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Strip Poker - Jeff Atkins

((GIF does not belong to me))

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words: 1854

Warnings: most likely swearing, implied sexual content

A/N: I didn’t know where the show actually takes place so I just used the filming location. Also shoutout to you if you understand the slight parallel to another show that I put in here! As always, feedback is welcome and much appreciated. I am also currently taking requests!

“Alright, (Y/N), what would you like to do tonight?” Jeff asked as he dove into the bed next to you. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on is elbow, looking at you lovingly. You continued to think about the nights possibilities while looking down at the cards you were shuffling in your hands. You looked up at Jeff and suddenly an idea popped into your head; strip poker!

“How about a good, old-fashioned game of strip poker,” you suggested, a smirk forming on your face. Jeff flashed you his famous smile while shaking his head and sitting up on the bed.

“Okay, and which one of us knows how to play poker?” Jeff asked, raising both his eyebrows at you. It had never even crossed your mind that Jeff didn’t know how to play poker; he had been to so many parties you just assumed the he had sat through at least one game of poker before. But then again, the parties you attended in Vegas were a lot different than the parties you’ve experienced here in California.

“Wait, you seriously don’t know how to play poker?” you inquired with a small laugh. Jeff pressed his lips together and shook his head. “You’ve been to how many parties and you’ve never played a single game of poker?”

“What about you? You go to a lot of parties, do you know how to play poker?” Jeff teased, doubtful that you knew how to play poker. To some people, poker was a hard game to wrap their heads around, there were so many components of the game that one needed to learn before hitting the casinos and throwing their money around, but you had grown up in the beautiful city of Las Vegas so knowing how to play poker and many other casino games was a part of your nature.

“Actually, I do know how to player poker,” you said proudly. Jeff furrowed his eyebrows at you and gave you the innocent/questioning head tilt.

This was where the game started... you didn’t want Jeff to know that you grew up around the game or he would be skeptical when it came to actually playing. To be fair though, you had told Jeff about your countless adventures in Vegas so it wasn’t like he didn’t know where you were from, it just so happened to have slipped his mind.

“Really?” Jeff asked, fascinated by this new piece of information about his girlfriend.

“Yep, it’s quite simple really... We’ll start with a game of Texas Hold’em,” you stated. You gave the deck of cards a quick shuffle before sitting up straight and looking at Jeff, ready to begin your demonstration. “Okay, the game usually starts with two people posting what is called a small blind and a big blind. Those players are usually to the left of the dealer, but since it’s just the two of us we don’t need to worry about that. We’ll post one article of clothing as the blinds before the cards are dealt.”

“Okay,” Jeff said, nodding his head along with your words, his interests peaked. “Loser takes their shirt off.” Jeff smirked at you.

“Oh, you wanna jump right in?” you asked, not at all surprised by Jeff’s enthusiasm to get right down to business. He was always an outgoing person so a little poker challenge and a the chance to get undressed was something that appealed to him.

“Yeah, why not?” Jeff shrugged.

“Okay, so loser takes their shirt off,” you repeated. Jeff nodded his head, confirming the punishment. “Okay, so now, the dealer will deal two cards to each player. These are your hole cards, or your pocket cards. Regardless of what you call them, make sure no one sees them, okay? These cards are for your eyes and your eyes only.”

“Got it, my eyes only,” Jeff said.

“A quick tip for you; always remember that the high cards have the advantage, in any situation... So if you ever play this with a group of people, or if there’s money on the line, fold if both of your hole cards are below 10s,” you explained to him.

“Wow, you’re serious about this game,” Jeff said.

“Eh, I just really want one of us to get naked,” you said, a smirk of your own crossing your face.

“I like the sound of that,” Jeff said.

“Alright, next, the dealer will place three community cards in the middle of the table, these are called the flop cards. So now, everyone at the table will have a different five-card hand consisting of their two hole cards, and the three community cards... Does that make sense?” you asked.

“Yeah, so we’re just trying to make the best possible hand using the three cards in the middle and our own cards?” Jeff clarified.

“Exactly!” you said, smiling excitedly. “I knew you had a little poker in ya!”

“So what’s next? Do we show our cards?” Jeff asked, lifting his cards but holding them close to his chest so you couldn’t see them.

“Not yet, we still have to get through the turn and the river which is basically the same thing as the flop, except the dealer will only flip over one card,” you explained. Jeff nodded, lowering his cards once again. “Before we move any further, do you know what you’re looking for? Like what the poker hands are?”

“I’m a little familiar with them,” Jeff said. “But when I put my cards down, you won’t lie to me, will you?”

“Depends... I really wanna see you without that shirt on though,” you said, sending Jeff a not-so-innocent wink. His cheeks grew red as he looked down and bit his lip.

“You’re such a little shit,” Jeff teased.

“Maybe, but I’m your little shit,” you said. Before Jeff could derail you anymore, you flipped over another card, adding it to the row of community cards. “Okay, so this is the turn card. And since you only need five cards to make your hand, there will always be an extra.”

Jeff quickly lifted his cards before placing them back down on the bed, his eyes darting across the row of community cards between us. His lips puckered as he contemplated his hand. When his lips turned to a frown, you couldn’t help but goggle knowing that he had nothing.

“You okay?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah, just trying to see what I have,” Jeff said.

“Well, don’t give up hope just yet because you still have the river card,” you said. You flipped over one more card, completing the community pool. Jeff sighed as he looked at the card, then he looked up at you with a smile. “Okay, so now you pick your five best cards to create the greatest hand possible. You can use both your hole cards paired with three community cards, one of your hole cards with four community cards, or you can play the board and use all five of the community cards.”

“You know, you are so fucking gorgeous,” Jeff flirted, trying to pull your attention away from the game.

“Shut it, Romeo. There’s no flirting in poker,” you teased. Jeff leaned over the cards and puckered his lips.

“Okay, but at least give me a kiss,” Jeff said. You looked at him and playfully rolled your eyes. “What? It’s not flirting!”

“Whatever you say.” You leaned in and gently pecked Jeff’s lips before returning to your spot on the bed.

“So, now do we show our cards?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, now we show our cards,” you said. Jeff was quick to flip over his cards to reveal his hand of nothing, he didn’t even have the high card. Flipping your cards over, Jeff’s jaw fell open. Using your two hole cards and three community cards, you had won the round with a straight flush.

“I guess I should’ve folded before the flop,” Jeff stated with a small laugh.

“Yep, now shed the shirt, hot stuff,” you teased. Jeff grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head while you cleaned up the cards. Jeff bit his tongue before turning his lips into a smile as he caught you staring.

“You up for another round, babe?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Uh, sure,” you said, trying but failing to fight the smile forming on your face.

A half hour and multiple discarded articles of clothing later, you found yourself beating Jeff by a landslide! He was wearing nothing but his boxers, have lost the majority of the hands dealt. You, on the other hand, had not shed a single article of clothing.

It was safe to say that Jeff wasn’t very good at poker, his actions had always given away the cards he had been dealt. Never once did he fold, but he made obviously displeased faces at his cards, and then he would try to sweet talk you into folding so you would have to take something off. But it never worked, with each item Jeff would take off, you’d get more and more excited to end the game, having other plans in mind for after the game.

“You gonna play or fold?” Jeff asked, noticing how distracted you were by his body. You took one final look at the two cards in your hand before looking back to Jeff.

“I guess I’ll play,” you said but you were more than confident in your cards. You looked Jeff in the eyes, both of you nodding before Jeff revealed his cards to you.

“Straight flush,” Jeff said, a smile forming on his face.

“Wow, you’re really getting the hang of this,” you said. Jeff smiled at your words, finally feeling a sense of victory.

“Yes! Your shirt! Get rid of it!” Jeff shouted excitedly.

“But...” you interrupted Jeff’s celebration. “You still have a lot to learn... Royal flush.”

You placed your two cards down on the bed, Jeff’s jaw dropping wide open.

“That’s not possible! You cheated!” Jeff accused playfully.

“How? You’ve been watching me all night!” you shot back with a laugh.

Jeff lunged forward, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He placed his hands on either side of your folded legs. continued to push forwards as he kissed you.

“I don’t know how, but you did,” Jeff said, breaking the kiss momentarily. You reached up to gently cup Jeff’s face, a smile forming on your lips.

“I guess you forgot that I grew up in Las Vegas,” you said softly. Jeff broke into a wide, slightly embarrassed smile.

“Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it,” Jeff said. He pushed forward, eagerly attacking your lips. You fell on the bed, your legs wrapping around Jeff’s torso to keep him close to you.

His soft lips left yours and began trailing rough, lustful kisses down your neck.

“You know, you went all night without taking a damn thing off,” Jeff breathed against your neck. His warm breath sent chills down your spine and caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. “That’s gonna change right now.”

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Deep Talks and Catches - Scott Reed

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Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Words: 1775

Warnings: swearing, mentions of rape (more like major talk of rape)

A/N: This is my first non-hockey imagine... I hope it meets the standard of imagines?? Also, feedback is always welcome and much appreciated!

Baseball. It had been a common ground between your and your boyfriend, Scott Reed. The tow of you had bonded over many things and even introduced each other to new things, but baseball was the on thing that kept the two of you grounded. The fields were where you two went to settle your issues, get things off your chest, or clear your minds. Having played softball for 9 years, you were no stranger to the diamond, it was like a second home to you... a second home that you shared with Scott.

After the release of Hannah’s tapes, rumors about Bryce began to circulate. And as expected, the rumors were denied and quickly shut down. But even before the releasing of the tapes and the rumors, you had always had a bad feeling about Bryce. The tapes just helped you piece everything together, confirm all your suspicions.

You had always thought it was weird how protective Scott was of you. The way he’d always have an arm around you, holding you close at all times; the way he’d always go out of his way to drive you home and walk you to the front door after school or the baseball games you stayed to watch; the way he’d always arrange study dates the night Bryce was throwing parties; the strangest thing was when he’d always put himself between you and other members of the baseball team, specifically Bryce... it was almost as if he was shielding you.

But now it all made sense to you, he was protecting you! He drove you home so no one else would and made study dates so you couldn’t go to Bryce’s parties where one of Bryce’s dumb goons could possibly hurt you. And he always put you on the other side him so the guys hat to literally go through him first if they wanted to get to you. But that also made you wonder...

Scott had always been protective, way before the tapes were released. He had to know something you didn’t.... Scott knew the truth!

The two of you stood about 10 feet apart from each other out in the empty outfield of the new Walker field, lazily throwing a baseball back and forth. The two of you remained silent, avoiding the obvious elephant in the stadium.

“Did you hear the tapes?” you asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I don’t really wanna talk about them right now,” Scott said. You audibly sighed as you caught the ball, holding it in your hand for a moment before throwing it back.

“Come on, Scott. You’ve been avoiding talking about the tapes since they came out,” you said.

“Yeah, because I don’t wanna talk about them!” Scott said. He threw the ball to you a bit harder than usual, a satisfying snap! accompanying the ball as you caught it in your glove.

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong, you weren’t even mentioned in the tapes! Is there something you’re not telling me, Scott?” you asked. When Scott remained silent, you decided to push further. “What are you hiding, Scott? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Would you just throw the ball,” Scott mumbled. Throwing the ball back, you continued pushing further to get the answers you were looking for.

“Why won’t you talk about the tapes?” you asked, frustration evident in your voice.

“Because it’s none of our business!” Scott snapped. All the color from your face drained upon hearing those words fall out of your boyfriends mouth, your jaw fell open.

“Like hell it is! You know something and by keeping it to yourself, you are no better than the bad guys here!” you said.

“I can’t turn on my brothers like that!” Scott said.

“Then tell me, and I will! No one will know it was you that said anything, I’m nosy, they’ll believe me if I tell them I broke into the clubhouse and dug around until I found shit!” you suggested. At this point, you were willing to do anything to get the information out of Scott just so you could drag Bryce’s ass down to the pits of hell where he belonged.

“It’s not that simple, (Y/N)! If any of them find out that I told you anything, they’d come after you to make sure you stay quiet too, just like they’re doing to anyone who’s testifying against Bryce. And I can’t have that happen, (Y/N), my only concern is you; keeping you safe and away from those assholes is my biggest priority! And I can’t keep them away from you if they put me in the hospital,” Scott explained. Tears began to pool up in your eyes but you fought to hold them in for now was no time to break down.

“Scott, please... I’m begging you right now to tell me the truth. I wanna do right by the girls Bryce has hurt, they deserve justice, and Bryce deserves to be brought down so he can’t hurt anyone else!” you said.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I can’t,” Scott said shaking his head.

“Girls are getting hurt by Bryce, and because you refuse to tell anyone it will continue on forever, far after another girl takes her life. Scott, this has nothing to do with brotherhood, this is far beyond the bond inside the dugout, this is the life of another teenage girl who is already being judged by the way she looks and being labeled for life,” you explained, a single tear rolling down your cheek and dripping off your chin.

“(Y/N)-”

“Do you know what happens to a girl after a shit experience like rape happens to her? She is left broke, and scarred; she can’t help but feel a sense of stress and anxiety around guys; she’s forced to see nothing but the worst in guys that have nothing but the best intentions; and she is robbed of her sense of personal power... Nothing is more terrifying than the feeling of being trapped, and being forced to just stand witness to your own crime, not able to say a word or do anything because you’re over powered in all aspects. And after that you can’t help but feel ashamed and guilty, like you did something to provoke this or bring it upon yourself but really it wasn’t you who did anything wrong! It was the man who decided that the chance of rejection was too high to ask for consent and figured it would be easier to just force themselves upon you because they’re strong than you, because they can!” you said. By now tears began streaming down your cheeks like the dam holding them back had cracked and there was no way to fix it.

Scott dropped his glove on the ground and in a matter of seconds, his arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly to his chest. He carefully ran his hand through your hair in an attempt to calm you down but for the first time it wasn’t working. Your body shook within his arms as you sobbed into his chest, unable to stop.

“I-I can’t let Bryce get away with this,” you stuttered, taking in a sharp, shaky breath. Scott slowly began to rock from side to side, still trying to get you to calm down enough so you two could talk about everything.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey... You’re alright, (Y/N). I’ve got you, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Scott said. He slowly lowered his body down to the ground, carefully taking you with him.

Together, the two of you laid in the grass for almost an hour. The entire time, Scott kept his arms wrapped tightly around you and constantly placed reassuring kisses on your forehead. And for that hour, Scott just let you cry, he let you get it all out and didn’t bother trying to rationalize or defend Bryce in anyway.

“Scott?” you tried to speak but your voice came out as a broken whisper.

“Yeah, baby?” Scott responded almost immediately.

“What goes on inside the clubhouse?” you asked.

Scott took a deep breath and sat up, taking you with him. He ran a quick hand through his hair before looking into your eyes, his heart breaking once he saw how broken up you were about this. He carefully reached up and cupped your cheeks in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away any of your remaining tears. Then his hands fell to your hands, gripping them tightly.

“The clubhouse is where all of the baseball team hangs out. No one else knows about it unless they’re invited... But it’s where a lot of this shit takes place. Bryce, he invited girls and h-he rapes them,” Scott confessed. “He gets them to smoke themselves out of their mind or drink until they’re blackout drunk before he makes his move. There’s a box of polaroid photos inside the clubhouse to prove all of it.”

It took a moment for you to comprehend Scott’s words before you looked up at him, meeting his eyes. You didn’t wanna ask the question that was eat away at you, but you had to make sure.

“Ha-have you-”

“Absolutely not. I try to avoid the clubhouse at all costs, why do you think I’m always at your house?” Scott asked, a small laugh escaping his lips as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Here I was thinking you just really wanted to spend time with me,” you teased back, his smile widening as he pulled you into his arms.

“I love you,” Scott said, placing a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too,” you mumbled into his chest.

“But on a serious note, (Y/N)... Um, I’ve decided that I want to testify against Bryce,” Scott said. You quickly pulled away from Scott and looked up at him, concern laced your features.

“What? No! I don’t want them coming after you! I heard what they did to the others to keep them from speaking out against Bryce, they’d certainly do much worse to you because you betrayed them personally! I’ll testify,” you said.

“No, I’ve let this go on for too long, and you’re right; by covering Bryce, I’m no better than him,” Scott said.

“I love you so much, Scott Reed. And I promise that through all of this, I will be by your side and not let a damn thing happen to you, just like you did for me,” you said, placing a small kiss to Scott’s lips.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Scott replied, his lips covered by a wide smile.