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Such an angel
That smile đ
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 thereâs nothing I or anyone else can do about that so letâs try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.
Reblog if you're bisexual, or if you support bisexuals, or if you want Queen Elizabeth II to outlive Donald Trump
The only known video footage of Anne Frank
I canât think of any reason why someone would not reblog this.Â
If this isnât interesting/sad to you, then I donât know what you like in life.
Canât we hit 1,000,000 notes? This is such a rare shot, everyone should see it.
congrats to 1 million notes
Do you ever just look @ tom holland and think
Damn.
Cause same.
I will reblog this every time it crosses my dash.
People who donât get this infuriate me
#relatableÂ
Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include
Heâs such a sweetheartÂ
But heâs so shell shocked
You could have picked anyone and you picked him
Smiley Jeff
You asking him out
Again, heâs shocked
Heâs totally and utterly whipped
His teammates tease himÂ
âSheâs got you wrapped around her finger bro.â
Blushing Jeff
Hand holding
PDA
Going on movie dates at the Crestmont
Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you
âOh Jeff!â
Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing
Clay pretending to be Jeff
âI couldnât live without you (Y/n).â
To piss them off, you start making out in front of them
âYou two make me sick.â
âFor once, I agree with helmet.â
Being Tonyâs best friend and him teasing the both of you
Tony being one of your biggest shippers
âI made this happen. Â Donât forget it on your wedding day.â
âShut up.â
âI mean it. Â If Iâm not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.â
First âI love youâ being 100% romantic
Jeff taking you out to stargaze
âJust like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.â
He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile youâve ever seen
Pulling him in for a loving kiss
Both muttering a breathless first âI love youâ to each otherÂ
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
âIâm going to marry you one day.â
âAnd Iâll be waiting for that day.â
You two never lose your spark
Being the best couple
Your personalities compliment each other so well
When you do get married, itâs magical
On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic
Writing the best vows
âJust like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.â
You swoon
Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile youâve ever seen
Pulling him in for a loving kiss
Breathlessly muttering your first âI love youâ as a married couple
Tony is the best man
âThank you for choosing me. Â I love you both so much.â
Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you
âGo get her Atkins.â
âI love you Jeffrey Atkins.â
âI love you (Y/n) Atkins.â
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 itâs one, and when you look at your phone again itâs four oâclock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows.Â
You were exhausted, but sleep wouldnât come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something youâve 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 itâll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and heâs told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didnât. Why make him suffer, too?
   When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alexâs face, but he doesnât 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. Youâre sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac.Â
  âThereâs my girl,â you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. Itâs Jeff. âI waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?â
     Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if heâll find something physically wrong. âYouâre pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-â you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, heâs so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.
   âI just didnât get much sleep last night, thatâs all,â you tell him removing your hand. âIâm okay.â
âIs it your insomnia?â
   Youâre taken back by his question. How did heâŠÂ âHow do you know about that?â You ask, brow raised.
He shrugs. âAlex told me.â
âIâm going to kick his ass,â you mutter with a yawn.
âI want to know these things about you,â Jeff says while taking your hand in his. âYouâre my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.â
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.
Thereâs 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. âJeff,â you whisper shout. You donât want to wake up your dad. âWhat are you doing here?â
âCan I come up?â 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.
âBaby,â he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. âWhatâs wrong?â
You sniffle. âI still canât sleep.â
âCome on,â 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, youâve seen him shirtless before but never up close. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then heâs sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. âLet me hold you.â
         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 doesnât last long, but your just as breathless.Â
âThank you,â you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.
âAnytime you canât sleep, call me,â he responds softly. âIâll come hold you.â
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 wasnât sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.
    You donât see Jeffâs reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days.Â
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 :)Â
- 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 dinnerÂ
- 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 anniversaryÂ
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Anonymous said: youâre so talented!! could u do a jeff imagine where everyoneâs graduating hs and u two are going to different countries states but in the end he surprises u and doesnât end up going, fluffy pls!! :)
JEFF X READER
Graduation is just a couple days away and youâre nervous. Well there is some excitement youâre feeling because youâre more than ready to start the next chapter of your life, but youâre 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- youâre going to Michigan State to study and become a Forensic Scientist so someone will hire you on as a CSI.
While youâre happy for him and heâs happy for you, youâre scared the distance between you will put your relationship in jeopardy.Â
âHello? Earth to Y/N?â 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. âWhereâs your head at, babe?â
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âIf you had to write a eulogy for Jeff, what would you say to him?â (x)
i love him so much wtf
The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)
Request: Maybe a smut where youâre a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because youâre a prude who didnât 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 Marcusâs eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesnât believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.
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âI just donât understand why you canât come out tonight. Itâs just Bryceâs place, weâll be there an hour, two hours max.â Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.
You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you canât help it. Heâs your boyfriend, but heâs clingy. Heâs annoying.
âAnd I just donât understand why you canât go by yourself.â You retort, dry and humorless. âYou keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.â
âI just ââ Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. âI donât get why you canât study for Heitzmanâs exam tomorrow night. Itâs not like youâre gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.â
âThatâs literally â no, Marcus, thatâs literally rich coming from you. âRelax,â what the fuck?â You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. Thatâs a fucking joke.
âJesus, fine. Fine, Iâll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesnât matter, Iâll just go with the guys.â He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. Heâs taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and itâs exhausting.
âIâll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?â You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. âSeriously, Iâll go to the next one,â you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. âBitch, if you donât answer âŠâ
A smile cracks on his face.
âAll right â but Iâm holding you to that, understand?â He says, mockingly stern. âIâm gonna make you have fun if itâs the last thing I do.â
âI donât doubt it.â
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.
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Itâs hours later and youâre in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. Youâre 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 âbitch I know you didnât make Marcus come by himselfâ to âbitch I canât believe you actually made me come by myself.â
Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.
From: Mulholland Drive U should seriously come Iâm begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself heâs tryna play beer pong rn lmao
You snort. Of course he is.
To: Mulholland Drive pics or it didnât 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 Walkerâs place
From: JoJo The Fool ding ding!! u right
From: JoJo The Fool seriously come over. bored without u. everyoneâs 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 canât 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: itâs unforgivable and youâre probably going to hate yourself afterwards.
To: JoJo The Fool needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao Iâm studying for Heitzman
From: JoJo The Fool ew stop. come over and Iâll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class
You lay your phone down. Youâre 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 donât.
From: JoJo The Fool guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes
Well, fuck it. Thereâs always tomorrow.
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To: Whatâs Cooler Than Being Cool? moi petite fromage Iâm coming to bryceâs now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down
To: Whatâs Cooler Than Being Cool? be excited Iâm coming to play beer pong wit ya ass
To: Whatâs Cooler Than Being Cool? hulloÂż
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The drive to Bryceâs 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, youâre greeted with shouts.
Itâs 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.
âYou came!â 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.
âWell, you missed beer pong,â she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. âBut I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryceâs rug right about now.â She titters, and you groan.
âJesus, maybe I shouldnât have come after all,â you snicker, taking a heavy sip. âDesignated driver, once again.â
âWhat happened to getting white girl wasted?â A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.
âAnother night, Atkins.â You say. âTonight, Iâm stone-cold sober.â
Heâs 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.
âI thought you came for me, now Iâm just dissapointed.â
âCame for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.â You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. âSpeaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryceâs house.â You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.
Jeff perks from next to you. âIâll come with you,â he sets his own bottle down. âIf heâs too faded then Iâll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.â
You raise your brows. âSober enough for that, Atkins?â
âThree beers, max. Iâm a sloppy drunk, canât have people from school seeing that.â The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like heâs smiling just for you, and you want â god, for a second, you wish â that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.
If you werenât dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what youâre thinking. If you werenât dating Marcus, Jeff would â
âLetâs go in the house,â you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeffâs reach. âTo find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.â
âSorry, whoâs Marcus again?â Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin thatâs 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 itâs boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.
Youâre two steps into Bryceâs ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.
âHere, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.â 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 Jeffâs the reason why it is.
You just try to ignore.
Itâs 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. Youâre 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 â surprise â hormonal teenage sex, which youâre only too glad to close the door on. The third isnât any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.
âGod! Sorry, Iâll just, uh, leave. Iâll close the doorââ
Jeff grabs your arm. âUh,â 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 whoâs in the room.
âDude, get the hell out!â Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty Highâs head cheerleader.
âGet out! What the fu ââ Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.
Youâre staring at them â at him, and you donât know what to do. Youâre stunned. Youâre disgusted. Youâre vividly imagining him being run over with your car.
You decide to settle with just staring. Itâs less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.
âShit â shit! This isnât â no, baby, I swear I didnât mean ââ
âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding me.â You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You donât stutter when you speak. âYou have got to be fucking kidding me.â
Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this â this entire fucking mess.
You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isnât your fault.
âBaby, baby â this isnât anything, I swear to God. This is nothing ââ Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.
âDonât!â 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. âSeriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.â
âBaby,â he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. âLet me explain. I can explain this.â
âExplain this?â You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. âWhat the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?â
âThis â just listen to me. This,â Marcus gestures around the room, and heâs shouting back now. âThis happened because we have nothing. Youâre my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.â
You nearly choke.
âWe have nothing? What â 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 Iâm a â a what? A fucking prude?â
The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.
âJesus,â you bark out. âI donât even know what to say to that.â
âYou donât have to listen to this,â Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first heâs spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.
âStay the fuck out of this, Atkins!â He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesnât get to talk to Jeff. He doesnât get to say anything.
âDonât talk to him like that!â You shout just as Jeff says, âCalm down, man.â
âNo, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?â Marcus questions. âJust leave! Get the fuck out, this doesnât involve you, man!â He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.
âIâm not listening to this,â you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. âWeâre fucking leaving.â
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.
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âAre you okay?â Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.
âThat canât be a serious question right now, dude.â
Silence.
âIâll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.â He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know heâs being painfully genuine now, and you canât bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.
You canât bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.
âI appreciate the offer, but I think Iâll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.â You half-joke, but itâs empty. Thereâs silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. âI just â I know I didnât do anything wrong, but ⊠what did I do wrong?â
âNothing,â Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. âThere was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a â heâs just a dick.â He finishes lamely, and you laugh.
âYeah, well, heâs definitely that. Itâs just ⊠I mean, Nina Burbank?â You question, incredulous. âIâm worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.â
Jeffâs laugh is one of surprise.
You shake your head. âNo, Jeff, Iâm serious. He couldâve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I wouldâve chosen someone better than her.â
âLike who?â The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesnât stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.
âYou mind being a rebound for the night?â You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, youâre such an asshole. You shouldnât 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.
âWell,â he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. âIf itâs any consolation, youâd be my rebound, too. Youâre âŠâ He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. âYouâre everything.â
âStop.â You laugh, and youâre blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.
âNo, seriously, youâre ⊠god, I shouldnât even be saying this right now.â He pinches the bridge of his nose. âYouâre someone Iâve wanted to be with for ⊠a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I ââ He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. âIâm just gonna stop talking now.â
Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and youâre sure your heartbeat is audible.
âDo you want to come inside?â You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldnât be doing this. Itâs wrong, itâs too fast, itâs dirty, but you donât care.
When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesnât care too much either.
-
Your parents arenât 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.
Itâs only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize youâre about have sex.
Itâs nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeffâs rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isnât the first time youâve had sex, it wonât be the last. It doesnât 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 Jeffâs big â you know. But god, heâs bigger than anything youâve ever had in your goddamn life and â holy shit. You canât 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, âI want you. Oh, my god, I want you.â
Jesus Christ.
Heâs 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 doesnât waste time.
He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, heâs thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.
Heâs breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down â hard â once heâs finally balls deep.
Youâre almost positive that heâs licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. Heâs 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.
Thereâs something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. Heâs 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.
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Itâs 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. Theyâre like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.
âAtkins, Jesus.â Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeffâs back. âWho the hell attacked you?â
âItâs, uh, nobody.â He smiles faintly. Heâs not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker roomâs jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.
âCome on, Jeff,â he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. âLooks like one hell of a lay.â
âNo, seriously. Iâm not about to tell you guys ââ
âWhy not, Atkins?â Marcusâ 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 â just a second, he swears â 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 wouldnât.
So he settles for the next best thing.
âYou really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.â He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. Itâs suddenly quiet. âDonât tell me you didnât recognize her handiwork.â
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 doesnât really want to stop it.
He grabs you by the waist and grins. âYou know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzmanâs class.â
You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. âThatâs right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.â
âDid I?â
You scoff. âDonât be cute, Atkins. Doesnât really suit you.â 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 atkins: skittles
Request:Â âplease write more jeff atkins imaginesâ
Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count:Â 373
Gif:Â @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.
âHey Clay,â Jeff fist bumped your brother. âSheâs here, safe and sound.â
Clay shook his head. He got the movie packet together, which consisted of two medium sodas, a large popcorn, red vines and-
âSkittles?â Jeff looked at Clay. âI thought it was just red vines?â
âWell, yeah,â Clay shrugged. âBut y/n likes skittles. I wonât charge for that.â
You gave your brother a small smile. âThanks Clay.â
âOf course,â he nodded. âEnjoy your movie.â
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.
âYou want?â 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.
âWhatâs your least favorite skittles flavor?â He asked, not minding his volume at all.
You widened your eyes at him. You folded your lips into your mouth. When he wouldnât 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. âWhat are you doing?â You whispered. His smirked, holding the solid color in his hand.
âIâm getting rid of what you donât like,â Jeff announced. He tossed the number of skittles in his mouth, squinting his eyes. âApparently, I donât like them eitherâŠâ 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.
âI will get rid of anything you donât like, Y/N,â Jeff spoke, his voice raspy. âUnless I hate it too, then itâs up to Clay.â
Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include
âprincessâÂ
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
âWell itâs like you say, you have to swing the bat and knock it out, right?â
âY/N, what does that have to do with what you want to eat for lunch?â
studying together
getting sidetracked
being close friends with Clay
âClay and that Hannah girl are pretty cute.â
âExactly my point! I have a whole plan on getting them together.â
cuddles
his head always in the crook of your neck
âbabygirlâ
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
âYou look beautiful, Babygirlâ
holding each other close
sleepovers
making pillow forts and eating Lunchables
âbon appetit, my love.â
âthis is the most romantic dinner Iâve ever had.â
starting a movie
falling asleep on each other 15 minutes after it starts
youâre always talking pictures of him, it doesnât matter what heâs doing at the moment
âDid you just take a picture of me rubbing my eye?â
baseball jokes
all the time
âWhich baseball player holds water?â
âThe pitcher.â
âThe p-wait, howâd you know what I was going to say?â
âJeff, youâve told me that joke a thousand times.â
heâs always happy
which means youâre always happy
when you get mad at him you call him by his full name
âJeffrey Atkins!â
him mocking you
âY/N L/N!â
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
âthis is youâ
slow, passionate first time
wearing his shirts
him trying to wear your shirt one time as a joke
âBabe, itâs not coming off.â
âKarmas a bitch, isnât it Atkins?â
helping him take off the shirt eventually
you had to cut it in half
âI donât even know how you put that on.â
heâs annoying and you always remind him of it
âyouâre annoying, you know that right?â
his response always being âit takes one to know one, L/N.â
his parents love you
âWhen is Y/N coming over again?â
âMom, she literally just left.â
his lock screen is a picture of you shoving food into your mouth
âI didnât even know you took this, change it!â
âNo way, you look adorable.â
him feeling lucky to have you in his life
you feeling exactly the same way
happy ending for everyone!Â