―hailey

―she loved mysteries so much that she became one... teen wolf enthusiast // vampire diaries // aesthetics // tom holland // dylan obrien //

[jefferyatkns]

Such an angel

[jefferyatkns]

That smile 😍

[soul-angelos-deactivated2023102]

Dark times all around but there are still people out there who love you

Do not hurt yourself, do not hurt others, get help, talk to someone, anyone. Humanity has survived before and we can do it now if we all just support each other. My country and my people let me down and endangered my life but there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about that so let’s try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.

[lucy-moderatz]

[everythingisproblematicin]

Reblog if you're bisexual, or if you support bisexuals, or if you want Queen Elizabeth II to outlive Donald Trump

[perseaphonie-deactivated2022091]

[l-indsey-deactivated20160131]

The only known video footage of Anne Frank

I can’t think of any reason why someone would not reblog this. 

If this isn’t interesting/sad to you, then I don’t know what you like in life.

[thedustydecades]

Can’t we hit 1,000,000 notes? This is such a rare shot, everyone should see it.

[surprisebitch]

congrats to 1 million notes

[comic-wanda]

Do you ever just look @ tom holland and think

Damn.

Cause same.

[fyeahcontroversialcharacters]

[sinclair-wildstar]

I will reblog this every time it crosses my dash.

[dreamychocolateprincess]

People who don’t get this infuriate me

[runawaysbish]

#relatable 

[riverdale-imagines-s]

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

He’s such a sweetheart 

But he’s so shell shocked

You could have picked anyone and you picked him

Smiley Jeff

You asking him out

Again, he’s shocked

He’s totally and utterly whipped

His teammates tease him 

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger bro.”

Blushing Jeff

Hand holding

PDA

Going on movie dates at the Crestmont

Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you

“Oh Jeff!”

Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing

Clay pretending to be Jeff

“I couldn’t live without you (Y/n).”

To piss them off, you start making out in front of them

“You two make me sick.”

“For once, I agree with helmet.”

Being Tony’s best friend and him teasing the both of you

Tony being one of your biggest shippers

“I made this happen.  Don’t forget it on your wedding day.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it.  If I’m not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.”

First ‘I love you’ being 100% romantic

Jeff taking you out to stargaze

“Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”

He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen

Pulling him in for a loving kiss

Both muttering a breathless first ‘I love you’ to each other 

Cuddling until dawn

Going to parties together

Jeff does not go out on the beer run

#jeffatkinssurvived

Being the IT couple

He gives you a promise ring before you graduate

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

“And I’ll be waiting for that day.”

You two never lose your spark

Being the best couple

Your personalities compliment each other so well

When you do get married, it’s magical

On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic

Writing the best vows

“Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”

You swoon

Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen

Pulling him in for a loving kiss

Breathlessly muttering your first ‘I love you’ as a married couple

Tony is the best man

“Thank you for choosing me.  I love you both so much.”

Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you

“Go get her Atkins.”

“I love you Jeffrey Atkins.”

“I love you (Y/n) Atkins.”

[babyatkins-blog1]

Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

gif credit to owner

Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.

Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

[a-moon-child-28]

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include...

This was requested by a lovely anon :) I hope I did a decent job I did write this while on the train towards college so it might not be as good but I kept the car accident out of this one just to keep it light :) 

- Studying together, the two of you always study on Wednesday nights usually at your house since your parents work late and always leave you dinner money so Jeff comes over and you study together and order pizza for dinner 

- Going for late night drives, Jeff loves driving especially at night so on warm summer nights he picks you up and he drives around with the windows down and the music turned up loud

- Dates to the cinema, your favourite place to go on dates is to the cinema to see whatever movie is on it was were you and Jeff had your first date and now you go there every year on your anniversary 

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[fanficimagery]

Anonymous said: you’re so talented!! could u do a jeff imagine where everyone’s graduating hs and u two are going to different countries states but in the end he surprises u and doesn’t end up going, fluffy pls!! :)

JEFF X READER

Graduation is just a couple days away and you’re nervous. Well there is some excitement you’re feeling because you’re more than ready to start the next chapter of your life, but you’re nervous about drifting away from Jeff- Jeff whose been your boyfriend for the last two years and whose also been accepted to Rice University in Texas on a scholarship for baseball. And you- you’re going to Michigan State to study and become a Forensic Scientist so someone will hire you on as a CSI.

While you’re happy for him and he’s happy for you, you’re scared the distance between you will put your relationship in jeopardy. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” You blink rapidly to focus your gaze, turning your face to the side and find Jeff sitting next to you. He smiles and offers you the second red solo cup in his hand and then takes a seat next to you while dipping his feet into the pool. “Where’s your head at, babe?”

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[mae-martin]

“If you had to write a eulogy for Jeff, what would you say to him?” (x)

[jeffatkinsimagines-blog]

i love him so much wtf

[garlicdotcom]

The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.

-

“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.

-

It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.

-

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool? moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool? be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool? hullo¿

-

The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would –

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

“Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

“Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

“Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.

-

“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”

Silence.

“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.

-

Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.

Oh.

Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.

-

It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

[jeff-deserves-better]

jeff atkins: skittles

Request: “please write more jeff atkins imagines”

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 373

Gif: @titch-the-eskibro-bandit

A/N: Fair amount of my own headcannons. If you want to hear some of my headcannons, lemme know! [ Read pt 1 ] [ Read pt 2 ]

It was Friday night. Jeff had picked you up from your house and cruised over to the Crestmont. He played his country music, mocking the deep accents. You had the window rolled down, your hair blowing in your face.

Once you arrived, Jeff had bought tickets to the new thriller in town. You linked your arm to his, feeling his warmth.

“Hey Clay,” Jeff fist bumped your brother. “She’s here, safe and sound.”

Clay shook his head. He got the movie packet together, which consisted of two medium sodas, a large popcorn, red vines and-

“Skittles?” Jeff looked at Clay. “I thought it was just red vines?”

“Well, yeah,” Clay shrugged. “But y/n likes skittles. I won’t charge for that.”

You gave your brother a small smile. “Thanks Clay.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Enjoy your movie.”

Jeff held the large box in one arm, and even though he struggled, he still took your hand. Once you settled down in the middle of the theater, you ripped open the bag of skittles.

You poured a few into your hand. You motioned your handful to Jeff.

“You want?” You offered.

Jeff chuckled, taking a few colors. He dropped them in all at once. Once he swallowed his sweets, he turned to face you.

“What’s your least favorite skittles flavor?” He asked, not minding his volume at all.

You widened your eyes at him. You folded your lips into your mouth. When he wouldn’t look away, you whispered to him your answer. He nodded, and took the bag of skittles. He took out all the colors that you claimed were not in your palate.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?” You whispered. His smirked, holding the solid color in his hand.

“I’m getting rid of what you don’t like,” Jeff announced. He tossed the number of skittles in his mouth, squinting his eyes. “Apparently, I don’t like them either…” He coughed.

You laughed into your hand, muffling your giggles. Jeff got to the point where he had to swallow the sugary treat. He sipped his cola, clearing his throat.

“I will get rid of anything you don’t like, Y/N,” Jeff spoke, his voice raspy. “Unless I hate it too, then it’s up to Clay.”

[tapes-at-monets]

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

“princess” 

he treats you like a Queen, though

not understanding his baseball terms

but always trying to add them in a conversation to make a point

“Well it’s like you say, you have to swing the bat and knock it out, right?”

“Y/N, what does that have to do with what you want to eat for lunch?”

studying together

getting sidetracked

being close friends with Clay

“Clay and that Hannah girl are pretty cute.”

“Exactly my point! I have a whole plan on getting them together.”

cuddles

his head always in the crook of your neck

“babygirl”

him always showering you with gifts

telling him to stop spending his money on you

him continuing to do so anyway

he leaves you notes at your locker

“You look beautiful, Babygirl”

holding each other close

sleepovers

making pillow forts and eating Lunchables

“bon appetit, my love.”

“this is the most romantic dinner I’ve ever had.”

starting a movie

falling asleep on each other 15 minutes after it starts

you’re always talking pictures of him, it doesn’t matter what he’s doing at the moment

“Did you just take a picture of me rubbing my eye?”

baseball jokes

all the time

“Which baseball player holds water?”

“The pitcher.”

“The p-wait, how’d you know what I was going to say?”

“Jeff, you’ve told me that joke a thousand times.”

he’s always happy

which means you’re always happy

when you get mad at him you call him by his full name

“Jeffrey Atkins!”

him mocking you

“Y/N L/N!”

everyone telling you guys how cute you are

your dates consist of baseball games or just staying home

sending each other the ugliest pictures you guys could find

“this is you”

slow, passionate first time

wearing his shirts

him trying to wear your shirt one time as a joke

“Babe, it’s not coming off.”

“Karmas a bitch, isn’t it Atkins?”

helping him take off the shirt eventually

you had to cut it in half

“I don’t even know how you put that on.”

he’s annoying and you always remind him of it

“you’re annoying, you know that right?”

his response always being “it takes one to know one, L/N.”

his parents love you

“When is Y/N coming over again?”

“Mom, she literally just left.”

his lock screen is a picture of you shoving food into your mouth

“I didn’t even know you took this, change it!”

“No way, you look adorable.”

him feeling lucky to have you in his life

you feeling exactly the same way

happy ending for everyone!