ONE TOO MANY

pairing:justin x fem!reader

word count: 1k+

warnings:drinking/drunk reader

a/n: i had this little idea for a long time and when i came back to it… idk, it just didn’t come out the way i wanted, but i hope maybe someone will enjoy it anyways :)

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Justin rushed out of bed when he got the call. Jessica had rang six times before he picked up and was forced awake by the booming music playing in the background. He and his friend tried to communicate, but Clay had started to stir from his side of the room and then huffed loudly enough to get the message across that they needed to be quiet, he was trying to sleep. So, Justin had ended the call and then instantly texted Jessica. 

2:05am, Justin F: clay yelled at me, what’s up, it’s late

2:05am, Jess D: sorry. y/n is *very* drunk, can you come and get her

2:06am, Justin F: shit. yes ofc. is she okay?

2:06am, Jess D: she threw up a few minutes ago and i would take her home, but, you know… this is my house and i can’t leave everyone here 

2:06am, Justin F: yeah, i get it. i’m on my way, just gonna walk since it’s not far. let her know

2:07am, Jess D: she said, and i quote “yay. my bf is comiiiiiiiiiing”

Justin didn’t reply after that, he ran to Jessica’s house, rapidly knocking on the door in under ten minutes. “Jess!?”

When the door opened, he was met with girlfriend, grinning widely before wobbling down the step and into his arms. He stumbled a little but caught himself, and her. “Hey babe, where’s Jess?”

Half-lidded and still smiling, Y/N pointed behind her to where a group of people were playing suck-and-blow. “Behind… them, helping Zach.” She spoke between small hiccups. “He’s… drunk. Worse… than me.”

“You sure about that? You can barely stand, how much did you have?”

“Uh…” She lifted one of her hands from where they had landed on his chest. She squinted, concentrating on the movement of her fingers while she counted them. “One, two… three? No, five. Maybe more, pffffffft. I think I lost count.”

“Baby, that’s-” Justin was cut off when he finally spot Jess as she waved at him from the kitchen, then gave him a thumbs up. “Hold on.” He mimed a thank you, and then he slowly turned with Y/N, his arm securely wrapped around her waist. He closed the door behind him, and then slowly started to walk back to the Outhouse, hardly taking his eyes off of Y/N the whole way. 

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Once home, Y/N stumbled to the sofa and flopped down. She patted the space beside her and Justin took no time to follow suit. “I think it was… 6 drinks. But I… I cannot be sure. There were shhhhh, shhhhhh… ots, too.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”

“Hey. Since when was Justin Foley the resp… responk… the… good one?” Y/N poked Justin’s chin, giggling when she hiccuped again.

“Since I want you to be careful, and safe, and not have me waking up past 2am to come and get you.”

She huffed. “I’m not even that bad, look.” Y/N suddenly stood, putting her arms out beside her and then bringing the tip of her finger to her nose. Her left was almost perfect, and when she did it with her right, she slipped and nearly poked her eye. “See.”

“Yeah, you look real sober.”

“I do not… like the sarcasm… mm… mm… mm.”

“Okay, well, I think you should get some sleep, so, how about you take my bed  and I’ll sleep on the sofa?”

“Mm. Sleep… sounds good, actually.” With that Y/N made her way to the bed, smushing her face into the pillow, and then started muttering.

“What’s that, babe? Can’t here ya when your face is all squished.” Justin chuckled. 

“I said… I LIKE YOUR-”

“Shhh!” Justin frowned and gestured over to Clay’s sleeping form. “No need to yell.”

“Oopsies.” She started to laugh, but quickly smacked a hand over her face to silence herself. 

“Now what was that you were going to say? You like my…?” Justin smirked.

“Your smell.”

“My smell?”

“Your bed… smells like you. It’s nice.”

Justin didn’t know how to respond to that, instead he just grabbed his duvet and pulled it over her, then went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of ice cold water, which he placed next to her on the carpet. “Do you need anything else?”

“Mmhmm.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, smirking. “A kiss, please.”

“But you reek of booze.” Y/N’s mouth dropped and she dramatically huffed, folding her arms. Justin snorted. “I’m just kidding, here.” 

He lifted her chin, leaning down to plant soft kisses on her cheek, making a swift, gentle trail to her soft, waiting lips. “There.”

“Ah, such a good boyfriend.” She smiled, and then her head dropped back to the pillow. “Such… a good… boyfriend that I love sooooo much.” 

Justin’s eyes widened, heart rate picking up as he watched Y/N’s eyes finally fall shut. He thought about waking her, asking her if she meant it, but it took merely seconds before she was snoring, and he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to wake her now. 

He walked back to the sofa, and lay down, staring at the ceiling. She said it. She said she loved him. But she was drunk, she may not have meant it. But then again, some people’s feelings do come out when drunk or not full concious. But.. she was drunk. Really drunk, and, oh man, he needed to know, because he’d been meaning to say those words to her. He’d even started coming up with ways he could tell her that she would like. Fishing his phone out from his pocket, he thought for a few minutes, and then wrote a text to his sleeping girlfriend, just in case she was gone by the time he woke.

2:38am, Justin F: hey, babe. this might sound confusing or weird, but if you go home before i wake, can you call me? or text me so we can meet? there’s something i wanna talk about

He thinks for a second more, before adding a little heart, knowing that it would cause a stir in her mind since he’d never done that before.

2:38am, Justin F: … <3

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Request: None

Pairing: Justing Foley x Reader

Warning(s): Homelessness

Word Count: 442

Gif: @13reasons-13truths

A/N: I thought the concept on Justin’s life on the streets is underwhelmingly unused. If y’all would like more on this topic, please feel free to request :)

“Spare change?” A voice called out from the brick wall. You normally didn’t given much notice to the homeless community being as you genuinely did not have spare change or knew better than waste you money on a drug addict’s addiction, but something about this man’s demeanor told you that he wasn’t on the streets for very long.

“Hey, you wanna grab a sandwich? I’ll pay,” you offered. Without thinking, he stood up and gathered his things.  “Let’s go across the street.”

You went into the shop and greeted the cashier.  The boy had disappeared to the deli area while you got a coffee and granola bar.  You kept your eye on the boy while he looked at the coolers for a drink.  You could see that the cashier was keeping an eye on him through the reflective mirrors.  He was your responsibility in this store and what ever he did would be your fault. When he returned to your side for you to purchase his food, you let out an internal sigh of relief.

“Anything else?” Your card was in your hand waiting for the cashier’s go-ahead. He reached for an Oakland postcard and asked if you would let him get this. You nodded and paid for the order.

While leaving the store, he stopped you.

“Thank you,” he spoke in a raspy, tired voice.  You smiled kindly at him.  “Do you, by any chance, have a pen I could borrow?” 

“Uh… yeah,” you rustled in your bag.  He wrote against the store’s wall for support.  “Is your name Sid?” He cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He turned to return your pen. 

“You’ll need a postage stamp. Here.” You gave him a kitten postage stamp. “There is a mail box down there, I’ll walk with you.”

He was quiet, shuffling his feet. 

“So,Sid where are you from?” He mumbled something, only catching ‘North Cal.’ “So, what are you doing on the streets? You seem a little young.”

“I’m not that much younger than you,” he blurted.  You nodded, keeping silent. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You did pay for my first full meal in a while.” You shrugged. “I just can’t deal with life right now. Not a home, so I’m better on my own– I’ve been on my own my whole life.”

You reached the post box.  He turned his card in.  “You know, you don’t have to be alone.  There are probably a lot more people who need you than you think.”

“Thank you for everything, but you’re wrong about that.” And with that statement, he crossed the street and you made your way off.

Request: “what if you were Alex’s sister?”

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader | Alex Standall x Reader

Warnings:None

Word Count: 126

Gif:@thirteenreasonsgifs

A/N:I saw this gif and loved it.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re creeping on Y/N, Clay…”

I looked up and saw the white-haired Alex Standall. I shook my head quickly. “No, no, I was just… Embracing the after school atmosphere. You know, sports and cheerleading.”

He sat next to me, not looking at me at all. “Nope, I really don’t care.” It was quiet for a moment.

“I prefer you over Justin if it makes you feel better.”

“What?” I furrowed my brows. 

Still not looking in my general direction, he explained. “I’d rather have you dating my sister than that talking follicle. You’re a good guy, to my knowledge.”

I smiled to myself. Then I looked back to the field and say that ‘follicle’ wrapping his arms around her. That smile faded.

~hello, this is a Drabble challenge request that I just found. This is very long, but I got so much inspiration I just couldn’t stop writing, please request ❤️~

There were a lot of reasons why you didn’t talk to many people at your school anymore. Some, you never really wanted to be talking to in the first place. Some, weren’t the people you thought they were. And some, some you just had no excuse for cutting off, it was just easier than maintaining a friendship. After Hannah Baker died, everything seemed surface level. Nothing seemed like it was even remotely important. The funny thing was, you weren’t even that close with her. But that was what you had learned from her death. One person you still talked to was Skye. She was kind of a downer, sure. But she was also understanding of other people who were down. And she saw passed the high school surface level crap the way you had come to.

Skye had gotten you a job at Monet’s. And the two of you had gotten close fast. Her family seemed happy that she’d found a friend. She was kind of a loner in most people’s minds. But she was about the only person you could stand at the moment, so you could put up with her struggle to stop being so isolated all of the time. You were on good terms with Tony Padilla and Clay Jenson, too. That was about it though. Skye was a good person, she was just different, that’s what the people at school didn’t take the time to understand.

“So, guess who was talking about you in history today?” Skye smirked as she made yet another cup of coffee as you washed one of many cups stacked in the sink.

“Would you care if this was reversed?” You rolled your eyes. It was true, if you had said that to Skye, about anyone, she would have scoffed, saying that no one mattered enough to overhear their conversations.

“Touché missy, but I don’t care how mad you are at the world, you still have a fat crush on Mr. Basketball Dempsey.” Skye pretended to clutch her heart with dramatic flair. You turned bright red. You tried not to react more than that though. He was someone that she thought could fall under the cliche ‘he’s different from his friends’. There was just something about him. He was so smart. He volunteered locally, same as you. Before everything happened with Hannah, when everyone would be at parties, he’d always get drunk just like his friends, and just like his friends, he’d find some girl, she’d sit on his lap and they’d make out for a couple of hours.

But one party, one party when you had hit the keg up a few too many times, Marcus had tried to get you to hook up with him and somehow it had turned into a drunken screaming match. Justin had pulled Marcus into one direction, and Zach had pulled you into another. In all honesty, you couldn’t exactly tell if it was the alcohol, but seconds later you’d found yourself crying in Zach’s arms. He’d taken you into a downstairs bedroom and you two sat down on the bed. Within the hour, you were spilling your guts to him, and you’d given the the chance the spill his guts to you. Neither of you would admit it, but you’d both sobered up at some point, but felt you could continue to talk to one another. He was different. God, you hated yourself for thinking so. He was a jock, you were supposed to hate jocks. It was supposed to be apart of this whole perpetual sorrow facade you’d found yourself in.

“You better figure out how to care. Because he’s stopping by today. He wants you to 'go back to normal.” She said as she took a cup of coffee and walked it to a table. You huffed. What exactly was your supposed normal? Trying to impress Justin Foley with how many jello shots you could down in one minute? Or the way you used to playfully banter with Jeff Atkins about baseball stats when you and him were on drink making duty? Jesus Christ, thinking of that alone killed you inside. Maybe if Hannah wouldn’t have killed herself parties wouldn’t be so revolting. But you knew Jeff’s death was one of the real reasons you winced when a table of people at lunch would start raving about the party coming up that Saturday. God, you didn’t want to 'go back to normal.’ That was the absolute last thing you wanted.

“My normal is now being a barista and focusing on my studies. And that’s that.” You mumbled to her as she walked back behind the counter. As you finished washing the last of the dishes, you and Skye switched spots. You began taking orders and she began drying the cups you’d just hand washed.
“So, does this place have like a secret menu with alcoholic choices or..?” You looked up to see who you expected. Zach Dempsey. Letterman jacket and all. You looked back and scowled. You now understood why Skye had wordlessly initiated you two switching positions. She wanted you to face the music.

“Um, decaf and regular’s pretty much it.” You looked up at the boy. He wanted to make light conversation so it would be easy to initiate any other things he wanted to say.

“Alright. Hot chocolate.” He didn’t have the same humor in his voice that he had before. He stared at you as you typed whatever you were typing into the register. He sighed.

“What time do you get off of work?” Zach was going to persist, he’d just given up on the idea of it being easy.

“Looks like she can get off right about now. I can close up, run along.” Skye said from the small kitchen doorway. She smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t getting out of this, so you thought you might as well accept it. You untied your apron and went to the back room to hang it up.

“You’ll thank me later, trust me.” Skye murmured. You elbowed her as you walked passed her again. She sighed a little like she was going to say something, but simply shook her head at your childish behavior.

“Fuck off. Now you get to clock me out.” You said, your voice monotone. You grabbed your backpack, walking to where you were in front of Zach.

“What were you going to say?” You asked him. You tried to make it so there was at least a partial chance you could get out of whatever he wanted to talk about. Or at least make it short.

“Um, well Bryce and Justin are expecting me at Bryce’s place. I asked them if you could come and they were cool with it.” Zach cleared his throat. That sounded like your very own personal hell.

“Look I’m tired and I have homewo-” Zach shook his head. No way you were getting out of this. You sighed deeply. He could tell you didn’t want to go.

“Just a couple of hours. I’ll drive you there and I’ll take you home after.” Zach looked at you with puppy dog eyes. You melted a little bit. There really was something so special about him. And he was so cute. He could probably ask you to go cliff diving with him and you’d do it eventually.

“Yeah, okay. But really, only a couple of hours. Hanson’s test has me stressing.” Zach took your hand and lead you to his car. You tossed your backpack onto the back seat before shutting the passenger door and he looked at you for a solid thirty seconds.

“Are we going somewhere?” You said, irritation in your voice.

“Not until you buckle your seatbelt.” He shot back. You hadn’t really noticed that you’d not fastened it. As you did as he said, you playfully scowled at him.

“Since when are you Mr. Safety? As I recall, you were never opposed to a game of Chinese fire drill.” He looked out of his back window as he backed out of the parking lot.

“Honesty?” He said, staring at the now open road. You smiled a little. Things were getting more comfortable.

“Always.” You said in return. You watched as his knuckles turned white, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Jeff. I still can’t get him out of my head.” He continued to stare at the road. Clearly Zach still saw you as someone he could talk to. And you could relate. Although you had stopped driving all together for a good two months after Jeff’s death. You had so much anxiety over it. Now, you drove when you had to, but you rarely drove other than to and from school. Never out of town. Jeff was your close friend. It probably haunted you more than it haunted Zach.

“I get it. I don’t even drive to work. I rarely drive. It gets to me to much.” You spoke. You found your hand touching his upper arm. You wanted to comfort him. If he was going to show emotion and open up, you’d support that. You didn’t see him getting that from any of his friends.

Zach pulled into Bryce’s large driveway. The rest of the car ride had been fairly silent, but it wasn’t awkward by any means. You actually found yourself thinking about Skye. You were grateful she’d made you do this. You couldn’t avoid everyone forever.

“They’re in the pool I think, I brought you an extra shirt of mine just because I didn’t know if you’d wanna swim or not.” Zach got out of his car, you followed. He went to his trunk and grabbed a stack of clothes. So he was very sure you’d say yes, you thought.

“Ah, sounds fun. I think I might, actually.” You grabbed the pony tail holder off of your wrist and threw your hair into a messy bun of some sort. You didn’t know if it looked too terrible or not, but you’d know these boys for years. You honestly couldn’t care less what they thought of your hair.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen a genuine smile out of you in months.” Zach commented. You shrugged. He was probably right. He led you down the pathway. He opened the front door without knocking.

“His parents are out of town. I know. I’m just as shocked as you are.” Zach’s sarcasm was evident. Bryce’s parents were always out of town. You knew it, everyone knew it. It really was his house. Zach grabbed ahold of you again by the wrist as he opened the sliding glass door the lead to the backyard. It wasn’t just Bryce and Justin, Marcus was there as well. You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t really talked to him since the screaming match at that party.

“So the workin’ girl was able to get some time off to hang out with her boys?” Bryce smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Bryce knew how to have a good time. He knew how to make you smile and laugh, even though he could be an ass.

“I make time for what I want to make time for.” You joked, a smirk taking over your face.

“Ouch.” Justin laughed. You looked to Zach, you handed you his T-shirt, which was obviously going to be oversized on you.

“Ah, the good old wet tshirt contest.” Bryce hollered, making all of the boys laugh. Including Zach. You rolled your eyes, shoving his white T-shirt into his chest. He went wide eyed, not realizing you were going to be so offended.

“Here, take this one. It isn’t see through.” He practically begged as he took off the navy blue shirt he’d worn that day. He could tell your patience with their behavior was already growing thin. You examined the blue shirt.

“Can I change in the pool house?” You asked Zach rather than Bryce. You looked up at him.

“Of course, go ahead.” He gestured towards the pool house. Bryce had some sort of comment. The kind of comments you had learned to ignore. You kept your underwear and bra on, taking off your jeans and Led Zeppelin T-shirt. You slipped into his shirt.

“Damn, this is the Y/N we remember.” Marcus commented. You ignored it. You didn’t want it to be awkward, so you figured maybe they get the memo if you ignored them.

“So, you’re Ms. Landon’s favorite student now that you’ve shown effort.” Justin teased you. It was true. You had always been a good student, but you never even attempted to act like you actually cared about what was going on.

“Guess I needed to learn how to care before college starts in a few years.” You said, sitting next to Zach in the hot tub. His arm was on the side of the hot tub, so it looked like he may have been trying to put his arm around you in some shape or form. Bryce chuckled.

“We’ve missed seeing you at get togethers for, I don’t know, four months.” Marcus scoffed. He probably hadn’t wanted you around. After your spat, you had to say you weren’t all that surprised.

“It got old.” You said simply. No way were you going to let him make you out to be some sort of uptight bitch. So you were honest with them.

“Oh don’t get on your high horse. I do recall a time where you were one of the people that had the most fun here.” Bryce gestured around his backyard. He wasn’t wrong. There were many memories. Good ones. Just not ones you’d want to repeat.

“I’m not. I’m just-” you began. Marcus cut you off. He wasn’t buying it.

“No excuses. Just come around more.” He said. Bryce and Justin laughed in agreement. You looked to Zach. He was staring at the warm water that floated in the tub. He looked unsure of what to say or do.

Suddenly, you looked to your other side, where Bryce sat. His hand grazed over you butt before squeezing it. It was more uncomfortable than if you would have been in bathing suit bottoms, because you had nothing but a small pair of underwear underneath Zach’s oversized shirt. You’d have dressed for the occasion if you’d known it was happening. You whacked his hand away, moving closer to Zach. You were officially uncomfortable with the situation. Zach hooked his arm around your shoulders as the boys continued to converse.

“You know what, I’m gonna ask Tony to come get me. I really need to study.” You stood up in the tub. Before you could fully stand up, Zach firmly gripped your wrist, you looked down into his pleading eyes.

“You said a few hours. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes, Y/N.” Zach meant well, God he did. But this boy could not handle the idea of not getting his way. He also had no idea what Bryce had just done.

“When did you get to be such a prude? And since when are you best friends with Skye and Clay and that Fag Tony?” Bryce laughed, but seemed like he was asking a serious set of questions. Your face flushed out a little at his dig. But it didn’t stop you from getting angrier.

“This-this is what I don’t miss. Walker, you are such a prick. Fuck off.” You hopped over the tub and walked towards the pool house, where your shorts and shirt were folded. You were ready to cry.

“Y/N, just come back in. It’ll be fine.” You heard Zach approaching behind you. As you tried to hold your composure, you didn’t turn around and opened the pool house door and entered it. Before you could shut it, he entered as well and shut the door behind him. After figuring out you weren’t going to respond, he spoke again.

“I’m quite literally begging. Please just stay for a bit. You said that you could.” Zach looked like he was struggling to find a good reason. He probably was, considering there really wasn’t one.

“I don’t need to be berated for my decision to not get drunk every weekend. And I’m not going to let Bryce grab at my ass. I just won’t let it happen, okay? But above all tell your friend not to call my friend a fag, thanks.” You were breathing heavily as you unlocked your phone and shot Tony the text you’d been meaning to send.

“Stay here. Bryce and I have to have a little conversation I think.” Zach went to walk back out of the door. He sounded angry. You stopped him, grabbing his arm. He turned back around and looked at you.

“There’s no need to make a scene, but the fact that you laughed with them at some of shit they were saying. It changed my opinion of you a little, okay? Do you guys say things like that about Tony a lot?” You looked at him with disappointment. There was hurt in his brown eyes. He probably hadn’t expected to hear that from you.

“No-No! I love the dude. I want him to be happy. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. You don’t have to go back into the tub. You and I can go somewhere just the two of us.” He grabbed your hand and looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Why?! I’m not the girl that you took shot after shot with every Friday and Saturday anymore. I’m just not, alright?” You took your clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. Zach didn’t follow you in, but you could feel his presence right outside the locked door.

“And I’m okay with that. Just please, let me take you to Rosie’s for a milkshake?” You were beginning to feel like you were talking in circles with the boy, and your patience had just about ran out.

“Why do you want this so bad?!” You screamed.

“Because I want to spend time with you!” He raised his voice more this time. He was getting just as frustrated as you were and it was beginning to show.

“Why take me here then?” You really wanted to know his answer. Little did you know, his body was shaking. He was getting upset, not angry.

“I thought it’d be more casual. My mistake. I’m sorry, okay?” You were trying to think of anything that would make him let you leave the house. Part of you didn’t really care if it hurt his feelings. But the other part did.

“Yeah, you’re mistake.” You said as you hung up his wet T-shirt to dry.

“You know what, scratch that. I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you I’m in love with you. There I said it.”

Your hand had already gripped the door handle and you were getting ready to dodge everyone and run off of the property. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that now. There was no running from this.

“No you don’t.” You shook your head, staring at the tile floor. He tipped your head up and made it so you had to look at him.

“Yes, I do. And you can try to deny it all you want. But it’s true. And if you can bring yourself to give me a chance. We can leave, we can go where ever you want. Do whatever you want. I don’t care. As long as I get to be around you.” Zach caressed your face before moving to sit on the couch. You sat next to him.

“You’re in love with a party girl-” he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

“Don’t. I am not in love with the girl who you keep saying doesn’t exist anymore. I know you. And I know you remember opening up to me. And me opening up to you. I’m so fucking in love with you. God, can you just accept it so I can show you?” You could hear your heart beating, it was so quiet and you were so close to him now. It crossed your mind that the other boys could possibly be listening. It didn’t matter enough.

“Okay.” You said simply.

“Okay?” He asked. He was completely shocked.

“Don’t act so surprised. You made a great case. And I think, as long as you can accept the fact that my party going days are limited now, you deserve a chance, I suppose.” You smirked at him. A smile played on his lips as he leaned into kiss you. It was slow and it was passionate but it was also one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to you.

“Finally, you came around. I was afraid I was going to have to ask for more help.” He said against your lips. You pulled away, giving him a suspicious look.

“And who might you have been getting help from, Dempsey?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Your good pals Tony and Skye helped me out. How do you think I knew when you were working?” You rolled your eyes, thinking of Skye. She’d definitely not overheard him in class. She was in on it, obviously.

“Speaking of Tony, he’s here to get me.” You said, holding up your phone. You had received a text message from Tony, simply saying 'here’. You got up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“Let me take you to Rosie’s tonight.” Zach took your hand in his. You looked up at him, shaking your head.

“Studying.” You said, opening the pool house door. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you.

“Tomorrow. Please?” You nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again before you walked out. You watched as he began to walk over to Bryce. You caught his shirt. He tensed up.

“He’s not worth it.” Zach relaxed. He needed you. You needed him.

“You’ll tell me if he touches you again?” You nodded your head and he leaned down, kissing your forehead. He walked over to grab his phone off of the hot tub cover. He made eye contact with Bryce.

“You’re lucky.” Zach said before leading you off the property. And Bryce really was lucky you’d stopped Zach. He was your protector now.

I’m officially back.

I think. Id like to thank everyone who’s stayed when I completely ditched this blog, which I sincerely apologize for. But requests are open. I have a job now and work every day this weekend, but I never have more than 4 hours a shift so I could predict at least two writings going up this weekend if I get enough requests. Thank you so much again for staying and I’m so excited to get back into writing !

justin foley x reader imagine. 

anon: can i request a justin foley x reader? maybe do one where it’s the middle of the night and he sneaks over after a bad fight with meth seth and she like patches him up or something. idk if you do smut but maybe like a dash? im so sorry if this is super specific thanks!

warnings: a little bit of smut, mainly just making out. 

you didn’t expect justin to be calling you in the middle of the night, constantly blowing up your phone. call after call, message after message. but all the notifications had woke you up from your sleep. 

“justin what do you want? you should be asleep,” you said sitting up in bed turning on the lamp beside your bed that lit up your room dimly. “i need to talk to you,” his voice quivered. “justin? are you okay? where are you?” you asked worriedly. “go to your window.” 

you threw your phone onto your bed and hurriedly walked to your window. pushing the curtains away revealing justin at your window, on a ladder. it was sprinkling outside, the small rain drops landed onto his face slowly. you unlocked your window pushing it open allowing him to crawl in.

the dimmed light from the lamp reflected on his face allowing you to see him more better. his hair was slightly damped and he had blood traveling down from his nose to his neck. the blood on his chin blended in with the water on his face making it flow in different directions. there was a little cut underneath his eye that had a little bit of blood spilling out.

your lips parted once you saw him, “what happened?” you asked placing your hand on his face. his eyes were slightly red and puffy due to crying. “did seth do this to you again?” you ask. your voice was low yet soft. your eyes wandered all over him making sure he wasn’t hurt any where else. 

justin only nodded and you felt a painful stab in your heart. “you wait right here i’ll go get something to clean you up,” you said and made him sit on your bed. 

you left your room and went to go find things to help justin. when you came back you saw him sitting on your bed looking down at his hands, nothing but the sound of the rain from outside filled his ears as he was lost in thought. 

you sat beside him and picked up a damped cloth and lightly pressed it to his face. 

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him, lightly pressing the cloth onto his skin trying to clear the blood off. justin looked at you as you concentrated on cleaning his face. 

“he thinks, he acts like he can control me. he acts like he owns the place, doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. he acts like he owns my mother and i, and i’m sick of it. my mother can’t see what he’s fucking doing, but i can.” 

you placed the cloth down and grabbed a band aid placing it on the cut under his eye. “i know i tell you this a lot, but i truly do promise you that it’ll get better. you’ll be free from him and not have to worry and live in fear. one day it’s gonna be him that suffers, not you.” 

you softly pressed the band aid down with your thumb, swiping over it to make sure it stays in place. “better?” you ask justin nodded,”yeah”.  it was silent after that. you put away everything that you took out and sat back on the bed. 

“thank you for everything.” he said. “anytime,” you smiled. 

justin pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. both of you staring at one another not saying anything but listening to the rain start to get more heavier and louder. 

justin then looked at your lips and slowly leaned in, his lips attached to yours. your lips molded perfectly with his. his lips were soft yet cold but once they collided with your warm ones it melted the coldness away. 

your hands found their way up to his hair, your fingers tugging at it softly. he placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. he always got lost in your lips, his mind blanked. he loved the feeling of you close to him like this. 

your lips were attached in a chaotic kiss. you were like a drug, you always made him feel good and you made him forget about whatever was on his mind. 

his lips moved away from yours down to your jawline and slowly down to your neck. your heart was beating rapidly. the temperature in the room was rising, even though there was a cold rainstorm outside, your bodies were hot. 

justin sucked harshly at your neck making you let out a groan of satisfaction. he pressed his lips back onto yours with so much love and passion. he hovered over you as your back pressed into the soft mattress.  

from there on you spend another few minutes just appreciating one another. hands roaming up and down on each other, open mouth kisses on each other exposed skin. you got lost in one another. all the shit on justins mind disappearing, and all of your thoughts and worrying for justin had vanish. 

you made each other forget, it felt like it was only you two in the world and no one else. 

a/n: first imagine!! wanted to show my style of writing ig? its not the best, i’ve been stuck on this imagine for days but hope you like it.
(also i prefer everything lowercase oops)

“have you ever sneaked out before?” the question broke the silence in the room, the question that left justin’s lips that cause alex to freeze. the two of them currently sat in alex’s bedroom bored out of their minds. justin staring at the ceiling thinking, and alex playing his guitar softly. 

it was around 10pm when justin had ask if he can stay the night, and since then they haven’t really talked that much. justin didn’t think alex would say yes to him staying the night, considering they weren’t on best terms at the moment. but no one would answer any of justins texts and he had no where else to go. 

no one knew about his home life not even alex. the only ones who knew were jessica, zach and bryce. he’d normally ask them if he can stay at theirs, but zach had plans, jessica was completely ignoring him, and he didn’t really want to see bryce at the moment. alex was the only person left he thought of to go to. 

“why are you asking?” alex asked putting his guitar away. “because i want to know if you have ever sneaked out before?” justin said now staring at the boy. “well maybe, a couple of times,” alex said shrugging. 

“do you wanna do it?” justin asked smiling at alex. “justin you know my dad would kill me.” “but you said you’ve done it before,” justin whined. “so?” alex scoffed. “so whats one more night gonna hurt?” justin said, trying to get alex to do it. 

“he knows you’re here, he’s probably gonna check on us and see what we’re doing,” alex said. “why? is there something he doesn’t want us to do in particular? “ justin smirked. “shut up,” alex giggled. “come on its 11 at night i don’t think you’re dads gonna bother us.” “fine.”

around 11:30pm they stood in front of alex’s opened window. “ladies first,” justin smiled. “then why aren’t you going?” alex smiled back at justin. “whatever.”

alex sighed, as he felt the cool winds brush up against him. yes he has sneaked out before. usually late at night like this, his friends would drive by and give him a text saying that there at his and he’d climb down from his window. then they’d drive to wherever, blasting music out loud with the windows down. but that was at his old town. he has never sneaked out before where he lives now. 

alex stepped out of his window and grabbed onto the side of the window, from there he jumped off and landed onto the ground. he then looked up to see justin do the same as him. right before he jumped off he made sure to shut alex’s window, leaving it a little open for whenever they get back. 

“so where are we going?” alex asked when justin landed on the ground. “you’ll see,” justin said and began to walk away from alex’s, leaving alex to follow him. 

after 15 minutes of them walking around town and alex asking if they’re there yet, they finally made it. 

“you wanted me to sneak out to go to a cliff?” “shut up standall and look,” justin said and walked closer to the edge. “woah,” alex said breathless as he came across the view. “it’s beautiful isn’t it?” justin said shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “yeah,” alex mumbled, not moving his gaze from the city lights.

it made alex feel at ease, all the shit going on, all the stress, it seemed so small to him now. looking at how small the city looked from where he was standing, nothing mattered. he felt disconnected. 

“i always come here when lifes shitty,” justin said breaking the silence, causing alex to look at him. “is that why you took me here, and asked to stay at my place tonight?” alex asked. 

justin sighed still looking at the city, “my mom, she doesn’t know how to take care of herself. she drinks a lot and gets with a new guy every month. her new boyfriend, he doesn’t like me that much.” “how much?” alex asked surprised justin was opening up to him. “he wants to get rid of me,” justin said not wanting to look alex. 

“he hurts me, and my mom she doesn’t even at least try to stop him,” justin said holding back the tears that are forming. he took his gaze away from the town and looked down at the ground. all the flashbacks and memories replaying in his head.

alex just stared at him feeling pity. justin then took a deep breath and looked at alex. the city lights reflected on justin making his red glossy eyes visible to alex. 

justin chuckled at him, ‘see that broken glass bottle over there?” justin said pointing behind alex. “that was me, last week.” 

alex shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to think of the right words to say. “you don’t have to say anything,” justin said as if it was like he read his mind. alex couldn’t help but look at justin as justin looked at the city. 

“being here makes me feel like nothing matters, everyone from up here look so small, and they don’t matter.” alex then looked away from him staring at the city.

alex still stood there in silence, and it was like that for a minute. they just enjoyed the feeling of the breeze brushing against them, and the sound of cars from below. 

“justin?” alex said looking at him again. “yeah?” “i just want you to know when lifes shitty you have two places to go, here and my place.” justin then looked back at alex. “thank you.” 

alex didn’t say anything, they just continued to look at each other. it was then 11:59pm when alex leaned in and push his lips against justins. 

the kiss was quick once alex realized what he did as he pulled away. but that doesn’t change the fact that justin still kissed back. “i-” alex continued but justin just placed his lips on alexs. 

justins lips molded perfectly with alexs, his lips felt like satin and alex didn’t want to pull away. justin reached his hands out of his pockets and placed them on the sides of alexs face. his lips were like wine and he wanted to get drunk. 

both of their hearts were beating faster than ever. they both could feel the heat and tension as justin sucked on alexs lower lip. 

justin finally pulled away and looked at alex. alex felt hot, he has never been kissed like that before. “thank you,” justin said once more. “you already thanked me,” alex smiled. justin smiled at him and threw his arm around alexs shoulder. 

alex was still smiling as he leaned his head on justins shoulder and they both looked at the town they lived in. “what time is it?’ justin asked breaking the silence. alex grabbed his phone from his pocket. “12:01″ 

i dont even know. 

justin foley x reader. 

anon: can you write an imagine where you and justin have a movie night?

a/n: so sorry im barely now posting this. im not very happy with it but i hope you still like it ♡

the smell of popcorn lingered around the dark room. the only light shining in was coming from the tv. you and justin sat on your bed cuddled into each other underneath a blanket, trying to find a movie to watch. you were having a movie night but all you’ve been doing is debating on what to watch. 

“lets watch a horror movie!” justin exclaimed knowing you’re not the kind to watch scary movies. “how about a romantic movie?” you suggested scrolling down the channels.

“no lets watch a scary movie,” justin said causing you to look at him. the light from the tv reflected on him, showing his messy appearance. his hair was messed up and he wore a plain white shirt with sweatpants. even when hes not trying to look good he still manages to look good. 

“romantic,” you protested smiling at him. “horror.”,  “romantic.” ,“horror!”, “romantic!” 

“okay how about we settle this on rock, paper, scissors?” he said. “hmm best two out of three?” you asked and justin nodded. 

you both sat criss-cross facing each other with your fist in your hand.”rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” you both exclaimed. “hah scissors beats paper!” justin said pretending to cut your hand with his fingers. “whatever we still got two more rounds,” you muttered. 

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” “yes! rock beats scissors!” you said throwing your fist into his hand, pretending to crush it. “last round!” justin said smiling. “best of luck foley,” you said. 

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” “i won! paper beats rock, yes!” “technically in the real world rock beats paper.” “you’re just mad because i won,” justin smirked. “whatever,” you said as you slumped back on the bed.

once he settled on a movie you both returned back to cuddling under a blanket. about an hour into the movie you hid your face in justins shoulder, facing away from the tv.

nothing but the sound of girls screaming filled your ears as you shut your eyes tightly. once the screaming had stop you relaxed your eyes, you weren’t really afraid to watch it you just weren’t the kind to watch the gory parts. 

“is it over?” you asked. “mhm,” justin hummed causing you to face the tv. three seconds later and a jump scare happened causing you to jump. 

“justin!” you groaned slapping him lightly. “what,” he laughed. “i hate you,” you said looking at him. “im sorry how can i make it up to you?” he asked turning to look back at you. “by changing the movie.“ after a lot of convincing justin finally changed it.

thats how you ended up watching a cute animated movie, finding dory. even though you both have seen it a million times you both still chose to watch it. the sound of crunching of popcorn and the movie filled the room as both of you watched the movie. 

it was in the early a.m and eventually the only sound that could be heard was soft snores and light breathing as justin fell asleep. you were starting to get very sleepy, barely holding your eyes open. you then turned off the tv and cuddled back into justin. 

shutting your eyes you fell asleep as well. your head laid on his chest with your arm hanging loosely around his waist. you both were tangled up in each other. both of your bodies being pressed on one another. it felt warm and nice as you both laid there sound asleep.