Quiche;&
Jeff x Reader
Summary: You think Jeff is in love w Lizzy, Jeff thinks you hate him, and Heather thinks you're gonna screw.
{a/n}; hi!👋🏽 this is my first posted piece of work, still needs some work done but i’ve decided to let it go for now. this is a work i just think of as s.o.l. but slightly fluffy? and i really wanted to post something b4 i dozed off. hope you enjoy it! *debbie ryan ear tuck*
WARNINGS: voluntary drug use, but if anything slipped my mind feel free to let me know. Yet, if any of this^ above TRIGGERS you please do not read this or read at your own risk. And please DO NOT REPOST nor ALTER my work, which includes any past, future, and present oc's i have made, but reblogging to share is fine.
please enjoy.
You shoved your head further into your lone pillow as 'Died in Your Arms' by Cutting Crew plays on the overhead. While a classic, it yanks you out of your deep sleep, something you don't appreciate.
"Wakey, wakey everyone! Let's have a great-productive day, yeah?", Steve exclaims through the mic. Groaning you turn, facing the door to stretch before you decide to get up to start your day. Being mindful of your surgically inserted vial pack at the base of your spine, that Mark restocks on occasion, although it hasn’t caused you any problems so far.
Sliding your feet to the floor you hear others thudding past the door to your private room. Getting up you grab a change of clothes and go through your daily routine, which just consisted of a shower and taming your mane.
You've decided to hit the kitchen before you lounge in the commons, shutting the door you begin gliding through the halls passing your fellow inmates, and walking into the kitchen. "Hey, Angel~", Lizzy practically sings to you, finishing up the tray in front of her while dancing to her walkman. Jeff just nods your way whilst leaning against the island.
"Hey lovebirds~", you reply waving your hand slightly grabbing an hors d'oeuvre off of her tray. She gives you a look and for a moment you're not sure it's because of you taking the food before it's actually being served or calling them lovebirds.
Until she grabs the tray so you can't nab anymore and jokes, "We are not lovebirds. I mean how could we when we haven’t even named our fifth child yet? Hm?", with Jeff laughing out an accusatory, "Yeah!" You smile at the two walking back toward the arch of the kitchen shaking your head, off to the commons.
Picking back up into the book you were reading you suddenly are pulled into the thought of Jeff and Lizzy changing things around here, a good change of course, how they would be a nice couple.
You always assumed Rogan and Heather would end up being the starting couple of the compound, or the very very slim chance of him acknowledging Sarah because of her assuring him of her interest in him by openly flirting with him when she gets the chance.
Observing more so than 'taking action' you almost always noticed when you saw one- other than when we are needed for the trials Steve and Mark were running- there was also the other. A little jealous, you envied their relationship even though you could've cut yourself some slack because you were only admitted recently.
Yet you could argue that you've fit in well, with Heather inviting you to pick through her limited wardrobe or the 'girl talk' you engage in- really being about how Sarah sometimes shoots her nasty looks when she thinks Rogan isn't paying attention. Or when you help Lizzy out with the meals of the day, and Steve passes the halls to greet everyone but always seems to stop and get into in-depth convos with you. And gaining the moniker: Angel, amongst your ’crew’.
You jump out of your thoughts when feedback shoots from the overhead, Steve called, "Hey, uhh, can I have our Angel and my friend Jeff join us in our examination room, please?" Putting the book you ended up skimming back onto the end table, you stand moving your clothes back into place glancing across the room you lock eyes with tw-three? three people surprisingly.
First, Heather, she's smirking whilst giving you a thumbs up with the hand furthest from you as if to hide it. Next Sarah, giving you the look she primarily reserves for the former. And then an unreadable look from Rogan, furrowing your brow towards them he just turns back to his book, and you just shrug and maneuver your way out and towards the examination room.
Cracking open the formerly air-sealed door, you slide into the dark room spotting the cushioned yellow seats, and took the one furthest from the entrance, force of habit to keep an eye on your exits as per your previous 'experiences'. You make yourself comfortable before Abnes-Steve begins the trial for however long it may take, while you guess they are preparing in their observation bay in front of you.
After a few moments, your right ear perks to the sound of the door releasing its pressure and giving way to the new silhouette entering the room. Eyes adjusting to the room again after the brief exposure to the light in the halls, the figure you realize is Jeff sitting across from you also getting settled in his seat and waving his right hand in greeting, "Hey." "Hi.", you reply tucking back into yourself, eyes sweeping the room from being idle. Jeff suddenly shifts in his seat after seemingly lost in thought, looking into your eyes he opens his mouth to speak, "Uhm, hey Angel, do you want t-" but the sunroof begins pouring light into the room and he stops himself, looking toward the elevated room adjacent to you.
Turning back to your left, you notice the now-lit observation room with Mark and Steve sitting in a similar manner as Jeff and you. Moving toward the console and pressing a button speaking into the mic in front of him, Steve welcomes you with, "Thanks for coming in you two, how have you been feeling lately?" You pick up the left corner of your mouth before replying, "Just peachy. And you?" refraining from using either of his names because you'd always get conflicted when wanting to be casual yet respectful. Jeff grins at your response stating, "Great-good, things are going good."
Steve reclines in his seat pleased with your answers. "That's great! I mean awesome! So, uhm, Jeff! What are your thoughts on Angel here?" Slightly throwing his head back in shock he asks, "Ang-On Angel?" "Yes, Angel.", Steve affirms. "Right, uhm. They’re… I’m not sure how to describe them really. Just a nice, cool person I guess.”, Jeff gets out.
“Okay, uhm permission to administer B-15? Just to help you guys out a bit. Drip on?”, Steve echoes in the room. “Acknowledge.”, Admits Jeff. “Acknowledge.”, You voice, interested in Jeff’s take on you. From his desk Steve swipes a dial on his phone, activating the Verbaluce vial in your body packs also known as the drug B-15. “Alright Jeff, Angel. Please continue.”, he tells you both as he sits upright to focus on your responses. Jeff shifts on his sofa before saying, “Angel is a helpful, charismatic, admirable person.” “Jeff”, You start as he turns his attention to you. “..Is a nice, caring, and understanding guy.” After a moment of surprisingly not awkward eye contact, you two are met with silence. Facing the oversized bay window, you stare wondering what’s taking them.
A few more moments pass and Jeff clears his throat into the still of the room. With an inhale he calls out, “Hey uhm…” You break your stare, ”Yeah?” answering him. He sighs deeply, “Let’s talk later.” Tensing you pause before speaking, “Okay.”
What could it be about? Does he need help with something? Maybe advice with Liz? Or to get something off his chest? Hm… Why are they taking so lo- “Alright, thanks you guys, that’ll be all.” “That’s it?”, you question to yourself as you hear a sigh of relief to your right.
Jeff pats the arm of the chair before standing, then turns to the door and hastily makes it out of the room. Standing to do pretty much the same, you give a quick wave and are on your way. You start to the commons to actually finish your book this time, but Jeff wanting to talk and not being sure what it’s about is already racking your mind so you b-line to the dorms.
Picking up the pace you almost crash into what you presumed to be another attendee of the establishment, but the close-fitting grey slacks lead you to think otherwise. Meeting blue hues and already fixing an apology on your tongue you’re cut short with a raised hand. “I’m sorr-“ “Don’t bother, you were obviously in a rush and I stopped you my apologies. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you this time.”, Steve grins at you, expressing his sympathies. “Uhm, what was that about?”, you ask. “You mean…”, he drags off placing his hands on his waist, unsure of the question. “Oh, the trial I mean.”, explaining to him you notice someone standing just behind him, Jeff. He throws his head to the side as to tell you to follow him in a secluded section in the hall, leaning on the wall behind him. Eyes flickering back to the man in front of you to catch what he was telling you, “ .. yeah, just a quick routine trial for B-15.” “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go now.” Holding up both hands he sends you off, “By all means.”
Walking around him you slip in the small benched area and sit across from Jeff. Waiting for either the two of you to banish the quiet, you twiddle your thumbs and his eyes jump from the floor to your shoes.
Abruptly sitting upright he face’s you and works his way to the topic of conversation, “Usually I don’t even bother with things like this.” You shift, giving him attention to the best of your ability. “I don’t ever really need to because I normally don’t care but uh.. Do you not like me? Or something?” Unwillingly your face scrunches up in disbelief, mind running a mile a minute as you say, “Why would you think that?” He tilts back until his head hits the wall behind him. “Well, I just thought that whenever you, Liz, and I are around each other you see your way out.”, he admits shrugging.
Your arms cross so fast and the change in your facial expression almost gives him whiplash when you tell him, “That’s because I want to give you lovebirds some space. I know how much you like each other.” “Oh yeah? What about that time I went to ask Heather and at the same time you just so happened to really want her to try the quiche you made?” Recalling when you had to stand with her over a trash can, offering her water often as she tried to clear her throat of the quiche you almost choked her with. Averting your line of sight from him you feel your face start to heat up while you reply, “It was good quiche okay? Nothing wrong with sharing. Besides who wouldn’t like you?”
Just as he arches his brow about to retaliate you stop him laughing, “Besides Rogan.” Taking his turn to twist his face up, he bursts out in laughter gesturing to himself and where you entered the space, “You really think me and Lizzy? Sure..”
Taking a pause before continuing, “Angel I don’t like Liz, not in the way you’re thinking of anyway. I like you.” “Oh… Really?” “Definitely.”, he shuffles closer to you. “So are we doing this?”, and you to him. “Yeah, we are.” You both lean into each other, lips just brushing against one another.
Hearing multiple sets of feet and a bunch of ‘Wow!’s and ’Whoa!’s, your head whips to face Heather, Rogan, Lizzy, Sarah, and Dave? Eating a drumstick? Of course, he’s eating it’s Dave we’re talking about. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.”
You chuckle and glance at Jeff only to catch him looking back at you in the same position, and quickly turn back to the group. Smiling, Jeff does the same. “So... what’s everybody doing here? Not that I mind your presence.”, you quickly add. Dave only waves you off with his chicken and a shrug of understanding. Heather places her hands on her hips and with a roll of her eyes tells you, “Well nosey here couldn’t believe Liz when she came and told us that he was gonna ask you out, and Sarah just invited herself.”
Nodding in belief, Jeff points his question toward the only unspoken person here, “And Dave?” Lizzy shifts her weight from one hip to the other before explaining, “I told him I’d let him pick what we’re having for lunch for next week if he could sniff you out.” Sarah and Rogan chuckle over the bribe Dave brought himself in.
Dave stops mid-bite and tells Liz off, “Hey! You said lunch AND dinner!” “Yeah, yeah..” Just before they bicker, Heather and Sarah start getting into it. Sharing a look you and Jeff are already squeezing past them, saluting -not that they were paying attention anyways- and you two are whispering and sneaking your way into the kitchen to steal whatever Liz made for dinner.