#clay beresford fluff

[catnipaddictt]

Clay surviving and finding the love of his life?

clay beresford x reader

wc: 1k

cw: fluff, kissing, spoliers for Awake (2007)

comment: I love love love Clay, so thank you anon <3

Clay was absolutely smitten. After his ordeal during his heart surgery a lot had changed for him. One of those being you. He never thought that he would be capable of love again. Sam’s betrayal made him doubt himself everyday and showed him the lengths people would go to in order to have access to his fortune.

He met you sometime after his surgery, but was still apprehensive about letting you into his life. Slowly but surely, over time he began to open up to you. He told you about his childhood, his mother, and eventually what happened during his heart transplant. 

You were patient with him, something he valued in you. You let him speak and always listened so intently to what he had to say. 

When he realized he was developing feelings towards you he was conflicted and confused. He truly thought he wouldn't be able to produce these kinds of emotions again. Clay wanted to trust you, he knew he could, but he couldn't shake the memory of Sam and the plot against him.

It took time for him to figure out what he was going to do about his attraction towards you. He wanted you but at the same time his brain told him it was a bad idea. That getting caught up in romance would lead to heartbreak and more devastation.

You however fell head over heels for Clay. He was passionate and spoke in a way that made you feel as if he was taking in every breath you took. You didn't want to scare him off so you pushed those feelings down to the deepest pit of your very being. You couldn't bear to ruin your friendship with the blonde.

After weeks of debate with himself, Clay came to his decision. During one of your weekly sit downs at a cozy corner cafe, he took your hand in his. 

Looking across at him, you felt the warmth of his skin against your palm. You prayed he didn't notice the heat rising on your cheeks or the shaking of your hands. His soft blue eyes looked into yours as his thumb gently ran across the back of your hand.

As he spoke, he looked softly at you, eyes never leaving yours. He told you about how he had come to see you more than just a friend, but that he was confused with himself. Although you would never be able to understand the extent to which he was affected by Sam, you knew that this was hard for him.

After he had admitted his feelings towards you, you were left slightly stunned. Clay Beresford really liked you? You felt like a schoolgirl who just found out that their crush liked them. Breaking the pause in conversation, you let out a grin so big Clay thought he could have another heart attack from the slight. 

He was surprised as you told him you felt the same about him. He couldn't believe that sweet little you thought of him the same way he did you. 

You both took things slow in the beginning. You knew that Clay still suffered with internal doubt about your relationship, so you made it your mission to show him how much you truly cared about him.

As time went on, he realized that this was real, and that you weren't faking your feelings to get his credit card number. Once he came to this conclusion he felt more like himself than he had in a long time.

Holding hands while on a walk turned into peaks on the lips and eventually, you staying the night at his luxurious home. It felt so right for the both of you. 

You fell into a steady rhythm with each other. The pair of you were obsessed with each other, seeing the other was the highlight of your day. Clay was thankful for your understanding when it came to his past. And you were delighted to try and help him through this. 

Many months went by, and it was safe to say that you both were well and truly in love with each other. The first time you said those three words to each other was a calm Saturday afternoon. The sun shine illuminated Clay as you strolled through the public gardens. The autumn leaves fell around the two of you as you walked hand in hand across the grass. 

The leaves that littered the ground were still damp with that morning's dew causing you to tread carefully. Unluckily for you, you stepped down without looking into a particular slippery leaf. Before you know it you were sliding onto the ground, directly into a pile of leaves probably left by some children. Clay's hand was lost from yours as you landed in the pile, causing a laugh from him.

Before you knew it you were both laughing at your clumsiness and he was reaching out his hand to help you back up. Seeing your chance you took his hand only to pull him down into the leaves with you. As he toppled towards you he let out a noise of surprise before landing beside you. 

You laughed as he turned over, lying in the leaves on his back. You followed suit, lying down next to him as the sun hit you through the barren branches of the trees above. 

You sense his head turn to face you, his eyes looking into you. Turning your body to face him you smile at his now messy hair, leaves stuck in it. You pluck out a few golden ones, moving his hair around softly 

“I love you” he says abruptly, your eyes locking on each other. You break out into a smile which fills Clay with butterflies. “I love you too Clay.”

His eyes shine at your words as he pulls you closer to him, leaves sticking to the both of you. He places a sweet kiss on your lips, which you return swiftly. Pulling away you laugh at all the leaves still stuck in his locks. 

“You look nice like this” you say to which he lets out a laugh that is so very him. “You always look nice sweetheart, even if you are covered in leaves” he replies smoothly before sitting up and getting to his feet. This time you let him pull you to your feet before your hand is in his again.

You felt like the luckiest person alive and you could bet that Clay felt the same.

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[slut4prongs]

Clay Beresford x Reader

With the sun falling lower in the sky, and your phone becoming significantly more boring, the idea of bothering your boyfriend was starting to sound better and better.

So without much further thought, you drop your phone down on the bed and stand from it. Quietly padding out of your shared bedroom and down the hall to where Clay is working in his office. The door makes a small creaking noise as you poke your head into the room.

Clay’s eyes move from his computer screen to the door, where he can’t help but break out into a soft smile when he spots you standing in the doorway.

“Hi…” you mumble softly as you cross the room to wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind his chair.

“You said you were gonna be done an hour ago.” you almost whine into his ear as you tuck your face into the side of Clay's head.

Subconsciously, Clay leans into your touch letting out a content sigh before replying quietly “I know baby, I just got all caught up with this, I’m sorry.” He pauses briefly to reach up an arm to gently pet your hair. “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes and then I’ll come join you, okay?”

“I don’t believe you, you said the same thing like 3 hours ago.” You mumble into the side of his neck.

Letting out a soft huff of laughter Clay gently guides your face out of his neck so he can look at you. “Okay, well how about you sit right here,” He gently pulls you down to sit on his lap. “And hold me accountable so I actually stop in 10 minutes.” He questions quietly as he wraps an arm around your waist, anchoring you on his lap.

“Yeah, okay.” you murmur with a small giddy laugh.

Clay softly pulls your head down to rest in the crook of his neck so he can see his computer. Closing your eyes as you hear the clicking of Clay's keyboard resume you feel a soft peck on your cheek as you drift off into a light sleep on his lap knowing you’ll probably wake in an hour to him still typing away.

[ririright]

“Autumn Belongs to Us”

Clay Beresford x Girlfriend Reader

Riverside Park, New York City — October 2010 𖣂

The golden hush of late afternoon wrapped around Riverside Park like a favorite sweater. Trees flamed in brilliant reds and oranges, their leaves swirling gently in the wind before settling along the stone path like confetti. The Hudson shimmered beside you, calm and blue, catching the last rays of sunlight as if it, too, was in love with the season.

You walked slowly, arms linked with Clay’s. His long wool coat brushed against your side with every step, and your gloved hand was tucked inside the warmth of his—hidden away in the pocket of his coat like a shared secret.

Neither of you said much at first. The rhythm of your footsteps, the wind in the trees, the distant bark of a dog—all of it wrapped you in a quiet kind of intimacy that didn’t need words.

You finally spoke, nudging him playfully with your shoulder.

“You’re actually relaxing. Should I be worried?”

He smirked. “Mildly. There’s a board of directors somewhere wondering if I’ve been kidnapped.”

You laughed, and his eyes immediately softened at the sound, like the sun had broken through a cloud just for him. “If this is a kidnapping,” he murmured, brushing his lips lightly to your temple, “I surrender.”

A chilly breeze danced by, tugging your scarf and making you shiver. Instantly, Clay stopped walking and reached into the paper bag in his other hand. “Here,” he said, passing you the second drink he’d grabbed before your stroll—your favorite blend of spiced chai with extra cinnamon.

You blinked in surprise. “You remembered.”

He gave a modest shrug, but you saw the pride in his eyes. “I remember everything about you.”

You warmed your hands around the cup and took a sip, letting the heat and sweetness bloom in your chest. Then, without thinking, you stood on tiptoe and pressed a soft kiss to his lips—slow, lingering, and just a little bit cinnamon-flavored.

When you pulled back, Clay stood there with a dazed look on his face, cheeks faintly pink. “God,” he said under his breath. “How do you do that to me every time?”

You gave him a coy smile and leaned into his side. “Magic. Obviously.”

He laughed softly and pulled you closer, his chin resting atop your head as the two of you continued strolling along the river.

You eventually stopped at a small bench nestled under a vibrant maple tree, its branches glowing amber in the waning sunlight. Clay set the drinks down, took your hands in his, and helped you sit. He didn’t sit beside you, though—not at first. Instead, he knelt in front of you between your knees, resting his hands on your thighs and gazing up at you like you were something fragile and precious.

“You know,” he said quietly, “for a long time, I thought fall was… lonely. Cold. Just a reminder that everything beautiful dies.”

You gently ran your fingers through the soft waves of his light brown hair, brushing a few strands from his eyes. “And now?”

“Now it’s the season you kissed me in the middle of a park,” he whispered, “while the world burned around us in color.”

He leaned up and kissed you again, this time deeper, slower, like the wind could take him if he didn’t hold on to you. You cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing the softness of his cheeks, his lips plush and warm against yours.

When you broke apart, foreheads still touching, your voice was barely above a whisper. “You always know how to say things that make my heart ache.”

“Only because it belongs to me,” he murmured. “And I intend to take very good care of it.”

You sat together like that until the sun began to sink into the river—arms around each other, your warm drinks nearly forgotten, the leaves swirling gently at your feet.

In that moment, Riverside Park didn’t belong to the city.

It belonged to the two of you.

[madsluvsdilfs]

✧.*Arcade✧.*

Clayton Beresford x Reader

Warnings? No, fluff!

Date night was not going as planned. Clay Beresford couldn't get a reservation for a table in any of the high end restaurants, despite his wealth, and oh boy, was he mad about it.

But you weren't, you had already decided to make use of the suddenly free night and dragged Clay to an arcade.

Clay had never been to an arcade, his mother insisting that it wasn't a place where people of their status went in their free time.

As soon as you walked through the doors, flashing lights surrounded you and buzzes, gun sound effects and children yelling deafened you. But you couldn't focus on that, the only thing worth noticing was the sheer shock and childlike enthusiasm written on Clay's face.

The two of you were very out of place, stood in your most expensive attire, while families with jeans, jumpers and scuffed up trainers walked past you.

After Clay's initial shock, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the free air hockey table, deciding it was the safest choice for Clay's first arcade game.

The first few rounds resulted in you winning, all due to your years of practice and you were able to have some fun and laugh at Clay's struggle but he quickly caught on and soon had his own winning streak.

You played game after game, racing against each other on the cars, killing zombies as a duo and both of your competitive streaks came out as you tried to get more tickets than the other.

After claiming your prizes from the front desk, which was basically just a handful of cheap tasting sweets, you took Clay's hand again and dragged him to the photo booth, deciding it was the perfect way to end your date.

You both squished yourself onto the small bench before Clay gripped your hips and pulled you onto his lap. He paid the cost of 2 photo strips before the screen flashed with different effects you could select; funny hairstyles, flowers and love hearts, a black and white feature. You ultimately decided to select the ‘no effects’ option and the screen started counting down to take the pictures.

The first one was just of you two smiling at the camera, then pulling a funny face each, the next one had Clay squishing your cheeks together and you holding a peace sign on top of his head before you started to panic on what to do for the last picture. But Clay already decided for you. As soon as the giant ‘1’ appeared on the screen, Clay cupped your chin and kissed you, sweet and short, pulling his lips away from yours as soon as the flash was over.

You practically tumbled out of the booth, stood waiting for the photo strips to come out and when they did, they were perfect, just like the night had been. Clay watched as you stood and admired the pictures before leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

You slipped the photos into your purse before Clay took your hand in his and started to walk out of the arcade, looking for a takeaway shop that was still open. His hand felt warm around yours as the late night air hit you, a refreshing feeling from the stuffy atmosphere of the arcade.

He led you to a late night takeaway where you ordered what you wanted before he paid and eventually you walked back home with the food, ready to end the already perfect night on the best note.

Notes: I lowkey think this is so bad, but @amiratheangel gave me the idea, and I wanted to write it! this might be the most boring thing I've written...

tags (ask to be added?: @amiratheangel

[sockiess]

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST

Requests: Open! (please request things!)

Sam Monroe:

Love is a gentle thing

So Rich, So Pretty

A rebel without a clue

Piercing

Hey Emo Boy! (NSFW)

Pregnancy

we might as well just fuck (NSFW)

Excuse me?

Clay Beresford:

Best day of the year (NSFW)

Scott Barringer:

Listen to Iron Maiden with me

Pretty girl

Spiderman! Scott Barringer

Nail Polish

Frenemies part 1

Frenemies part 2

Hickeys

Idiots in love

So kiss me

Tatted Up

Anakin Skywalker:

Nerdy Boy

[samonroegf]

clay brainrot | f!reader ᝰ masterlist

clay comes from alot of money, so he loves to buy you presents. he loves to spoil you with anything you'll accept from him.

once he comes clean to his mother about you, he's bringing you to every event he attends. you right on his arm, and he's proudly introducing you to all of his affiliates.

clay loves to travel, especially after he survives his surgery. he wants to see everything, and wants you by his side. best believe y'all are fucking in every major city.

definitely paid for a boudoir photoshoot for you, and keeps the pictures on him at all times.

if he isn't allowed to bring you with, nightly video chats, which usually end in him cumming on the screen of his phone.

loves buying you jewlery and lingerie, loves seeing his purchases on you. the little fashion shows you do for him make him so happy.

clay’s favorite thing is taking scenic drives in a convertible with you. he loves seeing you with the wind in your face. always talking about how pretty it is. and maybe the road head is a plus

romantic date nights are a must, buys you a fabulous gown for every single one. taking you to the fanciest restaurants and getting a private table for the two of you.

he loves nothing more than when your head is on his chest, his fingers cascading through your hair. he loves just being able to feel you there.

his favorite position is you on top of him, your tits pushed against his chest while he ruts up into you. loves feeling your lips curl around the skin on his neck.

[corvoqueen]

Love me some sexy businessman. Finger licking good 🤭

[slutforfinnickodair]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏 𝐢𝐧 𝐕, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝐳𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐳𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!) 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐡! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲💗

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“You are not serious right now.” You giggled as he moved on top of you, still inside of you. “Clayton.” You warned as he pressed his pelvis right against yours, slightly rocking the bed against the wall.

“Your mother will hear.” You gasped slightly as he hit a deep spot inside of you. “Clay.” 

He didn’t respond. The only thing that he did was softly place his thumb on your clit to rub gentle slow circles against your bundle of nerves. 

You heard the constant rocking of the bed against the wall, the concern inside of you growing with the pleasure that was building up in your lower stomach.

Lilith could walk upstairs any time she would like and there would be your good girl reputation laying in front of her legs.

“Clay.” You whined this time as he brought your hips closer to his while laying down his torso on top of yours, holding himself up by his hands.

“That’s it, Darling.” He said while speeding his movements up, making you moan into his mouth and grasp at his back.

You let out a cry, harder this time as you tried burying your face in his shoulder.

“Clayton is everything alright?” You heard Lilith’s voice echoing through the hall.

The sweat fell from your forehead down onto his skin from the sudden shock that earnt your ears. 

“Yes mother, don’t worry about it.” He replied casually as if he wasn’t just railing you on his bed.

“Stop.” You whispered as you heard her heels tapping against the tile that was set down in the corridor coming closer. “Please.” Your fingers squeezed his shoulders, but Clay smirked at you and lifted your hips up with his, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your bottom.

He then grabbed both of your thighs and lifted your legs up into the air, holding both of your ankles with his left hand.

“You sure? I heard panting. Did you take your pills this morning before work?”

“Yes. Don’t worry.” He responded while slowly sliding out of you but keeping his head in.

“Clay, I don't want you sick in this house.” Lilith’s voice showed concern as you were trying to keep your breaths steady.

“I’m completely and utterly healthy.” He started while slamming his entire length back into you.

You had to squeeze your eyes shut if you wanted to really stay quiet.

He slid out again.

“No.” You mouthed as if he could hear you.

“Don’t worry mom. Now I would need to finish one of my projects.” He said while you rolled your eyes, feeling him slam back into you.

A soft moan left your mouth and you immediately hid your mouth with one of your hands.

“Okay. I’m going to Brooklyn with Stephanie. Please make dinner until I get home.” Lilith said before you heard her heels clapping against the tile, distancing themselves from his room.

Clay smirked at you before slamming himself back again and letting your ankles go, laying himself on top of your torso as he kept his pace.

“Come on Sweetheart give it to me.” He said while you arched your back the moment he hit that deep spot inside of you.

“Clay.” You moaned. “Wait until she leaves.” You gasped and grabbed his shoulders again, your finely manicured nails pressing into his skin.

“I want to feel you now.” He said while his hand ran down on your stomach.

“Don’t..” You gasped when you couldn’t form your sentence because of his fingers circling slowly around your clit.

Clay heard the door being shut as his mother left the house, making him speed up his movements while you were panting under him, writhing and moaning his name.

“Come.” He whispered while aligning his face with yours. He pressed his lips against yours once again before your hands slid down on his biceps, squeezing the muscle hard as you eased up around him.

“That’s it.” He praised as you felt the fire pool down to your middle, the bubble of pure pleasure exploding inside of you as you threw your head back in ecstasy. 

“Y/N look at me.” He commanded as you tilted your head to look at his face, wanting to just kiss him and lay with him like this for the rest of your lifes.

You felt him easing up inside of you, sighing once you felt him coming. You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips before rolling you over.

“Hey.” You said while grinning down at him.

He smiled.

“Hey pretty girl.” His hand stroked your back as you kept smiling at him.

You laid your head down on his naked chest as he pulled the covers over you, kissing the top of your head.

He nuzzled his nose into your head while you listened to the soft beats of his heart rate.

“I love you.” He murmured while hugging and pulling you closer.

“I love you more.” You said while smiling into his chest.

“Not possible.”

[skywlkrhoney]

A night with a stranger

James Kelly x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader smokes and drinks beer, age gap (reader is 19 and james is 35), problems with parents slightly mentioned (don't go out with strange men on the street guys)

Author's notes: amazingly, this is purely fluff.

My back was pressed against the worn-down wall of the small neighborhood convenience store. Between the fingers of my right hand, a Marlboro Light burned slowly, releasing a pale smoke that danced lazily in the cold evening air.

The end of the day brought a paler sky, all soft tones, and the chilly wind whipped against my bare legs. I was wearing nothing but a pair of short, frayed denim shorts and a strapless white top with lace trim. My red Converse were beaten up, their best days long gone.

I took a drag off my cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs with a bitter sort of relief, then exhaled slowly through my mouth. I looked around. Everything was quiet. No cars, no kids, no noise. It felt like the whole town had gone to sleep. Silence.

I dragged again, pulling in more smoke. That’s when I saw it — a black Cadillac pulling up right in front of the store. Old-school, impressive. The engine hummed low as the guy climbed out. Tall, messy black hair, wearing a worn black t-shirt. Tattoos covered his hands. Way too good-looking for a place like this

He walked around the car and headed straight for the store. Just before he went inside, he lifted his head — and looked right at me. Quick, but enough to make my heart stutter.

I stayed put, pretending not to think too hard. Alone again, waiting for something I couldn’t quite name.

A few minutes later, he came back out, carrying a case of beer in one hand and a fresh pack of cigarettes in the other. I watched him, slow and steady, as he opened the passenger door and set the beer inside with a practiced ease. Then he shut the door with a soft click and leaned back against the car like that crummy little spot was the best view in the whole town.

He pulled a cigarette from the new pack and placed it between his lips, then patted down his jeans, searching his front pockets, then the back. He mumbled something I couldn’t catch, and then, clear enough to reach me, he muttered:

“Shit.”

I lowered my cigarette and looked at him.

“Looking for a lighter?” I asked, my voice stronger than I expected.

He lifted his gaze slowly, sizing me up with a certain kind of carefulness. His blue eyes skimmed from my legs to my face and locked with mine for a second that felt longer than it should have.

“Yeah,” he rasped out, his voice low and rough.

I reached into the back pocket of my shorts and pulled out a red lighter, stretching my hand toward him. He pushed off the car and walked over, slow and steady. When he got close enough, he took the lighter from my hand — his fingers brushing against mine. He flicked the lighter, lit his cigarette, and took a drag, never taking his eyes off me.

“So,” he said, smoke curling from his lips, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

I shrugged, taking another pull from my own cigarette.

“Got bored at home.”

He nodded once.

“Wanna beer?” he offered, tipping his chin toward the car.

I hesitated for half a second, then shrugged. “Why not?”

He turned back toward the Cadillac, popped open the door, shoved the case of beers into the backseat with one hand, and cracked one open. He held it out toward me.

I walked up, took it from him, and took a sip, feeling the cold bitterness coat my tongue. I leaned against his car, the cool metal pressing against my bare skin.

“Nice car. Vintage,” I said with a crooked little smile, glancing sideways at him.

He let out a quick breath of a laugh.

“Yeah. She’s taken me to some interesting places,” he said, dragging on his cigarette, that amused look never leaving his face. “You wanna go for a ride?”

The question hung in the air, somewhere between reckless and tempting. I thought about it for a moment. Accepting a ride from a stranger wasn’t exactly the smartest move. But there was something about him… a dangerous calm, a rugged kind of safety that made me think, maybe just for one night, it was okay to break the rules.

“Sure,” I said, taking another sip of beer and flicking my cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with my shoe. My heart was beating faster now.

He opened the passenger door for me, tossing the beer case into the backseat with a careless kind of ease, then stepped aside to let me in.

“Your chariot, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that was teasing but never disrespectful.

I laughed, feeling my stomach flip at the nickname, and climbed inside, running my hand over the cracked leather seats, breathing in the scent of cigarettes, gasoline, and something else that was just… him. I shut the door behind me and watched him round the front of the car, tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot before getting in on the driver’s side.

He turned the key, and the Cadillac rumbled to life, like a beast waking up.

Without looking at me, he smiled slightly.

“Hope you’re not on a curfew.”

I smiled back, settling into my seat, beer still in hand.

“Tonight’s wide open.”

And just like that, the Cadillac rolled down the empty road, leaving the dead-silent town behind us.

The car cut through the night like an arrow. Outside, the trees blurred into shadows against the dark sky. I leaned against the window, the cold wind whipping through my hair and sending shivers across my skin.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. Only the sound of the engine filled the space between us. It was the kind of silence that felt right.

“So…” I finally said, turning my face a little toward him. “What do you do for a living?”

He kept his eyes on the road, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I work at a garage. Spend all day covered in grease, trying to bring old junkers back to life.”

“Fits you,” I said, smiling a little.

He let out a low chuckle, still focused on the road.

“What about you? How old are you?” he asked, glancing over at me briefly.

“Nineteen,” I answered, flipping my hair over my shoulder and shifting in my seat.

I leaned forward, reaching for the old radio. I turned the dial slowly, passing through stations full of static, until a familiar song came through — “Come On” by Letters To Cleo. I smiled, satisfied, and leaned back again.

This time, I shifted completely, turning sideways and resting my back against the door, stretching my legs out across his lap, my beer can still dangling from my fingers.

James glanced at me from the corner of his eye, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulled one hand off the wheel and set it casually on my leg, his thumb drawing slow, lazy circles against my skin. A shiver ran up my spine, but I didn’t pull away.

I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the easy rhythm of the road and the cool night air.

“So where are we headed?” I asked, my voice a little softer now.

“There’s this diner out past town,” he said, voice rough and calm. “Small place, but they make the best milkshakes you’ll ever have.”

I nodded, relaxing even more, resting my head lightly against the window as the car rolled on.

A few minutes later, we saw the lights of the diner flickering in the distance. A worn-out neon sign buzzed and blinked, half-lit, casting a ghostly glow over the old building.

James pulled into the lot and parked out front. I straightened up, pulling my legs off his lap, and pushed the door open, the night air rushing in.

We got out together, James shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Used to come here with my brother,” he said, glancing at the entrance.

I turned to him, curious.

“You have siblings?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Just one,” he said, voice a little more guarded.

“And you?” he asked, steering the conversation back to me. “Got any brothers or sisters?”

“Nope.” I smiled a little. “Only child.”

“Must be nice. Having everything to yourself.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“Not always,” I said, staring at the ground for a second. “It gets lonely sometimes.”

James didn’t say anything. He just looked at me for a long moment.

When we reached the door, he stepped ahead and opened it for me with a slight nod.

Before walking in, I spotted an old, rusted trash can beside the door. I shook the beer can — just a swallow left — and tossed it inside, hearing the hollow clang at the bottom.

James waited, patient, that small smile still playing on his lips, watching me.

Inside, the diner smelled like burgers, fries, and old coffee. The place looked like it was stuck in the ‘50s — red vinyl booths, white Formica tables, a jukebox humming in the corner. Time hadn’t touched this place.

We slid into a booth near the back, away from the jukebox and the few scattered customers.

An old man in a stained apron shuffled over to take our order. James asked for fries and a Coke. When he turned to me, I ordered a strawberry milkshake with a shy smile.

Once the old man shuffled away, James leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a relaxed gaze.

“Your parents aren’t gonna be worried about you being out this late?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking out the window.

“No,” I said quietly. “They don’t really care.”

James frowned, his jaw tightening slightly.

“With all due respect… your parents sound like assholes.”

I laughed, genuinely caught off guard.

“You’re not wrong,” I said, shaking my head with a real smile. “But I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

We kept talking — light stuff. The kind of easy conversation that feels like it’s always been there.

Soon, the old man came back with a tray — fries, Coke, and a bright pink milkshake. We thanked him and dug in, stealing glances at each other between sips and bites.

Time slipped by quickly. Before I knew it, the plates were empty, and so was my milkshake.

We paid the check and headed back outside into the cold night air. James looked at me with that easy smirk again.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked as we walked toward the car.

“I loved it,” I said honestly, crossing my arms against the chill.

He opened the passenger door for me again, and just as I was about to climb in, he slipped a hand lightly around my waist — the touch firm but soft, sending butterflies loose in my stomach. My cheeks burned instantly.

I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile, and slid into the seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence back toward my house. When we pulled up, the lights inside were all out.

“They’re probably already asleep,” I said, looking at the dark windows.

When I turned back to him, James was already watching me — that intense, almost hypnotic look in his eyes.

I gave him a shy smile.

“I’m glad I met you tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Way better than sitting outside that convenience store all night.”

He let out a rough laugh.

“If you ever get bored again…” he said, eyes still locked on mine, “you know where to find me.”

I laughed softly, my heart hammering.

We stared at each other for a long moment. Then, I leaned across the seat, closing the gap.

I kissed him first — soft and tentative. James didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. It was intense and hot, and I let out a small, helpless sound against his mouth. My fingers clutched at his arm, feeling the muscle flex under my touch.

We finally pulled apart, still breathing hard. I pressed one last kiss to his lips, smiling against his mouth before pulling away.

I climbed out of the car, still feeling lightheaded, and made my way to the front door, turning to look back one last time.

James was still there, watching me, smiling.

He gave a slow wave, and I waved back before slipping inside.

I closed the door carefully behind me and leaned against it, breathing deeply. I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, careful not to wake anyone.

Once inside, I kicked off my old Converse and collapsed onto my bed, my heart still racing.

With a goofy smile on my face, I thought about him.

And I hoped I’d see him again.

[corvoqueen]

I’m getting a sugar high from all the sweetness!

CLAYTON BERESFORD HEAD CANNONS 💲

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

💲Clayton Beresford who didn't really trust you at all in the beginning (clear trust issues after Sam). When he started developing feelings for you, he'd be very distant with them. Not really sure how to react, he takes a break from seeing you to give himself time and understand what is going on with him. But after he concluded that he misses you and really likes you, he'd decide to talk to you about his feelings. Giving you a chance, but most importantly, giving himself a chance to love again

💲Clayton Beresford who takes things slow; trying to make sure you're not using him for money

💲Clayton Beresford who quickly becomes obsessed with you. He could just watch you do anything and his eyes would have this spark that only you could bring out

💲Clayton Beresford who loves to watch you get ready; whenever it's dressing up, doing makeup, he absolutely loves it. The way you got so focused on the task was so alluring for him; your narrowed brows, bit lower lip

💲Clayton Beresford who would help you put necklaces, not being able to stop himself from planting gentle kisses on your exposed neck

💲Clayton Beresford who obviously loves to spoil you in every way he could come up with. He'd buy you stuff that you're interested in; like jewellery, dresses, books you enjoy reading, etc. But he'd try his best to do gifts himself as well; in spare time or when he's taking a break from work he'd try to do some origami (his favorite is rose since his mother taught him how to do it when he was a kid) or would try to learn to cook different things for you, almost burning the kitchen since he's not the best chef

💲Clayton Beresford who's taking care of you especially when you're on your period. Would make sure you're all comfortable, have all things near you so you don't have to move too much, having in mind how painful cramps can get. He'd definitely snuggle up to you, pampering you with kisses while his hands carefully move over your body, trying to not cause any sharp pain. And if you'd have cravings he'd try to satisfy them too, even the weirdest ones

💲Clayton Beresford who's sometimes giving you his credit card, trusting you to not spend all of his money

💲Clayton Beresford who's always eager to watch your little fashion show in your new clothes you've bought

💲Clayton Beresford who can't help but give you a light smack on your butt whenever you bend down. Or just wraps his arms around your waist from behind to rest his chin on your shoulder, watching you do whatever you did

💲Clayton Beresford who has a habit to cook with you and get silly like little kids. Mostly you two would end up with flour on your cheeks and clothes

💲Clayton Beresford who seeks comfort from you, opening about his traumatic experience he had during the surgery. He'd often feel down as his mind drifts back to his mother. But to not be alone, he'd come to you. At first he'd just ask if he could hug you and when you'd give him permission to, he'd burry his face in your neck, savouring your scent that always managed to calm him down

💲Clayton Beresford who can't go out of bed without having at least five minutes of cuddles and morning talk with you or having a little love making; he'd mostly thrust into you from behind, groaning in his morning, raspy voice against your neck, kissing it softly;

💲Clayton Beresford who loves to show you off (only if you're comfortable with it). Will take you to different meetings and events, having his hand on your waist or lower back

💲Clayton Beresford who wants to make you happy everyday since you're making him the happiest he could ever be

💲Clayton Beresford who loves when you cuddle to him

💲Clayton Beresford who's work ends the first sec you walk into his office. Knowing that you're his best distraction

💲Clayton Beresford who's a soft dom;

"Fuck, I could stay in you for hours" he intensived his thrusts, making you moan even louder

"Mh-- can't more.. s'too much clay" you mewl, your eyes barely open from such an amazing feeling he was able to provide you

"C'mon sweetheart..you can take it, know you can.." he gasped out, his body trembling as he felt the first waves of pleasure coursing through him.

💲Clayton Beresford who can't keep his hands off you after he comes back from meetings/events that lasted few days;

his lips left kisses all over your neck as you felt his long fingers go down to brush against your already soaked panties. He stopped kissing you, making your cheeks burn in heat even more "You're so wet for me..." he broke the silence that made you hold your breath "such a needy girl, you've been waiting all day, huh?"

"Damn it... need to be inside of you more..." He moved his hips in an attempt to find a deeper angle. His hands moved down to squeeze your hips as he thrust harder, pushing against the tight muscles of your core

"Shit... can't hold back... you're so damn tight..." He clenched his teeth and continued to thrust to reach his peak and hopefully send you over the edge of your own ecstacy

💲Clayton Beresford who bends you over his desk, completely not caring about the papers that can fold or tear;

"Now, now..you're gonna be a good girl and keep your pretty mouth closed, hm? We don't want all my employees to hear how I'm gonna tear you apart, do we pretty girl?"

💲Clayton Beresford who takes his time with you. Even if he's a dom he wouldn't do something you don't want or don't feel comfortable with, since he sees sex as something both sides should enjoy/feel good with and not only one

"That's it baby, tell me how good it feels to have such a generous man inside of you." Clayton's lips curl into a breathless smirk as his thrusts become more deliberate yet rough as you mewl and moan in answer

💲Clayton Beresford who can't help but make love to you (that's a very polite way to call it) when you have a new dress on. There's just something about it that makes him go nuts; your face all twisted in pleasure when he fights the urge to rip the material off;

"You will like it even more when I rip it off," he groaned, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he reached out to feel the fabric between his slim fingers to tear the dress off your body. Causing a helpless whine leave your mouth while your hands tried to push his away. You liked this dress way too much to let him just rip it off like this

"Shh..it's just a dress..I'll buy you another one, the same..promise-- could even buy you more if you wanted"

(or when you beg him to get rid of the dress, too impatient at his long foreplay)

"Please clay...just--take it off.." you whine

"As you wish, sweetheart" he murmurs with a proud smile, pleasant how you've became such a mess underneath him so easily "But trust me when I say that once I've taken off every stitch of clothing from your gorgeous body, I won't be able to stop myself from taking you again and again..until you're nothing but a pretty little mess in my arms"

💲Clayton Beresford who slips his hands under your shirt whenever he's holding you from behind

💲Clayton Beresford who makes sure you understand your worth and see how special/beautiful you are

💲Clayton Beresford who will buy you gifts without the occasion

💲Clayton Beresford who loves the simple things you two do together that he had never done before. Like going grocery shopping (he'd look all around as if he had never seen a grocery shop before and in general would look lost and wouldn't leave your side), playing board games, going to the zoo, using a train (he'd look lost as hell)

💲Clayton Beresford who enjoyed spending time with your family since you had aunts, cousins, grandparents, etc. You just had everything he didn't have anymore and as much as it sometimes pained him, there was something calming to see you and other people from your family to interact in such close way

💲Clayton Beresford who loves how sweet you are. Always giving him kisses here and there, cuddling to him, giving him small gifts you did yourself or bought for him. Or just in general, cause he sees you as his special girl. How you've showed him the love he thought he won't ever experience again, gave him his happy ending- you're just his special, miracle girl he'd love forever

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[ririright]

“Sick Day Serenity”

Clay Beresford x Girlfriend Reader

Clay’s penthouse was unusually quiet—no gentle piano melodies, no soft rustle of pages turning. Just the muffled sound of rain against the tall windows and the faint, congested groan of the man buried beneath a mountain of blankets on the oversized bed.

You peeked around the doorway, your heart squeezing a little at the sight of Clay, who usually looked so polished, now disheveled and vulnerable. His light brown hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed with fever, and his striking cobalt blue eyes were glassy and half-closed. Even his plush, pouty lips were chapped from breathing through his mouth.

“Mmm… don’t—don’t come too close,” he muttered, his voice raspy and thick. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Nice try, Mr. CEO,” you teased, stepping in without hesitation. “But I’m not scared of a little cold.”

You set the steaming mug of herbal tea on his bedside table, leaning over to gently press the back of your hand against his forehead. The warmth under your touch was unmistakable. He tried to scowl, but his expression melted the moment your fingers brushed soothingly against his temple.

“I told you… it’s just a minor inconvenience,” he tried to insist, but his voice broke into a small, stuffy cough.

“Mm-hmm. A minor inconvenience that has you shivering under three blankets.” You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Just rest, okay? I made you some tea—it should help with your throat.”

Clay watched you with a quiet intensity, his gaze following every movement as you adjusted the blankets, fluffed his pillow, and moved the glass of water within easier reach. Your care was so gentle, so effortless, that he almost forgot the ache in his body.

“Will you stay?” he asked, a touch of that rare, vulnerable tone slipping through.

You leaned over, brushing your fingers lightly through his damp hair. “Of course I will. I’m your personal nurse for the day.”

A small, sleepy smile appeared on his lips. “You’re far too beautiful to be a nurse,” he murmured, his voice soft and a little loopy from the fever.

You chuckled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Flattery will get you extra soup.”

His smile widened, and he sighed, sinking further into the warmth of the bed. “Good… I like your soup.”

You settled beside him, your legs tucked up on the bed, a book in your hands but your focus never straying far from him. His breathing eventually slowed, his lashes fluttering against his fever-flushed cheeks as sleep pulled at him. But even half-asleep, his hand found yours beneath the blankets, his fingers weakly intertwining with yours.

“Stay,” he whispered, almost like a dream.

“Always,” you whispered back, leaning your head against the headboard, letting your thumb gently stroke his knuckles.

Hours passed in that quiet comfort—rain pattering against the glass, the room wrapped in a warm, soothing stillness. And even in the haze of fever, even as sleep pulled at him, Clay’s grip on your hand never loosened.

[madsluvsdilfs]

okay like… honeymoon in the maldives with clay. he’d be so cute planning activities and thingsss

✧.*Newlyweds✧.*

Husband!Clay x Spouse!Reader

Warnings? Nope, all fluff

✧.* As soon as you get to the hotel, your bags get taken by the staff and Clay is already whisking you away for the first activity of your new life as husband and wife.

✧.* He has the whole trip planned, from the plane ride to the minute you have to leave the hotel to go home, the first few days are packed with long walks, sightseeing and trying everything local with the last few days dedicated to you enjoying some much needed relaxation before returning home to the hustle and bustle of city life.

✧.* The first day is filled with walking, exploring the local village and trying authentic food, both of you never letting go of the others hand for longer than a few minutes. You met and conversed with many people, each of them having an endearing story to tell.

✧.* When you got back to the hotel at night, the both of you enjoyed a shower together, before eventually climbing into bed and enjoying the private hours that the late night brought. This routine continued for a week until you only had a few days left of the honeymoon.

✧.* You spent the last few days lounging on sunbeds and swimming in the pool, sipping on ice cold drinks, reapplying suncream to each other every few hours and talking for hours on end. Neither of you wanted it to end, both reveling in the closeness that the marriage had brought you.

✧.* When it was eventually time to leave, Clay was in a panic. What if you left something in the hotel? What if you didn't do something you really wanted to? What if you didn't want to leave? Or even worse, what if you hadn't wanted to stay as long as you did. But as soon as he saw your smile and reassured him, he relaxed. Glad that he was already filling his role of being a great husband, ready to carry on the responsibility as soon as you got home.

Request from the sweetest girl, hope this is okay for you, @amiratheangel (if not, tell me what to add/change). Sorry for being MIA, I've been so busy with exams and finishing school (I did a vader leavers shirt, and it's my favourite thing ever), but hopefully, I'll have more motivation to write. Hope you enjoy, love you all xx

[sockiess]

Clay beresford and soft birthday sex 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 jajajajajja

I DO WARN YOU I HAVENT FINISHED AWAKE YET SO THIS MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER 😞😞 I APOLOGIZE. IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN SMUT SO IT MIGHT BE BAD

Best day of the year

warnings: smut obvi

“You’re so pretty” Clay said peeking up from in between my thighs. This was the 3rd time he has eaten me out today and it was only noon. “Fuck Clay I can’t take it anymore” I whimpered as I tried to push his head away but he just kept eating me out like a starved man. “one more baby just one more and then i’ll give you what you want I promise” He said into my pussy.

What I wanted was for him to make love to me. I knew that he was going to go softer on me today unlike the normal days of the year when he fucks me. “Fuck Clay-“ I moaned, turning my head into the pillow and biting down on it so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me screaming his name. I was close I could feel the knot in my stomach ready to come undone. “that’s it baby cum for me.” Clay said while adding two fingers into me. Feeling him inside of me while also him licking my clit was almost to much for me to handle and I came almost instantly.

“Good girl..” Clay whispered while crawling up to me and kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. “You did so good for me baby..” He cooed while rubbing my cheek. “You want me to make love to you now baby or do you need to rest?” He asked while giving me little kisses on the forehead.

“Need you..please” I whispered almost pathetically. “I’m right here sweet girl” Clay said as he pushed his cock into me. “F-Fuck Clay” I moaned into his lips while kissing me. Clay started to softly move while kissing me. At this point I couldn’t think and only babbles of words came out. “That’s it baby you’re doing an amazing job so proud of you” Clay Praised while rubbing my scalp and kissing my cheek.

“Clay gonna cum” I whimpered. “me too baby, I want you to cum with me. Can you do that sweet girl?” He groaned. I nodded my head quickly. “Words baby gonna need words” He whispered into my ear. “yes wanna cum with you” I said quickly. “good girl” Clay started to speed up and started rubbing my clit at the same time. “Cum with me baby” I started to cum so hard that I saw stars while I felt Clay spill into me.

Clay didn’t move out right away while we caught our breath. “Did so good for me my sweet sweet girl” Clay said while kissing my head and slowly pulling out. I just continued to babble nonsense while I came down from my high.

“Stay here beautiful I’ll be right back” Clay quickly got up and ran to the bathroom where I could hear the sink running and than turning off. When Clay came back in he had a wash cloth and grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge that was by our bed.

“Drink up baby while I clean you up” Clay said while kissing my forehead and gently rubbing the washcloth over my face to clean off the sweat. Then he started to clean up his cum that was leaking out of me. “Clay” I whimpered while closing my legs while he grazed my sensitive clit with the warm rag. “I know baby I know just cleaning you up.” He told me. Clay then through the wash cloth in the hamper and laid us down on the bed and cuddled me into his chest while rubbing my back and playing with my hair.

“Happy birthday baby I love you” Clay said while I was starting to fall asleep “Thank you baby I love you too” I replied while slowly drifting off. The last thing I remember is Clay pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head.

HIII I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD!! IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING🫶🫶

[samonroegf]

⠀　　⠀　clay beresford | first date hc

clay is super nervous to take you out, he wants everything to be absolutely perfect for you.

he has the entire thing planned out. dinner reservations, calling his favorite florist, and making sure the weather is going to be cool, but not cold. he wants to make sure you're comfortable.

when he picks you up, he's handing you the giant bouquet, thing is basically twice as wide as the boy before you.

he has an awkward smile, a cold sweat crawling up his back. you're just so pretty, all dolled up for him, and he's losing his mind at the sight.

you take them inside before you leave, setting the beautiful florals in a vase matching their beauty.

his hand is a bit clammy against yours, when you hold hands. they're warm though, encompassing your cold ones.

he opens the door to the limo for you, allowing to slide past him. there's soft conversations between the two of you, small questions about your lives.

when you get to the restaurant, he opens the door for you. both the limo and the restaurant. he's a complete gentleman, wrapping your arm around his as he leads you to the table. having had the restaurant bought out, so nothing could possibly go wrong.

the time at the restaurant was so calm and confident. making sure you felt involved in the conversation. double checking that your meal, making sure you're happy. knowing you're too kind to tell the waiter you don't like it.

the hour passes by like minutes, and you're falling deeper for clay as the time proceeds. he was happy to make sure the night goes perfectly.

when he drives you back to your place, he gives you a very soft kiss.

“thank you for the perfect date, doll. you look so pretty for me,” his hand rests on your cheek.

his lips enveloping yours once more, before he slips away in the darkness.

with the ghost of his lips against yours you hope he calls you soon

[anon-188]

masterlist

⤷ AJ brian o’conner ⤶

⤷ rafe cameron jj maybank ⤶

⤷ clayton beresford

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[alealuvshayden]

Sam Monroe - ANGST FLUFF

Sam Monroe x reader

𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥

@mvst4far wanted some angst

I COULDNT JUST HAVE SAM AND READER BREAK UP SO YAH

Sam and you had been dating for a while. It had been a cute relationship. HAD. Last week you and Sam broke up. Well.. you broke up with him.

Sam was smoking and using too much and it made you worry. You were there for him. But when that guy was high there was no one who could stop him and even to you, he was rude.

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night of the breakup

You were at Sam‘s dad‘s Garage, where he had stayed at this summer. Sam‘s dad, George, was outside, leaving you two lovebirds some privacy, little did he know, you were about to break up with his son.

„Sam i-i cant do this anymore.“ you confessed.

„You cant do what anymore, peachy..?“ Sam asked you with a confused look in his eyes.

„Being with you.“

Sam sat there shocked. He expected everything but that. You were his sunshine, the girl that made his day brighter just by looking at him. He couldnt lose you..

„y/n you dont mean this, baby.“ Sam spoke with desperation in his voice. „You cant go, baby. Not after everything we‘ve been through together.“

You just looked at him with tears in your eyes. Couldnt bring yourself to speak another word. You got up and started leaving.

„You cant fucking do that, y/n! You cant! You cant! Give me a fucking reason!“ Sam shouted with tears streaming down his eyes.

„I cant handle all this anymore, Sam. Y-you smoking.. sniffing.. whatever i cant do this anymore!“ You shouted back at him.

Sam was left shouting, you rushed out, knowing he will lose it. George saw you running out of his Garage. He got back into his garage.

„What was up with your little girlfrie- Sam!?“ George didnt notice Sam crying, as soon as he did he ran over to his son to comfort him.

„Let me go! Let me go!“ Sam yelled at him. He stormed out, got into his dad‘s car and drove somewhere far away to cool off..

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monday at school

It was the first day of school after summer break.Sam had his headphones in, listening to your favorite songs. He had burned a CD just for you two to listen together. Now he was listening to ‚Come back by the five stairsteps‘.

The breakup was harsh, no one at school dared to speak to sam, he was moody. In the halls he watched you walk by, not even taking a glance at his way. Did you get over him this quickly?

Meanwhile your friends were telling you how miserable Sam was, you couldnt bare hearing it and shut them off quickly. As if you were over him. It was stupid breaking up with him and you knew it. It was a stupid miserbale mistake which left you both in pieces.

At lunch you rushed to the bathroom and broke down in the stall. Friends looking for you and you nowhere to be found. Sam noticed you werent present at lunch and worried.

Your friends looking for you until they found you in the bathroom, but until then you were already up and going again. No one noticed that you had just been crying your soul out.

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„y/n where were you girl!!“ your friends asked you while giggling.

„Just fixing my hair up, guys.“ you replied nonchalantly.

Then you made your way to lunch, you sat by your usual table, where you would normally sit with Sam. You held his seat open, not letting your friends sit by you. After all, it was Sam‘s seat.

Sam noticed you came back and he saw that you held his seat open, as if you hoped he would sit next to you again. He managed to find some courage and got up, lunch in his hand as he made his way over to you. Tapped you on your shoulder. You turn to see who it was and to your surprise it was Sam. Your Sam.

„Is this seat taken?“ he asked innocently.

You shake your head and look down at your lunch again. Sam slowly sat down and your friends looked at each other. They got up and left, signaling you to stay seated.

„Sam i-.“ you started. Sam interrupted you.

„I know.. i know.. its my fault and i want to apologize to you, baby.“ Sam spoke softly, resting his hand on your shoulder. The feeling familiar yet so strange.

„No Sam really.. i-i shouldve believed in you and not.. just.. leave you. I need you just as much as you need me.“ you continued.

Sam nodded softly with a hint of a smile. He wrapped his arms around you into a deep and long embrace. As if he sensed that you needed it after a crying session. You hug him back. So much comfort in the hug, you had missed it so much even though it was only a week since.

„I love you, peachy. And i get it if you dont wanna be with me anymore..“ Sam declared.

„I wanna be with you Sam… if youll have me…“ you look up at him sweetly.

How could he not take his beautiful girl back? He leaned in to kiss you softly and you kissed him back with love and desperation.

You couldnt break up with each other even if you wanted to. You belonged together.

idk if its cute or sad. sumthing smol🥺

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