glad to you see back zach!!!!

Dead (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

There had been whispers about it. Jeff wasn’t a drinker to begin with. He was always the designated driver and even when he wasn’t he never had more than two or three beers. That particular night you’d been absolutely bombarded with math and science homework. He’d begged you to come to the party with him. You’d thought about it, but declined in the end. He kissed your cheek and told you he wanted to go to breakfast in the morning and that he’d be there to pick you up at 9:30. You wouldn’t be going to breakfast. In fact the next time you saw your boyfriend it was under very different circumstances. It was six hours later in the middle of the night. He was in a body bag. He was dead. Over what they called a drunk driving accident. Jeff was deemed drunk by most everyone at the scene. Everyone except you and his mother. Of course your opinion on how it happened didn’t matter as much as the fact that he was dead, whether he’d been drunk or not. You’d gone spiraling out of control. So much so that your mother forced you to take the rest of the semester off of school, joining independent studies. It didn’t do any good. You just felt more lonely. Jeff’s presence lacked even more and there was rarely a distraction. You didn’t feel any better about him being gone by the time you had finished your time in independent studies. You felt the same as when you’d first entered independent studies, so you had no problem when it came time for you to come back to school. Still a zombie, of course, and it didn’t help that your friend Hannah Baker had committed suicide during your absence from school. You knew you looked bad. You knew you had dark circles under your eyes. You knew you’d broken out from not eating right or regularly. You knew your hair was in the bun because you hadn’t bothered to shower, turning to perfume and deodorant instead. You opened your locker, shoving your books into it, you were back at it. Everyone was in their usual spots, nothing had really changed since you’d left. Except that Jessica and Justin were no longer together. Zach had gotten dumped by your best friend after the tapes were released. He’d known too much, she said, to keep it all a secret from the people who deserved to know. He’d borderline stalked her for a while. She’d threatened to move across the country with her aunt and uncle if he didn’t leave her alone. So he did. Nothing changed with Bryce. At least not yet. The fact that he was a rapist had gotten out. You’d heard things about Bryce and girls and parties, but not about Jessica and Hannah. You hid your face in your locker as you looked at your phone. You got a text every morning from Jeff’s mother. They varied in what they said. Today’s said “hello beautiful, your mom said I could pick you up after school and we could go to the mall. We also want you to stay for dinner.” You had your license but you hadn’t wanted to drive and your parents hadn’t trusted you to drive since Jeff’s accident. You were scared of cars now. You were also scared of alcohol.
“You’re back.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Justin Foley. There’s concern in his eyes, like he knows that there’s a great chance you don’t want to be talking to him. And that you won’t forgive him. Forgive him for staying quiet when anything but that would have been a better option. He’d stayed quiet knowing his friend had raped not only Hannah baker, who would of course go on to kill herself, but his own girlfriend.
“Yeah.” You responded, not looking up from your phone as you texted Mrs. Atkins back.
“You look good.” He smiled at you. You locked your phone and slammed your locker closed, startling Justin.
“I’ve learned to accept pity but I’ll never accept being lied to, Foley.” You looked him dead in the eyes before moving to walk away.
“Seriously, Y/N! Given the circumstances you look really good. I don’t know how many people could survive what you’ve gone through.” By the end of his message he’s just white noise and you continued to walk.
“I’m not so sure I did.” You mumbled, leaving the jock in the dust. You knew he’d been having his own struggles. Hell, he’d been having his own problems since the day he’d been born to his waste of space mother. But that boy had let himself become a bystander for rape on account of somehow owing it to his rapist friend. There was no use telling him what you thought, he knew he was in the wrong and he’d heard it a lot. Marcus smiled at you as you continued down the hall. You found yourself walking towards him.
“Hey Y/N how are y-” you cut his formalities off.
“Is Y/FN at school yet?” Marcus was quite obviously caught off guard. His words fumbled together a bit.
“Uh, well, yeah. She tends to not go through the halls a lot anymore. She avoids us a lot.” Marcus explained. He didn’t give much eye contact.
“I knew that much, thanks.” Again, you were stopped before you could walk away.
“Will you guys ever talk to me again?” Zach’s familiar voice took over.
“This is your first attempt to talk to me as far as I’m concerned.” You crossed your arms. He looked as though he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“I’ve called and texted you for months.” Zach looked at the ground.
“One text of the many was you asking about me. The rest was you trying to get to Y/FN because she blocked you on everything. Your motives were not the most selfless, Zach Dempsey. Reassess yourself and your self righteous nature.” You spun on your heels and walked out of the room. You see your best friend talking to a girl named Skye, one of the only people either of you could stand the be around in the school anymore.
“Saw you talking the some henchmen.” Skye said, staring at her fingernails, which were painted black.
“Strictly to see where you were.” Skye smiled a little. Y/FN turned and hugged you.
“I’m glad you’re back, normal is what you need right now.” She said. Once you pulled away from your best friend, you saw someone coming. Clay Jenson. Lanky, kinda dorky Clay Jenson. The Clay Jenson that brought you free candy and free movie ticket vouchers after Jeff died. But this was also, and most certainly not least, the Clay Jenson featured on the tapes. The Clay Jenson that knew girls got raped, that knew a lot about the night Jeff died. Including that it wasn’t Jeff’s fault at all. In fact, he knew he wasn’t drunk and that it was Sheri that was drunk and had caused Jeff’s death. There was a handful of people that knew it wasn’t Jeff’s fault. The people that were featured on the tapes. Clay was featured on the tapes and so was Justin and so was Marcus and so was Zach. They saw you yanked out of school for being mentally unstable and not being able to understand how Jeff did this and why he was drunk at all. There were answers, and no one gave them to you until the tapes were handed to the police. You knew when the public knew. Nothing hurt more than that. And that’s why you hated those boys. And Courtney and Jessica and Alex and Tyler and every other god forsaken person who earned themselves a tape by being an insensitive asshole.
“Hey Y/N.” You looked over at Clay, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared at you nervously. You looked at him, blinked twice, and looked away.
“You look good.” Silence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You can feel Clay looking at you, but you won’t look at him. There’s a short pause.
“Y/N I know I should have said something to you as soon as I knew but it was a lot more complicated than it se-” you found yourself waving your hands in the air begging him to stop speaking.
“You’re going to listen for a moment.” Clay nodded, finally able to make eye contact with you.
“Jeff and I were going to apply to all the same colleges, did he ever tell you that?” Clay nodded his head. You and Jeff had already planned on marriage. Everyone knew it.
“Did you know we were going to share an apartment right away instead of dorms?” Clay gulped, looking at the other two girls nervously.
“He talked about you constantly, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“People have been talking about me constantly. It’s my turn to speak.” Clay shut his mouth quickly.
“Wanna know something I’m sure you weren’t aware of?” Clay’s eyes filled with more fear by the second.
“Did you know that the day after I saw Jeff dragged away in a body bag is the day I miscarried our baby?” Clay knew he wouldn’t speak but his mouth fell open from the shock and not knowing what else to do.
“So yeah, maybe you can forgive yourself for not always being there for Hannah. And maybe Jessica will forgive Justin someday and maybe, just maybe Y/FN will give Zach another chance. But guess who doesn’t have the tools or the people to move on? Me. My boyfriend is dead and my baby is dead. And my future relies on me being a zombie through life, hopefully getting decent enough grades to shuffle through the rest of my life because there will never be someone who makes me feel and love the way Jeff did. And I’ll never be able to have a baby made up of more love. Everything will be me settling because the best of what life has to offer is quite literally dead.” The bell rings but no one moves, and everyone just looks at you as hot tears stream down your face.
“Y/FN, go tell Zach how much you still love him and how much you’re willing to fight for each other. And Skye, tell Clay how you’ve been in love with him since the sixth grade and how you’d be really pumped to go out with him. Because life’s short and sometimes even shorter than expected. No time is put on this earth to be wasted. Love each other.” You let out a shaky breath before turning and heading to English class. Jeff would be proud. In that moment you knew maybe you would be fine.

The Mom Friend - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request- “Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is zach’s sister and they all hang out together in a big group for the first time and the reader is The Mom Friend™ and stops them all from doing crazy shit”


“Yo Justin throw me another beer?” Your brother called across the room at the already slightly wasted teen boy. He nodded and chucked the can in your direction, causing you to duck.

“Watch it, Foley.” You warned, giving him dagger eyes. He chuckled and opened what might be his seventh beer. Jess and Justin had spent the majority of the evening so far partaking in intense PDA, they were as drunk as each other and clearly thirsty.

Deciding it might be best to move, you went to sit next to Jeff, your boyfriend. He smiled as he saw you approach and squeezed your thigh as you sat next to him.

Jeff and you had only been dating for around two months, and this evening was the first you’d spend together with your brother and his friends in one place. You were at Bryce’s. He had the nicest place and had decided to invite the few of you round to chill and have a few drinks. Most everyone was drunk, including Jeff, leaving you to Mother everyone and make sure they did nothing too stupid.

“You look really fucking good.” Slurred Jeff, making you giggle.

“You look really fucking drunk.” You retorted. You placed your hand over his and ruffled his hair with the other.

“Will you come in the pool with me?” He asked, his face that as if he’d had a brilliant idea.

“Bad idea, Jeffy boo.” You mocked.

“Why?” He sounded like a defiant kid.

“You’re drunk and I can’t be doing with you drowning.” You rolled your eyes, and placed your head on his shoulder. He sighed but clumsily dragged his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll get you some bread and water.” You decided, jumping up off the sofa to fetch the supplies.

—-

You met up with Zach out by the pool, offering him some bread and water.

“No thanks, Y/N. Gross.” Your drunk brother made vomiting motions and shook his head violently.

“Please just one sip.” You begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes that always worked so well on him. He rolled his eyes, taking the water from you reluctantly and gulping before handing it back to you.

“Now, im going swimming.” He pointed his finger up sternly.

“No, Zach, you’re not.” You told him.

“Yes!” Countered Zach, before deciding to pull his t shirt over his head.

“You going swimming Zach!?” Monty came out of nowhere, ran towards you, pulling his shirt off as well.

“No he isn’t.” You said sternly.

“Yes he is.” Sulked Zach.

You placed the water and bread on the floor by you.

You grabbed each boys wrist, turning them to face you.

“You’re not stepping foot in that water boys, you hear me?”

Monty and Zach nodded fearfully. Your stern mothering attitude always worked a treat on them, especially when they were drunk.

“Good. Now let’s get you inside and clothed. And then you can have some of this.” You took charge, motioning towards the bread and water on the floor beside you.

Both boys looked disgusted, but abided anyway.

—-

About an hour later, after making it round all the boys with bread and water, and then dancing with Jess for what felt like hours, you sat with Monty playing video games.

“I’m going to get myself a drink, do you want anything?” You turned to him.

“No thanks, Y/N.” Monty’s eyes were focused on the screen.

You wandered toward the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you heard voices. There was nothing like a bit of eavesdropping.

“Nah man, I gotta tell you something.” Your brother Zach’s voice drifted out of the room.

“Yeah, go ahead.” The respondent was Jeff.

“Y/N, my sister, you two, I’m so happy.” Zach fumbled.

“You are?” Jeff was trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, man. Y/N has been hurt really fucking bad before, but you’re different- I can tell.” He breathed, you could tell he was nervous. “You make her so happy, and seeing her happy, makes me happy, I’m so thankful you’re in her life.”

“Trust me, man, I’d never hurt Y/N. she doesn’t really like to go into detail but I know previous guys have caused her shit, and I couldn’t ever do that to her.” Jeff admitted. Your heart fluttered at the conversation between your two favourite boys.

“I know, that’s why I’m so glad it’s you. She means so much to me and I know you’ll treat her right.” Zach continued.

“I haven’t told her yet because I still feel like it’s early days, and I’m afraid she won’t feel the same, but I’m so fucking in love with her, Zach. Y/N is the best thing that’s happened to me in such a long time.” Jeff’s words melted your heart. You had to let him know you felt the same way soon. Damn that boy had you good.

You could almost see Zach grinning at Jeff.
“I’m so glad you’re happy too, dude. You mean a lot to me as well.”

“Thank you, man. Back at you. I thought to begin with dating your sister might be a bit weird.”

“Yeah, right-”

But you couldn’t stand there any longer, so you made a loud entrance into the room.

“Hey guys, just getting a drink.” You explained, pretending you hadn’t just heard their entire conversation.

“You want the rest of this, Y/N?” Jeff asked, holding out his beer.

You smiled warmly. “Sure.” As you took the can from his hand, you placed your other hand on his waist and leaned in to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Oooooh Kay,” Zach coughed. “I’m going to remove myself from this PDA.” He said, moving backwards out of the room, and you could’ve sworn as you turned, you saw him wink at Jeff out of the corner of his eye.

Jeff chuckled.
“Poor Zach. Must be weird.”

You laughed internally at the irony, given you’d just heard the whole thing, but brushed it off. Jeff had sobered considerably since earlier, and you were glad, since it gave you an excuse to make out with him profusely.

You leaned in for another peck, and decided to place the beer on the counter behind Jeff, so you could use both hands to cup his face.

“Jeff Atkins.” You smiled up at him.

“Y/N L/N.” he smiled back.

“I love you.” This was the first time either of you had really said it, but after hearing Jeff’s confession, you weren’t afraid anymore. Jeff was taken aback, but then, you thought maybe his face would crack from the beaming grin that lit up his beautiful features.

“I love you too!” He nearly shouted, drawing circles with his hands on your waist.
You giggled at the idiot in front of you, and went in for a full kiss.

His lips enveloped yours hungrily, both very slightly buzzed from alcohol. You caressed his neck with your hands and he squeezed your waist tightly, making your entire body tingle and causing a gasp to come from your mouth. Jeff chuckled against you, realising he was doing to you exactly what you were doing to him, and finding joy that you had that effect over each other.

Jeff moved his hands lower, cupping your ass before lifting you so that you were straddling his waist. He swung round quickly so that he could almost throw you onto the counter behind, you gasped again, neither of you caring that you’d knocked over the beer can. He roughly put his hands behind your knees to pull you closer to him and devour you even more. Your legs either side of him, he stood right up against the counter as close to you as humanly possible and tasted every inch of your mouth. This was something you could never get tired of.

“Jeff,” you pushed his mouth off you. “I think we’re going to have to move this elsewhere.” You panted.

His chuckles lit up your heart like fairy lights, and the love in his eyes wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“That’s probably a good idea, I can’t take much longer.”

He lifted you down off the counter, and you took his hand and led him out into the summerhouse, hoping for some privacy.

Your brothers blessing had really made your day, and you could tell it had made Jeff’s too.

Conference Calls and Business Meetings

ship: dean x reader
rating: mature
tags: smut, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), closet sex, quickie, more smut
summary: being Dean Smith’s wife most certainly had it’s perks but not necessarily in the middle of a meeting with your boss.
word count: 2,521
written for: @the-mrs-deanwinchester 7 Days of Dean Challenge
tagging: @ac-dcdean, @mishasmuffin, @imakittehkatt, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @wetsammywinchester


You resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance as you listened to Zachariah drone on about monthly sales goals and projected growth for the year. You truly didn’t understand why you had to sit in on these meetings. Sure you were Mr. Smith’s wife and sure he was prompted to some big shot and you oversaw all the monetary affairs but that didn’t mean that you actually had to listen to what was being told. Yearly goals, that wasn’t exactly your area of expertise.

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barbiequed  asked:

For the GG Ship Week, could you do a short where Cammie runs into Josh in Roseville a little while after the end of the series and they just talk about their lives. I think that would be really interesting because Josh is amazing.

Everything’s changed.

She’s got this feeling in her gut that won’t go away and sometimes she forgets how to breathe and god this is dangerous.  This is new territory – unintended territory, even if not entirely unwelcome.  This is… this is… bad.  It’s really bad.  Because now, everything’s changed.

Well, everything except Roseville, Virginia, but this town has always been the exception.

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Well, it’s been a long, long journey with these two fruit loops. I love big brother, have for a long time, but I have never gotten this attached to two houseguests ever before. I can’t believe it’s all over. These 3 months have been so awesome with these two being so cute together. I love them so so so much, and I wish they could know how much I do. Their cuddles, back rubs, random acts of love, their hugs, little kisses, and just their genuine love for each other really hit me hard. I am so glad that I got to share it with all you Zankie shippers as well. Thanks to the ones who defended me and those who supported me. I love you all. Here’s to the best showmance to ever hit any reality show. Zach Rance and Frankie Grande, it’s been real. I would do anything to re-do this summer all over again, just to see you guys be together all over again. Please make a YouTube channel or something. At least share your friendship with the world, because it’s so extraordinary. I am so melancholy writing this, knowing I will never see them on big brother again, but I have such a good feeling they will not completely gone from any of our lives. Peace out big brother sixteen. You will be the season I will remember for a long time. Also congrats to Derrick, Cody and Donny! And love you Zankie, you will never be forgotten.

The Aftermath | A Zankie Angst Fic

 A very long (5.2k words), very angsty fic that came out of my anger at the words Zachary chose to use last night. Coming out is not something to joke about. Sexuality is not black and white, nor is it something to joke about. I think it’s a lesson Zach could do with learning and here we see Zach dealing with his actions how I think he should have. Warning very angsty. pretty much read every bit of dialogue as if it’s coming through very heavy sobbing tears that make it hard to speak and you’ve got the general idea of how this went in my head.

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Working It Out--A Prompted Zankie One-Shot

Fulfilling another prompt I got a few weeks ago.

Prompt (from anon): bb16 has a reunion party at someone’s house and frankie and zach haven’t been on speaking terms and avoid each other until caleb (or someone else) locks them in a room hoping they will talk things out and they end up fighting verbally and physically then kissing happens and angry sex please

I basically follow the prompt. So there’s lots of angst up front with smut towards the middle. There’s some fluff at the end too. It’s really long! 5.5k! Sorry, I felt like I had a lot to get in there. I hope you like it anon!

So, yeah, SMUT WARNING (after 3.5k words, lol)!

Working It Out

Frankie had heard whispers that Zach would be attending the party. He wasn’t sure if they were true. God, he hoped they weren’t true. He really couldn’t handle it tonight. 

He’d already had a really long week. He’d spent the first part of the week in New York dealing with lawyers and contracts and all kinds of things that just got in the way. He’d finally made his way back to LA on Friday night. He’d flown a red eye, so he’d gotten in pretty late. He’d slept as much as he could, but he had a meeting with one of his producers for lunch. Frankie was definitely driven and hard working, but a business lunch on a Saturday was even a little hard for him to swallow. No matter, he’d made it through. The deal was almost done anyway. He was so excited to get started with the casting and the filming. He was basically going to have a reality TV film crew follow him around as he produced his next Broadway play. He was thrilled, but utterly exhausted.

Brittany was hosting a sort of BB16 reunion at her house tonight. Frankie was really excited to see some of his friends again. He knew Caleb was coming. He’d been spending a lot of time in LA recently promoting his new music. Things were going pretty well for Caleb. He was having a blast with his music and he had a beautiful girlfriend. Caleb and Frankie had remained really good friends. Caleb had a heart of gold and Frankie was truly grateful they had become such good friends. Frankie had heard that Amber, Paola, Cody, Nicole, Hayden, and Christine were coming as well. He was definitely cordial with all of them. He wished Derrick would come, but he was busy with his adorable little girl and Frankie could certainly find no fault with that.

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Chapter 3 – Welcome to the Real World | Zankie Fanfiction

Author’s Notes: this is the third and final part of an unprompted fic I wrote that started as a dream originally. The first chapter/part can be found here. The second chapter/part can be found here. Word count for this part is 3,216. Total for the fic is 9,913. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

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Reunion | A Zankie Fanfiction - Part 16

This was another dream inspired fic. I have a direction for this one though, so it’ll be around for a while. I think I’m going to publish in kind of short bursts for this one. So you all are going to hate me at the end of every part, but just know there’s another one coming quicker this way.

Warning: Beginning with Part 5 this fic is in first person from Zach’s perspective. Smut has returned again.

Part 1 is here.

Part 2 is here.

Part 3 is here.

Part 4 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 5 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 6 is here.

Part 7 is here.

Part 8 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 9 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 10 is here.

Part 11 is here.

Part 12 is here.

Part 13 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 14 is here. Smut Warning.

Part 15 is here. Smut Warning.

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