“True love never dies” - Steve goes to Peggy’s funeral and sees someone that looks so familiar and then he makes it his mission to make the woman meet up with someone who was very important to her 70 years ago… (+500 notes)
Clay Jensen: Clay wasn’t big on PDA and honestly, neither were you. You two liked to save your affectionate moments for when you were in private, so your PDA would mostly be holding hands and a hug when one of you left the other. That is, until Clay got jealous– then all rules regarding PDA were out of the window, and he’d flat out make out with you in front of the person trying to flirt with you.
You were much more into PDA than Alex. He’s a more private guy, but you loved to show your relationship off, so you’d usually be the one to initiate PDA. Alex didn’t mind when you did this, he’d always squeeze your hand when you grabbed his, or wrap his arms around you when you sat on his lap. He certainly would never deny you a kiss when you wanted one (which was always), but he the kisses were never too long or too intimate; he’d save those for the bedroom.
Jeff would love PDA because he loved to show you off. You two would never be seen together without some kind of PDA. Jeff loved kissing you in front of other people, and his arm stayed around your waist at all times. Even when you tagged along to his tutoring sessions with Clay, he’d keep a hand on your knee or your feet touching under the table. Clay would always make fun of him for his constant need to touch you, but he couldn’t help it– he loved you, and he wanted the entire world to know that you were his.
Unexpectedly, Zach’s PDA would be limited only to when he was drunk. He didn’t want to be the stereotypical jock, who only thought about “getting some.” So for this reason, Zach was very careful about PDA. He wasn’t ashamed of you at all (the complete opposite, actually) so he’d steal an occasional kiss on the cheek or just holding you in the hallway for a minute between classes. But when he was drunk? A whole ‘nother story. He’d be all over you when he was drunk– kissing you constantly, pulling you into his lap, never ceasing to hold you in his arms. These moments were some of your favorites– when he let his walls down, poured love onto you, and let the entire school know how much he cared about you.
Justin would love PDA. You two would get in trouble at school all too often for “excessive public display of affection,” but honestly, neither of you cared. Justin hated being apart from you, so he’d always be sure to have an arm around your shoulders, his lips on yours, or at the very least, his hand resting on your knee. Sometimes he’d get a bit cheeky– a hand resting a little too high on your thigh, maybe– and that’s when you’d get in trouble. But he didn’t care, especially since the PDA helped ensure that no other guy in the school would even try to flirt with you, for fear of Justin finding out.
• Lots of basketball games, where’d you’d be on the side lines holding up a cheesy sign saying “# 7 on the field # 1 in my heart.”
• Him looking and winking just as he is about to make the game winning point!
• He’d run to you after a game through the crowd, just to get his winning kiss.
“Oh no Zach! Get your sweaty self away from me.” You said running through the stands. But he catches you in less than a minute and envelopes you in his arm.
“Caught you.” He whispers
“You’re an idiot.” You say with a smile
“Yes, but I’m your idiot, so it’s okay.” He says right before he kisses you.
• Ice cream dates, he’d smile and watch you as you ate your ice cream.
“What’re you doing?” You said with a giggle, “You’re so weird.”
He rolled his eyes, “is it bad that I love my girlfriend so much I can’t help but stare at her beauty?”
You held out your spoon. “Oh shush and let me eat my ice cream in peace.” He leaned over and ate it as you gasped! “Zachary! How dare you?!”
He chucked and winked. “Maybe next time you’ll take my compliment, so I don’t have to take you ice cream.”
•Movies at the Crestmont, where you two would sit in the back and cuddle into him.
•cuddling non stop.
•lots and lots of kisses, on your forehead, nose, lips
• You always wear his letterman jacket and it’s huge on you because your boy is a giant.
“You’re tiny.” “I AM NOT.” “Y/n you are so small.” “I am average height, you fricking giant.” “Gosh you’re feisty, and you look so cute in that.” “Can I keep it.?” “No.” “But Zach…”
•he’d surprise you from behind and always make an effort to walk you to your classes.
“Zach you’re gonna be late for your class.”
“But I have to walk with you to class..”
“I’m a big girl I can walk by myself.”
“Yes, I’d rather spend time with my girl, than be in class, unless that class is Bio.”
•you and his sister are best friends, and you guys are always whispering. And he loves how good you are with her.
•his mom loving you because unlike the rest of his friends, you’re such a good influence on him. She sees the way you two love each other and can’t wait to call you her daughter-in-law
•Zach gets jealous easily, especially when you laugh at Jeff’s jokes and hang out with him. He will give you the silent treatment until you make him realize he’s the only boy for you.
“Zach, I love you. No one else”
“He’s a friend, one of my very good friends and you need to stop being jealous about small things. You know i’d never leave you.”
You kissed his forehead. “I love you okay? Don’t forget that.”
•you play video games with him, and sometimes he lets you win, just to see you smile and jump around.
“OH MY GOD. I BEAT YOU.”
Zach chuckled, “yes you did.”
“I BEAT ZACH DEMPSEY AT COD.. HOW IN THE WORLD.”
He scoops you up in his arms, “yes you did y/n, and I’ve got a prize for you.” He says as he kisses you!
•he’s super protective, especially after hearing Bryce’s tapes, and makes sure you’re never alone with him.
•He comes to you whenever he is sad, or upset about life. And the two of you cuddle and eat lots and lots of ice cream.
•You always make fun of how he’s allergic to strawberries.
“It’s kinda sad, you know? You’ll never be able to bite into a juicy strawberry.”
He rolled his eyes “yes y/n I’m so sorry that the small little fruit could possibly cause me to die.”
“I’m just saying it’s a shame, they’re so good.”
“God, you’re so mean.”
•He loves PDA when he’s drunk, but when he’s sober, he’d rather it be more personal, just between the two of you.
•He’s never fails to make you laugh, and cracks jokes just to see your eyes light up and to see your smile grow.
•When he gets drunk, all he’s does is think about you and tell you how much he loves you, and will not stop kissing you.
“My girlfriend y/n, she’s such a babe. Like damn she’s the hottest girl in the school and she’s all mine. And have I told you I love her so much.”
“Zach I’m right here.”
“You’re really pretty you know that.”
“Oh dear Zach, how much did you drink.”
• He’s always super embarrassed after hearing what he did while drunk, and you think he’s the absolute cutest.
• Zach is so fit, and loves the gym, and half the time you joke you’re dating him just for his abs.
“God you’re hot.”
He looked up at you. “Well that was random.”
“Like I’m definitely dating you for your abs.”
“Wow y/n so superficial”
“Kidding I love every little thing about you.”
“Oh sweet little y/n, nothing about me is little.”
•Zach leaves the weirdest compliments in your compliment bag, and you keep them all to look at whenever you need to smile.
•Justin being like another brother to you and always jokes about how you have Zach wrapped around your finger.
•Justin and Zach are so close you always joke that he’s Zach’s boyfriend.
“Hi I’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Zach and his boyfriend Justin.”
• He always tells you the cheesiest science jokes, because he’s a bio nerd.
“Hey y/n, are you DNA helicase cause I’d like to unzip your genes.”
“You’re an idiot”
•Zach dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you and growing old, because you’re everything and more he’d ever imagine in a girl.
A/N: So I’m writing this because I can’t find any Scott Reed imagines up here and I feel like the show should have developed his character more. Since we all had to give up for Monty (that little piece of shit) I hope that this new one will get more screen time in season 3.
In this imagine he will be the one to send the Polaroids to Clay because I thought it was him at first and it just seems to fit better.
Scott Reed x Reader, and a bit of bestfriend!Justin Foley because I can’t resist.
A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
“Baby, your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”
Jeff turned, his face changing as he looked at her. He lit up, grinned, and looked her up and down. “Hey babe! Listen, tell Clay he’s being stupid alright?”
She sighed, holding out his drink. “Coke for you, and Clay, you’re being an idiot.”
“I’m leaving.” Clay threw up his hands, exasperated.
“Woah,” (Y/n) lunged forward, catching his arm. Something was obviously wrong, he always played along with her and Jeff, and he was nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “What’s up Clay? You alright?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged out of her grip. “I just wanna go home alright?”
“Hannah kicked him out of the bedroom.” Jeff said, crossing his arms. “And now Clay’s being a baby and won’t go talk to her about it. Go talk to her Clay.”
“Leave him alone,” She elbowed his side. “If Clay is too afraid to–”
“I’m not afraid!” Clay snapped. He looked between the two of them, mouth moving soundlessly, and he growled, spinning on his heel and charging towards the house. “I know what you two assholes are doing!” He shouted over his shoulder, shoving Zach out of the way as he reentered the house, flashing you both the middle finger.
“Wow.” (Y/n) laughed softly, looking up at Jeff and cradling her Palm Bay in both hands. “He is so whipped.”
“Yup.” Jeff wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. “How’re you doing?”
She tilted her face up, kissing him softly. He smiled against her mouth, teeth catching her bottom lip playfully, and she shivered. But there were too many jocks around to really get into it right now. Damn the jocks. She broke away, taking a sip of her drink to keep from kissing him again. “I’m good. You? Jessica managed to remove her tongue from inside Justin’s mouth long enough to tell me they need more beer, and Sheri’s moving the car so you can get out.”
He nodded, attention a little too focused on her mouth and not enough on what she was saying. She nudged his side and he sighed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah I’m good. There’s no vodka in this right?” He wiggled the red cup.
She shook her head. “You have practice tomorrow, I figured you wouldn’t want to drink anymore.”
He kissed her temple, pulling her harder against his side until she was drowning in the smell of him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thanks baby.”
“Love you.” She mumbled into his chest. Booze made her sentimental.
“Love you too.” He smiled down at her. “You wanna come?”
She nodded. He slid his hand down her back, giving her ass a quick pat. She smacked his hand, laughing, and he grinned down at her, pulling her towards the car. They settled in, and his hand found her knee, tapping a beat against the side of her leg as he turned on the car and the radio started blasting. He started singing along to some country song that made her roll her eyes, but when he looked at her dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at her, she was forced to sing along.
“OH AND I’M HIGH ON LOVING YOU, HIGH ON LOVING YOU!” He pointed to her, bobbing his head.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I love you too.” He winked at her as he pulled into the beer store parking lot. “Wait here while I run in?” He asked, getting out of the car.
“No I’ll come.” She reached for her door handle, but Jeff pointed the control at the car and clicked the lock button. The door handle jerked in her hand, but the door stayed closed. “Seriously?” She undid the lock, and he pressed the button again, winking at her. He grabbed the passenger side handle, pressed the button again, and opened the door for her.
“M’lady.” He smiled with a mock-bow.
She rolled her eyes. “You are so lame.”
He leaned forward, pecking her lips. “I love you.”
She sighed, taking his hand as he led her towards the store. “I love you too you big dork.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, and her arms slid around his waist as they browsed the store, grabbing a couple six packs and some more coolers. He also grabbed a bag of chips, some candy, and a smoothie that he knew she liked. She kissed him again for that, pressing his back against the freezer. His hands found her ass, her fingers tangled in his hair and played with his earring, and they didn’t stop until he mumbled something about getting frostbite in a place that would stop this from going much further into the sensitive skin of her neck. She laughed, pushing him away and squeezing her legs a little closer together as they walked over to the cash register. He pinched her ass while they waited in line, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. As punishment, she rolled her hips backwards, grinding them against his front subtly, making him groan. Served him right, trying to tease her. Little asshole.
He payed fast, practically throwing money at the cashier, grabbed (y/n) around the knees, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing and kicking and smacking his back.
“Put me down you idiot!” She laughed. “What the hell Jeff?” She bumped his stomach with her knee, causing him to grunt.
“Whoops.” She said sarcastically. “Put me down.”
Don’t move so much babe, I’m gonna drop the beer.” He nudged her hip with his chin, shifting the heavy box between his hands.
“Maybe if you put me down I could help carry stuff.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she was blushing and enjoying her lovely view of his ass.
“Just enjoy the view babe.” He teased, approaching the car. “Shit you’re heavy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks honey, I love you too.”
He put the beer on top of the car and put her down, barely giving her a second to adjust to the change in gravity before he had her back pressed against the car door, fingers tunneling into her hair as he kissed her. She laughed against his mouth, running her hands over his chest, and then pushed him away gently.
“Baby,” he groaned, bumping his hips gently against hers.
“We can’t,” she shook her head, breathless. “Gotta take the beer back, then check on Clay and Hannah, drive them home, and then we can go home and–” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, mind wandering to why exactly they could do when they got home.
His eyes widened when he saw where her mind was going. “Really?” He asked, voice husky.
She nodded. “But we’ve gotta go fast, before I change my mind.”
“Fuck yes.” He lunged forward, gave her one more rough kiss, and then all but forced her into the car. He grinned as he got into the driver’s seat, right hand settling on her thigh. “I’m gonna get you home so fast your head will spin.” He promised, fingers tapping a beat against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “But after, we’re doing this shit slow.”
She laughed as he jerked the car into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. The tires actually squeaked, and she heard the beer sliding in the back seat.
“Slow down Jeff!” She laughed, grabbing the door handle for support as he took a sharp turn. “You know we have to be alive to–”
Something hit the floor, glass clinking, and she swore, twisting in her seat. Jeff slowed down considerably, both because they were approaching a busier street and because she was undoing her seatbelt.
“What are you doing?”
“The beer’s gonna fall.” She shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it, put your seatbelt on.” He looked down at her as she twisted in the seat, climbing over the plastic space between the two seats to reach the back. “Seriously babe. It’s not safe for you to be doing that. Crap.” He twisted the wheel violently to make the turn onto a backroad as they drew closer to Jessica’s house.
“Shit!” she swore. “Jeff keep your eyes on the road.”
“Maybe if you stayed in your seat you wouldn’t be bumping around back there.” He shot a look at her, getting an eyeful of her jean-clad ass. “Why am I complaining again?” He turned his attention back to the road.
“It’s fine.” She groaned, twisting back into her seat, the box of drinks in her hands. “See? I got it.” She smiled at him.
“So flexible.” He winked at her, slowing down at the intersection. “Come on baby put your seatbelt on.”
“Alright alright,” she nodded, balancing the box of beer onto the dashboard and twisting to put on her seatbelt. “You’re such a mom Jeff you know that?”
“Come on you love it.” He looked at her in the mirror as he sped up again. “But I mean, I prefer being called–”
Everything happened really fast. One second he was making an innuendo, the next another car sped through the intersection, slamming into the back of the car. They fishtailed, cars sliding on the wet asphalt, and (y/n) screamed. Jeff spun the wheel, slamming on the brakes, as the car slid towards the concrete barrier. They both jerked forward, (y/n) slamming into Jeff’s outstretched arm. The beer slid off the dashboard and slammed into (y/n)’s legs. The car slid to a stop, and they both sat there, panting.
Jeff swallowed, looking over at (y/n) who was staring at him with wide eyes. She didn’t seem aware of the sticky beer splashed across her chest, stomach and lap, or the metal can balancing on her knee. Her knuckles were white, wrapped around the armrest of the door, and all the blood had rushed from her face. He lowered his arm, resting his hand on her knee. He tightened his grip on her thigh until his hand stopped shaking.
“A-are you,” Jeff swallowed, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, still looking at him with wide eyes.
“You sure?” He looked down at the beer in her lap. “Babe you’re covered in beer.”
She nodded again. “Baby, did you–” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, “did you just soccer mom me?”
“What?” He laughed, a sharp, nervous bark, but it was enough. They both started breathing again. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest, and he started running his thumb over her thigh, his other hand releasing a death grip he didn’t realize he had on the doorknob. “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”
She blinked, running her hand through her hand again. “I um, no. My legs really fucking hurt.”
“Seriously?” Jeff put the car in park and took off his seatbelt, turning in his seat. “Shit what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I just– oh my god!” She pointed at the window and Jeff jumped, twisting in his seat. His heart skipped a beat when he saw an old man tap on the glass of his window. He swallowed, turning to look at (y/n), who shrugged, eyes like saucers. He turned back to the window, keeping his hand on her leg.
“Um, hi?” He rolled down the window.
“Are you alright?” The old man asked, looking onto the car with a face full of concern. “I’m so sorry! I was on the phone, I wasn’t looking, I- I’m so sorry. Are you two okay?” He leaned forward to get a closer look at (y/n), making Jeff’s grip tighten on her thigh. “Are you okay honey?”
(Y/n) nodded shakily. “Are- are you okay sir?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me sweetheart. Are you sure you two are alright?” The old man was practically shaking as he looked between the two of them, wringing phone between his hands in guilt. He reminded Jeff of his own granddad. “We should call 911.”
Jeff shook his head. His seventeen year old girlfriend was probably still a little buzzed, and he wasn’t sure what his blood alcohol content was. He knew he was okay to drive, and that he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to risk it. “We’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, listen I- I dented the back of your car. I should pay for the damage.” The man reached for his wallet. “I can–”
“That’s okay.” Jeff interrupted, but the man wouldn’t be stopped.
“Give me your home number at least. I’ll get in touch with your parents, we’ll figure this out.”
The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Jeff eventually gave in. The two swapped contact information, and Jeff called his parents, explaining what had happened and letting the man talk to them. Jeff turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
“Are you okay?” He asked, half inside the car, leaning over the driver’s seat to look at her. “You’ve got glass and crap on you.”
“I’m fine.” She nodded.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glass littering her lap, the drying beer and streaks of blood from where the glass had cut her up. “Baby–”
“I promise I’m okay.” She nodded again. “My eyes are up here Jeff.” He chuckled softly, more to humour her than anything else, and tore his eyes up to meet hers. They were wide and shiny with nervous tears, and he reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“I love you.” He said quietly, trying to put as much meaning as he could into the three words they had been tossing around casually all night. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She gave him a watery smile, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I promise.”
Four hours later, after the cops and ETM had cleared them to go home, and (y/n)’s parents had taken her home to pick up some stuff, she was in his room, lying on his bed. Their parents had allowed them to have a sleepover, the first one they knew about, after what had happened. It wasn’t even a dangerous accident, but everyone was freaked out. (Y/n)’s parents approved of him, and while her dad was obviously not thrilled by the sleepover, all four parents had agreed that the two of them needed this. And while Jeff wanted to convince everyone that he was fine and that nothing was wrong, he wasn’t going to argue with a parent-approved night spent with his girlfriend.
At first (y/n) had stood hesitantly in his doorway, her hands playing nervously with the strap of her duffel bag. “I um, I know we had… other plans for tonight, but,” she sighed.
“Hey,” He laughed softly, getting off the bed and walking over to her, pulling her into a hug with his right arm. His left shoulder was sore from the jerk of his seat belt. “You’re on a crapton of pain killers because of your legs, and I’ve got a sore shoulder, plus, you know, we almost died earlier, so get in my bed and cuddle with me.”
She smiled. “You’re not upset we’re not gonna do anything else?”
“My parents are in the other room with their ears to the door probably, so we weren’t gonna get much done anyway.” He shrugged. When she rolled his eyes and smacked his chest he pulled her tighter against his side and kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine baby. I just wanna hold you.”
“You’re perfect.” She mumbled, looking up at him and smiling. “I love you Jeff.”
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, sliding both arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him, ignoring the twinge of pain through his shoulder. Her hands slid up his stomach, grabbing fistfuls of the loose t-shirt he was wearing and tugging his closer. He felt her shiver against him and pulled away, looking down in concern. Her bottom lip quivered and his eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
“I–” Her voice cracked, and tears spilled out of her eyes. She hid her forehead in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I just, I–” her breath hitched. “I just can’t shake this feeling that something really bad just happened.”
“Why?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close. “Baby we’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
“I know but– but–” she shuddered, a sob slipping free as she slid her arms around his waist.
Jeff walked backwards, pulling her with him until they reached the bed. He sat down, tugging her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in the space where his neck met his shoulder and cried.
“We’re okay,” he said quietly, running his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re both fine. My shoulder’s gonna be sore for a couple weeks, and you’re gonna be kinda bruised, and probably not be able to wear shorts for a while, which now that I think about it is actually pretty terrible I take back everything I just said this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us.”
She laughed, sniffling, and wiped her eyes. “Shut up dummy.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “See? We’re okay.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t imagine losing you.”
“Well you’re not going to, so problem solved.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m not going anywhere okay baby? And I promise I’m gonna drive safer, and I’m never gonna scare you like this any more okay?”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She shook her head, wiggling out of his lap and lying down. She grabbed his snuggle-pillow and wrapped her arms around it. “It was just scary you know? I thought we were gonna hit the concrete, and I could just see it, I could see smoke, and, and blood, and you weren’t moving, and–” her eyes welled up with tears again.
Jeff lay down on his side, propping himself up on his arm. “Come here.”
She moved forward so he could wrap his arm around her waist. “I’m sorry,” she shrugged, sniffling again, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. I just want you to hold me.”
“Well that I can do.” Jeff smiled softly, laying down on his back. “Oh wait, hang on a second.” She moved back, giving him room to sit up. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then winked at her. She snorted and he wiggled his eyebrows. “How much does this make you feel better?” He asked, flexing his chest and arms.
She laughed softly. “Much better. Thank you baby.”
He lay back down, kissing the tip of her nose, and patted his chest. “Come here to me honey.” He dropped his voice and wiggled his eyebrows again. (Y/n) giggled and rested her head on top of his chest, sliding her hands around his waist and hooking one leg over both of his. He wrapped his arms around her back, one hand reaching up to play with the ends of her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles against her hip. He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Jeff Atkins.” (Y/n) mumbled sleepily.
He hummed, his chest rumbling. “I love you too beautiful. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
Authors Note: Hey guys! Just to let you know, the boys’ dialogue is written in italics, I’m sorry for any confusion and I hope you enjoy :)
To you Justin Foley was the new boy next door. He was cheeky and incredibly flirtatious with you, even when he caught your eye at school he still managed to make you smile. Your parents initially had their personal reservations about Justin because of his troublesome background but they soon came around to loving him, as did you. Justin would always catch you on your way to school so you two could walk in together “Morning, beautiful” “Sup, Foley”
Being a new transfer student to Liberty High, you were surprised to have received an invite to the upcoming weekend house party. Despite parties not being your favourite social setting you figured it would be the best way to meet new people and make friends. Here, you met Alex. The boy with the impeccable fashion taste and sarcastic tongue. “Hey, it’s Y/N right?” “Yeah, Alex? I think you’re in my music class?” “ That’s me, it’s nice to see someone with some social depth at one of these things” “Thanks, I’m guessing you’re having copious amounts of fun then?” “It’s a party, so I’m pretending to have fun. (see gif) Now that you’re here though I might not have to pretend”
Over the summer your parents had practically forced you to take a job at the towns local theatre, in an attempt to help grow your independence as well as simply getting you out of the house; a decision you honestly didn’t feel too fondly about. The only positive to your first day at work was meeting Clay. Clay Jenson. He was adorably awkward and sweet, making you physically unable to stop smiling whenever you were around him. Somehow this one guy made the rest of your working summer seem exciting. “Hey Clay, maybe I was wrong. Maybe this summer won’t suck that much after all.” “It won’t, well… not if I can help it, Y/N.”
Your best friend Clay Jenson had lost yet another bet with his older friend, Jeff Atkins. Thus resulting in the both of you attending a generic and seemingly underwhelming high school party. Personally, you had never had the pleasure of meeting Jeff until that unexpectedly amazing night. Clay had always admired the guy, which made Jeff’s perfect first impression to you even more genuine. The two of you instantly hit it off. “I’m sorry Jenson but where on earth have you been hiding Y/N? She’s crazy beautiful.”
Despite seeing Zach around the corridors of Liberty High and catching his more than impressive performance in the odd couple of basketball games, the two of you had never really been given the opportunity to speak. That was until Mrs Bradley decided to pair you two up for a class project. Zach was a lot sweeter than you had imagined and the two of you ended up getting along really well. “Not going to lie, Y/N, I’m kinda sad this little project is over.” “Really?” “Yeah, now I need to find another good excuse to hang out with you everyday.”
Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out. I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to them for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.
Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader
Warnings : Oral sex
Words count : 1,428
A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!
I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.
Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.
I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.
Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.
“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.
“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.
“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”
Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”
I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.
His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.
“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.
“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.
He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.
“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.
“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.
Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.
My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.
“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.
My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.
“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.
He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.
“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.
“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made me laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.
- You are his number one kryptonite, seeing you would calm him down and remember not to be such a dick
- He TOTALLY changes around you, like??? No one would ever imagine him as a hopeless romantic but with you he’s this whole other person, without the cold hard exterior
- He’s not used to this kind side of himself that you bring out, and he does everything he can to impress you like you guys first time he did that cliche rose petals on bed with candles and music
- seeing the open tabs on his phone from wikihow saying “How not to be an asshole” ever since he liked you
- MEGA protective and always on your side, defending you to the end and god forbid someone stares at you for too long
- skips school w you, driving you to the beach to just relax, eat some food
- He could check you out foreverrrrr, and he doesn’t care if you catch him he just winks ;)))))
- mega flirt w you he’ll use the cheesiest pickup lines on you even though you’re already dating
- he has a motorcycle this is canon no it’s not im a liar but I wish it was and he’ll go for rides w you
- he loves having you on his lap even if there’s no need for it, and slides his arms around your waist
- he’s hella touchy and if he gets jealous all hell breaks loose he’ll never ever let you go and make sure to kiss you, and will definitely stare down whoever dare stare at you for more than 5 seconds
- contrary to what you’d think he’s so great at comforting you when you’re sad, you don’t even have to explain to him in the moment he’ll understand instantly and just hug you and let you cry it out
- Bryce hitting on you and Monty beating the shit out of him threatening to kill him, intimidating, “Never look at Y/N. Don’t even think of Y/N. If you get near Y/N again, the second I see you you’re dead. You hear me?”
- LATE NIGHT NETFLIX WATCHING
- Late night drives to fast food places yes yes yes
A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault
The sun was
shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday
and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying
loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around,
snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso,
while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you
began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the
weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare
possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make
sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on
your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the
smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him
a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could
hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew
you were awake. “Morning, papi
chulo.” He groaned at
the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He
whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No
please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to
get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.”
He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone.
“You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss
on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in
bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter.
“Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said,
after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)”
You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering
over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away
from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to
close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did
you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your
lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down
his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips,
while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said
to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off
you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.”
He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I
couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you
were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I
told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t
understand them.” He
whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love
it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He
asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That
one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his
hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned
Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest,
biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his
upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast
turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even
closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his
chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my
parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over
kissing your collarbone. “Entonces
bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he
chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands
over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing
his shoulder blade. “Podría
acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He
whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What
do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his
shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling
in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the
future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I
mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled
his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You
pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are
gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día? (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at
you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased
and he rolled his eyes. “Te
amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled
kissing your lips softly. “Yo
también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered
back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we
are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and
Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want
to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed
approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck.
“God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he
nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me
too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are
the cheesy one. Pero te
quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling
down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand
and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said
and you smiled at his words.
and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip
pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed
the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You
laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned
around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can
flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh
baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He
looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man
then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the
pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the
pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes,
now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from
behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t
keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married
and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled
against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?”
You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big
smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand
going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we
can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your
ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.”
Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway,
suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until
this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still
wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting
them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a
smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few
hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you
sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were
watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last
night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs.
Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.”
Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates
out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.
After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes
joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their
weekend. “Deténgase, por
favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to
mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before
kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention
back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its
place. “Y/N, podrías traerme
una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins
and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to
Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?”
Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and
his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your
mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He
asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry
honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t
understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his
lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your
forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo.
(I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss
to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you
speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh
and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled,
placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled
before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking
your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room.
Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner
when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it,
you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips.
“That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he
was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You
laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his
breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added
and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the
stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when
you speak Spanish.