling and Justin was rolling a second you had forgotten Jeff was there at all, and your legs was in Monty’s lap as he rubbed your thighs and you two laughed like nothing bad was happening. Like the rising anger that Jeff was trying to hold back. Because the plan had done it. When the others started on the second you grabbed the butt end of the old one and sucked in whatever was left, coughing and then grabbing Monty by the shoulders, bringing your mouth to his and blowing the smoke into his open mouth. He sucked it in them let it out, licking his lips and then catching your lips with his. 

“OK, that’s enough!” You heard someone say loudly, but you kept on, kissing Monty’s mouth with force. 

Then two arms were under your arms and you were being pulled away, both you and Monty protesting. You looked back and saw that it was Jeff, and the plan came to your mind again and you smiled lazily. He shook his head at you and then glared down at Monty. 

“Don’t touch her again. Or I’ll kick your teeth in.” 

The words echoed in your head and you bit your lip. He was being much more aggressive than what you expected. Especially with his words. Monty stood up like he was going to fight Jeff, a hurt look on his face but Zach placed an arm across his shoulders, pushing him back.

Jeff lifted you so you were standing straight and wrapped his hands around you elbow, dragging you through the house and to the front door. You two passed many people who looked like they wanted to ask questions, like Clay and Hannah but Jeff did not slow down in his angry march. 

“Jeff, what’s up?” You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

Jeff let you go when you two were on the foot of Zach’s porch, sitting down and then patting the spot next to you. You sat down as your heart beat faster with each second. This was starting to seem familiar, even with the clouds that were surrounding your mind. 

“I mean, listen, I have no control over what you do but I really don’t like seeing you getting stoned.” Jeff said, looking away from you. 

“Just getting stoned?” You asked while your hope started to deflate like a balloon.

“Not you just getting stoned.” He sighed, turning to face you formally. “I don’t like seeing you with Monty.” 

You scooted closer without thinking and placed your hand on his shoulder, tears coming to your eyes involuntarily. “Why, Jeff?” 

He pulled you closer and placed his forehead on yours, breathing you in. “Because I remember that I love you.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes and you pulled him into a long awaited kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. The plan had worked and you had Jeff back, just like you wanted. 

 This took forevverr and it had such a shitty ending but thank you anon for the request! I hope you like it. (NOT EDITED)

Rollercoaster // (Zach x Reader)

Summary: Zach takes you on a date at the local fall carnival.

A/N: This was not requested. Hope you guys enjoy this imagine; I know I take super long with these so it means a lot that none of y’all have complained about my lazy ass. LOL. I’m so happy you guys enjoyed my past imagines, thank you so much for the notes. <3

Warning(s): A little cussing 

“Two wristbands, please,” he asked the ticket salesman at the entrance of the fall carnival. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the local carnival was filled with Liberty High students who had just begun Thanksgiving break. “I cannot wait to get my hands on a funnel cake and eat it all up,” he said while waiting for the wristbands.

You and Zach Dempsey had been longing for one another ever since you transferred into Liberty High. You were quickly recruited to the cheer team, and though every single jock’s eyes were set on you, your eyes were set on Zach.

After months of late night phone calls, study sessions, and casual after-practice fast food runs, he finally gathered up the courage to ask you out on a real first date.

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Ok it’s short but I think it’s cute. I want to apologize in advance for anything wrong in it. I’m not gonna lie I didn’t even reread over this. If I have something awfully wrong that Trini says or mentions let me know. I tried to be as accurate as possible but there’s only so much I know.

And I’m still working on the other 3 prompts I got. I promise!


“I’m gonna do it today.” Kim says as her a Jason walk towards Krispe Cream.

“Sure. Sure Kim. You said that last week. And the week before that.” Jason nudged Kim as she walked between the boys.

“And the week before that too.” Billy added.

“Thanks Billy. I’m just working up the courage guys. I’ll get there.” Kim said as the group walked into the

The beautiful brunette was sitting where she always does, facing out of the window. Her computer plugged in like normal and blue tooth headphones on once again like normal. She glanced up and nodded at the group as they walked past. The group ordered their donuts and sat down on the opposite side of the building.

“I’m gonna do it.” Kim said as she stood up. Kim’s confidence grew as she approached the woman. “Hey I was wondering if I could get your name?”

She got no response for the woman. Both even a flinch. Kim couldn’t hear the music so it couldn’t have been that loud. Kim moved a little closer and tried to move more into her vision.

“Excuse me. I was wondering if you’d like to go out some time?” She tried a more direct question, hopefully this one would spark an answer.

But she had no such luck. She looked back at Jason and Billy. Jason was laughing so hard he wasn’t making a noise anymore and Billy looked like he felt pity for her. She had been talking about ‘yellow beanie girl’ for weeks now. They came to the same store every Saturday at the same time so Kim could see her. A Dunkin Donuts was way closer, but the boys made sacrifices for her.

“Hey.” Kim spoke up loud enough that the other customers looked at her, but the girl stayed focused on her screen. With a defeated sigh Kim backed away. She decided to take pity on herself and get a donut to go.

“One blueberry cake to go please.” She slowly pulled out her cash and paid the server, Zach.

“Here you go.” Kim turned away as she grabbed the bag from him. “And hey, try talking to her one more time, but this time sit down next to her.” She took his advice with a grain of salt, but she really wanted to meet this girl. So she walked back over and pulled out the chair next to her.

This immediately made the girl look up and over at Kim. Finally. “Hi. I’m Kimberly.” The girl looked around before pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. She wrote back in short blocky letters 'Hello. I’m Trini.’

“Why hello Trini. This maybe crazy but you’re beautiful and I can’t ever get you out of my head. I come here every Saturday hoping I’ll have the courage to ask you out. And I finally do. So, Trini, would you like to on a date with me.” A wave of anxiety passed over both girls.

'What if she thinks I’m super weird.’ Was all Kim could think. She has just called a stranger she had never talked to before beautiful. And she told her she thinks about her. That’s like a 10 out of 10 on the creepy scale. 'I hope she says yes…’

'What do I say…’ Was what Trini thought. She had lost her hearing as a kid so she only understood what Kimberly was saying because she could read lips. Not well, but well enough to follow what she was asking. And of all days to not bring her hearing aids. She hated the things, the way the itch in that odd way to create a buzzing in her head, but they would definitely help right now. Not everyone understood that it’s not like what’s seen in the tv shows. Deaf people can’t magically put in hearing aids then be fine. Trini decided to rip of the bandaid early. Hopefully this girl hasn’t gotten that excited about anything Trini has to promise.

Trini carefully picked up the pen and wrote 'I’m deaf.’ Before setting down the pen. Kim had the look everyone gave her. The 'oh no I feel so bad for her’ look. Trini had seen it a thousand times. But then Kim’s look changed, almost like she was trying to remember something. Slowly Kim raised her right hand and began signing.

The letters were a little sloppy but she was trying. She carefully spelled out D-A-T-E and a little finger wiggle, the ASL sign for a question mark. Kim the took the pen out of Trini’s hand. She wrote in big flowing letters.

'Sorry my signing is bad. It’s been a while since I’ve used it. We had to learn it in 4th grade so the last time I used it was in 4th grade… but anyway, would you like to go on a date with me?’ Kim looked Trini in the eyes as she wrote.

Trini had never encountered a normal hearing person who asked her on a date with sign. She never expected it. Trini looked at Kim’s eyes before looking back at Zach. He gave her a big thumbs up as he counted out donut holes. She picked up the pen and wrote 'I’d love to.’


This prompt was suggested by @trimberly-clexa
Hopefully I did it justice.

His anchor (Justin Foley x Reader)

Warnings : Sadddd, a bit angsty (I mean Y/N is kinda pissed off at first?), terrible English.  
Word count: 2094. 

Originally posted by yosolosiento

A/N: This was requested by @tvfandomsmuttysmut, I’m so so so sorry it took so long, and I’m sorry it sucks. I hope you kinda enjoy it still!
Also, sorry if there are any mistakes but I really wanted to post it tonight so didn’t have time to proofread it.

I’d like to thank all of those who sent me cute asks and left comments or reblogged my work. It means a lot to me, really. You’re the reason I keep on doing this.

You can read my first Monty imagine here, my Zach imagine here and my other Justin imagine here.

Sighing, Y/N walked up the stairs. Her head was hanging low, making her hair fall into her red, tired eyes and her feet felt heavy after the long and exhausting day she just had. Justin has been ignoring her for days now, and today she has had enough. It wasn’t the first time that her boyfriend has cut everybody out and disappeared, but usually after a day of two he would call or text her, asking to meet up and explain everything. But it’s been now almost a week, and no one has heard from him yet.

Walking into her bedroom, the girl threw her backpack onto her bed. The fact that her boyfriend didn’t even bother to send her a single message in five days angered her. The only thing that kept her from losing her mind was the little check sign and the word ‘seen’ next to the texts she had sent to him. But he never cared to reply to any of them and so she was done trying to get in touch with him, deciding to give him space if it’s what he really wanted. He was probably staying at Bryce’s pool house again anyway. Or so she thought. She couldn’t really know as she despised the baseball player and never talked to him. But as Friday came, she couldn’t help but worry – he had missed a full week of school and that had never happened before.

Checking her phone for the umpteenth time, Y/N groaned as the only notification she had was a message from Jessica reminding her of their girl’s night at her place. She texted her back quickly, promising to be there at 9 before locking her phone just as her mother called her for dinner from downstairs.

The girl couldn’t even focus on the conversation her parents were having as her mind was somewhere else. She tried hard not to think about Justin anymore, but she couldn’t help it. Even thought she was stubborn and didn’t want to show it, she was extremely concerned.

Last time she saw her boyfriend was on Sunday afternoon, exactly five days ago. And he seemed just fine. They went to the park and Justin was his giggly self, which left her even more confused when the following day he did not turn up at school, and did not pick up her calls. Y/N even decided to show up at his place, hoping to see him there. But it was his mother who opened the door, claiming that her son was not home and sending her off. She checked his friends’ houses as well – Zach’s, Alex’s, even Monty’s. Being concerned and knowing that Y/N would not check Bryce’s place, Zach helped the girl out and did it himself. To say that he was surprised when he did not find his best friend there would be an understatement, as Bryce’s pool house was his go-to place when he had some problems, whatever they were.

Deep in thought, the girl pushed the food around with her fork on the plate, it getting cold. Her mother quickly noticed her daughter’s unusual behaviour, but knew better than to bring it up. So she let Y/N leave the dining room early, even thought she had barely touched her dinner.

Walking back into her bedroom ready to change clothes and head to Jessica’s for the night, the girl was so consumed in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed the open window, nor the boy she had been looking for for days sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. He watched her going through her wardrobe for a while before clearing his throat, finally catching her attention.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t even know what she was feeling. Was it surprise? Anger? Relief? Probably all of those at once. Justin slowly stood up, taking cautious steps towards the almost shaking girl.

“Hey babe.” He said calmly once he was standing in front of her. But she didn’t answer right away and the silence was killing him. He was expecting her to be mad. She had every right to. But he hoped that the joy from seeing him again would overcome the anger. It clearly didn’t, as the girl sent a glare in his direction.

“Hey?” She whispered-yelled, annoyance apparent in her voice. She pushed the door to her bedroom closed with her heel before turning to him again. “Hey?!” She repeated, this time louder as she approached him.

“Look, let me-” Justin’s hand went to grab hers but the girl moved away. He tried to meet her gaze but she avoided it, her eyes glued to the floor. It made his heart ache to see her so closed off, and it hurt even more to know that he was the reason why she was acting this way.

“No, Jus.” She cut him off, her voice trembling. “You disappear for a week, ignore me for days and now you come here and expect me to… to what, exactly?” She asks a little out of breath, her eyebrows furrowed. “To throw myself at you? Tell you how much I missed you?” The girl took a step back and sat at the edge of her bed, her elbows resting on her knees as her head fell into her opened palms.

“Baby, no, I’m-” The blue-eyed boy tried again, only to be stopped by a scoff coming from his girlfriend.

“Where the hell were you, Justin?” She asked, her head shooting up and her eyes finally meeting his dull ones. However, Y/N’s face softened at the sight in front of her – Justin looked so weak, so broken. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes red with dark bags underneath. He seemed tired, as if he hadn’t slept for days. Y/N examined his face, her gaze then slowly moved down to his neck. Her eyes widened as she noticed the bruises on his neck – they were finger shaped.

Justin seemed to notice it, as his lower lip started trembling and his eyes slowly filled with tears. This time, it was Y/N’s heart that broke. She shot up from her bed and ran into him, wrapping her arms around his shaking figure.

“Baby, what happened?” She asked after a while, her fingers playing with his hair in a soothing manner while her other hand ran up and down his back, trying to calm him down.

“It’s just-” The boy started but was unable to continue. His quivering voice caused his girlfriend to tighten the grip she had on him as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Y/N soothed, placing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You’re okay.” She reassured, slowly moving the both of them back toward her bed until they both sat on it.

“Seth is back.” Justin mumbled after taking a long breath, pulling away from the girl to see her reaction. Her jaw clenched slightly as her hands moved to grasp at the blanket they were sitting on. She squeezed, hard, trying to get her anger out on it without Justin noticing. But the boy saw her tense up, he saw her knuckles turn white and he saw a grimace form on her usually soft features.

“Did he do that to you?” She asked, her voice soft and calm although deep inside she was fuming. She saw him nod his head slowly from the corner of her eye, which made her sight and close her eye. Her hand moved up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to get involved… again.” The boy explained, playing with his hands that were resting on his lap.

Thinking back to the last time something like this has happened, the girl groaned. It happened almost two months ago – her boyfriend came to her after a fight with his mother’s boyfriend. Bruises and scratches covered his face and Y/N just couldn’t control herself. She confronted the man the following day, going to Justin’s apartment when he wasn’t there. Seth had laughed in her face, called her names and made her leave.

“And your mom?” Y/N asked, making the boy bite on the inside of his cheek uncomfortably.

“She…” A new wave of tears cut the boy off. He threw his head back to prevent them from falling but a few escaped. Y/N was quick to take care of that though, cupping Justin’s face in her hands and wiping the tears away with her thumbs. “She chose h-him.” The basketball player continued, chocking on his words a bit.

Her hands never left his face as she threw her leg over his, straddling his lap. She made herself comfortable, moving his hands around her waist to which he responding immediately, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N caressed his cheeks with her fingertips gently until there were no tearstains left, her eyes glued to his. She knew words would not help him, but her presence would – so she was going to give him just that. Bringing her arms around his neck, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, as he did to her. They sat on her bed in silence until his breath slowed down to its normal pace.

“Thank you.” Justin mumbled into her neck, causing her to giggle. A small smile appeared on the boy’s lips for the first time in days.

“I love you.” Y/N said, pulling away from him and looking deep into his eyes. She could stay like this forever, she thought.

“I love you too.” Justin leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her soft, pink lips. But the kiss did not last long as the girl squealed and pulled away, giggling. He raised an eyebrow, looking his girlfriend up and down to understand her weird demeanour. His lips curved into a bigger smile as he looked down to her waist where his hands help on her sides and he finally understood. He squeezed once more, checking if it was really what caused the girl to laugh – and it was.

“S-stop!” Y/N groaned, her hands moving down to cover his, begging him to stop tickling her.

“Only if you give me another kiss.” He said, halting his movements. The girl rolled her eyes jokingly at him before sealing their lips together in a slow kiss. A kiss so different from the ones they usually share – it was delicate yet passionate, filled with feelings and not lust.

Breaking away, Y/N placed a gentle kiss to his nose and rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed shut as she nibbled on her lower lip.

“You’re staying with me.” She whispered, her hands grasping at his flannel shirt. Justin wasn’t sure if it was a question, or an order, but he didn’t really care as he didn’t really want to go back home. All he wanted to do was to cuddle his girl all night long.

“Yeah, I’m staying with you tonight.” He agreed, his hands moving up and down her back slowly.

“No,” Y/N said, opening her eyes but not moving away. “You’re staying with me for as long as you need to. I’m not letting you go back there while he’s here.”

“Okay.” Justin nodded slowly, accepting her offer. He did not need to be asked twice. He knew it wouldn’t be much of a trouble as Y/N’s parents loved him almost as much as she did and they were very much aware of his situation at home. They have even offered for him to stay with them a couple of times already, but he always kindly declined, saying that it wasn’t that bad and that everything would go back to normal soon. This time, he wasn’t so sure.

Kissing him one more time, the girl slowly got off his lap, making her way over the armchair he was sitting in only minutes ago. She took his bag that was lying next to it and started taking his clothes out of it, putting them in a drawer instead.

Justin watched her lovingly in silence. His heart felt warm and, for once, her felt at ease. He gave up on trying to figure out how such a wonderful girl fell for a guy like him a long time ago, now focusing on their happiness instead. She was his rock, his anchor, and he was so glad he had her in his life, as he didn’t know what he would have done without her in moments like these.

The end is crap as per usual, hah.

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Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: Clay touring new foreign students at school, but he preferred to point out its flaws, being angry and whatnots. (Y/N) then was ready to cheer Clay up.

Word count: 995

Posted: 25th of April 2017

A/N: Hi there guys! I wanted to rewrite Clay’s scene with the foreign students. It was amazing and he’s got a point in there. Let’s admit that Dylan Minnette’s acting was fantastic too. OMG!

P.S.: Guys, I need other Alex Standall requests, because I am having some feels. Thank you.

- G. x

You’ve been waiting for Clay to get out from the counselor’s office, since he got a little bit angry while he was touring the new foreign students in Liberty High School.

You’ve never seen an angry Clay Jensen before and you were almost sure that you would never want the angry one anymore, because he scared you when he shouted absurd things in the middle of the hallway earlier that morning.

“Oh, oh…” He happily said as he remembered of something beautiful. “Before we go, I want to show you something super cool.” You knew that he was being sarcastic.

“Clay, cut that out.” Courtney whispered as she slightly pushed Clay away from the foreign students, so that they couldn’t hear him.

Clay didn’t listen and he headed to Hannah’s former locker. The people in the hallway seemed so confused and worried, but you perfectly knew what Clay wanted to do. He was not fine and you knew it, some of the students knew it.

“Look at these lockers,” He pointed all the lockers lined up in the hallway. “They all look alike, right?” He sarcastically smiled as he tapped one particular locker. “Not this one.”

“Clay!” Zach tried to calm clay down, but he just shrugged it off and Zach remained quiet.

“This one is special.” He nodded a few times. “This belonged to a girl who killed herself!” His voice kind of raised as he was thinking of what happened to Hannah.

“Clay, come on!” Courtney tried to stopped him once again, but he just shook his head.

“You see all these don’t kill yourself posters up on the wall?” The sarcastic tone can be heard in his voice as he pointed different posters stuck up on the wall. “They weren’t up before, they put them up because she killed herself and why did she do it?” His voice raised once again and you perfectly saw his raging eyes. “Because the kids here treated her like shit!” He emphasized his words so the foreign students could understand him well.

“Jensen, that’s enough!” Justin grabbed Clay’s forearm, but he just pulled it away and remained standing in the middle of the hall.

“But no one wants to admit it so they paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial because that’s the kind of school this is!” He pointed different directions of the school, obviously where the bathrooms and Hannah’s memorial were located.

You understood Clay, because it’s been awhile since he’s telling you something about Hannah’s recorded tapes. He would cry on your shoulders at night and he would ask you to sleep beside him so he wouldn’t be tormented anymore.

You stood up by Clay’s side, because, in the end, we were all grenades and, every time, it took us series of things, one above the other, before we blow up. The only difference was that we could explode many times.

“Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself and sooner or later the truth will come out!” He shouted so everybody could hear his thought. He was so angry that his neck veins could be seen while he was letting his chagrins. “It’s going to come out, right Tony?” He looked at Tony that just entered the school’s entrance.

The foreign students were terrified, so were the other students. Who could’ve thought that Clay Jensen would react like this? No one.

“Clay!” The students turned their head to Mr. Porter as he came out of the office. “I think you should come to me right now. Get to class everybody, get to class!”

“Welcome to Liberty High.” He said before he turn his back to follow Mr. Porter. In that exact moment, it was Clay’s turn to explode and let his thoughts out. He was calmer this time, but he said it in a sarcastic way.

He got some dirty looks from the students and some of them were murmuring, talking of Clay’s attitude. You just shook your head as you dragged some of the people standing up in front of their lockers. .

“In class, shitheads.” You grabbed Zach’s arms as the group followed the two of you.

“Let’s go!” Mr. Porter called him and dragged him to his office.

You suddenly felt someone shaking your shoulder and you saw a worried Clay in front of you.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” You shook your head to stop your brain from thinking of the happenings earlier.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you got up from your seat. “Let’s go.”

“What were you thinking of?” He curiously asked as he got your backpack and hung it on his empty shoulder.

“What happened earlier?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him. “I mean, I know what happened, it’s ju-” He cut you from saying something else.

“I needed to let everything out.” He simply said and he let out a long and heavy sigh as you both walked in the middle of the hallway, getting some dirty looks from students.

“Do you want to talk about the tapes again? Maybe you just need someone who listens.” You offered him your help and he slowly nodded.

“You’re the best.” He hugged you once you got out of the school department and you hugged him back.

“C'mon! Some freshly baked cookies and cold milk are waiting for us at home.” He broke the hug and gave you a big and happy smile.

You started to walk home and he started to talk about the tapes once again. As he went on and on, you saw him being relaxed and relieved and it made you happy to know that he was feeling better.

“Thank you and I am sorry.” He felt guilty because you’ve always been helping him and it seemed like he wasn’t helping you that much lately.

“Don’t be sorry.” You winked at him. “Every grenade has a soldier that knows how to handle it very well.”