beer-run

The River

The town I grew up in was surrounded by a river. No matter which road you took leaving town you had to cross it. The ancient, muddy Big Sioux River. Every spring and sometimes in the summer it would rage and flood until it felt like the town was under siege. No one could leave and no one could enter until it subsided.

Coming home from the bar one night, my grandfather missed the bridge. He was going almost one hundred miles an hour when he jumped the river crashing into the opposite bank. He was decapitated. His body impaled by the steering column. They never did find his head.

Strangely enough, some twenty years earlier while fishing in that same river, he reeled in the top part of a human skull. He took it to the Sheriff who sent it off to the lab in the city. They tested it and found that it was over 200 hundred years old and most likely Native American. The lab returned the skull to the Sheriff and he gave it back to my Grandfather.

Grandfather kept the skull in the basement. He’d take it out and show it to you if he had a couple beers in him. I held it in my hands after he died. I wondered if it was somehow his skull and time was a strange circle.

When I was ten I saw my first dead body. It was on the bank of that same river, off a different road. Some guy wrecked his motorcycle in the night. His body lay next to the river under a blue tarp the cops had thrown over him. My dad pulled his truck over on the other side of the bridge and we walked back across to where the cops were. We leaned over the rail of the bridge right over the tarp as one of the cops pulled it off. A heavy set dude lay there, almost like he was asleep. But he was so white it was startling. He was also wearing an Earl Campbell football jersey, the same kind Cristopher Cross wore in a video for his mega 1980 hit “Sailing.”

When I was in college, I woke up one morning after a long night of debauchery and someone had covered me up with a blue tarp. I’d passed out in the back yard. When I first opened my eyes I didn’t know what the hell was going on. The world was on fire in blue. I thought I was dead under a tarp like that guy I’d seen when I was a kid. I swear I could actually hear the words to that Christopher Cross song.

“Well, it’s not far down to paradise, at least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility”

When I was 14 my best friend and I drove a couple of girls down to the river and parked maybe a hundred yards from where I’d seen the dead guy in the Earl Campbell jersey. My buddy and one girl took off with a 6-pack to build a fire in a clearing. I just kinda sat there as I hadn’t been alone with a girl since I was a little kid. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I told her about the body I’d seen when I was a kid. She wanted to see where. I chugged the rest of my beer and grabbed a couple fresh ones, pointing out the way.

She laughed and dashed off and I dizzily chased her. She was pretty, far too pretty for me. I caught up with her by the bridge and told her the body had been on the other side. She grabbed a beer from me and cracked it open, accidentally spraying herself. She squealed like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I took off my t-shirt. She wiped her face with it, then ran off under the bridge to the other side.

She stopped where there was a bunch of gardenia plants all abloom. “This is the spot,” I said. “His family must have planted them,” she said, half shocked and half sad. I instinctively reached out to comfort her and she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me full on the mouth. I almost passed out from the excitement and the beer and the running and the perfume and the gardenias and the death.

Three years later she shot herself in the heart with a 12-gauge shotgun. She was pregnant. It wasn’t mine. I’d broken up with her more than a year before.

It didn’t make any goddamn sense. After I heard about it, I got in my car and drove. I wanted to get the fuck out of that stupid little town. Of course, it had been raining for three days and the river had flooded. So I pulled over and watched it. The water was raging in wild white cap torrents and I wondered if the bridge would hold.

Too Soon - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing


“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.

“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”

“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.

As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.

“Babe, knock knock?”

“Not another one J.”

“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”

“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.

“Oh. Knock knock?”

“Who’s there?” I sigh.

“A broken pencil” he smiles.

“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.

“Never mind it’s poin-”

“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke. 

“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.  

As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.

“Babe really” I laugh.

“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”

“No”

“Yes”

“Noo babe”

“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”

“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”

“Who’s there” he cooed.

“Al.” I smirk.

“Al who?” 

“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it. 

“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.

“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.

“Jeff” I whisper.

“Yes y/n?”

“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.

He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.

“Jeff please” I moan.

“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.

He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.

“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.

“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.

“Jeff!” I scream.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.

“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I  whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.

“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown. 

“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.

He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.

“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back. 

“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans. 

“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.

“J-JEFF!” I scream.

He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.

“Knock knock?”

“Who’s there” I laugh. 

“I love”

“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.

“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.

“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.


*Tomorrow Night*

“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.

“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.

“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up. 

“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up. 

“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.

“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.

“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”

“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.

“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.

“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.

“Get a room!”

“Jess, your room is upstairs!”

“Get it Foley!”

Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.

“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”

Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”

I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”

He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.

“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”

I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.

“Okay fine, just be careful J.”

“I will baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.


*4 Weeks Later*

Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone. 

“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation. 

“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.

“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.

“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.

“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.

I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read 

Jeff Atkins

World’s greatest son 

world’s best companion

Even a better dad

Gone but never forgotten.

“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’


A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.

thin lines (m)

pairing: reader x park jimin

summary: park jimin was famous for being a fratboy, a cutie with a booty, and for being a pain in the ass. yet, somehow, you still ended up in his bed. 

genre/count: smut and fluff [ nc-17 ]   |   7.8k words

a/n: i started writing this at work and enjoyed it way too much :’)

Jimin liked to think himself easygoing. He could sweet talk anyone, worm his way into people’s lives and fit himself all snug in their hearts. It was just a charm of his, he supposed. He wasn’t too judgmental or strict, liked to be the good cop to everyone’s bad cop (especially Yoongi in the frat).

But there was something about you that just irritated the fuck out of him. It wasn’t as if you were unpleasant, no. You were pleasant to everyone except him. You were always so effortlessly fucking gorgeous. You never looked snobby or pretentious and he would do you ten out of ten. So he wasn’t quite sure what it was that nagged at the back of his mind about you.

It was during one of his fraternity’s house parties, Hoseok’s this time because he had just gotten the opportunity to perform his choreography in the department’s annual showcase, hence making it a good cause to celebrate. Jimin had entered, tipsy from the pre-game at Taehyung’s place with a handful of new pledges and Taehyung had announced his entrance as he always did. “Your party god and savior, Kim Taehyung, is finally here!” A few of the guys who were all too familiar with his antics waved him off. Jimin just laughed.

It was a little over midnight when Jimin found the music a little too loud, so he staggered over to the kitchen in search of a glass of water to relieve the dryness in the back of his throat. He’s found a few potential girls he could hook up with tonight but none he was too interested in.

However, the sight of another figure halted his footsteps. You stood there nursing your own drink, clad in the shortest pair of leather shorts that curved around your ass nicely, a top that was tantalizing enough to have his dick twitching in his pants but elegant enough to keep it classy. Not to mention that choker that wrapped around your neck. Fuck. You were laughing with a new pledge from his frat and he could already tell that the kid was interested but he couldn’t help the asshole in him when it came to you.

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

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  • He’s such a sweetheart 
  • But he’s so shell shocked
  • You could have picked anyone and you picked him
  • Smiley Jeff
  • You asking him out
  • Again, he’s shocked
  • He’s totally and utterly whipped
  • His teammates tease him 
  • “She’s got you wrapped around her finger bro.”
  • Blushing Jeff
  • Hand holding
  • PDA
  • Going on movie dates at the Crestmont
  • Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you
  • “Oh Jeff!”
  • Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing
  • Clay pretending to be Jeff
  • “I couldn’t live without you (Y/n).”
  • To piss them off, you start making out in front of them
  • “You two make me sick.”
  • “For once, I agree with helmet.”
  • Being Tony’s best friend and him teasing the both of you
  • Tony being one of your biggest shippers
  • “I made this happen.  Don’t forget it on your wedding day.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “I mean it.  If I’m not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.”
  • First ‘I love you’ being 100% romantic
  • Jeff taking you out to stargaze
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Both muttering a breathless first ‘I love you’ to each other 
  • Cuddling until dawn
  • Going to parties together
  • Jeff does not go out on the beer run
  • #jeffatkinssurvived
  • Being the IT couple
  • He gives you a promise ring before you graduate
  • “I’m going to marry you one day.”
  • “And I’ll be waiting for that day.”
  • You two never lose your spark
  • Being the best couple
  • Your personalities compliment each other so well
  • When you do get married, it’s magical
  • On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic
  • Writing the best vows
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • You swoon
  • Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Breathlessly muttering your first ‘I love you’ as a married couple
  • Tony is the best man
  • “Thank you for choosing me.  I love you both so much.”
  • Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you
  • “Go get her Atkins.”
  • “I love you Jeffrey Atkins.”
  • “I love you (Y/n) Atkins.”
Stay With Me

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car accident.

A/N: This came to me when I was at the library and the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith came on. Let me know what you think? I’ll do it as part of my Jeff x Reader series. ALSO I will be doing all of my requests as well, and some of them that I do will just be your memories of Jeff. Should I make it a separate series? Let me know what you guys think! :D

This is just a preview!

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me? Because I was thinking,” your boyfriend rubs his thumb across your lip. “We can stop and…” he trails off, biting his lip.

You roll your eyes. “You get a taste and now you can’t stop.”

He chuckles at that. “Technically I didn’t get to taste you,” he grins when notices how your cheeks turn pink. “But that can change.”

Suddenly a body bumps into you from behind. “She can’t go anywhere,” Hannah, who has had too much drink, slurs. “She has to stay here and… and…”

“Fine,” Jeff huffs. “Hog my baby.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Hurry back,” you lean up and kiss him softly. “We can take advantage of one of the rooms. I’ll let you have another taste.”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” another peck to his lips you watch him walk over to his car. Why he volunteered to do a beer run was beyond you. Once he’s gone, you turn to Hannah. “You’re a mess.”

She giggles. “No, I’m clean!”

 You sigh and wave Clay over who just walked out of the house. “Where’s Jeff?”

“Beer run,” you answer and he frowns.

“But he’s been drinking.”

“He had two beers, two hours ago,” you chuckle. “He’s fine.”

You and Clay try to handle a tipsy Hannah, but she was a sassy drunk. She took her empty beer cup and throws it at Alex. Your brother raises a brow. “Why did she throw a cup at me?”

You can’t help but laugh at that, “She must’ve mistaken you for the trash can.”

“Ha ha ha,” Alex gives you the finger. You laugh again.

But your laugh was cut off by the sound of tires squealing and the sound of- “Oh god, Clay,” you cry. “Jeff!”

———————————–

You woke up to feeling of something on your face. You sit up and blink the sleep out of your eyes. It’s Jeff’s fingers, twitching against your cheek. Your eyes widen, “Help! He’s awake!”

———————————–

The Doctor opens the door, giving you the okay to go in. “Come on, sweetie,” Mrs. Akins takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze. You look over at Clay and Hannah, both of them giving you a smile.

When you walk into the room, the first thing you want to do is throw yourself into his arms, but you don’t. He’s sitting up, but he still looks weak. The doctor follows in behind you.

“Look who’s here to see you, Jeff,” he gives a smile. “Your family. They’ve been here since day one,” he points to you. “Especially this one.”

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Atkins rushes over to her only child. “I was so worried- we all were.”

“We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Mr. Atkins adds in.

“When can I go home?” Jeff asks, voice rough. “I hate hospitals.”

“Soon baby, soon.”

His eyes move from his mom to you. You smile, “I’ve missed you.”

He’s quiet. Then, he tilts his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, but… do I know you?”

jeff atkins as your boyfriend

  • i haven’t even begun and i’m sobbing
  • jeff is one of the very few decent jocks at the school and one of the most sweetest boys ever
  • despite him telling Clay so much about how to get Hannah and how to be a smooth talker he literally face planted when he tried to ask you out the first time
  • he got so flustered & embarrassed he just pretended he asked you to meet him outside to help him with maths homework (that’s when he properly asks you out in the library w/ flowers awww)
  • you two went to the cinema for your first date where Clay and Hannah gave you free popcorn & drinks, while laughing at Jeff cause he finally grew the balls to ask you out
  • “At least I can ask the girl i want out, can’t say the same for Clay.”
  • cue awkward silence between clay n hannah while the two of you quickly skadaddle away to watch the movie
  • it went rlly well Jeff even pulled the cliche yawning and wrapping his arm around you thing
  • he drove you home and you gave him a lil peck on the cheek before you went inside, he was still blushing when he went to sleep that night aww
  • he tells you such cute things in Spanish but won’t tell you what they mean unless u speak Spanish then he’s stumped
  • you don’t take his letterman jacket he gives it to you when you went to one of his baseball matches since you were cold and bc you are obviously his no.1 fan??
  • he loves wrapping you up in his jumper and how it smells like you once you give it back if you give it back lol 
  • he got so giddy when you kissed him for the first time when he brought you out to get ice cream for your 3rd date & he finally asked you to be his girlfriend
  • when he went home that night he told his mom & dad everything and doesn’t shut up about you for the next 3904820 years
  • he always leave cute lil notes in your locker like “head up hermosa!” or “you look stunning my cariñoa”
  • Jeff is basically a koala bear, you’re trying to study in the library? you’re in his lap and he’s nuzzling you. You’re talking to a friend? He’s wrapped you up from behind. You’re both at home chilling? He’s nappin’ on ya booty
  • he’s usually covering you in kisses & makin u red but once you kiss that lil sweet spot on his jaw you can bet your ass he’s as red as a lobster
  • his kisses are either quick and simple or loooonnnnggg and sensual ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • he forever teases you about the time you two were in the middle of heated makeout session on his couch and his parents suddenly came home an hour earlier than expected 
  • they were just happy Jeff finally found someone good for him :) 
  • and you and his mom end up bonding & Jeff knows he’s found his soulmate  
  • you had gone to Jessica’s party with Jeff  & you two were the wingpeople for clay and hannah the whole night
  • Until he went on the dreaded beer run :’(
  • except it wasn’t a dreaded beer run because you convinced him to stay at the party with you and let some other jock do it, because you two had to find out what happened between clay & hannah
  • so sadly a different student died that night nd Jeff beat himself about it for a long time because he wasn’t the one in the car but you were there for him every single time
  • there’s those tender moments when Jeff will feel really vulnerable and stare at you with such intensity and love & you will kiss away all his worries
  • on more than one occasion Bryce would make a fleeting comment about you and you had to literally sit on Jeff so he wouldn’t throw fists at him
  • Clay becomes the third wheel at Jeff’s study sessions but Clay is just happy ya boi has found the one for him
  • Jeff always takes you out an spontaneous road trips, you sitting in the passenger seat, legs on his lap and the windows rolled down, blasting your shared playlist
  • once you two get more comfortable in your relationship there’s been more than one mishap when your guardian(s) gave out to you about those hickeys on your neck :))
  • his lockscreen is of you wearing his letterman jacket while looking out at the sunset (artsy amirite)
  • yours is of him caught offguard with ice cream on his nose, aw
  • he always remembers the little, insignificant things about you as well as your anniversary dates!!
  • he doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does he’ll turn into a grumpy child and won’t talk until you pepper his face with kisses and have a movie marathon w/ him, only then is he a happy camper 
  • in all jeffery atkins issa perfect boyfriend who deserves the entire world :)))
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Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “15 - Jeff Atkins”

Prompt:

15. “It was the fifth time I’m calling her phone.”

Word count: 1.960

Posted: 14th of May 2017

A/N: An imagine in a Sunday night. It sucks that tomorrow is Monday again, I am not ready for the struggles that I may face this week. I hate school, because people suck!
Anyways, I hope you like this imagine and I would love to receive some feedbacks from you. Thank you so much for reading.

P.S.: I am not taking part 2 requests as I have lots of imagines to write. Sorry!

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: some bad words


“I’m going on a beer run soon, babe,” Your boyfriend, Jeff, informed you as he left some sweet and gentle kisses on your neck. “do you want to go with me?”

“Jeff, you aren’t driving!” You stopped him as you knew that he had some drinks during the night. “Ask someone else to buy some beer.”

You were in one of Jessica’s parties and people were having fun, alcohol was the main protagonist of the party and it was Jeff’s task to buy some if they ever ran out of them.

“Babe, I’m fine.” He sat on the empty side of the couch beside you and he grabbed your hand. “I had two beers, two hours ago.”

“Jeff!” You warned him, but he just let out some soft giggles. He knew how protective you were when it came to alcohol and your boyfriend. You hated him when he put his life in risks and you couldn’t help but discuss over it.

“Babe, I am sober and I promise.” He assured you as he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. “So, are you coming with me?”

“Alright, fine!” You rolled your eyes as Jeff gave you a sweet wide smile. His smile revealed his white and perfect teeth and you honestly loved them so much, his smile was so contagious that it convinced you to smile back at him.

“I love you so much.” Jeff whispered and your world stopped as you felt some butterflies in your stomach. You honestly felt the sincerity in his voice and it still hit you every time, nevertheless you were together for months.

“I love you too, Atkins!” You giggled as you pressed your lips on his cheek, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you more, no lies!” He debated and before you could open your mouth to speak, he pulled you by your chin and he leant in to give you a sweet kiss.

It made you smile and you felt the sparks running through your veins as he deepened the kiss between the two of you. He pulled you closer to him as he played with your hair and you seriously found that adorable and relaxing.

“Atkins, we ran out of beer!” Some alcoholic asshole stated and he interrupted the kiss between the two of you. Jeff groaned in annoyance and you could say that he preferred to stay with you on the couch rather than buying some beer for the crowd.

“Go on, Atkins!” People cheered for Jeff and you saw your boyfriend rolling his eyes as you were both obliged to stop what you were doing.

“Alright, I’m going!” He finally stated and the crowd hollered louder. You both stood up from the couch, him grabbing your hand tightly to lead you the way out.

You went to the parking lot, but Sheri’s white Jeep was blocking your boyfriend’s car, meaning that you needed to ask Sheri to move her car.

“Wait, I am calling Sheri.” You offered and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You brought your phone out of your pocket and searched for Sheri’s name in your phone book.

You waited for her to answer as the phone rang for several times, until it led you to her voicemail.

“No answer.” You stated and you tried calling her again, your fingers sliding smoothly on the screen of the device. You felt Jeff giving you some kisses on your neck and you felt shivers running down your spine. Your boyfriend was such a flirt, but you loved him just like that.

“Let’s search for her inside then.” Jeff proposed and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand as he led the way back inside Jessica’s house. He brought you with him, because he was afraid that some maniacs might hit on you, mostly when they were all drunk.

You tried calling Sheri as you followed Jeff around the house. You even asked around for her, but people would just slur or laugh because they were dead drunk.

“Did she answer?” Jeff turned his head at you and you just clicked your tongue in response. “Shit.” He swore under his breath.

It was the fifth time I am calling her phone.” You sighed and you tiredly shoved your phone in your pocket as soon as you heard her voicemail once again.

“Sheri!” Your boyfriend shouted for joy as his face brighten. He finally saw Sheri and you silently thanked God for it.

“Yeah?” Sheri looked at your boyfriend with a wide smile, obviously, she was having a great time with her circle of friends.

“You’re blocking me in, I’ve got to go for provisions.” Jeff honestly stated as he still held your hand tightly, protecting you from the alcohol-scented people around you.

“Oh shit!” Sheri swore as the loud music boomed behind her. “Okay, I’ll be right out. I have to get home anyways.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want to make you leave.” Jeff kindly and sweetly said, being the sweetest angel that he was.

“No, no, no!” Sheri exclaimed as she shook her head, her black curly hair following her head’s movements. “I’m staying at my dad’s, which comes with a curfew. I’ll get my keys and be right out.”

“Thank you, ma'am!” Jeff smiled and Sheri just raised her shoulders.

You’ve always liked Sheri, she was fun to be with and she was always cheerful. She would worry whenever you showed some cold treatments to your boyfriend and you could say that she was the first one who supported your relationship with Jeff.

“Take care!” Sheri shouted to you and Jeff as she started her car’s engine. Hannah was sitting on her passenger’s seat and you gained some weak hand waves from her.

“You too!” You shouted back and gave Hannah some energetic hand waves.

You then watch Sheri pull her car out of the parking and you followed the white Jeep as it made its way to Hannah’s house.

“Let’s go?” Jeff asked you and you just nodded. You followed him in his car and you carefully put your seatbelt on.

“Babe, you aren’t drunk and you are sure that you can do this, right?” You assured yourself with a question and he just laughed at you. “I’m serious, Atkins!”

“Yes, Babe! I am sure that I can do this and I am not drunk, promise.” He answered, starting the engine. “I can even write an essay if you like or do a home run for you.”

“Idiot!” You both laughed as he started to drive towards the store. You admitted that he was still sober and he drove normally and carefully. He wouldn’t want to cause any accidents, mostly when you were with him. He didn’t want to hurt you, not even once.

You both listened to some music and you went to the store to buy some pints of beer for the whole crowd. The party has just started and the night was still young, so you both decided to buy more than the expected.

“That was the last one!” You stated as you handed him the last box of beer from your push cart.

“Great!” He exclaimed as he carefully closed the door. You put the push cart back on its place and Jeff started to drive again once you got back in his car.

Music was blasting in your car and you were both singing and dancing as you followed the beat of the loud song. You honestly enjoyed this party more than the one in Jessica’s house. It was perfect, because you had the only person that you really needed to be with that night.

“All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time,” You sang as Jeff hummed the beat of it. He was smiling as he was driving, eyes concentrated on the road. “the clock is ticking, so stay.”

“I will always stay, babe!” Jeff assured you, stealing some little glances to admire your face. You giggled at him as the sweetness of your boyfriend kept on flattering you.

“Always?” You asked him with a soft toned voice and he nodded slowly, still with a wide smile on his face.

“Always!” He assured you and he looked at you for a while. He reached for your hand and caressed it gently.

You were having a sweet moment together, but it was interrupted as a bright light blinded your eyes and you noticed that there was a car going through the street with its full speed, obviously exceeding the speed limit.

“Jeff, stop!” You shouted as loud as you could to get your boyfriend’s attention and he harshly pressed the car’s break with his foot, the car screeching its wheels in a high-pitched tone. You almost bumped your head on the car’s airbags, but you luckily didn’t get hurt. You heard some beer bottles break from the back seat, but it was one of the last things that you were worried of.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Jeff worriedly asked to you, his eyes was masked with fear and terror. You could say that he was really worried for you.

“I am, Babe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him as tears started to stream down your face. You were terrified and your heart kept on throbbing quickly. “Are you?”

“I am.” Jeff hugged you back tightly and he caressed your hair. “I’m sorry, babe. I am really sorry.” He whispered as he dealt with his nervous heart too.

“I-It’s okay, I was just afraid.” Jeff wiped your tears once you broke the hug between the two of you.

You thought of the possible things that might’ve happened to you and Jeff and a tight knot was formed in your stomach. You thanked yourself that you joined Jeff and you somehow managed to stop him in time.

“They must put a stop sign here.” Jeff demanded as he tried to calm himself, his breathing was almost normal and your fear has almost vanished. He was shaking, though. The thought of that he almost hurt you crashed him. What if things went worse? He knew that he couldn’t forgive himself, if ever.

“They really must, this is dangerous!” You agreed as you cleared your vision by wiping your tears better. Your heart was still beating abnormally and you assumed that it was for the happening. “Wait, is that Hannah?”

“Yeah.” Jeff answered as he tried to focus his eyes on the silhouette that stood in front of the gasoline station. “Wasn’t she with Sheri?” Jeff corrugated his forehead as he curiously asked you the obvious.

Jeff slowly drove towards her and stopped just right in front of her. “Hannah?”

You softly called her and she quickly turned her head in your direction. “Didn’t Sheri offer herself to bring you home?”

Hannah just nodded, eyes concentrated to something else. Her body was shaking as she absentmindedly talked to you. “Sheri.”

“What happened, Hannah?” Jeff peeked to the opened window to see Hannah’s red and teary face.

“Stop sign.” Hannah emotionlessly pointed the knocked stop sign at the edge of the road and you quickly shot a shocked glance to Jeff.

“Damn it, Sheri.” You cursed under your breath as you realized that you almost died because of her.

Your body became paralyzed, so as Jeff’s body. Everything just hit your senses and you realized how destiny could be an asshole sometimes. Many things might’ve happened during that moment. Many things.

You still couldn’t believe that you were safe and you kept murmuring some messages of gratefulness as you calmed yourself down, holding Jeff’s hands tightly.

You could’ve died, but you didn’t. Luckily.


See You in a Bit (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by 13-lara

Title: See You in a Bit
Pairings: Jeff Atkins x Reader, Hannah Baker x Reader (platonic)
Word Count:
Requested by: @loveyourppl
“Is there any way you can make it so [Jeff] doesn’t leave the party or is just seriously hurt but not you know what and someone is freaking friends with Hannah??? Hannah needs a freaking friend”

AN: Little note, I do not support drinking and driving or underage drinking, but it happened in the show and it’s part of the storyline. Enjoy!


You sorted through the crowd of drunken people, looking for your friend. You came here with Hannah; she wanted to see Clay, but as your friend, you wouldn’t let her go alone. Once you’d gotten to the party and Hannah found Clay, she excused you to go talk to your boyfriend, Jeff. He’d been her far longer than you had. He texted you to meet up with him once you arrived.

You made your way to the front of the yard, to see Jeff talking with some friends. You ran up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso. He turned in your arms and pecked your lips.

“Hey, so glad you came,” he said, pulling you into a side hug.

“Me too. So you wanna hang with me a bit? I came with Hannah, but I let her run off with Clay,” you knew Jeff and Clay were friends, and that he wholeheartedly wanted him and Hannah to be together. The grin that appeared on his face was no shock to you.

“Well, I’m gonna make a beer run in a minute. But then I’ll pick you up, we can ditch this place and go to my house. We can watch Netflix,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. You motioned to it, asking the question of if he was sober with your eyes. “It’s coca cola; I had two beers two hours ago, I’m good.”

“Well, I can’t ditch Hannah,” You said, going back to his previous statement.

“GO find her and Clay, we can all hang out,” He pulled you into a quick kiss, before making his way to the car.

“I love you, I’ll see you in a bit,” you said, walking back into the party.

“Love you, see you in a bit,” You heard him shout behind you.


As you made your way into the house, you say Clay rushing out. You knew something was up, so you went to find Hannah. You found her, slowly making her way down the stairs. 

“Hey, what’s up. Did anything happen?” You hinted, knowing her obvious crush on Clay.

“Its… it’s nothing. I might head home,” She said, pulling her jacket back on.

“You sure?” You didn’t believe her.

“Yeah, so did you find Jeff?” 

“He just went for a beer run, he wants to meet up when he gets back.”

“Okay, well I’ll text you when I get home, love ya,” she said, making her way towards to door.

“I’ll give you a ride, you don’t have to walk,” you started to pull out your keys before she shut you down.

“No, wait for Jeff, you should have fun.” As you were having your little debate, Sherri came over. She was already leaving. She graciously offered Hannah a ride. You hugged her goodbye and made your way to the kitchen for a drink

It had been a good 30 minutes. You hadn’t heard from Jeff or Hannah at all. Jeff hadn’t answered any texts or calls. You knew something was up when the call kept being rejected as if the phone wasn’t in service. You made your way to your car, having had enough of the party scene. You decided to give Hannah a call, and see if she was okay.

As you pulled out your phone, it began to ring. It was Clay. You hit answer as you got in your car.

Y/N! You gotta get here fast! It’s serious!

Clay! Holy shit, calm down; what is it?

There’s been an accident! It’s Jeff! He’s hurt bad!

You froze. The entire conversation was a blur. You managed to pull it together to gather where to go. You pressed your foot on the gas and drove.


You were sitting in the hospital, next to Jeff in a chair. He was just sent out of the ER. His parents were out of town, and since you and Clay called 911, the nurse let you see him. He was fine; luckily all he had was a broken nose and lots of stitches. 

You seemed to have blacked out after you saw Jeff at the scene. He was laying in his car, covered in his own blood. He was lifeless and unconscious, a sight you never wanted to see again.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Jeff stirred in the bed next to you.

“Y/N?” you heard him ask, faintly.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here; it’s okay, you’re okay,” you said, taking his hand. 

“I wasn’t drunk, Y/N, I promise,” he pleaded with you, trying to sit up.

“No, no. Lay down, it’s okay, I believe you,” you coaxed him back down.

“I love you, Y/N/N,” Jeff leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too,”


Hope you all enjoyed that! Stay safe guys, and be alert on the road. 

Eric Bittle Is A Problem

(AO3 here)

Eric Bittle is becoming a problem. Not the problem Jack thought he was going to be in the beginning, no, he hasn’t had to worry about Bittle not pulling his weight on the team since pretty much the first time they played together. And certainly not now, when they work so well together on the ice. And off of it, too; it was surprising, but Jack considers Bittle to be one of his greatest friends, even if sometimes it feels like there’s maybe something shimmering around the edges of their relationship, something Jack doesn’t quite understand, it’s good with them, comfortable and fun in a way Jack isn’t used to.

But he’s becoming a problem, worse, a distraction . A menace, really.

The first time it’s a problem, Jack and Shitty had gotten back from a beer run, and Shitty was explaining some essential feminist theory to him as they made their way from the car to the Haus, “And that, my Canadian friend, is why intersectionality is so important. Like, you can’t really understand anything  unless you understand all of the realities and identities that inform a person’s existence, my man. I me-” as Jack turns to enter the kitchen, the rest of Shitty’s lesson is lost to a loud thrum in Jack’s ear that he distantly realizes is the rush of his own blood through his veins as he almost fumbles the case of beer and the bag of fancy nuts and chocolates that he thought Eric might appreciate- for his bakin g- and had purchased on a whim.

He manages to save the beer and the bag of goodies, but not to suppress the inelegant “ Buh -” that escapes his slackened mouth. Because Bitty is bent over at the waist, looking into the oven and making a satisfied little hum at the progress of whatever is baking in there, and he’s wearing those shorts, the short, short shorts that barely qualify as such in Jack’s opinion. And the way he’s bending is causing his muscles to tense and bulge, and his butt . Oh, Crisse , his butt is like a work of art and on display right in front of Jack, and he is in so. Much. trouble.

Jack manages to turn his random noise into a reasonable approximation of “B-Bittle,” and to reassemble his face into a generally neutral expression as Bitty stands and turns toward him and Shitty, who now stands next to Jack and thankfully doesn’t mention his near stumble. The late afternoon sun slanting through the window catches in Eric’s hair and he appears to glow for a moment, Jack manages not to choke on his sharply indrawn breath at the sight, because Eric Bittle is beautiful, and Jack is awed that he hadn’t noticed it until now.

“Oh, hi, y’all,” Bitty says brightly, a genuine smile lighting his face and stretching his lips distractingly. “You’re just in time, because this pie is almost done, so if you wanted some, you’ll just have to wait for a few while it settles,” Bitty checks the timer with a brief glance before looking back toward the doorway where Jack is still frozen, he quirks a perfectly shaped blond brow as if to ask what Jack’s problem is, but when he speaks again, he says “Did you two have fun at the store?”

Shitty moves into the kitchen, patting Jack’s shoulder on the way, “It smells swawesome in here, Bits. You’re the best!” Bitty grins and a slightly pink tinge paints his cheeks as he watches Shitty begin to put away his beer and the few other groceries they procured. He looks back at Jack, eyes darting briefly to the bag he is clenching before settling back on his face, a curious little smile on his pink lips. It spurs Jack into action, finally, and he moves into the kitchen holding the bag out like an awkward shield.

“These are for you,” he says, sounding too loud to his own ears, and maybe too loud in general, because Shitty looks over from where he’s stacking beer into the fridge with a strange look on his face that Jack will not analyze later. He continues, careful to regulate his volume this time, “Um, for your baking, I mean. I thought you’d like them,” he amends. Jack can feel his face heating, hopes Bitty doesn’t notice, that he writes it off as the heat from the oven, but when Bitty takes the bag and their fingers brush he feels the flush deepen. It gets worse still when Eric opens the bag and he makes an excited little sound.

“Oh, gosh, Jack, thank you! I know just what to make with these,” Bitty places his hand on Jack’s forearm and squeezes gently, repeating a thank you and grinning at him, his smile is open and fond and it warms Jack in a different way than the hot flush that he knows is painting his face and neck now.

“ Bienvenue ,” Jack says, voice a little too quiet and close now. Bitty smiles at his slip into Quebecois. It’s almost too easy to slip into the quiet of the moment, the little bubble of space around them, warmed by the sunlight through the window. They stay close, looking at each other for what feels like a long time, but realistically can’t be more than a second or two, then the sound of Shitty shutting the the refrigerator door and exclaiming “Shit, Bits, that pie smells fuckin’ delicious! Think it’s done yet,” effectively breaks the moment.

Bitty laughs and turns away from Jack, his fingers trail along Jack’s arm leaving a warm tingle lingering on his skin. The buzzer sounds as Bitty steps away fully, and Jack shakes himself, realizes he’s still holding the case of beer and places it on the counter. Bitty looks at him briefly as he takes the pie from the oven, and Jack feels the confusion rumbling through him play across his face, but Bitty thankfully looks away before he notices.

*****

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force of habit. 12x10 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”

Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.

He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.

Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.

Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.

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Drunk Driving is a serious crime

Pairing - Jeff Atkins x Female!Reader

Word Count - 579

Anon -  Jeff Atkins imagine where you guys meet st the party and decide to go with him to get more beer and you can decide if you wanna go with how the show’s plot was in that episode or your own

a/n - oh lord i’m so sorry for the pure pain this imagine is. i’m also sorry it’s so short!

Walking through Liberty High, it would seem as if the place had been abandoned. The hallways were completely cleared out, occasionally papers scattered on the floor. Classroom doors were closed and locked. There were no announcements. No students. 

Until you reached the gym.

The gymnasium was crowded with every student who attended Liberty High School. There was no talking. It was silent. A haunting kind of silent that made you quickly want to flee the scene to find some sort of comfort. 

Principle Bolan stood in the middle of the basketball court behind a podium. Office staff sat behind him in chairs that had obviously come from the cafeteria. 

“What happened this past weekend is a tragedy to not only the school community, to the town.” Bolan began. Every student seemed to shrink down as he spoke, feeling the sense of dread that this was real. Clay Jensen sat in the far corner of the large room, holding back tears threatening to spill out from a mix of anger and sadness.

“Jeff Atkins was the perfect student, player, and friend. The loss of him will be on our minds and in our hearts forever. But, this is a lesson you all can learn. Drunk driving is a serious crime that can result in death, or injuries.”

Y/N sat next to Hannah Baker, her arm in a cast and bruises sprinkled on her face like freckles. A wave of rage grew in her. Jeff wasn’t drunk. No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t fucking drunk.

She had been there with him. She knew he was completely sober.

(two days earlier…)

The party was filled with teenagers celebrating a new school year. Y/N stood with Sheri Holland, making small talk and giggling over gossip. Her boyfriend, Jeff, had departed from her earlier for a game of beer pong. She was ready to leave, but knew this was Jeff’s scene. All she wanted was for him to be happy.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jeff walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’m about to do a beer run. You wanna come?”

She quirked up her eyebrow. “How much have you had to drink?”

Jeff sighed, a smile on his face. “I swear you and Jensen really think I don’t have any responsibility.” Y/N rolled her eyes and lightly hit her boyfriend’s arm, causing him to laugh. “I’ve had two beers in two hours. I’m not even buzzed, I promise.”

“I guess I’ll come along for the ride.” The girl smiled. 

Jeff grinned and quickly pecked her cheek. “We better get going then. I think Zach will skin me alive if I’m not back in fifteen minutes.”

(present)

It happened quicker than Y/N expected it to.

They got in Jeff’s car and started their journey for a few packs of beer. Jeff had said something stupidly cute and Y/N had laughed, and then there was a loud screech and glass. 

She woke up a few hours later in the hospital. She asked her mother where Jeff was, but she wouldn’t answer. Everyone she asked refused to answer. It didn’t take Y/N long to realize her boyfriend didn’t survive. 

And now, here she was. Sitting in the gymnasium, surrounded by her peers, and listening to how it was Jeff’s fault. How he shouldn’t have been drinking. How the student body need to learn from this mistake.

Y/N felt like screaming they were wrong. 

He was innocent.

At Death’s Door / Jeff Atkins

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Everything hurt-there wasn’t a part of your body that wasn’t burning in pain.

Blood was the only thing you could smell-the tangy, metallic scent made your stomach churn.

Your ears were ringing, unable to clearly make out anything around you. 

You tried to blink away the blur that clouded your vision, but was unsuccessful. 

Your first thought was not of the love of your life, that you couldn’t even make out, who was slumped beside you-but of the life that you had only recently found out was growing inside of you.

Choking out a sob, your hand slowly moves to rest over your stomach. 

There was banging to your left, your hearing finally returning for the most part. Your head rolls to the side so you were facing the driver. 

You still couldn’t see clearly, but you knew Jeff wasn’t in a good condition-having taken the larger portion of the impact. “Jeff,” you cry, trying to call to him-your voice barely audible.

“Hold on, you guys! Hold on!” a male voice insisted as he pulled on the doors handle. 

“Jeff,” you try again. The smallest of groans emitted from him, you could hear your own pained groans and cries mix together as you attempt to move closer to your boyfriend. “Please,” you beg.

Jeff blinks, his hand twitches as he makes the effort to reach out to you.

“No,” you insist, managing to disconnect your seatbelt, reaching across to him yourself to clutch at his hand. “It’s okay,” you grunt, “just-” moaning at the sudden pain in your abdomen, your tears start to fall .”You can’t-leave me,” you pant. “You can’t-leave-us,” you demand.

Jeff’s pained moans send a cold shiver down your spine.

“Jeff please,” you cry, pushing through your pain. “Please,” you beg, “don’t leave me. I need you. Our-” you swallow hard, “our baby needs you.”

He forces his head to move so he was facing you, you hold back your howls as you take in his appearance. “Baby?” he asks, his voice almost as unrecognisable as his face, with all the blood that covered his skin.

You grip his hand as tightly as you could, making him groan at the contact, “I’m pregnant,” you whimper quietly. “I need you,” you mumble, your tears salty as they hit your lips. “Fight this,” you tell him firmly, “stay with me,” you continue, starting to feel a wave of nausea. 

“I promise,” he replies, sounding far away to you.


Your eyes flutter open and you were hit with the bright lights of the room-causing you to instantly shut them again.

“She’s awake,” a voice announces. “Can you open your eyes again?” they request. “Can you tell me your name?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you answer quietly. 

“That’s good, (Y/N)-I need you to tell me if you remember what happened.”

You could feel your throat closing up, in an attempt to refuse to answer. “Car crash.” The doctor nods and scribbles something on the paper she held. “My baby,” you choke out, your throat burns at the attempt.

“Try not to exert yourself,” the doctor recommends, her tone calm and soothing, “okay?”

“Is my baby-” you release what you only assumed was a cough, “safe?”

The doctor sent you a reassuring smile, “Your baby is fine and perfectly healthy from what we can tell at this stage. Because the side of the car you were in didn’t receive the blow…you were lucky,” she tells you.

Lucky, you mentally scoff, there’s nothing lucky about this situation.

“Did you want some water?” she asks, moving closer and reaching beside you to take hold of the plastic cup. 

You take small sips, wincing as it goes down. Resting your hand over your abdomen, “Jeff?” you ask, a wave of fear hitting you. The doctor seemed hesitant in answering you and you could feel that you were on the verge of crying, “Please,” you beg. “He’s my boyfriend, the father,” you insisted. “I need to know.”

She sighs and hugs her clipboard to her chest, “Your boyfriend is in critical condition, he’s currently still in surgery but-” she cut herself off, taking in your distressed expression, “I don’t think-”

“Tell me,” you insist. 

“They’re doing all that they can,” she says finally. “Your boyfriend is in good hands and what I need you to focus on right now is healing up yourself, okay? We can’t have you stressing, alright? Your baby may have been protected during the crash, but there is still a risk now, so what we need to do is minimise that risk.”

You clench your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and never have gone on that fucking beer run. Neither of you even wanted to go in the first place, you were heading home until one of your friends stopped you both and insisted you were the only ones that were sober.

“When can I see him?” you ask.

You could hear the doctor shift around and when you open your eyes she was sitting on the chair that was beside your bed. “I promise, (Y/N), that the moment I find out he can have visitors, I’ll come straight to you.” 

After what felt like an eternity of check ups filled with so many questions you lost count, your head started to pound. The doctor had left you alone and suggested you should try and get some sleep, but you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing Jeff covered with blood.

“Can I come in?” 

You shift your head and find your boyfriend’s mother standing in the doorway, “Of course,” you insist, trying to adjust yourself so you were sitting up. “Have you heard anything about Jeff?”

Mrs Atkins nods, smiling sadly, “Out of surgery, but he still hasn’t woken.”

The crack in her voice broke your heart, “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s not your fault.”

“Jeff wasn’t drunk,” you tell her firmly. “We were both 100% sober.”

She nods and wipes her eyes, “How are you doing, hun?”

“I guess I can’t complain,” you murmur, your fingers rubbing small circles over your stomach. “There’s something I should tell you,” you whisper. 

Mrs Atkins moves closer taking a seat in the chair beside you, “What is it?”

You were silent for a moment, this wasn’t how you imagined telling her. “I’m pregnant,” you inform her quietly. “About a month along,” you continue, watching her eyes line with tears once more. “I don’t mean to dump this on you,” you tell her, “I just…thought you should know.”

She takes your hand in hers, “Does Jeff know?”

You could feel your own tears start to fall. As Mrs Atkins wipes them away gently, you sigh, “Maybe…I’m not sure. I told him last night, while we-”

Even with your words cut off, she understood. “At least there’s some good news during this time.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

Mrs Atkins laughs, “Of course I’m not mad. I know this was probably not something you planned to happen so soon,” you shake your head to confirm, “but I could never be mad at you for it.”

She kisses the top of your head, “You and that baby should get some rest,” she tells you quietly. “Lord knows you need it.”


Standing at the end of his bed, you felt a sense of emptiness inside of you. Who you were looking at…it didn’t seem like your boyfriend, it was more of an empty shell that had taken his form.

You felt as though you had been crying for hours and you didn’t think any more tears could fall-but they continue to slide down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry Jeff,” you whisper into empty air. 

Walking around the bed, you sit on the edge-careful not to knock his body as you take his hand.

“I love you so much,” you continue, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Likewise,” he mutters.

Your eyes snap to his, finding them staring back at you. “You’re awake,” you grin, squeezing his hand. He groans at the contact and you immediately drop your hold on him. “I’m so sorry! I should-I should get someone,” you suggest.

“No.”

“What?”

“Stay.”

His voice was cracking and it sounded as though with each breath he took, pain was sent through his body. “But-”

“Please.”

You nod before hovering your face over his. You press your lips against his as softly as you could, “Thank you for not leaving me,” you murmur, not bothering to care how selfish you sound.

“I could never.”

“Shh,” you tell him, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t speak, you need to rest.”

You should be resting,” he counters.

You wave a hand in dismissal, “That doesn’t matter.”

“Baby.”

“Hmm?”

Jeff winces as his laugh sends searing pain throughout his body, “No,” he smiles, “the baby.”

You felt as though everything around you had stopped, frozen at his words. “You remember?” you smile. He hums in response, his eyes dropping to your still flat belly. 

“How long?”

“Almost a month,” you tell him quietly. “They said it was okay, no damage.”

“Come here,” he demands weakly. You frown, not understanding what he meant. “Here,” he insists, moving his eyes to the space on the bed beside him.

“I don’t think-”

“(Y/N).”

Hesitantly, you push yourself on to the bed and you carefully position your body around his. Lying on your side you prop your head up on your hand and meet his gaze. “Is this okay?” you ask, he nods and slowly moves his hand to rest atop of yours that was placed on his abdomen. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

You lean forward and gently kiss his cheek, “You really scared me,” you tell him. “I thought I had lost you.”

“Never,” he states, his eyes closing. “Especially not now.”

My Angel // Jeff Atkins x Reader

Originally posted by pinkcollapse

Prompt: Can you do a Jeff Atkins one-shot where the reader is his girlfriend and leaves the party before he goes on the beer run and gets in the accident and Clay finds him and he’s still alive but needs to go to the hospital and Clay calls her and she goes to the hospital and Clay stays for a while and then leaves and Jeff wakes up and sees her sleeping on the chair in his room? There’s cute couple stuff when Jeff returns to school. No smut. The reader isn’t on the tapes.


You were at Jessica Davis’s party that kicked off junior year. Jeff and you were talking to Clay and Hannah in the kitchen. Jeff had his arm resting around your shoulder comfortably. You checked the time on your phone.

“It’s getting late. I should get home soon,” you announced.

Jeff looked at you with pleading eyes. “Awe, stay babe. Please?”

“Jeff, it’s late and I’m really tired,” you caressed his face.

He kissed your cheek delicately. “I’ll go with you.”

You sighed. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend that forced her boyfriend to go wherever she went. “No, Jeff. You stay and have fun.”

He smiled at you in admiration. “Let me walk you to your car at least.”

You nodded your head and took his hand in yours.

“Bye Hannah! Bye Clay!” You waved at them and they waved back.

Jeff walked you to your car with your fingers intertwined with his. You unlocked the doors and turned around. Jeff pulled you closer to him by your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck as an instinct. Both of you stayed there hugging each other in comfortable silence. He lifted his head from your shoulder and connected his lips with yours passionately. You felt every ounce of his love for you within that moment.

He pecked your forehead. “Get home safe, baby girl.”

You inhaled his addicting scent of mint. “I will. I love you, Jeff Atkins.”

He flashed a smile at you and kissed your nose. “I love you too, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

You gave him one last peck on the cheek before entering your car and starting it up. He watched you pull out from the driveway and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it and drove off towards your house. You unlocked the door silently and crept up the stairs. Once you got in your room, you texted Jeff you got home safe. He replied instantly. 

Atkins: that’s good baby ❤️ I’m gonna go on a beer run real quick!

Y/N: didn’t you drink tonight?!

Atkins: two beers, two hours ago 😄

Y/N: promise me you’ll be careful

Atkins: I promise. I love you 💛

Y/N: I love you Atkins 💓

You locked your phone and went to the restroom to get ready for bed. After a showering and brushing your teeth, you laid in bed ready to fall asleep. You were in the midst of a dream consisting of a future with Jeff when your ringtone woke you up.

You answered it without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“(Y/N),” Clay spoke concerned.

You sat up in your bed. “Clay, what’s wrong?”

You could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “It’s Jeff. He got in a car accident and he’s in the hospital.”

You sat there silent, unable to move. Tears started to well up in your eyes.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?”

You snapped out of your trance and wiped your tears. “I’ll be there in ten.”

You threw on Jeff’s varsity jacket on over the oversized t-shirt of his. You kept your pajama shorts on and laced up your converse. You drove in silence, memories of Jeff replaying in your head.

You snuck out of your house to meet your best friend in the park.

“Jeff! Are you crazy?! It’s midnight!” You whisper yelled.

He was sitting at the top of the slide, staring down at you with a smirk. “The best memories are ones made by spontaneous actions.”

You sat on the swing, adoring the teenager with the heart of a child. He slid down and stood behind you, pushing you forward. You swung your legs back and forth and allowed the sound of crickets to calm you down.

You observed the stars above you. “Jeff! You should swing with me! The stars look amazing from up here!”

He didn’t respond. You suddenly felt your body stop and Jeff pulled you closer to him. You glanced over your right shoulder and saw him staring at you in admiration. Both of you leaned in slowly, cautious of how each of you would react. You felt a spark ignite in your stomach when his plush lips touched yours. He pulled away only to give you one more last kiss.

You rested your forehead against his with the biggest grin. “How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Years.”

You arrived in the hospital parking lot, unprepared for what was ahead of you. Once the hospital doors slid open, you saw Jeff’s parents along with Clay in the lobby. Mrs. Atkins came up to you and grasped you tightly. You immediately responded by crying into her shoulder.

“It’s okay, mija. His hip bone is broken, but he’s in a coma. All we can do is pray.” You nodded and she wiped your tears. “You can go see him if you’d like.”

You thanked her and went towards Clay in the waiting seat. He stood up and gave you a sympathetic look.

You broke down in his arms.

“I’ll stay with you until you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Clay.”

Clay sat with you in the waiting room, rubbing the top of your hand in comfort. After calming down from all the tears, you got up from your seat. You gave him one last goodbye hug before heading towards Jeff’s room. You saw the love of your life peacefully resting with a bandage around his forehead and a cast on his waist along with minor cuts and scrapes. You sat in the seat beside him.

“Hey Jeff,” you expressed. “You may not be able to hear me right now, but please fight. Please fight for your parents. Please fight for the people that love you. Please fight for me.”

You sniffled and rested your head against his shoulder as you held his hand. “You know, I had a dream. I had two beautiful children with a beautiful husband living in a beautiful home. Once you get through this we’ll have it all. I promise to give you all my love and make that dream a reality.“

You leaned back in the chair with your hand still in Jeff’s.

Mrs. Atkins came into the room. “Honey, it’s getting late. You should get home.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Atkins. I want to stay with him.”

She smiled at your love for her son and kissed the top of your head. “I have to get to work. Please text or call me when he wakes up.”

She squeezed your hand in left the room. The sound of the monitor beeping filled the empty room as you waited patiently for Jeff’s eyes to open. The rhythm of the machines dozed you off to sleep.

Jeff’s POV 

The pain soared throughout my whole body and I felt a major headache banging against my skull.

(Y/N)’s voice began to fill my ears. “You know, I had a dream. I had two beautiful children with a beautiful husband living in a beautiful home. Once you get through this we’ll have it all. I promise to give you all my love and make that dream a reality.”

I tried to open my eyes and respond to my love but my body was too weak. I felt guilt run through me as the memories of another car crashing into the left side of my car flowed into my head. She told me to be careful, but I wasn’t. I became drowsy again and fell into another slumber. 

I pried my eyes open a few hours later. Her hand was still in mine as she squished her body into the small chair. I noticed she had on my jacket along with my shirt underneath. Her hair fell delicately against her face as her mouth was slightly parted. My lips formed into a weak smile. She was my angel. My guardian angel.

I shifted in the bed and squeezed her hand to wake her up, knowing she was a light sleeper. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me with astonishment.

“Come here, baby.” I attempted to open my arms.

She slowly molded into me, afraid to hurt me. The tears streamed down her cheeks. “I thought you were gone, Jeff. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

I ran my fingers in her hair. “I’m sorry, darling. And I will give you all my love and raise those two beautiful children with you.”

She looked up at me in shock. “You heard all of that?”

I chuckled with a slight pain. “Yes. I love you so much.”

She kissed my cut lips sweetly. “I love you more than anything, Jeff Atkins.”


You  carried your boyfriend’s books and backpack along with yours. He saw you struggling and tried to take his backpack from you.

“Jeff! If you try to grab this from me one more time I’m not gonna let you kiss me for a week,” you threatened.

He let you drag yourself with the weight on your back. “You’re a cruel woman, (Y/N).”

“Not cruel, just helpful.”

Lunch came around and you fed him the soup his mom packed.

“You guys are so adorable,” Hannah conveyed. “Why aren’t you like that with me, Helmet?”

Clay placed his arm around her shoulder. “Because nothing is more unique than a (Y/N) and Jeff love story.”

Jeff ate the chicken noodle off of the spoon. “You know I can feed myself, babe. My hip bone is broken, not my arms.”

You scooped some for yourself. “I know, I just wanted an excuse to treat you like a baby.”

Jeff leaned over and pecked your cheek. “I love you more and more every day.”

“Right back at ya, babe,” you winked.

Hannah and Clay made gagging noises and both of you just laughed. Jeff snuggled his head in the crook of your neck.

“So what are we naming our kids?”

You Found Me - Jeff Atkins

Title: You Found Me

Person: Jeff Atkins

Warnings: mention of his accident, angst, like 2 cuss words

GIF IS MINE but i guess it’s not working

When you started dating someone your freshman high school, you never thought you’d call him the love of your life. However, Jeff was different than the guys you’ve gone out with. He was a jock, specifically involved with baseball, but he wasn’t cocky or an ass. He was genuinely concerned about others before himself, a quality that you fell for.


It all ended that summer night. You knew Jeff, he was smart enough to know how much he can handle. You had seen him just before he left, a cup of soda in hand. He kissed you goodbye, went to get beer but never came back. The cops said his death was because he was drunk, but you knew otherwise.


Everyone was walking on eggshells around you at school, being careful not to say the wrong thing, except for Clay and Hannah. It was your first day back after taking a few days off. You open your locker, taking a deep breath. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with a photo of you and Jeff, the one you both loved. Running your fingers over the photo, you remember the night you took it. You’re too focused on the photo to see Hannah and Clay walking towards you. They stop, looking at you. Hannah had mouthed something to Clay, telling him to stay put. She places a hand on your arm, causing you to turn towards her, now sobbing into her shoulder. She pulls you into a reassuring embrace, now waving Clay over.

“He really loved you, you know.” Clay told you.

You nod, a tear running down your face.

“I know, but he wasn’t drunk. I know Jeff. He was responsible and smart. Not an idiot.” You sighed, wiping under your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Hannah began to say, “I know what happened.”

“Tell me.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t-”

“Tell me, please.” You begged, your voice breaking.

“Before Jeff left for the beer run, he had asked Sheri to move her car. I needed a ride home so I went with her. My phone had died, so I was going to use hers to tell my parents I’d be spending the night at her place. She was driving as she was digging through her purse trying to find it. She looked down for a minute and when she looked back up, she slammed on the brakes and hit right into the stop sign. It had fallen over, so we both got out of the car to see if there was any damage. I told her we need to call the police to report that a stop sign had fallen over. She got flustered with me and drove away. I walked to the nearest gas station and used a phone to report where it happened and they told me that police had already been dispatched. I thought Sheri had call them…”

“It was me,” Clay interjected. “I called them. I had, um, I found Jeff.”

“Son of a bitch.” You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head before walking away.

“(Y/N), wait a second,” Clay said, catching up to you. “They found this on Jeff the night of the accident. He told me about it, he wanted to give it to you that night. The paramedics dropped it when they, uh, when they moved him.”  Clay’s hand dug into his backpack, pulling out a box with your name on it. You opened it, revealing a promise ring. Jeff had told you that he’d get you one, but you never thought he was serious. You breath hitched in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes faster than before.

“Thank you, Clay. I needed this.” All Clay did was smile slightly back to you, letting you go and do what you needed to: confront Sheri.


The bell rang, dismissing you from your economics class that you had with the girl who killed your boyfriend. You couldn’t look at her, it physically made you sick. You were forced to work with her but instead you worked by yourself. Why work with the person who killed the person you loved the most?

You walked out of the classroom, heading towards the parking lot when a familiar voice stops you.

“(Y/N), wait.” You continue walking, even picking up the pace a little bit. Sheri was desperate you guess, she ran up in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“What could you possibly want, Sheri?”

“Are you mad at me for some reason?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Don’t make a scene, she’s not worth it. Sheri repeated her moves once again, however you walked around her.

“(Y/N)-”

“You want to know why I’m mad at you? Is that what you really want?”

“Why don’t want we talk about this on the ride home, I’ll drive you.” She told you as she started walking.

“So you can knock down a stop sign and cause someone else’s boyfriend to get into a car accident? No thanks.” You yelled to her, your arms folded across your chest.

She turns around with a shocked look painted on her face. Everyone began crowding around you guys, almost as if a fight were about to go down. So much for not making a scene.

“You hit into a stop sign, knocking it over and you didn’t even bother to call the police. You needed to get away or go home because when you’re with your dad, you have a curfew right? Because of your reputation, you didn’t want to be held responsible or be known as ‘the girl who hit a stop sign.’ My boyfriend went on a beer run that night, sober. He was drinking soda before he left. So on his way back when he went through that intersection, he collided with someone because you didn’t have the decency to report the stop sign.”

Everyone around you started whispering, their eyes never leaving you or Sheri.

“(Y/N)-”

“You wanna know what was found in his pocket that night?” You asked, pulling the promise ring out of your coat pocket. “He got me a promise ring. He told Clay that he was going to give it to me later that night. He planned on leaving early with me. We were supposed to go to one of the cliffs overlooking the water. Right then, he was going to give it to me. But because of your ignorance, I’ll never get to have another memory with the one person in this school who made me feel like the only person on the planet.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Screw you, Sheri.”

My Brokenheart 2 | Justin Foley

part 2   My Brokenheart  <– click for part 1

Warnings: MORE HEARTBREAK

Pairings: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: Heart plus sad emoji 


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J U S T I N ‘ S   P O V 


It has been 4 days since y/n broke up with me and I feel nothing more but shit. I honesty cannot eat, play basketball or even get out of bed. 

I hate this fucking feeling of being alone, without her warmness making me feel happy, alive…human. I miss her and I know I fucked up but, I will do anythingto get her back.

“Dude there’s a party at Sheri’. It’s her birthday.” Alex told you while reading something on his phone. “And oh. y/n is going to be there.” He informed me.

“Whats the point? She doesn’t want me anymore, she hates me.” I told him grudgingly and continued drinking my beer. “I’m not going.” I turned him down and he was taken a back, since I never really turn down a party.

“C’mon dude, she doesn’t hate you. She is just hurt that’s all” Marcus said almost comfortingly. “Go there and win her back dude.” They all agreed with Marcus with a series of ‘yea’ and ‘he’s right’

“Alright. Fine.” I stood up and got my letterman and we proceeded to drive to Sheri’s

As soon as we arrive the house smelled like beer and sex. We grabbed some drinks but after a while I was left alone in the living room having the worst night.

Is she going to show up? Just when I was about to call it a night I saw her walking in with her fellow cheerleaders. God, she is perfect. She’s wearing a flowy baby blue dress that runs just a few inches above her knee and a beige cardigan. She was wearing the dress I gave her for her birthday.

I was about to make my way to her when Sheri and a drunk Jessica, well a wasted Jessica blocked my view from her where she was already making her way to the kitchen.

“What now?” I asked slightly annoyed. I don’t really like seeing Jessica. She’s just really wild and physical and it annoyed me that she made me try weed that night and got me high enough to seduce me. I hate her for that.

“Chill. Can you do me a favor? I’m going for a beer run and Jessica here is too wasted. Can you bring her upstairs please? So she can sober up for a  bit.” She asked me politely.

“Uhm. I don’t know Sheri.” I said unsure and tried escaping but she wouldn’t budge.

“Come on. Please? I’m REALLY in a hurry” She emphasized on the ‘really’. I nodded hesitantly and I took a very wasted Jessica upstairs hearing a thank you from her.

I saw a door colored light pink and assumed it was Sheri’s so I took her there and slowly settled her down. I was about to leave when she spoke up.

“Stay please.” Jessica said groggily. I ignored her and got up.

“I still love you Justin.” She said a little bit louder this time. I was taken a back and she, taking advantage of the moment, she pulled me by the hand and I landed on top of her and forcibly kissed me.

I pushed her back but it was too late. The door bursted open and there was y/n standing with wide eyes. She looked at the both of us anger, shock and…pain in her eyes.

“Wait y/n please!” I stood up and hurried to her.

“Fuck off!” She screamed at my face and was about to leave but I grabbed her hand and stopped her.

I grabbed her and turned her to me but she slapped me causing a wave of pain to strike my right cheek and a wave of shock.

“I loved you. Just when I thought I should give you a chance. I now know better, you’re exactly what they say you are, an asshole.” She said in between tears, she wiped them and looked at me with so much anger, and pain.

“I hate you Justin Foley.” With that she left not bothering to look back.

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Jessica Davis’ pov

You’re mine Justin. Even if I have to step on y/n pathetic heart. I will have you, we will be together again.

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Also, requests for imagines ARE CLOSED. I’m so sorry but I have a shit ton of requests for imaginds. I still do ships and head canons tho. I hope you butterflies understand…

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I love you more...

It’s been 30 minutes since Jeff had called you from Jess’ party to let you know he’ll come home to you.“ Just one beer run, and I’ll be there, right next to you Queen” said Jeff when you were on the phone to him.

He used to call you ‘Queen’ because he told you that you were the best he could ever ask for. God he was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for.

“Ffs why hasn’t he called me” said (Y/N) as her anxiety started to kick in. She started having that weird feeling in her chest, her heart beating fast and that watery stuff building up in her eyes.

“Clay” she shouted out loud. “Need to call Clay”.
She called him four times but no answer. The sound of ringing was banging her head. “One last time…” and it went through.

Clay picked up and the first thing she said was “Jeff… he’s not picking up and I’m worried Clay. I’m sorry I’m distur-” before she could finish she heard a sob from Clay. Her heart sank, she knew that feeling wasn’t some useless but it was her gut feeling telling her something’s wrong.

“What happ..happened Clayyy?” she said whilst crying. “Jeff… he got… he got into an accident (Y/N). That was the end of her, she had promised Jeff not to drink and then drive but she didn’t know if she should be pissed or scared. Pissed at Jeff for not listening and Scared for losing him. “No” she thought. She can’t afford to lose him, she loves him too much.

“Where is he… like… is he okay-” Clay cut her off and told her to come to (Y/H/N). She rushed to the hospital like it was no ones business. Hysterically crying and praying to God that He saves the love of her life.

As she entered the hospital she met Mr. And Mrs. Atkins. Both of them hugged and cried but also consoled each other.

“(Y/N) shouted Clay from across the corridor. You and Jeff’s parents ran towards him. Hysterical. That’s what were. We were hysterical. All three of us loved him to bits. “Is he ok-” that’s all (Y/N) could get it out of her mouth before the hysterical crying came out. You were scared to lose him. Even the idea of losing him made you go insane. “The accident was pretty bad” said Clay which made you lose your hope. But before you could say anything Clay told you he was alive and fine. “His head is injured, right leg fractured and left hand broken. Other than that he survived” Clay let a sigh of relief out and let’s just say this time when you and Jeff’s parent cried was because of the relief of not losing him. (Next day) The doctor had said only one person could go inside to meet Jeff and you assumed that either Mr or Mrs. Atkins would go. After all he was their son. But they chose to send you in. This is exactly why you loved them. They valued your feelings just like they valued their own child’s. As you walked in, your eyes payed on Jeff. Plastered with that white stuff, leg upright hanging with a sling and body covered with bruises. You wanted to cry. Looking at how helpless Jeff was made you upset but you knew he would be okay and he was alive, which reassured you. “Hey…babe” a raspy and low voice said. You could hear the pain in his voice. You quickly made your way to you boyfriend but kept your distance as you didn’t want hurt him. “Hey babe-” before you could finish Jeff interrupted you. “ (Y/N)…I wasn’t drunk.. I promise.” said Jeff. You knew Jeff wasn’t lying. You know when he lies. He can’t look you in the eyes when he’s lying but he did. He was looking tight in to your eyes and all you did was kiss him. You planted a sweet and meaningful kiss to reassure your boyfriend that everything will be okay. “I know Jeff, but don’t worry for now” you said. “I love you” said Jeff before dozing off as he was still weak. “I love you more” said (Y/N) and just admired the love of her life knowing that if she had lost him, she would’ve lost everything. “I..loo-” Jeff tried to say it again but (Y/N) him off by saying “ I know, you love me more. Now shhh and sleep and take rest” Jeff slept with a small smile plastered on his face knowing he could always count on you.

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Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Stay With Me (13 Reasons Why Jeff Imagine)

Description: You and Jeff go to Jessica’s party and live happily ever after.

Request: i have a request! can you do a jeff imagine where jeff lives because the reader was like “uh, no, someone else can do the beer run, i don’t care if you had two beers two hours ago” and its fluffy? idk i just want more jeff tbh and thank you if you do this request lol :)

Thank you so much for this request! I’ve wanted to do something like this where Jeff lives, but never had a good scenario in my head! I hope you enjoy it!

“Please, babe?”

“I just think that this year, maybe I shouldn’t go to as many parties, baby,” you said into the phone as you Facetimed your boyfriend, Jeff.

“But parties aren’t as fun without you,” he whined.

“You’re gonna be playing beer pong the entire time!”

“That’s not-”

“Montgomery beat you last time. I know you’re dying to redeem yourself,” you smiled.

“If I promise not to play, will you come with me?”

“No, I want you to have fun!”

“I won’t have fun if you’re not there,” he pouted. “Please?”

“Fine,” you laughed.

“Great! I’ll pick you up and we’ll head to Jess’!”

-

It was about an hour and a half into the party, and you lost Jeff. You knew you told him you wanted him to have fun, but you wanted him to have fun with you more than anything. You could feel yourself getting more drunk, and he knew more than anyone else when you were drunk, you were clingy. You saw Clay walk over to the snack table, and approached him. “Have you seen Jeff?” you yelled over the music.

“I just saw him. I think he went outside!” he shouted back.

“Thanks, Clay!” you smiled at him.

You walked outside and sure enough, Jeff was laughing with his friends from the baseball team. You ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hey, babe, I was about to make a beer run,” he smiled turning to face you. “Wanna come with?”

“You’ve been drinking,” you mumbled into his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“I had two beers when we first got here. I’m good.”

“Stay with me, baby,” you said as you kissed his neck.

“Babe, I promise after the beer run-” he slowly starts letting go of you.

“No, someone else can do the beer run. I don’t care if you had two beers two hours ago. Please stay with me, baby,” you pouted at him with the same look he gave you in order to convince you to even be there that night.

“Atkins! What about the beer? I thought you left already!” Bryce yelled as he came outside.

“Sorry, my girlfriend needs me,” he smiled down at you as he kissed your cheek.

“We need someone to make the beer run!” Justin yelled.

“My lady needs me. What can I say?” Jeff laughed as he hugged you closer to him.

Bryce rolled his eyes and walked inside yelling, “Atkins bailed! Who wants to get more beer.”

You grabbed Jeff’s hand pulled him inside up the stairs so it was quieter. You stood in the hallway and smiled at him as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. “Thanks for staying with me,” you smiled.

“I’d do anything for you, (Y/N),” he smiled back as he kissed you again. “Even if it means bailing on the guys because you’re drunk.”

“You know I need attention when I’m drunk,” you laughed as rested your head against his chest.

“I do,” he smiled sweetly down at you and kissed your head.