• You being introduced to him by Clay.
• Jeff and you hitting off immediately.
• Clay regretting it when he becomes the third wheel.
• “Oh, look at that! You brought Y/N again.”
• You getting kicked out by Clay, because Jeff doesn’t manage to focus with you being there.
• Tons of girls flirting with Jeff, but you not getting jealous because you trust Jeff completely.
• Him trusting you just as much, but still getting jealous.
• “Monty, back off from my girl!”
• “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s all the boys!”
• Him being completely whipped and not even bothering to hide it.
• “Can I do your makeup? Please please please!”
• “Okay, but no eyeliner, that took ages for me to wash off last time.”
• Him remembering milestones you can’t even imagine remembering.
• “Today it was two months since you met my parents.”
• Everyone else being disgusted by the amount of fluff you have in your relationship.
• You getting ready for Jessica’s party together, him even offering to do your makeup.
• You declining of course, and him pouting and giving you the puppy dog eyes.
• “No, sorry babe.. Another time.”
• Jeff giving himself the job as driver, but you refusing.
• “You’re always the driver, have some fun tonight.”
• Bryce asking if Jeff can get some beer, but Jeff shaking his head.
• “I’ve been drinking, ask someone else.” (#Jeffdeservedbetter)
• Him giving you a promise ring at your first anniversary.
• “I know this is kinda soon, but I love you. And I promise that one day, I will marry you.”
• Him holding his promise.
A/N: This is the first of many that I’m going to write about Jeff Atkins. It’s going to be a ‘Jeff x Reader’ relationship series. First kiss, fight, breakup, etc. There won’t be any death or suicide- none of that, but there will be A LOT of drama. I’m taking requests as well, so feel free to send some in! :)
You stared at yourself in the mirror, horrified at what you saw. Your hair was a complete wreck. The curls weren’t holding, it was frizzy as hell, and it was starting to tangle at the ends. And it’s not like you could jump in the shower to fix it, you didn’t have enough time. Your date said he would pick you up at seven and it was already six forty-eight. God, you weren’t even dressed yet. A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. Your brothers bleach blonde head pops in.
“Jeff’s here, he’s waiting in the- what the hell,” he says when he notices your state. He points a finger at you and laughs. “You look like shit.”
He dodges the comb you throw at him. “Shut up,” you growl. “Go tell him that I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he’s still laughing when he leaves your room. “And don’t embarrass me, Alex!”
You sit at your vanity, attempting to brush the knots out of your hair when theres another light knock on your door. “Alex, I swear if you-” you’re cut off when the door opens, and to your horror it’s not the dumbass you call a brother, it’s Jeff, your date.
“Jeff,” you say nervously. “Hey.”
He smiles at you and closes the door behind him. “Alex said you were running late,” he takes a step forward. He looks amazing, you notice. As always. “Can I help?”
You make a mental note to strangle your brother when you get the chance. “It’s my hair,” you point to the mess that sits on your head. “It’s being difficult.”
“Here, give me your brush and a hair tie,” he holds out his hand. “We got this.”
You smile as he begins to brush your hair gently. “You know,” he says after a few minutes of silence. “Even on your worst bad hair day, you’d still be the most beautiful girl I know.”
Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives you another dazzling smile. He ends up braiding your hair into a single braid, and he’s surprisingly good at it. He grins, “Now,” he says turning to the mess of clothes on your bed. He pulls out a pair of shorts and solid baby pink shirt. “Wear this. I like the way you look in this color.”
You leave him in your room to change in the bathroom. As you do so you think of the way it felt when he touched you as he did your hair, and the butterflies that were still in your stomach that started once he stepped into your room. What guy would do your hair, and help you pick out something to wear when you were running late for your date? Damn it, he was perfect. You chew on your lip as you walk back into your room. He’s sitting on your bed and raises his head when you step in. He grins.
“You look amazing, ________.”
You don’t reply. He watches you with curious eyes as you walk up to him, cup his face in your hands and lean forward, brushing your lips against his. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, pressing his lips harder against yours. He stands slowly, never breaking the kiss and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. Your bare feet on his shoes, tiptoeing to reach his mouth. The kiss starts off slow, gentle as if the two of you are testing the waters. But once you get a taste of him, you lose it. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging at it as his teeth bite down on your lip. The kiss becomes crazed, explosive, fervent as the two of you poor everything into it. You pull away first, face flushed, panting softly.
“Well,” Jeff says after catching his breath, voice husky. “Isn’t that supposed to happen after the first date?”
You chuckle softly. “Who says it won’t?”
Another beautiful smile appears on his face. “Let’s get this show on the road then, yeah?”
And that’s when you knew, you were probably going to fall in love with Jeffery Michael Atkins.
You pass Alex on the way out, and as you pass him you punch him in the arm. He yelps, rubbing his arm. “Asshole!”
I just realized the significance of this scene. It’s his list (Courtney, Montgomery, Bryce, Justin, Sherri, Marcus, and Clay) of reasons why. Hannah took everyone reputations down with her. Tyler is planning to take everyones life down with his.
They put the possibility that it could have been Tyler who shot Alex instead of dying of suicide, but that’s the whole premise of the series. You’re attention is focused on something else that you missed the signs. Everyone was focused on Hannah that they may have missed all the signs that were present for Alex. Everyone in the next season (hopefully) will be focused on Alex and the trial that they don’t realize a possible school shooting is headed their way. Like Hannah said, her reasons why had a butterfly effect.
Me: yeah, no, 13 Reasons Why wasn’t even that good.
Also me: *cries over show for hours* *gets excited about clony* *cried again bc clay isn’t gay* *then gets happy about clannah* *then cried bc Hannah is dead* *cries harder bc Jeff is dead too* *screams at Bryce and Courtney when they come on screen* *cried and screams but laughs and smiled bc this shows got me fucked up in the best way possible*
There was an annual scavenger hunt that took place every year at a local park in your town. You’d gone every year in your childhood, and it was now your turn to take your three year old niece. You’d convinced your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz to go with you. He didn’t want to go necessarily, but he had a self admitted soft spot for not only you, but young kids.
“Zach is taking his little sister, and Bryce is taking his little cousin. I said we could meet up with them.” He grabbed your hand. Your niece sat comfortably on his shoulders. She loved Montgomery. Or “Monty” as she called him after hearing you call him that quite a bit.
“That’s fine. Where are they though?” Montgomery gestured to an area a few yards away. Sure enough, there his friends stood. Bryce stood with a young boy who couldn’t be older than five, while Zach stood with his sister who was a few years older than that.
“I told you I was too old for this, Zach!” His sister crossed her arms over her chest, she looked embarrassed.
“Oh yeah? Stop acting like you’re two.” Zach said in a kidding tone, bringing her into his chest for a hug. This seemed to lighten her up, though she still rolled her eyes and pushed him away.
“Let’s go Monty.” Your niece jerked his head towards the sign in table.
“You’re letting a little girl order you around?” Bryce laughed. You sent daggers his way. He knew this was your niece. You two didn’t like each other, plain and simple.
“We came here to do a fucking scavenger hunt, we’re doing a fucking scavenger hunt.” Montgomery rolled his eyes at Bryce. They were friends, but not so much after you two had started dating.
“Language, Montgomery.” You said quietly and sternly. You didn’t need your niece running home and dropping F bombs after hanging out with you and your boyfriend.
“She has you by the balls, doesn’t she?” Bryce nodded in your direction. Monty looked like he wanted to lunge at him, but you simply grabbed his bicep and led him to walk in the opposite direction.
“You’ve worked so hard not be such a hot head, you can’t let someone like Bryce ruin this for you.” Montgomery mumbled something before nodding in agreement.
A few hours later, after finding a few things on the scavenger hunt’s list, you guys had reached the words “sea shell”
“I see it! I see it Monty! Auntie!” She chanted on and on excitedly. Once you and Monty caught what she was looking at, you both turned to walk that way.
“I want to get it.” She said quickly. Monty knelt down and let her off his shoulders. She trotted over to the shell. Just as she reached it, so did Bryce’s cousin. Luckily, your niece grabbed the shell first. She giggled happily, turning to walk back to the two of you.
“That’s mine.” Bryce’s cousin said with little to no energy, taking it, and turning to walk away. Your niece was feisty, however, and she never went down without at least a little bit of a fight.
“Give that back right now!” She demanded. She hopped up and down, as he held the white shell over his head. She finally yanked on his arm hard enough to where the shell went flying out of his hands. Before she could take off running for it, he shoved her to the ground and ran for it himself.
“You little shit!” Monty didn’t take any hesitation before picking her up and handing her to you. He took the shell from the little boy.
“What makes you think you can do that? Do you go around hitting girls a lot?” The little boy’s lip started to quiver before tears streamed down his pink cheeks.
“Did I seriously just see you take that away from my little cousin, Monty?” Bryce approached. He didn’t look angry, just annoyed.
“He stole it from her.” Monty said, shrugging and handing it to the little girl.
“Woah, I’m gonna have to ask you to give that back to him, it’s his after all.” Bryce approached the little girl. You whipped around, shielding her from him.
“Don’t come near my niece, Walker.” Your maternal instincts came out as you grew more protective of her by the second.
“You’ll be handing that over.” Bryce said simply. Montgomery scoffed at the comment, as though it was an unbelievable idea.
“Enough about the shell, who’s going to teach your cousin not to hit girls?” Montgomery approached Bryce.
“I’ve never met someone who’s fought more people than you, Montgomery.” Bryce let out a loud laugh before staring right at Monty.
“I may have knocked a lot of guys around, but never a girl.” Montgomery stated. He seemed to want to make that very clear to anyone and everyone who may have been listening.
“You’re telling me you’ve never knocked miss priss around?” Bryce smirked, pointing at you. Suddenly, a growl escaped Montgomery’s lips. You’d never heard anything like it.
“Absolutely-Fucking-Not.” And with that, Monty lunged at him. You didn’t stop him this time.
Long story short, you all got kicked out and only Zach and his sister finished the hunt. That night, after dropping your niece off, you sat, visiting with her parents.
“Did you need to eat dinner, baby?” Her mother asked her. The little girl shook her head.
“Absolutely-Fucking-Not.” She said in a sing-song tone, before prancing down the hallway.
You slowly looked at Monty, who was bright red and refusing to make eye contact with you, or anyone else for that matter.
~Don’t really know where this came from, but I hope it was enjoyable. Request guys :)~
• You being the one he goes to when he has been beaten by his mom’s boyfriend.
• “Sorry for bothering you.”
• You kissing him all over his face, just wanting to give him all the love he deserved.
• “You could never bother me! I love you.”
• Being the it - couple at school, and him loving the fact that everybody knows that you’re his.
• Him being extremely protective, but you being just as much as him.
• Giving death glares at the girls that hit on him.
• You coming to all his games, and cheering him on.
• Him being completely honest to you about the tapes, even though he isn’t supposed to tell anyone about them.
• Matching clothes. You think it’s adorable, and he secretly likes it too, even if the boys tease him about it.
• Both being equally whipped.
• Going to parties together, and either one of you, or both, getting wasted.
• You not liking that he smokes weed, and him promising to try quitting.
• Him giving the best hugs, and the hugs lasting for ages.
• “If anything happened to you, I would lose my mind.”
• Justin making it a habit to kiss your temple.
• Your parent(s) loving him, and always letting him stay when he has left his house.
• You caring much more about school than him, and him finding it adorable when you scold at him for skipping class.
• Justin giving you his clothes, and showing you off when you wear them because they look cuter on you than on him.
So this is following a request from anon, who asked for a fic about the reader tutoring Jeff. I hope you like it, anon! This is my first fic being written on this account, but I have many more on my account, @thirteenreasonsfics
Check it out ASAP!
“No,” you said, throwing the last of your stuff into a battered old Jansport. “No way, Clay.”
“Please please please do it!” begged Clay over the phone, his voice thick because of a bad cold. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”
It was a regular Monday afternoon at school, and you were just finishing lunch when you got a call from your best friend of ten years and fellow Marvel geek, Clay Jensen. He had been really sick for a couple days by then, and called you to make you take over for him in tutoring Jeff Atkins in US history that day.
“I have a Chem test,” you said, balancing your phone on your shoulder as you picked up your stuff. “Besides, I hardly even know the guy. It’ll be really awkward.”
That last part was actually a lie. You hadn’t known Jeff Atkins very well, true, but had a crazy crush on him since freshman year. You two talked now and then, and you were his lab partner last year, but you never thought there could be anything between you, especially as half the school was crushing on him.
“Fine,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “But you owe me hot chocolate and cake from Monet’s.”
Clay laughed over the phone.
“Thank you, Y/N. Or maybe you’ll thank me. Six thirty, the big white house on Sherman.”
Many hours later, you drove your rattling old Buick up to his house, and grabbed your stuff, trying not to smile like an idiot as you rang the doorbell.
“Y/N!” Mrs Atkins said, opening the door immediately like she had been waiting. “Thank you so much for helping Jeff out.”
You nodded, looking around the simply decorated house. Jeff’s dad was sitting at the table, reading.
“It’s no big deal, Mrs. Atkins. Uh, where’s Jeff?”
Jeff’s mom turned around, and gave you a big smile as she offered you some cookies.
“Oh, he’ll be down in a minute. He’s been changing and showering all day because he heard you’re coming.”
You stopped chewing for a minute. Was he-
“Normally Jeffrey walks into Clay’s tutoring sessions looking like a Neanderthal,” his dad snorted from the table. “Seriously. Horrible smells.”
“Dad!” Jeff said as he walked down the stairs, dressed in a red Henley that showed off his toned arms and old blue jeans. “Hey, Y/N. Ready to start?”
“Yeah, yeah of course,” you said, quickly picking up your stuff. “Do we.. go upstairs?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry my room’s a mess, I had practice so I didn’t clean up..”
Mrs Atkins smiled as you two climbed the stairs, shaking her head fondly.
“Door open, kids, okay?” she said as you made your way up, and called Jeff over to whisper to him. “Good luck, sweetheart.”
“Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes, embarrassed. “I’m not that bad as US History.”
His mom raised an eyebrow as she began to head to the kitchen.
“It’s not the US History you need luck with.”
“So you should always mention the opposing viewpoint in essays,” you said, going over Jeff’s homework in pencil. “See, that argument would have been so much stronger with a counterpoint.”
He nodded, concentrating intently. It was beginning to get dark outside, and you were just finishing up the last of the day’s work.
“Okay, so bring me the work-” you began, but then remembered that Clay would be back to tutoring Jeff the next time. “Nevermind. Just do well, okay?”
He grinned, stretching as the Henley snaked its way up his stomach before falling back down.
“Yes Ma'am. Next week, same time?”
You turned from gathering up your stuff.
“Won’t Clay be back to tutoring you then?”
He nodded, suddenly realizing as his face fell.
“I- yeah, I guess,” he said, slumping back down. “Thanks again, Y/N. You may have saved my grade.”
“May?” you asked in mock outrage. “I saved it. Single handedly. Like Iron Man saved Sokovia.”
“I’d say that one was a team effort though. If it weren’t for Quicksilver..”
“You watch Marvel movies?” you asked incredulously, looking at him.
“I do a lot of things,” he replied. “I- I’m more than the dumb jock you think I am, Y/N.”
“I didnt say you were a dumb jock,” you said softly. “Hey. You play sports and are smart and look hot. I can only do one of those things.”
Jeff laughed again then, and then stopped suddenly as you both realized what you had said.
“You think I’m hot?” he asked, grinning.
“No, I, that’s not what I-”
“You do,” he said, and laughed. “God, I thought you’d never like me back..”
“Like you back?” you asked, now stunned. “You-”
“Yes, Y/N, I like you,” he said, looking at you sheepishly. “I thought you knew. Everyone knew!”
“I-,” you said, but the words wouldn’t come out. Jeff Atkins, the hottest guy at school and your long term crush, liked you?!
“I guess now would be good time to ask you out, wouldn’t it?” he asked, running a hand through his Abercrombie model hair.
“Yes. Yes it would.”
“Saturday, five thirty, Monet’s?” he asked, and smiled when you nodded. “Alright.”
You smiled like an idiot, especially when Mrs Atkins gave you a knowing look as you left. You were going to have to buy a new dress. And you were going to have to thank Clay so much.