#jeff atkins drabble

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Far too young to die Part II

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: Okay so a lot of people were asking for a part 2 of this and i know i took really long with this. i apologise, it’s just that senior year is kicking my ass more than i thought. I promise to get all my other requests out, i just ask that you be patient with me please

Jeff’s POV

What does Sheri have to do with y/n dying that night? What the hell did Hannah say? I know what happened that night, I’m the reason she died.

Justin’s POV

“Sheri, hey wait up”

“Justin, hi”

“You have to tell Jeff”

“What! no i can’t, I’m not ready”

“Sheri he lost it out there on the field and you’re here thinking about yourself’

“Justin this is the worst thing i have ever done in my life”

“He needs closure, he still blames himself for that night, he still thinks he killed the love of his life”

“Okay, I-I’ll give it to him tomorrow”

Jeff’s POV

I messed up at the game on Friday, I thought I was doing okay, I thought things were getting better. I feel like I can’t even talk to Clay after what just happened with Hannah. I knew he loved her and now he also lost the love of his life. Justin asked me to sit with them in the cafeteria, he was probably just feeling sympathetic after i froze out on the field during the game. I still couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to me about talking to Sheri because apparently something happened between her and Hannah but i don’t understand what i have to do with it.

”Hi Jeff”

“Hi Sheri, how are you?”

“Good as can be expected, uh-do you have a second to talk?”

   I couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on me and i stood correct when i turned back to the table and Justin, Marcus, Alex, Zach and Jessica were looking at me but averted their gaze when i caught them staring. 

“Yeah, this won’t take long though right? because i have a history quiz next period”

“No, I just need to give you something”, She said nervously as she handed me a USB.

“A USB?”

“Yeah you won’t understand right now but after you listen to it you will. I just ask that after you listen to it please don’t look at me differently because i would do anything to take it back. You need to know that this is the worst I’ve ever done in my entire life.”

 She looked like she was about to cry and i didn’t really know what to do so i just placed my hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, “hey listen, it’s okay”

“Jeff just please listen to it when you get home”

“I will, i promise. Are you gonna be okay?” i asked concerned. She just ran off without answering me, i don’t think I’ve ever seen her that way.

“Everything good with Sheri?”, Zach asked.

“uh-yeah i think so. She just gave me something and said that i need to listen to it.” Zach’s whole body language changed and i felt like he knew something I didn’t but then again maybe i was just overthinking everything.

The first thing i did when i got home was go up to my room and listen to whatever was on this USB. It has been consuming my mind the whole day. Was I ready for whatever was on here? No. But i have to know what’s so bad that Sheri was on the verge of tears. And play...

“Hey it’s Hannah-” holy shit, is this some kind of sick joke?

“-Sheri if you’re listening to this then it means you’ve already heard your tape-” Tape? what tape?

“It also means that others know what you did that night. You’re probably wondering why you received this right? Well this is for you to hold onto until you’re ready. And no, this isn’t something that has been passed on, neither will it be passed on to anyone after this. There is only one person in particular that you will give this to when you’re ready or when you know that person will need to hear the truth. And you know who that person is..... Jeff.”

“So Jeff this part is for you, if you’re listening to this. Hi! You have to understand that what I’m about to tell you could change everything, it may change the way you look at Sheri or even myself. I don’t really know where to start with this. I guess i want to firstly thank you for always making Clay go to any social event because if it wasn’t for you, Clay and i wouldn’t have had the moments we had. But this isn’t about Clay and I, it’s about the night of Jessica’s party, the night y/n died in the accident. I was pretty drunk that night and my phone was dead and Sheri was leaving so she offered to take me home. As she drove I told her that I was really drunk and that my parents would be really angry if i got home in the state i was in. So she suggested i call home and tell my parents that i was staying over at her house. And as i mentioned before, my phone was dead so as she was driving, Sheri was looking for her phone and we both had our eyes off the road and then we knocked something. We both got out of the car and saw that it was a stop sign. I tried telling her to call the police but she refused because she didn’t want her dad to know so she drove off leaving me alone with a knocked down stop sign and a dead phone. So I ran to Blue Spot Liquor to call the police and when they said that someone had already reported it, i thought it was Sheri. That was until that morning when i heard what happened and i tried talking to Sheri to say something and i even called y/n’s home and when it went to voicemail I didn’t know what to say so i ended the call and i walked pass her house so many times but i couldn’t bring myself to knock on their door and say something. Then when i tried telling Clay he just blocked me out. Jeff I’m so sorry about what happened, if i had maybe just stood there until somebody drove by I could’ve called the police and y/n would still be alive. I’m sorry I left you to blame yourself for what happened to y/n. I hope this brought you some closure.” 

*the next day*

“Sheri! can we talk?”

“uh-Jeff hi! yeah sure”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Jeff you have to understand-”

“No, there’s nothing more to understand, Hannah was pretty clear on what happened that night”

“I-”

“I’m not done, you didn’t do anything Sheri, you just continued with your life and watched as my life fell apart without y/n. You did nothing as i blamed myself for losing the best thing that ever happened to me.” By now I was crying and I couldn’t care less what everyone thought.     

 “Jeff this was the worst thing I have ever done, if I knew the consequences of what i did that night, I would have done everything differently.” She was crying now.

“That’s just the thing Sheri, you don’t see this kind of stuff coming, That’s why it’s unforeseen. You couldn’t have possibly known that you were going to be the reason y/n died. But you could have done something that night. You could have just called the police and told them what you did and she would still be here every morning waiting for me at my locker and flashing me that innocent smile of hers and going on about another crazy dream that she had.”

“Jeff I’ll do anything. What can i do to make you forgive me even a little bit?”

“They deserve the truth, y/n’s parents deserve to know what happened that night.”

“Jeff her parents will never look at me the same again.”

“They need just as much closure as i did, you need to explain why you did what you did and you know it’s the right thing to do.”

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Request: Hi, I have a request for Jeff Atkins. I thought maybe the reader and Jeff kinda had a thing for each other, but were lifelong friends. You could almost say they had something like F+ going on. Until one night at a party, when the reader was like dancing or flirting with another guy to forget about her feelings for Jeff that he had enough and finally admits to the reader how he feels, even though they are both drunk af. And at the end it‘s all fluffy?? Thank you sm and I love your writing <3

Requested by: @newtsshelbys

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 1,835

You hated it. Hated how he stood there, looking amazing might you had effortlessly, but with such a radiating and bright smile that it was no wonder everyone flocked towards him. Jeff just radiating positive and inviting energy, not to mention he was incredibly charismatic.

It had always been like this. Ever since you’d started being friends with him, which was so long ago now it felt like an entire lifetime, Jeff had always been a social person.

So why did it bother you so much that he was talking to that girl?

You didn’t know, truth be told. You just knew it bothered you, a lot. So much so that your friends conversation seemed to drown to the back of your head as you stood there, leaning against your locker with your arms crossed across your chest, just watching him. The girl was laughing, quite obnoxiously you personally thought, softly setting her hand on his shoulder while he grinned back at her.

And it bothered you. Made this pit of practically nothing grow in your chest that you couldn’t explain, but you knew you hated it. Yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. You realized, somewhere along the way. you wanted that girl to be you. It only felt right when Jeff was by your side, and the odd moments when he wasn’t, seemed to be bothering you more and more lately.

Were you starting to have feelings for him?

No, that was ridiculous. Of course you weren’t starting to have feelings for Jeff. He was your childhood friend, a boy you’d known longer than anyone else besides your family. He practically was family.

And even if the two of you occasionally hung out in ways normal friends never did, there had never been anything more than friendship between the two of you. Well, friendship with a few benefits. But that was besides the point. Jeff was Jeff, your childhood and best friend, so of course you weren’t started to have feelings for him.

Really, if you had any attraction for him at all, it was nothing but pure physical attraction. Because even you couldn’t deny that he had a winning smile.

“She’s looking at Jeff again.”

“You mean staring.”

“And she says she doesn’t like him.”

Blinking, your friends words seem to echo back in your mind at that. You turn to them, wide eyes as they practically laugh their asses off at your stunned expression.

“What?”

“Oh come on,” Sheri grins, shaking her head over at you. “You cannot tell me that there isn’t a small part of you that thinks Jeff is hot.”

“Totally,” Jess agrees adamantly, “even I have to admit he’s easy on the eyes.”

Glancing back at Jeff briefly, meeting his eyes for just a second but a second long enough for him to grin back at you, you roll your eyes at your friends. “I’ve never said he wasn’t hot,” you shrug, turning to shut your locker. “But my feelings for him are nothing more than pure physical attraction. Besides, we work well as friends. Always have.”

“But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t work well as a couple,” Sheri reminds, raising a brow your way.

Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not happening Sheri.”

“But you guys would be so cute!”

Secretly, you agree. You and Jeff would be cute together, and it isn’t like you to don’t already act like a married couple. But... it just couldn’t happen.

“We’re just friends Jess. That’s all.”

“Who’s just friends?”

You jump, turning with surprise to find Jeff walking towards you. He falls to a step next to your side, shoulder bumping against your own softly as his gaze remains on your own for a moment before turning to Jess and Sheri.

“You and Y/N apparently,” Sheri smirks causing you to sigh.

“They seem to believe we’d be better as a couple,” you explain to Jeff, turning to him with a shake of your head.

“We would,” Jeff says bluntly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly but making the entire world stop before you. Your eyes widen, lips parting and you can barely focus on the loud squeal that leaves both Jessica’s and Sheri’s lips as you stare back at Jeff in absolutely bewilderment.

“See!” Jess exclaims, “I told you!”

“We already act like a married couple,” Jeff reminds you once he notices the look you’re sending his way. “And besides, it’s not like we haven’t taken that step.”

Cheeks flushing slightly, you turn away, tucking your chin in.

“Oh, look, Y/N’s embarrassed.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, okay,” Sheri says finally, grabbing Jessica by the shoulders and gently guiding her forwards. “Come on. We better go.” Then, before the two walk off completely, she smiles back at the two of you. “See you at the party tonight?”

Jeff replies with a yeah while you nod shortly, watching them walk off.

“I was only joking, you know that right?”

And just like that, you can feel your heart shatter.

Jesus, what was happening to you?

With parted lips, you turn to Jeff who smiles down at you, nodding his eyes. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything,” he says sincerely, “I just thought i’d play along.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and feigning a smile. “Of course,” you assure, “anyways, I better get to class. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jeff catches your arm before you can walk off.

“You okay?”

“Yup,” you nod without hesitance, lying through your teeth, “always.”

-

With a shake of your head, you lean back, curling into the touch of the boy behind you, practically grinding on him.

In your intoxicated mind, it doesn’t even register to you that you don’t even know the boy you’re currently grinding on. You don’t know his name or if you’ve ever even seen him before. But, you’re too gone to actually care. With a bottle still held tightly in your hands, you let your body sway to the beat of the music without a care in the world.

Going to that party after school had benefited you more than you originally thought it would. After that conversation with Jeff that day, you decided to just drink away your problems and feelings for the boy. Even if you knew you’d regret it the next morning and that it probably wouldn’t solve your problems forever, if it made it all disappear for one night then that was enough.

Because the truth was, even if you shouldn’t, you had harboured feelings for Jeff over the years. You’re not exactly sure when it all started, you just know that for a long time, Jeff hasn’t just been your best friend in your eyes. Deep down, even if you’d refused to believe it, he’d always been more to you and you had always hoped that you could become more.

Hearing Jeff out-rightly that the two of you would never be more and he actually had the audacity to joke about it, definitely gave you a wake up call. A wake up call that all but crushed your heart and led to your drinking your problems away a few hours later. Grinding up against a boy you didn’t know nor had you ever talked to. Something of which, in a sober state, you would’ve never done.

You feel the boy behind you slide of his hands lower on your ass, gripping it slightly as you let out a sultry giggle.

Leaning your head back, you let it fall against his chest, glancing up at him from there. The boy smirks down at you, moving to grip your hips tightly, swaying with you to the music.

However, the moment doesn’t last long. Before you know it, a hand is gripping your wrist, tugging you forward without warning. You practically stumble into the person, a gasp leaving your lips before you raise your chin to see that it’s Jeff. It causes you to blink in surprise, not expecting to have seen him. And, in that moment, he’s the last person you want to see.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Ripping your wrist from his grip, you scoff up at Jeff, stumbling back over to the boy. “Go away,” you mumble, your words slur as you fall against the boy who catches you awkwardly. It seemed Jeff’s interruption had helped sober him up quite a bit, that or the nasty glare Jeff was sending his way. And he wasn’t exactly sure if he should return your lasting embrace or walk away. “I’m having fun.”

Jeff takes a step towards you, briefly glancing at the boy before turning back to you. “Yeah, a little bit too much.” He hisses, before returning his focus back to the boy. “I’ve got her now.”

The boy simply nods, detangling himself from you and ignoring your whines of disagreement as he disappears in the crowd. The moment he’s gone, you turn to Jeff with narrowed eyes and your lips left agape in surprise. “What the hell Jeff!” You practically screech, “what’s your problem.”

“What’s my problem?” Jeff repeats incredulously, shaking his head down at you. “What the hell are you doing grinding up on a boy you barely know? And how much have you had to drink?”

Jeff rips the bottle of vodka from your hands hastily, causing you to scoff.

“Why do you care?” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn yourself away from him, pouting like a child. “It’s not like i’m your girlfriend or anything,” you hiss, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why should you care if i’m grinding up on some stupid boy?”

Jeff doesn’t respond, but you’re too angry to care. His lips part as the realization settles in and shoulders falling, Jeff shakes his head. “That’s what this is all about,” he mumbles, too quiet for you to actually hear. Then, glancing at the back of your head, Jeff takes a step forward. “I care because I don’t want you grinding up on some random boy?”

“Why?”

Jeff doesn’t response, instead, hesitating for just a minute, he takes a step forward. His hands are suddenly cupping your cheeks, taking you by surprise as he presses his lips against your own firmly. His eyes fall shut as your own widen, and for a moment you just stand there, dumbfounded. But then, you ease into his grip, returning the kiss as your arms move to curl around his neck, pulling his closer.

And you realize it’s everything you’ve been waiting for.

When you pull back, you’re both out of breath. He leans his forehead against your own and in the midst of the crowd, he’s all you can focus on.

“I thought you said you were joking,” you whisper, breathless as you blink, flickering your gaze to meet his own.

And then Jeff grins, his thumbs stroking across your cheek as he shakes his head.

“I was telling the truth.”

-

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13 reasons why masterlist

✰menu✰ cakes: one-shot macaroons: blurb/drabble or imagine with less than 1,000 cupcakes: headcanons baguette: preferences pies: chapter or series

✰ — cakes:

“i’ll never leave you” | zach dempsey x plus size! fem reader

“i’m happy when i’m with you” | cyrus x fem! reader

“i’m here for you” | clay jensen x fem! reader

“high” | scott reed x fem! reader

“accident” | zach dempsey x davina jensen (oc)

“my knight in shining armor” | clay jensen x fem! reader

“the name” | zach dempsey x adeline foster (oc)

“get away from her” | zach dempsey x fem! reader

✰ — macaroons:

“it has to get better” | clay jensen x fem! reader

“brother’s help” | jeff atkins x fem! reader

“who to choose?” | cyrus x fem! reader x tyler down (some platonic)

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Can you do "there is someone I want you to meet" and " are you wearing my shirt" with Jeff Atkins

“Y/N, baby, c’mon wake up!” Jeff spoke as he not so gently shook your sleeping body.

You groaned as you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend’s smiling face which kind of lessened your grumpy mood.

Kind of.

Sitting up, you yawned, “There better be a good reason as to why you’re waking me up at,” You took a second to look at your phone, “11 in the morning on a Saturday.”

The smile on Jeff’s face never faltered as he turned around to dig through his gym bag, “There is someone I want you to meet,”

Your confusion was soon settled as Jeff turned back to you with a white kitten cradled in his arms.

You stared in awe as the animal squirmed around in his arms, “Oh my god let me hold it,”

“Wait, is that my shirt?” He asked as you reached for the kitten.

Nodding, you smiled down at the animal as it began nibbling on your fingers. You were so preoccupied with the kitten that you didn’t see Jeff pull out his phone till you heard the unmistakable click of the camera.

“Babe no!” You whined but he was already typing away.

“I gotta show off my girl and our new baby on snapchat,” He smirked.

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Can you write an imagine where you and Justin Foley have a movie night?

A/N: I’m so excited, this is my first ask! The beginning is quite angsty but within the course of the story it ends up being fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

It’d be nice if you let me know if you liked it :) 

Nothing else, enjoy!! 

“Mom please! I love you. I’m just trying to make you realise-”

“Shut the fuck up, you nasty bastard! Don’t you see you’re the one unwanted here? Even your mother despises you. C’mon babe, tell him”

Justin clenched his fists, trying to avoid the appetising temptation of leaving purple marks all over the hideous surface of the man’s face, as a reminder of how much he hated him. If he hadn’t beaten him already it was because he had the weak hope his mother would realise the piece of shit he really was, and if that meant ending up beaten up he would go through it all without any remorse.

Ignoring his teasing, he faced the miserable woman in front of him, eyes in the verge of tears and hopes lit up she would stand for him.

“Mommy…“

“You have school tomorrow, you should go to bed…”

That was all she said.

It was sad. It was sad deep in Justin’s heart it didn’t surprise him the fact that the woman who had given him life and was supposed to be always by his side, chose a stranger over him.

The first time she proved him how important he actually was to her, he buried himself into the covers and cried to sleep, refusing to believe the person who used to be his guardian angel, gradually changed her mind and gave it all to a man she had only known for a few months.

Eventually that sadness grew into a bitterness that was only calmed down with alcohol and visits to Bryce’s house, where hours of oblivion awaited him.

However, that wasn’t enough. The aftermath was even worse: he would always wake up to the realisation he was alone, not only physically at that moment but also during the whole course of his life. And not even all the alcohol in the world could fix that.

No one loved him.

That was until you came into his life.

The first thing he did the moment he left the hopeless scenario was searching for his phone. He needed to hear the voice of his only source of happiness and optimism towards the future. Whenever everything went wrong, spending time with you or even just sharing ‘I love you’s, through your late night telephonic conversations made him believe everything would be alright.

Following four tones without answer he understood you were already sleeping, after all, it was late. He was about to hang up when your voice filtered through the speaker.

“Justin?” He regretted having called immediately, interpreting the surprise in your voice as drowsiness. “Babe, did I wake you up? Sorry I was… I just… I just wanted to wish you a good night” he said, failing in his attempt of concealing the sadness in his voice.

You knew without any doubt that wasn’t the sole purpose of his call. After almost a year of going with him through thick and thin, you realised his alleged senseless calls were very far from being that. Tears and a cracking voice weren’t necessary anymore. Sometimes he just wanted to forget everything and fall deep in the sweet refugee you always offered him.

This was one of those times.

After a silence that felt like ages to him, you asked “Baby, do you wanna come over and stay for the night?”

He let out a silent sigh and a few tears rolled down his face through the curvature of his cheekbones. Sometimes the situation was greater than him, and he couldn’t cope with it alone. You knew him as much or even more than he knew himself and always managed to help him get over it.

“Really?” “Of course, my love. My parents are away for a week. We could cuddle and have a movie night. Whatever helps you the most” As your soft voice pronounced those words he asked the world what had he done to deserve such a kind soul.

“Thank you, thank you so much”

***

Justin didn’t take long to get to your house. You found his downcast figure at the other side of the threshold, beginn madly, without the use of words, any display of affection.

“Hi…” You couldn’t bare the sight in front of your eyes. You tugged his arm towards you and captured him in a tight embrace, his face landing on the crook of your neck. The long sigh that went out of his nostrils invaded the room, saying nothing and everything at the same time.

“I love you so much Y/N” He said, pulling away to cup the sides of you face and bring his lips into contact with yours, moving in a slow and gentle manner. “I love you too baby. Do you want to talk about it?” “No, just… let’s pretend nothing’s happened. I just want to forget about it and have a nice night with you” You nodded looking straight at his ocean blue eyes. In a swift motion he managed to fuse your bodies again in a tight hug.

***

You were already sat on your bed, laptop settled on your lap, searching for ‘Toy Story’, Justin’s favourite movie. Deep in that smug outside he showed around his jock friends, there was a really sweet and pure creature.

He stood right beside you, taking off his clothes and ending up just in a piece of black boxers. Believing he wasn’t looking, you took a peek of the nice sight of his naked torso.

 You felt your cheeks burn when he said “Like what you see, huh?” With a smirk he moved the laptop aside and hovered you, tickling your sides. “Just- Justin stop!” 

Your loud giggles combined with his made the situation one of those worth keeping dearly in memory. “I’ll stop when you tell me what had you paying so much attention to my stunning body” You squirmed under his touch “Okay, you want me to tell you?” “Yeah” he breathed out. Teasingly you travelled your hand from the tattoo settled on his collarbone all the way down to the hem of the unique piece of clothing covering him. The volume of his laughs lowered when you reached that spot. “This had me paying so much attention” 

He wasn’t expecting your next movement, and let out a high pitched “Ouch!” when you tugged at the trail of little hairs that disappeared right where the piece of fabric began. You burst out in laughter when he immediately pulled away and landed beside you “You’re naughty!” He pouted, trying to stop his chuckles from joining yours “That hurted” “That’s what happens when you try to play with me, baby boy” You patted at his bum for him to lift it up so you could unfold the sheets and cover with them “C’mon let me make it up to you cuddling, is that okay?” He gave you a fake reluctant look, before giving in and breaking the tiny space that separated your bodies, legs tangled and his head resting on your chest.

“Shit, I forgot to get some snacks. I’ll be right back” He said, motioning to get out of the bed. You were fast to stop him “It isn’t necessary. I’ve got some sweets in the drawer”

As he searched for them he found two movie tickets with the title of the movie you both watched at the Crestmont on your very first date. He brushed carefully its surface and smiled to himself.

“Baby, do you really keep candies in your nightstand?”

“That’s the drawer where I keep my dearest things” you said with a wink. That only made the joyful feeling at his chest increase. 

“What are you grinning at?”

“Nothing, I just love you so much”

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♡ remus lupin x (hufflepuff)reader.

— Butterfingers [🍄🦋🌿]

All the Marauders would say that you are a truly honest person; However, they don't expect you to announce you're in love with one of them as if you're discussing the weather.

☁︎ in writing stage.

♡ fred weasley x (hufflepuff)reader.

— Trouble, Probably [🍄🦋]

Being partners in crime with the Weasley twins has been nothing short of ideal — Until a prank goes awry and you discover your menacing heritage as a Lestrange. Despite the news, it also unravels the history of your adoptive parents, and how their adolescent romance mirrors your friendship with Fred Weasley.

note: In relation to "Butterfingers", so I reccomend reading through that before this so you have the whole experience.

☁︎ in writing stage.

♡ sirius black x (ravenclaw)reader.

— Birdbrain [🍄🦋🌿]

As eccentric as Xenophilius Lovegood, you find sanctum in a tight-knit group of troublemakers after your owl, Frog, dies during a thunderstorm. The next day, a toad is found at your bedside with a note declaring your giftgiver was no other than Sirius Black; And your toad's name is Peabody.

☁︎ in writing stage.

✘𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘞𝘏𝘠✘

♡ zach dempsey/jeff atkins x reader.

— The Art Of Forgiveness [🌿🍄]

A year after the tragic death of your boyfriend, Jeff Atkins, your school counselor assigns each person who was close with him a "grieving partner"; In your case, you get Zach Dempsey, who is determined to show you all the ways life is worth living.

☁︎ in writing stage.

✘𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘚✘

♡ spencer reid x reader.

— Retrouvailles [🍄🦋]

You're the BAU's favorite snowflake, as says Derek Morgan— Your caring, sensitive nature being the inspiration for such a role. Even with his teasing, you're more than happy to be a mediator for everyone as well as the optimist; Especially when Reid is involved.

☁︎ in writing stage.

✘𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙✘

❝ [ OUTER BANKS ] ❞

♡ jj maybanks x reader.

— Too Young To Burn [🍄🌿]

After your (final) breakup with JJ, the two of you argue like cats and dogs, with tensions rising; The rest of the Pogues are caught in the middle more often than not, and matters worsen when you all discover a boat after a storm.

☁︎ in writing stage.

❝ [ REIGN ] ❞

♡ sebastian de poitiers x reader.

— Paralian [🍄]

Having been declared "Queen of the Caribbean" upon your sixth birthday, you were born into a pirate's life of high seas and deception. Your crew, the Night Monkeys, were infamous for their influence and power among fellow buccaneers, and they had much control over the waters across the world. However, when there is news of disruption for the crew, they send you to France to make nice with the French Court in order to win their favor, and in addition, back their territories.

☁︎ in writing stage.

❝ [ ANNE WITH AN 'E' ] ❞

♡ gilbert blythe x reader.

— March Comes In Like A Lion [🍄🌿🦋]

It's easy being the messenger between the boys and girls of the Avonlea school and Gilbert Blythe's naive best friend until Anne Shirley arrives; She marches in clad with a fiery red mane and a toothy grin. You've always felt you had a place among your classmates as the dreamer and storyteller, but suddenly you're not sure where you belongs anymore.

☁︎ in writing stage.

Please do not plagiarize any of my work or repost it, and I don't allow translations of any kind. Enjoy! Requests are always open.

Thank you! 💓

[jeff-better]

Mother's day// jeff drabble :01

A/N: a long ass drabble. happy mothers day lovelies!!xx btw, ‘Late Late Menu’ and ‘Trinity II’ will be up soon. they should be up by Thursday May 18th. this is kinda edited btw.

Summary: what would mothers day be without food and gifts?

“Y/N!! Hurry the fuck up!” your sister yelled at you through the door as you finished your brows. you rolled your eyes and smacked your lips together once more before ruffling your hair and opening the door.

she stood there with her hair braided into two french braids, her makeup was mostly done besides her eyes and she wore a short yellow flowing sundress with brown gladiator shoes and her nails were painted yellow.

“why, don’t you look cute.” you smiled at her and her demeanor changed from upset to cocky in seconds. she put her hand on her hip and smiled.

“why, thank you. and you look beautiful.” you were wearing a blue long strapless jumper with blue wedge heels. your hair was down and you let it do its own thing today which happened to look great for once. for your makeup, you went mostly natural. a blushed cheek with highlight, feathered brows, on your lips you were wearing nude lipgloss that luckily wasn’t sticky.

“oh, well i try.” you flipped your hair. “do you need my eyeshadow kit or something?” you pointed towards your Kylie Bonze Kit and your sister nodded. after handing it to her, she kissed your cheek and left after saying “don’t give jeff a boner in that outfit.” which caused you to roll your eyes but smiled even wider.

today, jeff and you were going to hang out at your parents house for a while and eat some of your dads BBQ chicken and your moms macaroni before going to jeffs parents house and eating some of the best Mexican food ever. honestly, jeffs parents were the best cooks to exist.

then you were probably going to end up spending the night at jeffs considering your sister had her girlfriend over for the night and you didn’t feel like hearing them fangirl over bands (a/n: basically me)

as you walked out of your bathroom and grabbed your phone for the first time that day, you saw a couple notifications from jeff. the first being a snapchat notification which you checked quickly.

it was a picture of jeff and his mom standing in his kitchen. he was kissing her cheek and she was smiling wide. then, he sent a video of his mom standing over the stove cooking and he says “La comida huele a la buena mamá”

in response, you sent a mirror pic of your outfit with ‘😍’ as the caption even if you didn’t understand what he said. next, you checked the messages and saw there were two from jeff and one from hannah. hannah’s said 'Happy Mother’s day mom😘😘’ you giggled and sent back 'thanks daughter. tell my son-in-law that i said he should come visit me’

and jeff sent a picture of him and a brown and white dog. he was smiling down at it as he held it in his hands. you 'awwed’ out loud and sent heart eyes. asking who’s dog it is and then closing your phone.

finally, you walked out of your room and downstairs. instantly smelling your dads chicken and your moms rice. you heard laughter, coming from some extra voices along with the TV playing a episode of Family Guy. because jeff and hannah sent those messages about an hour ago it wasn’t a surprise that they were already at your house.

right when your wedge hit the floor, you heard a bark and you were speed walking into the living room. “well look who decided to show?” hannah baker sat on the couch beside clay jensen. your mom was sitting on the floor with a mug in hand, you sister beside her and jeff was sat on the other couch.

“oh hush.” you rolled your eyes and walked over to jeff. placing a kiss to his lips before sitting beside him. “what’d i miss?” you weren’t going to question the bark you heard, maybe you were just hearing things so you let it go.

“mrs. y/m/n was telling us stories about younger you.” clay spoke up and you gasped at your mother. “and yes, they were the embarrassing ones.” he chuckled and you narrowed your eyes at your mom.

“wow mom. i should just keep your gift for myself.” your sarcastically said and laid your head on jeffs shoulder, inhaling his scent discreetly.

“speaking of. maybe we should go get it.” your sister stood to her feet and you did the same, pulling jeff up with you. the three of you walked down the hallway and into the guest room where the box for a Apple Watch sat on the bed.

“you guys got her a Apple Watch?” jeff stood amazed beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist. you nodded and watched your sister grab it.

“hey atkins. are you gonna stand there or are you going to give my sister her gift?” your sister smirked at your confused face and walked into the living room.

“gift? i’m not a mom.” you were surprised. even if you and jeffs anniversary was tomorrow this wasn’t the exact day to give a gift to a non-mother in your opinion.

“well, you are now. follow me young child.” he kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, leading you back into the living room where your mom was putting the black watch onto her wrist. he sat you on the couch and walked off.

“oh. get the camera, hes giving her the gift.” hannah rushed and grabbed her phone as clay instructed her. you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“you guys are like an old married co–” your statement was cut off by 2 loud barks and the sound of jeffs laugh. “babe. you did not??!!” you stood to our feet and turned around as jeff walked around the corner with the same brown and white dog in hand.

“y/n, meet nala. our new child.” you awwed again as jeff sat nala on the ground and she ran over to you. you dropped down onto the ground and picked her up in your hands. she was very tiny and had a lot of energy, which you loved the most.

“ jeffery atkins. i fucking love you so much.” you looked up at him as you held your new baby in hand. jeff smiled and bent down to kiss you lightly.

“language y/n.” your mom yelled and you chuckled. for the next couple of hours, you all played with nala and came to the conclusion that she was a handful and she loved chicken when you all started eating. you and jeff didn’t eat much because you still had one more house to visit.

at around 4 you and jeff left as well as hannah and clay. they went to clays house after some pictures with nala. of course, you took her with you. you couldn’t leave her at home when you just got her.

“hey babe?” you glanced over at jeff since you were driving. it’s been around 15 minutes since you left your house. nala sat in the back of your car and she was very quiet considering the fact that the drive put her to sleep. 

jeff mumbled a response and looked up from his phone. “i love you. you know that right?” he nodded and grabbed your left hand in his.

“i love you too. now let’s eat!” jeff yelled when you pulled up to his house. you parked across the road because you couldn’t find a park it looked like jeffs whole family was over, including all those cousins from puerto rico. “forgot to tell you about my family.” you smiled and shook your head in amusement. 

right when you opened the door, you heard how happy they all sounded and you let the happiness spread throughout you. jeff waved to his family members as he lead you to the kitchen where his mom was standing beside his grandmother. the two looked exactly alike, but jeffs grandmother had a few more wrinkles beside her eyes.

“hey ma.” he gave him mom a kiss on the cheek, doing the same for his grandmother. she smiled wide when she saw you and pulled you in for a huge hug. well, the best she could do with a dog in your hand.

“you look beautiful my darling.” she grinned at you. “me? you’re never aging, i swear. last time i saw you you looked 27 now you look 20. it’s like you’re going backwards.” you replied and hugged jeffs grandmother.

jeffs family were so sweet. you all played games together, you ate the best food to ever exist. they told stories and you told some of your own. it as almost like you were family. and all throughout the night, jeff never left you and neither did nala.

later that night, you and jeff had helped clean and now you were laying in his bed in nothing but his letterman jacket and one of his shirts underneath. you two were watching the secret lives of pets and every time nala saw a dog she would bark excitedly. and when she saw a cat, she would still bark excitedly. 

you and jeff put lots of videos and pictures up on each others snapchat stories. some were of you and jeff with nala, some were of you and jeff watching the movie. 

jeff even posted a video of you dancing for him in a sarcastic way. you were dramatically twerking and every time your shirt would go up and your ass would show he would smirk and yell out a “oooo!!” which caused you to laugh. (he didn’t allow bryce to see that one)

then there were some of you and jeff attempting to train nala. overall, you and jeffs snapchats were parent and relationship goals. now, you were laying beside jeff, nala was on the floor beside the bed and she was soundly sleeping.

“im still so full but i’m in the need for brownies.” you rolled onto your stomach and felt jeffs shirt rise up to expose your butt. you were wearing a simple black lacy thong only because it was the only pair of underwear you had at jeffs house.

jeff started rubbing your butt soothingly which caused you to relax. “wanna go make some?” he proposed and you nodded. you rolled over and allowed jeff to lift you bridal style. he walked you out of his room as nala followed you two.

and you two made brownies. they were chocolate with chocolate chips on top and you ate them with milk. jeff found a recipe online of dog brownies and the two of you even took a late night trip to the store to get the ingredients that were needed and you made her some. 

that was your mother’s day. you became a new mother and jeff became a father. easily the best mothers day ever and the most memorable.

[thejockthenerdthemustang]

6, 60 + whatever number you've been wanting to do with taffy. Gotta be honest i wanna see how you write this lol :)

I’m curious to see how i’m gonna write this too tbh but tbh this is prolly gonna be fucking funny tbh

okay this was fun to write and tbh Jeff’s drunk texts are based on my own Drunk texting shenanigans which are always fun

6 I lost the baby60 You’d be a great dadand for my own choice i have chosen134 was I really that drunk

Clay was woken up in the middle of the night by a string of unreadable drunk texts from Jeff. However there was one readable one.

Sunshine Jock: I LOFT THE BABY

Cute Nerd: What?????

The Mustang: Jeff darling You’re a gay man. The Mustang: You can’t get pregnant.

Sunshine Jock: BUT ISunshine Jock: I SWEF IT HAPN ISunshine Jock: TUMBIG THEN NOTSunshine Jock: SO MUFT BAB THEN NO

The Mustang: Jeff go to sleep your drunk

Cute Nerd: Drink water first though

Sunshine Jock: OKA I SLEP NOWSunshine Jock: AHHSunshine Jock: IM SOSunshine Jock: IM ALEEPIMG NOW

Clay chuckled at the drunk texts Jeff sent and when he was satisfied that Jeff was asleep and not going to send more texts, He too went to sleep.

When Clay woke up at a resonable time in the morning, he found he had some new texts from Jeff and Tony and also surprisingly Alex.

Sunshine Jock: Was I really that drunk?

The Mustang: Oh yes you were

Cute Nerd: The texts kinda prove that you were, Jeff

Sunshine Jock: My head hurts Sunshine Jock: I think my body officially hates me

Cute Nerd: Have some painkillers and water

Clay then went on to check the messages from Alex.

Alex: I got a video of drunk Jeff off of Monty its hilariousAlex: {Attachment 1}

Clay: Omg Thank you

Alex: Youre welcome feel free to tease him about it for ever

The video Alex had sent, showed a very drunk Jeff firstly trying to pole dance, then he started singing Queen at the top of his lungs and finally he ended up running around saying he’s pregnant.

Cute Nerd: {Sent 1 Attachment}Cute Nerd: I think you were extremely drunk Jeff

Sunshine Jock: Oh god who filmed that

The Mustang: HOLY SHIT IM LAUGHING

Cute Nerd: Monty

Sunshine Jock: He’s so dead

The Mustang: I think you’d make a great Dad, Jeff

Sunshine Jock: Oh bite me, Tony

[13-reasons-ideas]

Hey🌸 your blog is my fave I love all the Monty love! Could u do #21 from Drabble Challenge: 1-150 “he’s a bad kisser” I kinda had this idea where she’s excited and getting ready for a date with this guy from school that’s she’s had a crush on, turns out he’s not as great as she thought and calls Monty (her best friend) and vents to him about everything & he’s secretly happy cause he’s always liked her ... let’s just say he shows her what a good kiss feels like😉

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. I had a hard time figuring out the date, because its been... at least 5 years since I went on an actual first date. I hope you like this. I combined a couple of asks because they asked for basically the same thing. I also suck at titles. I hope you like it! 

Bad Date? 

t finally happened. Dillion finally asked me out. Tonight was the night of our first date. I cannot tell you how long I’ve had a crush on him, probably since the seventh grade at least. The first and only person I wanted to tell about my excitement was nowhere to be found. I checked my watch quickly and saw that it was 3:25. Monty would be heading into the locker room to change for baseball practice. If I run there, I could probably catch him. As I looked up from my watch, I caught sight of everyone’s favourite jock. “Jeff. Hey Atkins!” I called out to him. He turned around and saw me.

“Hey flapjack, what’s up?” He asked, using the nickname the boys had given me back in fourth grade, when I snuck them all in on a Saturday morning and made pancakes while we watched cartoons.

“Have you seen Monty?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.

“No, but I can grab him from the locker room for you if you need. Is everything okay?” He asked, mild concern etching his face.

“Yeah. No everything’s great. Would you mind? I’d go in myself but… I don’t need to see that.” I was trying not to bounce at this point. He nodded and motioned for me to follow him. As I waited for him to send Monty out, I heard the boys yelling and generally being idiots.

“Hey de la Cruz, your girl needs to talk to you. I’d hurry before she gives herself an aneurysm or something. She seems pretty eager about whatever it is.” Jeff called through the room. I heard the guys give Monty a playful hard time about it, but they knew that there was nothing romantic between us. Monty popped out of the room and I couldn’t help the brief look to his chiseled abdomen. I said nothing romantic, not that I didn’t appreciate that my best friend is hot.

“What’s up Hailey? Jeff seemed concerned. Are you okay?” He rattled off quickly.

“I’m good Monty. Actually, I’m better than good. I’m great. You’ll never guess what happened?” I sang, beginning to bounce on my heels. He watched me with an amused expression.

“Your parents bought you a new used Civic?” He asked, jokingly. I made a face and rolled my eyes.

“No you goof. Dillion asked me out.” I exclaimed excitedly. He smiled and laughed at my overly excited demeanor.

“That’s great. Need me to come over after practice? It’ll probably get cut short because of the rain.” He offered.

“Sure. He’s not picking me up until 7 so you’ll have time.” He nodded and before he could say anything, Bryce stuck his head out the door.

“Hate to break up the love fest or whatever this is, but we have to go practice Monty.”

“I’m coming. Just a second. I’ll text you when we are done and head over.” Monty said before leaning down and giving me a tight hug.

Monty was right. Practice ended at 4:15, a mere forty-five minutes after it began, so he was currently watching me pull out every item of clothing in my closet. “This one?” I asked, holding up a red sweater. He thought for a moment before shaking his head.  I shook my head and groaned, “I have nothing to wear.” I sank down on the bed beside him and covered my face “I should just cancel. You’ve said no to everything and I can’t very well go naked, can I?”

He chuckled and muttered “I mean, you could. I don’t think Dillion will complain.” I gasped scandalously, grabbed my pillow, and whacked him playfully with it. “Hey! Violence!”

“Oh please. You’re going to tell me about how violence is bad? Coach said if you screw up your full ride hand in another fight, he will skin you.”

Monty laughed heartily and tapped my knee a few times, “okay fine. Come on, get up. We need to find you some clothes to wear Missy.” I groaned again and went back to my closet. “What about that shirt with the flowers and girly shit on it? That’s cute.” I considered it for a moment before shrugging the suggested top on. I turned around and showed him and he gave me a quick thumbs up. Knowing that he isn’t exactly the most fashion forward person known to man-he wears a different variation of the same shirt everyday- I grabbed a pair of 501’s and pulled them on.

As I tackled my hair and makeup, Monty and I caught up for a while. We had both been busy with school and our own activities, so this was the most uninterrupted time we had alone together recently. “So, any big plans for the evening?” I asked casually.

“Not really. Dad is out of town visiting family or whatever, so I’ll probably just have a chill night at home with my mom. She’s trying some new chicken thing tonight, so hopefully I don’t get sick. Remember the slow cooker ‘pork’?”

“You mean the pulled mush? Of course I remember. I still can’t eat pork chops.”

Monty barked out a laugh and shuddered. The sound of a car pulling in the driveway pulled us from our revere. “Oh crap. He’s here. Montgomery, what do I do?”

“Relax. It’ll be fine. Grab a jacket and I’ll go with you to answer the door.”

I took a deep breath and went with Monty to answer the door. He stood next to me, suspiciously close behind me. Dillion knocked a few raps before I opened it. He looked me up and down, taking me in, and smiled smoothly, “Hey Hailey. You look very pretty tonight.” He looked to Monty and his smile faltered for a brief second, “de la Cruz.”

“Sanders.” Monty replied, more coolly than I expected him to.

Finally finding my voice after taking in his blue Billy Reid Henley and tailored jeans, I replied shakily. “Hey Dillion. Thanks, you look good too. You ready?” Thanks? Really? Get it together.

“I’m ready if you are.” He replied, helping me into my coat.

I blushed slightly but caught Monty roll his eyes. What crawled up his ass? Turning to him I addressed Monty and gave him a quick hug, “Feel free to stay as long as you want. Just make sure you set the alarm before you go. I’ll call you tonight.”

In the shiny black BMW on the way to Rosie’s, Dillion was a perfect gentleman. He let me pick the music and we chatted casually, more of his attention understandably on the road than on me. That would be a hell of a first date. When we arrived, he opened my door and helped me out of the car. He even gave me his arm as we walked in. This is great.

When we were seated, things started to change. In the car, his divided attention could be explained away with driving. When sitting across from each other at dinner on the other hand, it was a little harder to explain. He was polite to the waitress at the door at least. When we sat down there was a period of awkward silence. The people around us chatted freely while we just sat. Dillion plucked a piece of thread from his sleeve and I inspected the hem of my top. Finally, the waitress arrived. “Good evening, my name’s Riley, what can I get for you?”

“A chocolate-“

“A cherry-“ we started together.

“Sorry. You first.” Dillion acquiesced with a wave of his hand, as though he was doing me a favour. I smiled at him before ordering.

“May I get a cherry chocolate shake please?”

“Sure thing. Yourself?” Riley replied, marking my order on her well used notepad.

“May I get a chocolate shake please Riley?” Dillion asked, giving her a flirty smirk. Seriously? I’m sitting right here. I pretended not to notice and after another moment or two we were able to start a conversation of sorts.

“So Hailey, you’re quite a hard girl to track down. It took me weeks to track you down in our little town to ask you out.” Dillion started suavely.

I blushed before deciding to play coy, “I’m a busy girl Dillion, lots going on, you know?”

“Yeah, I noticed.” He chuckled. “Most of my issue was getting you away from your friends, so I could ask you privately.”

“Well, you could of asked to talk privately. They wouldn’t have minded.” I was growing confused and concerned with his comments.

“Your bodyguard would have been okay with it?” He asked before muttering under his breath, “sure.”

I was taken aback by his comment about Monty but after considering it for a moment, let it slide. If it were me in his place, I probably would be scared shitless too. Before I could think of a response, Riley arrived with our milkshakes. “Here you go guys. What can I getcha?” I motioned to Dillion to order first.

“I’ll get a bacon cheeseburger.”

“And I’ll have a club sandwich with a soup please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

After she left to put our orders in, in an attempt to salvage the conversation, I decided to ask Dillion about himself. “Tell me about yourself? We’ve never really talked about non-school related things.”

He immediately perked up and grinned, “well, where do I start? Oh, I know. My hobbies consist of being awesome and being a badass. To preface, my friends and I are idiots when we get together.” I felt my eyes widen slightly before smoothing my face. “This one night, Marshall, a few of our buddies, and I ‘borrowed’ his dad’s truck and took it for a spin in Mr. Johnston’s field.”

“Oh, coo-” I started.

“He has no cameras. Probably not the smartest idea on his part. Anyway, Jacob-he goes to Hillcrest, private school boy- cracked a beer in the box as Marshall had the brilliant idea to floor it. Beer went everywhere. All over Jacob, the back window, the box, and the field. I opened my beer before getting in the truck.”

“Ah, of course.” I nodded along, trying to fain interest.

“A few beers in, we decided to switch drivers. I took charge and did a few doughnuts, no big deal. By the end of the night the field was messed up. Would show you pictures, but we weren’t dumb enough to take them. Not illegal if you don’t get caught, am I right?”

“I-I guess?”

“I’m right. But enough about me, how was the bio test last week?”

“It was okay, some of the questions were dumb. The vitamin K question gave me some trouble.”

“Oh yeah, totally. I barely got a C- on it. How’d you do?” he bragged, as though it was an accomplishment. Fuck this guy is annoying.

I blinked before answering dryly, “I got an A- that had to be adjusted to an A because the scantron machine screwed up.” Dillion blinked at me clearly at a loss for words and thankfully, Riley came with our food. Bless her and her timing.

We ate our food quietly, or at least, more quietly than before. Dillion was still regaling me with stories of his shenanigans and ‘not illegal because we didn’t get caught’ antics with his friends. I was counting down the bites until I would be done my sandwich and we could leave. After we had finished and gotten the bill, he pulled out his wallet before I had time to even think about grabbing my purse. Huh. He’s paying without discussion. Maybe he’s trying to make up for talking my ear off. He offered me his hand to help me up and, after helping me into my jacket again, held it as we walked back to the car. Maybe he’s just awkward on dates. Maybe I’m judging him too harshly.

The ride back to my place was quiet, thankfully. I tried to keep a smile on my face, even though I wanted to do nothing more than make my feelings known. Just have to get to the house. Then I can be done with this. Drama class is coming in really handy now. As we pulled up to my house and parked, Dillion cut the engine and undid his seatbelt. I plastered a big smile on my face and once again, tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. At least he’s walking me to the door. That’s a plus, right? He came around and opened my door for me, pulling me from my thoughts. Taking my hand, he led me to the door and we stood on the step for a moment looking into each other’s eyes. He is very pretty. “I had a really great time tonight Hailey.” Dillion said. He brushed a strand of hair that fell back behind my ear. “And I know I said it already, but you look beautiful tonight.”

My eyes softened as I again, thought of how sweet and charming he could be. My smile became less forced and I relaxed. I didn’t want to lie to him, so I just nodded, playing it off as being shy. Under the soft light of my front porch and the spotlight of the full moon, he leaned in slightly. I let out a quiet breath when his hand fell naturally on my hip, to pull me closer. This is it. He’s going to kiss me. He closed his eyes and I closed mine. My hands rested comfortably on his shoulders and I felt his lips touch mine and it felt… wet. Not ‘used a gel lip balm wet’. Not ‘just had a drink and there’s liquid left on my lips’ wet. It was saliva. Oh. My. God. He pulled me closer still and I could swear I felt… god no. teeth. This is terrible. Trying not to pull away too quickly, I managed to smoothly detach myself from him. I cleared my throat and tried to make it look like I was catching my breath. “W-wow.” I stuttered. I stepped away and tried to keep my expression relaxed. I turned and backed against the door, reaching for the handle. Dillion smiled at me again before checking his watch.

“It’s getting late, I should probably head home. I had fun tonight.”

“Uh, yeah. Me too. Drive safe. See you at school.” I said, blinking a few times to confirm I was in fact, awake and this wasn’t some alternate universe or nightmare.

I turned to unlock the door and he was driving away before I was even had my key in the lock. Leaning back against the door I tried to catch my breath and digest what a disaster tonight had turned into. I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch to call Montgomery. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey Hales. How’d it go?”

“Uuuuuggggghhhhhh.” I groaned in response.

“That bad? What happened?” his voice took on a concerned tone.

“Where do I begin? Let’s see. The drive over was nice. But when we got to the restaurant everything changed. He was polite to the waitress which is good. But he just… talked the whole time. About himself. I barely got a word in edgewise. And he was so arrogant.”

“Ouch, that bites. I’m sorry Hailey.”

“That’s not even the worst part. There’s more. So, he was an arrogant prick at dinner and I think I said a total of twenty words the whole time. When we got back to my place, he walked me to the door.”

“As he should have.” Monty interjected.

“I mean yes. It was what happened after we got to the door that’s the problem.”

“I’m listening.”

“He kissed me.” I groaned.

“Did you want him to kiss you?” His voice had an edge to it I didn’t like.

“Yeah I guess? I really didn’t think that it could be that bad. It’s not like he kissed me when I told him no or anything, so chill.”

“Oh. Well that’s good. How bad could it have been Hales?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“Define bad exactly?”

“It was wet Monty. To be more specific it felt wet, sloppy, and when he pulled me closer, toothy. And it’s not like he has an overbite and can’t help the teeth, at least then you can’t really blame the guy.” I heard Monty stifle a laugh on the other end of the line. “Go ahead, you can laugh.” He burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh along.

“I-I’m so-sorry. I shouldn’t-” he choked out between laughs. Pausing to catch his breath he continued, “I shouldn’t laugh. That’s really not good.”

“Not good? Monty its bad. Worse than just bad. It’s very bad.”

Monty sighed after another moment. “I’m sorry you had such a shit date. Your mom still in Vermont?”

“Yeah, she’ll be back Saturday. Why?”

“I tell you what. I’ll come over and try to make up for the horrible evening you had to endure. I’m free the rest of the night so I can stay over. You, me, popcorn, two-liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Throw in Mike & Ikes and Hot Tamales and you’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll make the popcorn this time though. I for one don’t like snacking on charcoal.”

Monty chuckled, “It was ONE time. You drive a hard bargain but sure. You’re still not a fuckin’ child though.”

“Yeah yeah, you love me. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“You know it.” He said and I could hear the smile in his voice before he hung up.

I knew he would have to stop at Blue Spot for the Dr. Pepper at this time of night so I could hold off on the popcorn for now. I decided to get out of the uncomfortable clothes I wore on my date and put on something more homely. I quickly changed into one of Monty’s old gym shirts I stole from his drawer and a pair of bike shorts. The shirt was so big on me it hit me mid-thigh. I took off my makeup and brushed my hair out before heading down to put the popcorn on the stove and pick out a movie.

I was just taking the popcorn off the burner when Monty knocked on the door. “One second!” I called. I ran to open the door and Monty stood with his arms full. He looked alluring in the moonlight. The light pulling the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes out. I welcomed him inside and he placed our various snacks and drinks on the coffee table while I grabbed the popcorn. When I reached for the bowl, his shirt rode up and I felt his eyes on my ass. Oh boys. “Enjoying the view?” I flirted playfully. He coughed, caught off guard by my comment and tried to recover.

“Nah, I’m admiring my shirt. I wondered where it disappeared to. Looks good on you though.” he flirted back.

“Uh-huh. Here, come get the butter and cups. I’ve got the popcorn.” I sauntered back to the couch and pulled the blanket over my legs. Monty took his usual spot beside me and I cuddled close to him as I got comfortable. Holding the popcorn in my lap, I grabbed the remote and hit play on Christopher Robin. We settled in for a quiet evening.

By the time we got halfway through the movie, the pop had been half finished, the candy was more on the floor and couch than in our mouths, and the popcorn had been long forgotten. I had spent most of the movie thinking about the failure of the date I had and watching Monty’s facial expressions at the film, even though we had seen it many times before. I thought about feelings I had either ignored or pushed away and about comments the two of us had shared that could be construed as something more than simply two friends joking around. I sat up suddenly, startling Monty slightly.

“Hey Monty?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah Hailey?” he asked, still mostly focused on the movie.

“Do… is… what’s happening here?”

“Uh… we are watching a movie?” His attention turning to me.

“No. Well, technically yes. But that’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not following.”

I sighed, grabbed the remote and pressed pause, and continued even though every fibre of my being was telling me not to, that I had to be reading everything wrong. “It’s just, when I told you about Dillion at school you seemed really detached. And you said no to literally every option when I was asking about clothes. It wasn’t until I looked upset about cancelling that you made a suggestion. And then when he picked me up, you were really quiet and cold towards him. And I get that the date was a literal burning shit pile, but you seemed almost… glad that it went badly. Like you were happy we wouldn’t be going on another date.”

“I… uh.” He was at a loss for words.

“I’ve heard Scott and Jeff talk. I’ve heard the other guys comment on stuff we say to each other. I just...” I was being to lose my nerve. “Actually you know what? Just... just forget it. Forget I said anything. I’m going to go get a glass of water.” I stood up and started to walk to the kitchen. I could hear Monty stand up and walk towards me but I refused to turn around. I felt his hand grab my arm gently and turn me around.

“Hailey.”

“Hmm?” I still couldn’t look at him.

“You’re right.”

“I’m right? About what?”

“I was happy your date went bad. Not that you were upset or that you didn’t enjoy yourself. I was happy that there wouldn’t be a second date. That I wouldn’t have to...”

“Have to what? Share me?” I turned to look at him now. “I wouldn’t stop being your friend if I had a boyfriend Monty.”

“Well I would hope not. Who else would keep me in check Hales? Scotty could try but it’s not like he could hold me back. And he doesn’t seem like type to hug another dude unless someone died or some shit. And Bryce, well who knows what he’d do.” He paused to take a breath, as though he was gathering some of that tiger courage the boys always talk about. “But that’s not the point. I don’t want to have to watch you be with someone else. Someone who isn’t....”

“Isn’t what Montgomery?” I asked, not daring to breathe too much. This couldn’t be real. I have to have fallen asleep. He looked at me and all the things I had ignored or pushed away came to the forefront of my mind. The way the dim kitchen light illuminated his face and caught the freckles faintly scattered across his face, made him look almost angelic. He’s going to kiss me.

“Someone that isn’t me.” He said before he pulled me in, placed his hand on my hip, leaned in, and kissed me in one quick smooth motion. For the second time that night, my hands found themselves resting against firm shoulders, more confidently this time. This time though, it wasn’t wet, or sloppy, and there were no teeth. When he pulled me closer, he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking permission for entrance. When I granted it, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and lifted me onto the counter so I could wrap my arms around his neck more easily. When we pulled away, I smiled and then I had a thought. “So…”

“Yes?”

“Does this mean I get to keep the shirt?” I asked cheekily.

Monty laughed wholeheartedly. “Yeah, yeah I guess it does. I was serious, it looks better on you than me.” He helped me down and we walked back to the couch holding hands.

[pandaexpress-tae]

Christmas

A/N: So guys don’t get me wrong, I LOVE cinnamon roll!Jeff but like last night I couldn’t help but imagine Badboy!Jeff. And I’m like always in a Christmas mood and i felt like I’d forget this by Christmas so just think of it as Christmas came early. Oh and let me know if you want to be tagged

Warnings: Badboy!Jeff, FLUFF

badboy!Jeff would have a soft side reserved only for you because you helped him with math after school and were always so nice to him despite all the rumors around school. so one day he goes out and buys you a gift for Christmas and on Christmas eve he goes over to your house in the freezing cold and lays a small package on your doorstep and rings the doorbell and then runs away as fast as his numb legs would let him and you’d look around outside before seeing the sloppily wrapped gift with your name scribbled in a boy’s writing and take it inside. you slowly unwrap it to see that someone had bought you a beautiful black dress with a little note attached that said “meet me tomorrow night at that nice restaurant near the school? x Jeff”

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[justauthoring]

Not Even Tired [J.A.]

Request: Can I request a Jeff Atkins X reader, where Y/N gets drunk (happy/giggly drunk) at a party and he takes her home and looks after her and it’s all cute and fluffy please. I adore your writing and you’re super talented xx

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 636

“I’m fine, seriously! I’m not even tired!”

Jeff chuckles at your words, rolling his eyes lightly as you pout up at him. With his hands settled comfortably on your hips, Jeff purses his lips, as if questioning if you really believed the words you spoke. 

While you may be fine in some aspects, you were certainly drunk. Your heavy lidded and glossy eyes, the way your words slurred and the giggles that continuously poured past your lips were enough to inform Jeff of that fact. You could barely stand up right on your own, as well, using Jeff’s body as a leaning post as you blinked up at him with a small giggle.

“Jeff,” you whine, letting his name roll off the tip of your tongue for a moment longer then necessary. “I’m having fun, what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jeff assures, shifting you in his grasp so his arm is wrapped around your waist. You let your head fall against his shoulder, your lips still pursed into a small pout as Jeff lets his eyes wander across the crowd, trying to find a route outside. “It’s just you can barely stand without tripping over your own two feet,” he explains, raising a brow your way before taking a step forward. “So, i’m taking you home.”

“Does that mean I get cuddles?”

Jeff’s eyes lower to yours once again, a small smile growing on his lips at the puppy-dog look you send his way. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him, your lips curved up in a innocent smile, acting as if you weren’t extremely drunk, and your right hand was resting on his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt with gentle movements.

If Jeff would’ve planned on saying no (which he hadn’t), you definitely would’ve changed his mind then.

“If,” Jeff begins, smirking confidently. “You let me take you home.”

“If it means cuddles, then yes!” You exclaim, your voice pitching in excitement slightly. Chuckling, Jeff shakes his head, taking another step and then another, leading you through the crowd of sweaty, drunk and loud teenagers that surround the area. Eventually, the two of you make it to the front door, Jeff easily leading you over to his car and helping you slide into the passenger’s seat.

When he takes his place in the driver’s seat, you instantly lean over to him; “cuddle time!”

Jeff turns his head, hands slipping from the steering wheel to smile down at you. ”Not yet, love,” he whispers, moving you to set up properly and leaning over to help you buckle your seat belt. “We have to get back to your place first.”

“Then we cuddle?”

“Yes,” Jeff snorts, “then we cuddle.”

“Yay!”

Rolling his eyes, but unable to stop the wide grin that hasn’t left his lips, Jeff turns his attention back on the front of his car, moving to turn on the engine. You continue to grin happily next to him, eventually moving to lean your head against the window as Jeff begins to pull out.

You reach home sooner than Jeff would’ve thought. Before he knows it, he’s helping you up to your bathroom, mentally thanking the fact that your parents weren’t home at how clumsy and loud you were being. But, by the time you reached the top of the stairs, you’re practically passed out in Jeff’s arm, letting him lead you over to your bed with ease.

And as Jeff promised, the moment you’re situated, he crawls in under the blankets next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

When he looks down, you’re already fast asleep.

Snorting, Jeff brushes back some hair that has fallen into your eyes, tucking it behind your eye with a warm smile.

Not even tired, my ass.

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[pinkykitten]

Brother’sHelp

13 Reasons Why

Jeff Atkins x Jensen! female reader

Warning: cursing

Specifics: fluff, comedy, jensen reader, drabble/blurb

People: jeff atkins, clay jensen, jessica davis, alex standall

Words: 886

Requested: By anon Hi oreo!! I just saw your requests for 13 reasons being open and wondered if I could request one. The reader is Clay's (or Justin's) little sister and he helps Jeff Atkins to ask her out. I know Jeff died but I love him so much! Thank you :)

Authors Note: oh lord! i love jeff / brandon so much like yall have no idea. my bby died so bad and so soon like bby noooooo!!!! this was so precious and light hearted like this show is very dark and i made it rainbows. god jeff is so cute like whyyyyyy im legit crying rn cuz im also listening to lovely from billie and khalid. WHY???????

You and Clay helped pick up the dirty dishes and wash them after dinner. Clay dried them while you rinsed them. 

“So,” Clay, your older very protective brother, leaned against the counter. “You are going to the dance right?”

Your e/c eyes went from Clay’s to the suds that rested on your skin. Smiling you handed him a huge plate. “Yeah. Why you ask?”

“No I was just wondering.”

“Uh oh Clay wondering? Thats never a good sign.”

“Shut up,” Clay playfully bumped into you. “You know, there are a lot of people going and there will be a lot of, um, guys so like I wanted to know...”

“Are you asking who I’m gonna go to the dance with?” You finished with the dishes, wiping your hands on the towel and placing them on your hip. “Cause if you are. I’m going with Jeff.”

“Jeff? As in Jeff Atkins? As in my best friend?”

“Unless there is another Jeff then yep thats the one.”

“But he’s like really buff,” Clay said. 

“Clay...what the h*ll does that have to do with anything?”

Clay was trying to find ways for you not to want to go out with Jeff. Jeff was a kind soul but he sometimes was wild and Clay didn’t want his little sister getting hurt or have any issues. He wanted you to stay little forever. Now you were growing into a woman and it scared him. “Why don’t you go with your friends?”

“Like every year? I don’t think so. I see the way Jeff looks at me and I think he likes me and I like him. I like that he’s nice and kind and he sweet to my brother. When he talks to me he makes me feel smart and he respects me. We talk but I’m too scared to ask him to go and to go on a date. So it probably won’t even work.” You sat gloomly at the table, resting your head in your hands.

Clay saw how down you were and felt bad. Jeff was good and he needed to let you fly in order for you to grow into an adult. All that Clay wanted was for you to be happy, besides he was going with someone, you deserved it as well and he was going to try everything possible to make it happen. 

It was lunchtime in Liberty High. Clay was nervous. You were his baby sister. He protected you all his life and made sure nothing ever happened to you. He saw Jeff sitting with his group of friends and thought about ratting out. But then he remembered your face and he became determined. Walking right up to Jeff he sat his lunch tray beside him. “Can I talk to you for a sec?...Alone.”

Jeff signaled to the guys to leave and pointed to the spot next to him. “Proceed. If this is about that girl you like, listen you just need to be courageous-”

“No its not. Its about something else,” Clay was blunt. Right to the point. “I have a favor to ask you and I’m not forcing you.”

Jeff smirked as he was a little weirded out by Clay. “Okay.”

You walked into the lunch room and saw your brother talking to Jeff. “What the f*ck?” You said aloud. Trying to be stealthy you ran behind the garbage can but what you didn’t notice was Jeff saw you. 

“What are you doing y/n?” Jessica asked as she ate her lunch. 

“Oh this is where I eat now. You didn’t know?”

“Behind the garbage?” Alex questioned, raising his brow. 

“Yep! Its nice and cozy and-”

“Smelly,” Alex stated. 

You rolled your eyes and waited for Jeff to leave or for something!

“Look y/n has, well I don’t really know how to say this, but y/n really likes you. Like a lot.”

Jeff smiled big and bright hearing this because in all honesty he felt the same way. “Oh really? Does she now?”

“Yes, very much and she was wondering if you would go to the dance with her?”

“Why didn’t y/n ask me herself?”

“My sister is very, very, very shy and she’s had this crush on you since like forever so she’s kept this hidden for a long time.”

Jeff laughed completely fell for you, “I was going to ask y/n myself if she wanted to go.”

“Really?” Clay was surprised that he thought of you. “Well alright that settles it. Are you gonna go with her?”

“Wait right here,” Jeff ran to the garbage can you were at and peered over. “Hi y/n.” He was smirking. 

You looked up and almost dropped your food. “H-hi there Jeff! You loo-look great!” You were screaming everything. You didn’t know what your brother told him. “I’m going to go n-now!”

“Wait!” Jeff grabbed a hold of your waist and kissed you on the lips. You almost turned into goo right there. He had that affect on you. “Will you go to the dance with me?”

Your lips were parted as you blushed. Still wanting more. “Yes, I would love to. I was gonna ask you that.” You put two and two together and realized your brother helped with all of this. “Clay!”

“That’s called brotherly love sis. Brotherly love.” He ruffled your hair. 

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[writingsnmusings]

"We can't keep doing this" with jeff and they're not together yet

You panted as Jeff rolled off of you and laid in the empty space next to you.

He was gonna leave soon, you knew it. He could never stay for more than a few minutes after you guys had sex and you hated it.

Falling for him wasn’t something you planned on doing, it just happened and now you had to deal with the consequences.

Jeff stood up from the bed before pulling on his jeans and throwing his shirt back on. You contemplated your next words as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“W-We can’t keep doing this.” You whispered, part of you hoped he didn’t hear it while the other did.

“Doing what?”

Scoffing, you spoke, “This, Jeff. The hooking up, I-I can’t handle it.”

Jeff sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know i’m not looking for a relationship, Y/N. I told you that when we started this.”

“That was three months ago!” You exclaimed, “Hasn’t anything changed?”

He was quiet for a second before shaking his head and turning around, “No, i’m sorry.”

Jeff walked out of your bedroom without even sparing a second glance at you.

[theflamecrystal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 13 Reasons Why (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeff Atkins/Reader, Jeff Atkins/Female Reader Characters: Jeff Atkins, Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Drabble, feathers - Freeform, Romantic Fluff, kiss Summary:

When preparing for Jessica Davis’ party, you and Jeff are caught in a sweet moment.

[etherealqueen]

A Way With Words // ix. Gargalesthesia (Jeff Atkins)

Summary: A 30 drabble prompt series made up of words from this post. These drabbles range from being imagines with various guys in no particular order. One will be posted each day in the month of September.

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ix. gargalesthesia – the sensation caused by tickling

“Don’t you dare.”

An innocent smile is plastered on Jeff’s face as he lays beside her in the bed. They were having a lazy Saturday: sleeping in until the afternoon, cuddling under the sheets of their bed. His fingers skim along her side before settling in that perfect curve of her waist. But with the way his fingertips are bent, she knows exactly what he’s gonna do.

“I’m not doing anything,” he answers.

“But you’re going to.”

“Nope.”

Jeff buries his nose in the crook of her neck. She stiffens slightly, on guard of what was gonna come. “I’m not doing anything,” he murmurs again.

Maybe he wasn’t. Her body starts to relax, and that’s a rookie mistake. He feels her drop her guard; his fingers dig into her side, trapping her against him as he continues to tickle her. She shrieks, her body caught between jolts of pain and the choke of laughter.

Jeff lets up, leaning back on the bed, laughing as she takes her pillow and smacks him with it.

“You’re the worst!”

[certifiedskywalker]

Sweet Boy - Jeff Atkins

Here’s another Jeff drabble because I just can’t help myself...

Jeff Atkins X Fem!Reader

Your eyes were still shut when you felt a soft pair of lips on your neck. You sleepily hummed in contentment at the feeling; which earned a rough chuckle from Jeff. You slowly opened your eyes, the haze of sleep still clinging to them. Through your lashes, you saw Jeff smiling at you as brightly as ever. He leaned over, kissing up your neck to your jaw, and finally your cheek.

“Good morning,” he whispered and you smiled softly. You lifted a hand stroking his face as you both stared at each other. You ran your fingers through his soft, messy hair. Your fingertips traced the shaven sides of his head, tickling the skin on your palm. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Good morning indeed,” you finally said, coaxing another chuckle out of your boyfriend. He moved his arm, resting it beside your head which still rested soundly on your pillow. He looked down into your eyes and you flashed to the night before.

Jeff had come over because he needed help, really just an excuse for him to come over, on the recent Geometry assignment. You both tried your best at each problem, but found yourselves more confused than when you first started. It didn’t help that he would distract you by placing soft kisses on your face. Of course, when your mom came into the room to check on the two of you, Jeff pulled away as you explained to your mom that he would need to stay the night in order to get the large assignment done. You mom, allowed him to stay over with a promise of no funny business. Despite the promise, studying was not what ensued that night.

“We still have Geometry to do,” you said with a lazily grin. Jeff smiled at you again before pressing his lips to yours in another soft kiss. Your hands trailed over his neck, to his bare shoulders, tickling his skin slightly. You bit down on his bottom lip a little, drawing a low groan from his lips. You let out a soft laugh when Jeff pulled away from you.

“Or we can forget about Geometry,” he offered with raised eyebrows. You laughed a little louder as his expression, rolling your eyes.

“Forgetting about Geometry is what got us here in the first place,” you stated and Jeff smiled smugly at you. He leaned down once again, this time resting more of his body weight against you. He trailed more warm kisses up your neck, causing you to shut your eyes and immerse yourself in the feeling.

“Then I say,” more kisses interrupted his speech, “we keep forgetting.” You only hummed in response. Jeff smiled against the soft skin of your neck, pressing more kisses to it.

“I say we get dressed and you call your mom to let her know you’re not dead.” Jeff hung his head in defeat. He moved to sit up, not before pressing another kiss to your cheek. When he pulled back, his blue eyes were bright and the pupils larger than normal.

“Your reasoning wins yet again, my lady,” he teased. You laughed and watched as he got up from your bed. He threw on a shirt he left behind from his last visit, one that paired well with his black sweat pants. He walked over to his backpack, pulling out his phone and dialing his parent’s number.

“Hey mom, yeah I’m fine,” a long pause, “I know. I stayed over at Y/N’s house, to get help with homework.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. You could almost hear his mom teasing him over the other end. “Yeah I will. Alright see you later, love you.” He hung up and shook his head once more. He turned around to find you already staring at him. He smiled and walked back over to your bed where he flopped back down next to you.

“She says ‘Hi’ by the way,” he whispered, scooting closer to you. “Sometimes I think she likes you more than me.” You laughed and shook your head.

“That’s crazy, you’re her son.” He propped his head up against his hand while his elbow rested against your bed. He stared down at you, a soft smile on his pink lips.

“But you’re you,” he whispered, “amazing and wonderful. The best girlfriend anyone could ever have.” A blush rose to your cheeks at his words. You sat up, Jeff’s eyes following you as you moved. You looked down at him now, peering into his blue-green eyes.

“You’re pretty amazing too, Atkins.” He let out a sound, as if disagreeing with you. You just shook your head and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and a cozy cloud fell over you once more, trying to drag you back to the soft sheets around you.

“I need to get up,” you mumbled against his lips. Jeff continued to kiss your face, ignoring what you had said. You let out a giggle as he kissed the column of your neck once more. You fell back against your mattress, Jeff laying between your legs. An evil grin spread across your lips as an idea popped into your mind. You gently pushed him upwards, so he was now sitting on his knees. You sat up, pulling Jeff’s face back to yours in a soft kiss. Not as soft as the ones he woke you up with, but soft nonetheless. A mere, few moments passed by until Jeff took control again. He spread his legs out, crossing yours over his as he kissed you. You pulled away gently, catching your breath. 

“Jeffery,” you whispered strongly, getting his attention. He pulled away from your neck just to rest his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes while your breaths intermingled at the close vicinity. Your hand skirted up his now clothed chest, rest on the base of his neck.

“As much I as I would love,” you began, “really love to stay in bed all day, we can’t.” Jeff pulled away a little and groaned like a disappointed child. You smiled at him, looking into his eyes. You grabbed his phone, which had landed on your bed when he finished calling his mom, and looked at the time. You both had slept in.

“Plus don’t you have baseball practice in like fifteen minutes?” Jeff glanced down at his phone and let out another groan. You handed over his phone as he stood up from your bed. He took his phone back, then your hand. You blushed as he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a long kiss to the back of it. When he let go, you stood up and straightened out your rumpled sleepwear.

“I still have to get my bag,” Jeff said, rubbing a hand over his face. You rested a hand on his broad back, rubbing it soothingly.

“Then you better get going.” Jeff looked at you with a frown, turning to face you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

“But I wanna stay with you,” he pouted. Smiling, you reached a hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.

“How about you go now and later, you can come back for dinner.” Jeff looked up at your ceiling, as if mentally going over your offer. You smiled as your waited for an answer.

“Or I could go to practice and  later we could meet up at Rosie’s for a date.” He smiled at you smugly before adding, “then my place afterwards.” You shook your head in wonder at your boyfriend’s cockiness. You finally nodded and accepted his offer.

“It’s date,” you whispered in response. Jeff smiled brightly down at you before you led him out of your room and to the front door. You held open the door for him, leaning against it. He gave you another one of his boyish smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you after practice,” he whispered and you nodded. “I love you,” he placed another kiss on your cheek.

“I love you more,” you whispered back and Jeff pulled away with a grin on his face.

“That’s impossible,” you smiled as he walked down your porch and to his car that was parked in front of your house. You watched as his zoomed off down the street, not noticing your mom who had crept up behind you.

“He seems like a sweet boy,” she said, making you jump. You laughed and nodded, watching his car disappear.

“He really is mom, he really is.” You shut the door, turning to see your mom grinning at you. “What?”

“I’ve just never seen you so smitten before,” she whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. “The only downside is that you’re always out and about with him. I never get to see you anymore.” You laughed as your mom broke up your hug.

“You see me all the time.” Your mother raised her eyebrows.

“Uh-huh sure,” she turned around and walked to the kitchen. “So I take it you’re going to dinner with Jeff?” 

“Yep,” you nodded as your walked into the kitchen behind her. “Oh, and I’m staying over at his place tonight, since it’s Saturday and nothing is going on.” Your mom gave you a pointed look, that expression that read as ‘Oh really now?’

“Don’t worry mom,” you said calmly, “after all, like you said, he’s a sweet boy.”