Clay Jensen x reader
Also, I don't want anyone triggered by anything.
It will include:
Depression, cutting, suicide, and attempts at all.
Murder, rape, mugging, and attempts at
all.
Sex, love, feelings, music, singing, cheating, abuse, angst, twists and turns, douchebags and nicebags, damsel in distress, man in distress, yea...that's basically it. But smut ey, I'm a sinner-and I love smut. So you're welcome?
I try to reply to comments. I am depressed and all, but I want to make a great community for people to be all together and happy. Feel free to message me. This is my first 13rw, and Clay Jensen story. I used to do alot of twd and Batfamily on some other thing.
ENJOY
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.