#jensensfanfic/justinsjensen

[jensensfanfic]

OUTHOUSE SHENANIGANS

pairing: justin foley x afab!reader

warnings: smut— top!reader - then top!justin, use of the word 'hole', trying to be quick (but not really lol), getting caught by clay, a little sprinkle of cockwarming

a/n: this just... happened, so it may be shit, but idc. hope you enjoy!

—☆—

"Holy hell, baby, you look so good right now. Taking it so well."

Justin's compliments spur you on further. You swivel your hips and start to move faster, smiling at the sound of his grunts of pleasure.

"Ohh, fuck. Yes."

Your phone chimes from the bedside table, but the text fails to interrupt your movements. You simply plant your hands on Justin's chest for balance and peak over at the glowing screen.

"It's just Clay- fuck."

You lean back again, running your fingers along Justin's arms. You take his hands in yours and guide them to your hips. He gets the message and starts to help you to move, to bounce up and down on his leaking cock.

"What– shit– what did he want?"

"Gonna be home in fifteen– oh my god, Justin, I'm–"

"Shit!" Justin suddenly goes rigid, and in a blink, he has managed to pull out, leaving you feeling empty and confused.

"What the fuck, Justin!?"

"You said Clay was on his way. He'll kill me if he catches us again."

"Asshole. That's it? I was so fucking close, baby." You sigh, then grip his shoulders and push him back down. "Come on, it's been days, I need it."

"Sorry!" Justin is so conflicted, glancing between you and the locked door of the Outhouse. "But–"

"Please, we still have like... 10 minutes." You look around and quickly find Justin's discarded blanket. You reach down and grab it before throwing it over both of you. "There."

"Really?"

"Really." You shift, moving your hips until your still-wet centre meets his half-hard cock. You start to grind on him. "Come on, baby. You wanna finish? Hm?"

The way Justin fully hardens again in mere seconds answers your question before he whispers a "yes."

You grin and then revel in the gasp he makes when you take him in your hands once more. You slap the head of his cock against your pussy a couple of times, causing little jolts of pleasure to ripple throughout your own body. Finally, you rub him around, collecting some of your wetness on his tip before sinking back down onto him.

You both move together for a minute or two before the urge to feel his weight on top of you becomes too intense to ignore. You grip his shoulders again and then lean down to whisper in his ear, "want you to fuck me, baby."

"I am."

"No, I mean–, I need you to fuck me."

Justin shifts then, rolling you over and under him without letting himself slip from the tight warmth of your aching hole.

"Mm, yes!" You readjust the blanket so that it's covering you both completely, then hook your ankles around his bare ass, flexing so that they nudge him into you. "Move now, baby. I need to cum so bad."

—

A few moments later, sated and sweaty, you pull down the blanket. You glance down at Justin, who is still planting gentle kisses all over your chest and neck; something he always does after sex, to calm your shaking, spent body and muscles.

He's still buried inside of you, and you love the feeling, always have. You both love to be connected for as long as possible post-sex.

All of a sudden, you hear the click on the door. Your eyes widen, and you glance down at Justin. He's still focused on kissing every inch of your body as you see Clay walk into the Outhouse.

He stops dead in his tracks, and you both stare at each other for what feels like an eternity but is actually only a handful of seconds.

You shrug, trying to look apologetic and trying harder, not to let out a laugh.

Not a word is spoken, as Clay just sighs. His hands fall limp to his sides, and then he turns around, takes a single step, and leaves.

This time, Justin hears the door slam, and his head pops out of the blanket. "Fuck... again? Clay is so gonna kick me out someday."

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

NOT JUST THE FLU

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader (romantic) + clay jensen x twin!reader (familial/platonic ofc)

warnings: cursing, vomiting, justin in recovery - mentions of specific drugs, hints of justin's trauma from being on the streets, coughing, lmk if i should add anything else! (i am not an expert on addiction/recovery + symptoms so please don't come @ me)

a/n: here's another fic from my wattpad days. in the original version of this fic, i wrote the reader to be extremely pissed off and annoyed, but in this version they're a lot more understanding and soft

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—☆—

"Anyone home!? Hello?"

As you close the front door, you kick off your boots, shoving them under the radiator to dry. With dripping hair and soaked clothes, you wander into the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet patches on the carpet in your path. You blow our a long, tired breath and head to the fridge for a bottle of water.

You call out again. "Hello!? Mum? Dad? Clay?" You pause for a few seconds, gulping down half of your drink." No? Just me, then. Sweet."

Figuring that you are home alone, you climb the stairs to the bathroom. You take the small pile of fresh pajamas you'd left before school and change into them. As you're drying your dry, you hear some clattering coming from Clay's room, immediately followed by a curse and then what sounds like a window being opened.

"Clay? You're here?" You knock on your brother's bedroom door. "Why didn't you answer me before?"

When you don't get a response, but continue to hear a string of curse words, you turn the handle and go in anyway. Your eyes widen when you see your friend, Tony. Well, just the back of him at least, as he sits on the window and then jumps down.

"The hell..." You charge forward, watching as he picks himself up from where he'd landed. "Tony, what the fuck?!"

Tony stands, brushes dirt from his jeans, and then looks back up. "Clay said you were studying with Jess."

You're at a loss for words as you frown.

"He said you'd be out late."

"What? I– we got done early. But that doesn't answer my question. What the fuck? Why were you in Clay's room alone?"

"Uh– not alone..." You turn around at his words and your eyes widen further upon seeing Justin Foley laying on your brother's couch, snoring.

How had you completely missed him lying there?

"Tony! Seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"Clay will explain. I have to go." With that, Tony gets into his car and drives away promptly, leaving you confused.

You shake your head in disbelief, then slide the window shut and turn to Justin. You walk over and give him a small shove.

"Justin? Hey..."

Justin wakes instantly, looking around the room, probably for Clay, but when he only sees you, he sits up and looks worried. "Um..."

"Can you please explain to me why the fuck you are in my house, drooling all ovwe my brother's couch?"

Justin opens him mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Clay arrives in the doorway to his room. "Shit! Crap. Uh– I can explain all of this."

"What on earth, Clay? Did you, like... smuggle him in here. Do mom and dad know?"

"They don't, and... kind of. I mean, yes. Yes, I did."

"And Tony was here because?"

"Tony was watching him while I was out."

Justin coughs. "Ugh, I told you, I don't need a babysitter."

You and Clay respond simultaneously. "Shut up."

You shake your head, confused. "Why would Tony need to babysit him?"

Clay looks down at Justin, who looks up at you before opening his mouth to speak. "I– uh– it's–"

"He's sick." Clay interrupts him. "He has the flu. Yeah. I brought him back to help Jessica with the trial and everything... but he's sick, so he's been staying here."

"Why does he need to be here just because he's sick?" You drop your shoulders, mouth hanging open slightly. You sit down on Clay's bed. "How long has he been here?"

Clay gulps before answering. "A few days."

"For real? I mean, what the hell, Clay? You've had Justin Foley in your room for a few days, and you didn't tell me? Are you completely crazy, or am I a total dumbass for not even noticing?"

Clay sighs. "Look, I'm sorry. But we can't risk him being seen."

You rest your head on your hand. "This is crazy."

"I know, okay? Just please... don't tell mom and dad."

Clay gives you his classic, wide-eyed, pleading face. The one he makes when he wants a favour from you, or if he's done something wrong and needs you to cover for him. He thinks it works, but, honestly, it never has.

However, thinking about it, you decide you would rather not face your parents after they find out this... secret. You can imagine their faces and the questions and the yelling they would do, directed at you and Clay. Since now, you have been involved.

"Yeah. Okay, fine." You chuckle. "Can you imagine what they'd say?"

Clay smiles and nods, and then sits down on the end of his bed next to you. "I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you right away."

"Forget it. Does he have medication?"

Justin shakes a small bottle of pills and points to the bottles of meds and water on the table.

"Great."

You feel before you see Clay tense a little, and you look st him with a quirked brow. "What now?"

"You are going to absolutely hate me for this, and I won't blame you if you do, but Tony, um... he can't skip school again tomorrow. Do you think you could– well, you know."

"You want me to watch him? You're serious?"

"Please. Just this once. I'll make sure you don't have to again. I'll figure something else out."

You huff. "Fine. I have first two periods free, so only until then."

"Thank you." Clay nudges your shoulder and smiles. "You're the best twin a brother could ask for."

"I know." You smile back at your brother, and then both of your eyes widen at each other when you hear Justin hiccup and then cough.

"Oh, God!" You try to grab the waste bin quickly, but Justin has vomited all the carpet before you can reach him.

—☆—

You sigh loudly when your phone rings again. "Jesus Christ!"

Justin tries to look over your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Clay... again."

You type a message back to your brother and then slide your phone onto the desk without looking. "He's demanding an update. Like, I'm sorry I forgot, I was sort of in the middle of cleaning up snotty tissues and your favourite vomit-covered shoes, bro."

Justin laughs. "Yeah, oops on that one, he's gonna be pissed."

"Most definitely."

"You have to admit, taking care of me isn't that bad?" Justin smirks.

"What makes you think that? It's gross."

"C'mon, Jensen." Justin smirks, his voice cocky as he explaisn. "Jeff told me."

"Told you what?" You ask, hoping Jeff Atkins really didn't let slip your secret."

"He told me what you said. That you thought I was 'hot', and I quote, 'as fuck'."

Ugh, Jeff.

You figure there isn't much point in denying it. You did find Justin attractive, and you weren't ashamed to think that. However, you do spin a tiny fib and pretend like your little crush on Justin is old news.

"Well... that was after that one night when you were fighting with Zach outside Hannah's party. You were having the time of your life, and so was I while checking you out."

"Oh, really?" Justin beams, and the smile looks strange against his sickly, exhausted looking face.

"How can you be this cocky and... flirty while simultaneously looking like you currently do."

Justin's mouth falls open. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... you really, really look the part of a sick person right now."

"Thanks?" He says, then makes you jump when he blurts out, "Shit, I'm fucking freezing!"

"I gave you three blankets!"

Justin shrugs. "I'm still cold."

"It's probably your fever." You sigh. "Be right back."

You quickly go to your own room and take the duvet from your bed.

"Here." Back in Clay's room, you throw the duvet over Justin, who takes it gratefully and pulls it around himself.

He frowns, surprised by the kind gesture, given that most of your shared time together, you'd been grumpy and impatient to leave.

"Thank you. But won't you need this yourself?"

"You want me to take it back?"

"No." He holds up his hand in defence. "I'm good, I'm good."

It's silent for a little while, so when Justin coughs again, it makes you look over at him. For the first time since you'd discovered him in your home last night, you actually take in his face properly.

You notice his eyes first. They're bloodshot, tired-looking, with little brusie-like circles underneath. His face isn't just pale; it's almost grey, and upon squinting at his hands for a few moments, you realise they are shaking.

Looking down at his medication, you see that not all of them are even meant to be taken for a 'flu'.

You stand up, frowning, and Justin follows your movements as you spot a fold tucked under Clay's desk, and lean down to pick it up. Before you can read it, Justin coughs, and you're certain it's fake; done in order to distract you.

"What am I going to find in here, Justin?" You plop back down onto the bed with the folder, and place it on your lap. "What isn't Clay telling me?"

Justin pulls the blankets tighter around himself. "Nothing, I–"

"You look awful. Like, worse than the flu awful. You're all lying to me, aren't you? You, Clay, and Tony." You roll your eyes when Justin doesn't respond. "Look, just tell me. Please. I promise you, whatever it is, I'll still keep my mouth shut. I just want to know what I'm really dealing with here."

You're about to push further when your phone rings again. You groan loudly. Answering it, you ignore Clay's questions and mutter, "Call me back in 20."

You hang up and throw your phone to the side. "So?"

Justin closes his eyes. "Just open that dumbass folder Clay made."

You do as he says, eyes widening when you read the first line on the first page inside. You read it aloud, "'Detoxing From Heroin.' What and what not– Justin, what–" You blow out a breath, taking a minute to let your anger fade, the feeling being replaced by concern and confusion. "What happened to you? After you left..."

Something in Justin's eyes shift. He suddenly seems scared, shy, maybe even a little ashamed. "I–" His voice cracks. "When I left–"

"Don't answer that." You quickly move to kneel beside him, leaning up on the couch and laying a hand over one of his. "Okay? You don't have to."

"Hm. Thanks." He relaxes and turns his hand, so that he can interlace his fingers with yours. When you don't pull away, and instead, squeeze his hand back, he smirks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, amazed by how quickly he seems to be able to change his entire mood.

"Because I knew it."

"Ugh. What?"

"You still like me, don't you?"

"Shut up, Foley." You pick up the folder again, opening it up to the page on medication. "Okay, what did you take before I got here?"

Justin doesn't answer right away, he just watches you flipping through the folder and mutters to himself. "Yeah, you still like me."

—☆—

Later that day, when Tony arrives to switch with you, Clay comes home too. You give them both an ear-bashing before leaving the house and heading back to school.

—☆—

A few days pass, and when you're walking to the shower one night, you hear Tony, ranting to Justin about how he needs to be somewhere else. You don't quite hear the what's and where's, or who's, but before you can even think about it, you push open the door.

"Go, Tony. If you need to. I've got it tonight."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm free, so go ahead."

"Okay." He pats you on the shoulder as he leaves the room. "Thank you."

You go and sit next to Justin on the floor, where's he got his knees tucked up against his chest, and his arms wrapped around them, shivering. "You're back. Thought you told Clay that you weren't gonna help after the other night."

"Yeah, well, I lied, I guess."

He smiles sweetly, and then you sigh to yourself for showing how much you really care for Justin, when you squeeze his knee. He looks up, confused, and then you turn your hand, palm up and nod.

Justin takes your hand once again, and then Justin lays his head on your shoulder. You lay your own against his.

"This is nice." He whispers.

"Yeah... until you throw up again."

Justin snort-laughs; and what you don't see is that at that moment, Clay arrives home. He looks in on you both, surprise making him leave you alone as he walks back downstairs, mumbling to himself.

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[jensensfanfic]

CLAY ASKING YOU TO SPRING FLING ☆ DRABBLE

pairing: clay jensen x gn!reader

a/n: i was about to go to sleep and then i got this random thought in my head. it's messy and short as hell, but i hope you like it nonetheless.

—☆—

thinking about clay jensen trying to come up with a way to ask you to spring fling.

he's had a few crushes during his school life but has never felt brave or confident enough to ever ask them out. you, however, were different. he couldn't watch you go to the dance with somebody else without at least trying to ask you. there was just something about you that he couldn't let go - not without trying.

weeks went by, and each day that passed was another chance for some other student to swoop in and ask you to be their date. he needed to just buck up and do it, but he was still full of nerves whenever he was around you- which was actually quite often.

you sat next to each other in robotics almost every day. he had so many chances.

one day, while in class together, clay scribbles both of your names on top of your project plan, then doodles two little characters that you recognise from the akr comics you both read.

when you mention this, that you know these robots, clay only allows himself a mere few seconds of shock, before diving into a babbling ramble about the comics.

by the end of the conversation, clay finally gets an idea of how to ask you to spring fling. it's simple, probably a little nerdy or lame, but he does it anyway.

he spends all night– and all morning before school– sketching a small comic strip. he draws himself, and you, as akr characters, and in the very first square, inside the speech bubble, he writes, "will you go to spring fling with me?"

underneath, there are two different outcomes. in one, your character says a polite 'no', to which clay responds calmly and respectfully, the drawing of him looking sad, but understanding.

in the other outcome, the second square, your character responds with a 'yes, i'd love too'. and in this drawing, a thought bubble encases a small drawing of your characters dancing together at spring fling with tiny hearts decorating the scene.

clay can't believe it when he actually hands you this drawing in person, and he believes it even less when the second square becomes a reality.

he is utterly flabbergasted, but also, so so happy when you fling your arms around his neck and whisper a promise– to frame the picture and keep it forever– into his ear.

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

tiny justin foley drabble under the cut. nsfw

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justin foley is the type of guy who loves to almost get caught with you, but also despises the idea of anyone seeing you like that.

like, just imagine being right on the edge, writhing in pleasure on his bed in the outhouse, when you hear a car pull up outside. justin suddenly stops, pulling out completely and leaving you feeling so empty.

"no, please don't stop," you protest, "i was so close."

"i'm not gonna risk anyone coming in here and seeing you like this, baby. only i get to watch you fall apart."

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

MONET'S

pairing: justin x gn!reader

warnings: brief talk of justin's not-so-great past, but it's not detailed - just talked about in the form of rumours/hearsay

a/n: my next few posts are gonna be fics that came from my old wattpad book: 'justin foley gif series'. gonna try to fix them up a little and post them here before i delete them from wattpad :)

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The cafe is quiet when you enter; there are only a few tables taken up by men and women who look to be around your age. You had heard this was a popular spot for Liberty High students, so you assume that you'll probably see some of them around on your first day tomorrow.

You pull out your headphones when you approach the counter, and there's no need for you to ring the bell. Right away, a rather good-looking guy turns around. He doesn't seem to really look at you, but his voice and smile are polite and professional.

"Hey, welcome to Monet's. What can I get for you?"

"I'll just have a–" He looks up, and you pause as he throws a rag over his shoulder. "Justin Foley?"

He frowns. "Uh, yeah?"

"Sorry. Um... I'm new at Liberty, and I– I just recognised you from the, uh... football... photos."

"That's where you recognised me from?" He shifts from where he'd been leaning on the counter and stands up straight. "Sure."

"Crap. I'm sorry... again."

"It's fine, alright. Secrets never stay secrets at our school. I'm not surprised the new kid already knows all of mine."

Scrunching your face and pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh. "I've offended you. Justin, I'm–"

"Don't say sorry again." Justin smiles, then shrugs. "I meant it- it's fine."

"So... the things I've heard... they're true?"

"Some of them." He nods. "But I hope they won't make you run right outta here to find another coffee shop."

"Oh... no. No." You smile shyly. "We've all got our shit... right? Even me; 'the new kid'."

"Right." Justin smirks, then grabs a mug from the rack behind him. "So, do you want anything because I have a break in..." He glances down at his watch. "... oh. Two minutes ago."

"Ah, crap." You turn around anxiously, to see if there is anyone waiting behind you. Luckily, there isn't.

Justin notices you doing and says, "Slow day. Don't worry. Now, tell me what you'll have; on the house."

"You don't have to do that."

"Nah, it's all good. I'll get you something and then you can join me on my break... if you want."

"I'd love that. Thank you!"

"No worries. Now, please, for the love of God, tell me what you'd like."

You laugh, and them give him your order, to which he replies with a wink. "A great choice. Coming right up, new kid."

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[jensensfanfic]

FROZEN MEALS

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader

a/n: another from my old wattpad account. this went from being just a 100 words on there... to this. also, warnings are under the cut

warnings: established relationship, use of "babe/baby", food mentions, mouldy food, justin not taking care of himself, mentions of seth + parental neglect, season 1 justin, it's maybe implied that the reader has more money than justin- but i wouldn't say rich/wealthy (not sure- you decide)

—☆—

Justin unlocks his front door and holds it open to let you in ahead of him. The simple, sweet gesture has you smiling, until you quickly remember where you are and who lives here. "Uh, is Seth around today, because I don't wanna be here if—?"

"I know." He shakes his head. "We're good. He been gone a few days, probably won't be back for a while."

"Alright."

"Come on, sit down."

Justin gestures to the tattered, old couch. You put your bag down next to the seat, then sink down into it. Justin kicks the door closed behind him, then opens the freezer and mumbles about how hungry he his. He rummages around for a while, then holds up a box and shakes it.

"This'll do. Hey, there's two of them if you want one."

You turn to read the box he's holding. 'Ready To Eat Roast Dinner.'

"Um, no, thank you. Not hungry."

"Suit yourself." Justin replies, and then you hear him poking holes, rather too harshly, into the plastic film covering his dinner.

He quite literally throws the container into the microwave, taps a few buttons and then grabs a stool while he waits for a beep.

However, like most things in Justin's mom's house, sadly, the microwave is broken. Instead of making that tell-tale beeping sound, it just doesn't stop. It keeps cooking, and after what feels like too long, you have to remind Justin to check his food, before it burns.

"S'okay, looks fine. Thanks for reminding me, though. That thing's a piece of shit."

Justin drops into the space next to you, placing his dinner on the table and digging in. You try not to grimace at the meal he seems to be enjoying, but the smell of it makes your face scrunch, as you cover your mouth with your hand.

"Justin, what is that?"

"Beef... I think." He shrugs. "Who the fuck cares? I'm starving."

"It just... doesn't smell right."

"What d'you mean?" Justin frowns, taking another bite.

"Well, it smells... bad. Like, out of date bad." You stand up and head to the kitchen counter. "Did you check the expiration date?"

"It's fine." Justin repeats.

You glance over the box, flipping it around to find the date, and grimacing when you do. "Justin, this is almost 5 months past!"

Justin looks over at you and just shrugs again. Then he shovels another bite into his mouth, which causes a bubble of anger to rise within you.

"Babe! Stop eating!" You go back to the couch, grab Justin's fork out of his hand and push the meal away. "You can't eat that!"

With a mouth still full, he yells. "I'm fucking hungry! I don't care."

He tries to reach for his food, so you pick it up and throw it into the trash before he can eat anymore.

"What the fuck?" He throws himself against the back of the couch dramatically. "That was fucking rude."

"No. It wasn't. You can eat that mouldy, rotten crap, Justin. You'll get sick." You join him once more, sitting down close enough to him that your legs are pressed together. "Baby, I don't want you to get sick."

"Ugh!" He shakes his head, annoyed, but when he looks at you again, his eyes are soft. "I'm sorry for yelling. I'm just hungry, and there's nothing else to eat."

"Nothing? At all?"

"Believe it or not... Seth's number one priority isn't feeding the dumbass kid he got stuck with after meeting my mom." Justin's eyes are sad, though his voice sounds like how he talks when he's telling a joke. "He rarely fills the fridge, unless it's with booze."

You blink rapidly, fighting off your emotions as you heart shatters. Clearing your throat, you pick up your bag and stand up, offering Justin your hand. He grabs it and you pull him up. "Well, fine then, let's go."

"Where exactly?"

"I'm gonna get us some takeout..." You open front door, throwing a look at the dirty, torn up couch. "...and then we'll eat at my place."

Justin's hand slips from yours, making you pause halfway out of the house. "Wait. Just— fuck sake!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"You already bought me a new backpack... a fucking winter jacket, even my school books. Just– you can't keep, like, buying me things."

"Why can't I?"

"Because! I– we're– it's– I don't know! It's just... it makes me feel like I owe you, all the time. And I have nothing to give you."

Dropping your bag to the floor, you reach for Justin's face, hold it, and force him to look at you. "Justin... baby, I love you, okay? And that means I love taking care of you, and taking care of you is making sure you have everything you need and deserve. 'Cos you do deserve it... even the very basic things that your mom and Seth don't buy for you. Like school books, and clothes... and food that doesn't smell like crap."

"Okay?" You shake his head a little. "And one day when we're older and both successful, you'll owe me back then. For now, though, being with you is enough in return."

Justin's mouth moves just barely, opening and closing as he tries to find what to say.

You know that he's never been the best at accepting help. He's never been one to ask for it either, and he definitely doesn't know how to react when you, or any of your friends tell him he's worth being cared for.

After a few moments, Justin replies with a simple, yet raw and heartfelt – judging by the raspy tone of his voice –, "Love you, too."

You peck his lips and smile. Then, you slide one of your hands up to his forehead.

"What're you doing?"

"Checking for if you feel hot. Do you? You ate quite a few bites of that crap."

Justin shakes his head. "I feel okay."

"Alright. Just tell me if you get a stomach ache or anything, 'kay?"

You take his hand, swing your bag over your shoulder, and then lead him out of the house. "So... pizza?"

"Ooh, yes." Justin grins, and you're more than delighted to see him happy once more. "I absolutely could go for pizza."

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[jensensfanfic]

HII! clay x gn!reader x justin (it’s all platonic!!!! we are friends!!!!!!) where it’s late at night and you show up at their outhouse out of breath and damp from the rain saying the line, “i didn’t know where else to go” and clay and justin hang out with you?

of course, friend!!

pairings: justin x gn!reader/clay x gn!reader (both platonic)

warnings: a soggy reader (lol), angst themed - but there's nothing specific

a/n: I didn't really include the hanging out part, I'm sorry! I hope you still like it!

—☆—

Halfway through your short walk to your friends' house, you feel light drops of rain start to fall, and then all of a sudden, it's chucking it down. You throw up the hood of your jacket, but it doesn't do much good in keeping you dry. You start to run as you see a flash and then hear the booming claps of thunder.

—☆—

You arrive at the Outhouse, and your fist pauses mid-air when Clay opens the door before you can knock. He takes in the sight of you, drenched head to toe. "Uh– hi! I didn't know where else to go, I had to get out of my house, I–"

"Explain later– just–" Clay grips the front of your hoodie and pulls you inside. "Get in here, oh my God!" He kicks the door shut and then yells for his brother. "Justin! Dude, are you done in the shower!?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm right here, chill." You hear his footstep as he rounds the kitchen towards you and Clay. He pauses and then laughs. "Jesus fucking Christ. You look like a drowned rat."

"Justin, for fuck's sake." Clay rolls his eyes at him. "Just move so our friend here can go get changed."

Justin continues to chuckle as he walks over to his bed and dives on to it. He gets comfy with his head propped up against his pillows.

Clay takes your jacket and throws it straight into the laundry hamper. "I think you still have some clothes here, right?"

"Yeah, you do." Justin's head is already stuck into one of Clay's AKR comics. "Lainie washed them for you, they're in the second drawer."

"Thanks, guys." You kick off your heavy shoes, grimacing at the squelching sound they make as they hit the ground. "Do you mind if I shower, too?"

"'Course. You go get dry and warm, and I'll get a drink ready for you for when you're done. Then you can tell us what's up."

"Alright, thanks, Clay." You can't hug him with your dripping clothes on, so you go for a fist bump instead. Then you turn towards Justin. "You, too."

"Welcome." Justin says, peeking his head over the comic to see you. "Don't use the blue towel, by the way. It's, um... let's just say I was very sweaty after practice today. It's ripe."

Clay snorts, and you laugh. "Okay, yeah. Thanks, buddy."

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

HI FUNNY IDEA

Justin foley x gn!reader with the prompt “we’re way too drunk for this” and both are drunk, doing something really stupid late at night, like maybe they’re trying to steal a stop sign but they can’t stop laughing to get the job done

hahaha! okay! this is so short and so silly. also, i wrote it while at work, so 🤫😂

send me some prompts and i'll write a little fic for you

"justin, oh my god- what are you doing!?"

justin stumbles as he tries his best to pick up the fallen stop sign. "agh! fuck, this thing is heavier than it looks."

"then put it down, dummy." you walk over to him, wobbling as you go. grabbing one side, you nod at him and say, "we're way too drunk for this."

"you come to help me?"

"yuuuuuup." you lift with all your might, but in your current state, it's not much, and all you both manage to do is knock the sign face down. "shit!"

"dude!" justin drops to the ground with a loud huff. "that would've looked so dope in my room."

"you know what else would look so dope in your room?" you burst into a fit of laughter for a minute straight before you can even finish your failed attempt at a flirty joke. "me."

"what?" justin throws an arm around your shoulder and leans in close. "how would i stick you to the wall, though?"

"oh god!" you frown, "i don't know!"

you both start to laugh again until your stomach hurts, and justin starts to yell about needing to "pee before i explode."

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[jensensfanfic]

ONE TOO MANY

requested: anon

pairing: justin x gn!dempsey!reader

warnings: drinking/drunk reader, you are zach's sibling, use of baby/babe, suggestive sexual comments, drunken ily confession, bonus drunk zach for ya, typos that are purposeful!!

—☆—

Justin rushes out of bed when he gets the call.

Jessica had rung six times before he'd finally woken up, annoyed and still tired. When he answered, the booming music that played on the background of the call was so loud he could barely hear a word his friend was saying. He and Jess tried to communicate through loud whispers but it wasn’t enough, and Clay had started to stir from his side of the room.

Justin decided to end the call, and texted Jessica instead.

—☆—

2:05am, Justin F: clay's snoring... what’s up. it’s late

2:05am, Jess D: sorry. but i thought you'd want to know - dempsey is REALLY drunk

2:06am, Justin F: zach? he can take care of himself

2:07am, Jess D: not THAT dempsey, idiot

2:07am, Justin F: OH shit. yeah, okay, i'm on my way right now

clay can i borrow your car

2:10am, Justin F: fuck, didn't mean to type that lol

2:10am, Jess D: ...........dumbass

—☆—

Justin arrived at Jessica's party in no less that ten minutes, still wearing his grey pajama pants and a hoodie he'd quickly thrown on. He thumps on the door, hoping it's loud enough to be heard over the music.

When the door opens, he's surprised to be met with you first, instead of Jess. "Hey. You okay?" He immediately asks.

"Baby!" You yell, then throw yourself at him. He stumbles back a little but manages to catch himself, and you. You kiss his cheek with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "Where ya been?"

“Hey babe, where’s Jess?”

Half-lidded and grinning, you point behind you to where a group of people are playing 'suck-and-blow' in a circle. 

“She's, uh... right behind those guys... helping bug bro... I mean, big bro.” You hiccup rather loudly, and start giggling at yourself. “He’s drunk. Worse–" hiccup. "...than me.” hiccup. "I'm not drunk, though."

“You sure about that? How much did you have?”

“Uh...” You lift one of your hands from where it had been laying against his chest. You squint as you try to concentrate, putting up one finger at a time and counting. “One, two... three-four... three– No, two... or five. Uh, oh."

"What is it?" Justin frowns, moving you both out of the way of a boy who suddenly starts rushing out of the house, holding his stomach. He repeats his question. "What is it?"

"I frogot... forgot... how many." Hiccup.

“Baby, that’s not good. Come on, we should–” Justin cuts himself off when he spots Jess, waving at him from the kitchen. She gives him a thumbs up, then yells something which he just about makes out.

"You found 'em!? Good! You take that Dempsey, I'll take this one!"

She gestures to your brother, who stands abruptly from his chair and cheers loudly. Then he spots you, does a little wave, and then plops back down once more.

You laugh, and laugh as Justin then scoots you both around and opens the door.

"Hold me tight, okay? Don't want you to fall."

Justin guides you by your waist, down the front steps and to the car. He helps you inside, then leans over and buckles your seat belt for you. You watch as he places one hand on your knee to reach it, then swipes his other hand across your lap as he pulls it. You gasp excitedly, covering your mouth with one hand. "Oh. Justy... be careful where you're touching."

Justin frowns, but when you wink, he understands and just shakes his head with a smile. "You, Dempsey, are far to drunk."

The car starts up, but before you leave Justin frowns again. "And since when do you call me 'Justy'?"

Hiccup. "You don't like?"

"Hm..." He pauses for a beat, "undecided."

—☆—

Once home, you stumble to the couch, patting the space beside you for Justin to join. "I cannot be certain... exactly how many cups–" hiccup. "I had, but it was deftly—de-fin-te— de-fine-ly... six."

“Jesus." Justin grimaces. "Vodka? Punch? Gin? Fucking... whiskey? What was it?"

"Hm... lemme think..."

You start counting your fingers again and Justin sighs. "You know what? Don't worry. I'll text Jess later, see if she saw what you were drinking."

—☆—

A few minutes later, after Justin is done ranting to you about being careful, and knowing what's in your cup; which he's certain you aren't listening to– you yawn.

He rolls his eyes, and then you start poking at his arm as you speak. "Since when were you the responksi-balls person out of us."

“Maybe, since landed your cute ass." He smiles and takes your hand, partly to stop the poking, but mostly to gain your full attention. "I want you to be careful... and safe, and not have me waking up past 2am to come and get you. I worry about you, always.”

You stand, wobbling a little as you do. “I’m not even bad-drunk, look.”

You put your arms out in front of you and then bring the tip of your finger to your nose. Your left is almost perfect, but when you try with your right, you end up prodding your eye and wincing. You flop back down. "'Kay, fine. Maysbe I'm a little, wee bit drunker... but not as much as Zachy!"

"Wait!" Justin tries to reply, but he doesn't get a word out when you suddenly go rigid and grab his shirt, looking up at him with already-watering eyes. "Where's Zachy!? I di'nt se him! Is he okay!? Zachary Sha–"

"Hey. Chill out, will you? Your brother is fine. I think Jess is probably going to have him stay at her house tonight. He was very drunk, but he's being looked after. Okay?" Justin wipes your teary eyes. "Don't worry."

You sniffle. "Are you lying?"

"No. I swear."

"Okay." You rub your eyes, grinning, your emotional moment gone in an instant. "What now?"

"You... need sleep, and you can't go home right now since you'd be alone, so you can take my bed, and I'll take the couch."

"I'm not at my house? Oh."

"Uh, no. I brought you back to the Outhouse. Is that okay?"

“Mm. Sleep... sounds so very, very, very, very, very, very good... actually.”

You get up, and Justin fails to catch up to you as you somehow, safely make it to his bed and throw yourself on top. Justin waits for you to turn onto your back, then throws his favourite blanket over you.

"Oh, shit." His eyes then dart to the opposite side of the room and you follow them, leaning up on one arm. When he speaks again, he's whispering. "I almost forgot Clay was asleep. How in the fuck have we not woken him yet?"

“Oopsies.” You laugh, and then immediately slap a hand over your mouth when Clay shifts a little in his sleep.

"Okay. Go to sleep now, alright?" Justin leans over for a goodnight peck, but you stop him. "What?"

"Booze breath."

"I don't care."

"Okay, then, come here."

You hiccup again, just before his soft lips meet yours for a sweet, gentle smooch. He then plants another kiss on your forehead and cheek, and then turns around.

He goes to get more blankets and pillows for himself, and while collecting them, hears you mumble.

"Thanks, hottie. Night, night."

Justin chuckles, but it doesn't last long when your next drunken, sleepy words have him freezing on the spot.

"Ni-night, I love you..."

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

Can I request a Justin foley piece, where the reader and Justin are dating. The reader is best friends with Jess and Hannah. The reader gets hurt during cheer practice and justin comforts her until the ambulance arrives and it’s really cute

PYRAMIDS AND SIRENS

pairing: justin x gn!reader

warnings: injury - badly broken bone (not detailed), hannah is alive in this one, use of y/n, jess is there too, cursing, short and sweet

disclaimer: i know nothing about cheerleading but pyramids are a thing right? didn't jess become a 'flyer' or something... anyways....

—☆—

Hannah rushed through the corridor, completely ignoring protests from her teachers and fellow students who got in the way. She skidded to a halt in the doorway of your boyfriend's Math class. "Justin?"

Justin smiled brightly at his friend, continuing to scribble on the table as he spoke. "Hey, Hannah... Jess, what's up?"

Jessica had finally caught up to Hannah, leaning against the door beside her. She stormed over to him and snapped her fingers by his ears. "What the—"

"Listen, Justin! Y/n is hurt, they fell during practice."

"Wait... what?" Justin's smile dropped. "Are you serious, what happened?"

Hannah huffed. "Just come on and see for yourself."

Justin glanced at the teacher who sighed and gestured to him that it was okay to go with his friends.

—☆—

Justin, Hannah and Jessica made their way to the field. "They don't want to go to hospital but everyone can tell... is not just some sprain or anything. It looks broken."

"Well, yeah, y/n hates hospitals... always has since–" Justin's eyes widened. "Wait– broken!?"

Your three friends finally stop at the goal post, and Hannah pointed to where there were a group of cheerleaders huddled together in the middle of the field. They stayed back as Justin ran the rest of the way forward. When the rest of the team saw him, they moved aside so that he could kneel down next to you.

"Hey." When Justin greets you, you're sitting with one leg crossed, while the injured one is laid out straight in front of you. He takes your hand and squeezes. "Hey, are you okay? Did someone call an ambulance?"

"Of course!" One of the cheerleaders says. "It should be here in... 10 more minutes or so."

Justin wasn't sure who answered, he was too focused on you to notice. He tries not to look at your leg, and also attempts to distract you from looking at it. "What happened, then?"

"I wanted to be a flyer... and now I'm paying for it." You sigh, shaking your head and then suddenly wincing when you accidentally jerk your leg.

"I'm sure you were doing great before that." Justin looks around at the rest of the team then.

They all reply in unison with differing answer.

Yeah.

You looked great.

You were doing so good.

It was our best run through yet.

Justin smiles. "Knew it. You're so talented. This was just a bit of bad luck."

"I think I here the sirens, babe." Justin squeezes your hand again, "Hey. Are you gonna let me be the one to ride to hospital with you?"

You chuckle. "Of course."

—☆—

Inside the ambulance, and in the hospital, Justin held onto your hand whenever, and for however long he could. He asked more questions than your parents did. He even stayed awake when you'd gone into surgery, and when you returned, he shot up out of his seat and offered you a small brown bear that held a little fabric heart. On it, it said, "get well soon."

"You better let me be the first to sign your cast."

"Fine... but please don't draw a dick or something."

—☆—

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[jensensfanfic]

WET T-SHIRT CONTEST

[gif is mine via sideblog]

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader

prompt: garden hose

warnings: cursing, use of babe/baby, water fight,

—☆—

"Fuck, it's hot today!" Justin yells from where he's stood in your back garden, bouncing a football on his knee. "Sweatin' balls over here.”

"You want some water?" You shout back over the loud music that blasts from your speakers in the kitchen.

"Sure." Justin catches the ball and glances over to nod at you. "Thanks, babe."

"No problem." You wander inside, heading straight for the fridge and enjoy the coolness that hits you when you open it. You let out a sigh, running your hand through your hair. You stand there for what feels like just a few seconds, but is apparently long enough to have your boyfriend calling for you from outside.

"Hey! You got the water? Dying out here." 

"Yeah, shit! I'm coming, your Majesty." You joke, then grab four bottles of ice cold water; two each for the both of you.

You throw the bottles to Justin. He catches it with ease, then blows you a kiss in gratitude. You pretend like you've captured his kiss, and it makes him grin. You chuckle at the small gesture that had become your 'thing' since you had started dating.

You watch as he opens the first bottle and downs it in one, then uncaps the next. "Woah. Aren't you gonna get brain freeze?"

"Nah." He rubs his head as if feeling for a temperature. "I think I'm good."

You laugh, and then your eyes make contact with something on the ground. The garden hose is sitting there, attached, and ready to be used as a weapon. You smirk and giggle, and when Justin hears this, he looks over. When he notices what you are looking at, his eyes grow wide. "Oh, don't even think– No!"

You dive for the hose, just as he starts to run forwards for it, too. Quickly, you run to the tap and then look up at your boyfriend. "You better run."

"Shit."

He runs to the opposite end of the garden, looking around for somewhere to possibly hide as you turn the tap.

Then you jump into action, chasing him and spraying him with the freezing cold water. He runs and yells, ducks and hides, and tries to take the hose from you.

At some point, he succeeds, you end up going back and forth like this until you both start to get tired.

—☆—

You are both sprawled out on the now-wet grass, exhausted. Justin mumbles about how dry you are compared to him, and you simply smirk in reply, smug.

Sitting up, you cross your legs, and Justin follows, shaking his hair around so that droplets hit your skin. "You feel cooled down now, huh?"

"Yes..." He rolls his eyes but smiles upon seeing how amused and happy you look. "Very."

"You, um... might need to change. You're looking like you should be entering a wet t-shirt contest right now."

"Oh, really?" Justin reaches behind him to grab one of your bottles of water from the deck chair. Before you can even try to move and run away, he grabs you by your hip, pulling you down as he uncaps the bottle and pours the entirety of it over you. "Looks like you should be entering now, too."

"What?" Justin raises his brows at your sudden squeal when you look down at your shirt. He follows your eyes, looking down at your chest. Your shirt, unlike his, has now become almost complete see-through. "Shit, sorry."

"Not your fault."

"Here." He kneels up and pulls his hoodie from the back of his chair. You quickly removed your soaked shirt, and then Justin wraps his hoodie around your shoulders. You zip it up, glad to be less exposed once more.

"Thanks."

"Hey, you wanna go inside now?" Justin pulls you up with him as he stands. "We can both change and then get some snacks ready... sit in front of the fan with a movie?"

"Only if I get to pick it."

"Why do you get— you drenched me!"

"Exactly. Winner picks."

"I think the person who offered you his hoodie should pick."

"Fine! What are we watching then?"

"Wait and see."

—☆—

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[deathofacupid]

awww this is so wholesome 🥹🥹

i love this‼️

CLAY ASKING YOU TO SPRING FLING ☆ DRABBLE

pairing: clay jensen x gn!reader

a/n: i was about to go to sleep and then i got this random thought in my head. it's messy and short as hell, but i hope you like it nonetheless.

—☆—

thinking about clay jensen trying to come up with a way to ask you to spring fling.

he's had a few crushes during his school life but has never felt brave or confident enough to ever ask them out. you, however, were different. he couldn't watch you go to the dance with somebody else without at least trying to ask you. there was just something about you that he couldn't let go - not without trying.

weeks went by, and each day that passed was another chance for some other student to swoop in and ask you to be their date. he needed to just buck up and do it, but he was still full of nerves whenever he was around you- which was actually quite often.

you sat next to each other in robotics almost every day. he had so many chances.

one day, while in class together, clay scribbles both of your names on top of your project plan, then doodles two little characters that you recognise from the akr comics you both read.

when you mention this, that you know these robots, clay only allows himself a mere few seconds of shock, before diving into a babbling ramble about the comics.

by the end of the conversation, clay finally gets an idea of how to ask you to spring fling. it's simple, probably a little nerdy or lame, but he does it anyway.

he spends all night– and all morning before school– sketching a small comic strip. he draws himself, and you, as akr characters, and in the very first square, inside the speech bubble, he writes, "will you go to spring fling with me?"

underneath, there are two different outcomes. in one, your character says a polite 'no', to which clay responds calmly and respectfully, the drawing of him looking sad, but understanding.

in the other outcome, the second square, your character responds with a 'yes, i'd love too'. and in this drawing, a thought bubble encases a small drawing of your characters dancing together at spring fling with tiny hearts decorating the scene.

clay can't believe it when he actually hands you this drawing in person, and he believes it even less when the second square becomes a reality.

he is utterly flabbergasted, but also, so so happy when you fling your arms around his neck and whisper a promise– to frame the picture and keep it forever– into his ear.

—☆—

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