Hey everyone! So I’ve kinda been on hiatus for a while (sorry!) but that’s because these exams have been driving me crazy :) so, without further ado, here’s another installment of the FicBites series!
At a concert
Zach: best person ever to go with because he’s so tall, you can sit on his shoulders and get a 100% unobstructed view of the stage. He’s also super supportive and takes 367 pictures of your cute outfit, even after complaining about his phone’s storage being full.
Justin: you guys had to get the bus there but halfway there it breaks down and you realize you are never gonna get to the concert in time. You’re both upset initially, especially Justin bc he really wanted to make you happy, but you two end up finding a deserted path somewhere and just sitting down, looking at the stars and drinking cold Cokes, listening to the band’s songs on your phone. You don’t talk but it’s a comfortable silence, the kind where you’re entirely at home with each other (this one is by far my favorite!!)
Alex: only goes for super obscure indie band concert, calls everything else “commercialized pop”, really fun when you get there because you realize the music is actually good and because it’s so unknown the stage isn’t mobbed either, knows one of the singers because he used to have band with him in middle school and gets you backstage so you can just hang with them
Tyler: takes pictures the whole time and then tries to sneak backstage, claiming to be “an artist of the lens”. Needless to say gets kicked out ASAP
Marcus: pretends to be wayyyy more important than he is and tells backstage security that he’s really influential. they don’t care
Ryan: actually knows people and is chilling with the biggest people of the industry by the side because he’s just like that
Clay: is really cute because it’s his favorite band and he’s really excited :) wears band merch even through he feels like a dork, buys you both root beer which you drink while talking about deep philosophical stuff under the stars just listening to the music late at night
Jeff: Really sweet because he’s that Instagram boyfriend who takes really cute selfies with you and buys you rainbow cotton candy and lets you sit on his shoulders when you can’t see. Gives you his oversized denim jacket when you get cold and tells you you look really cute in it:
Montgomery: takes 5 billion selfies and walks around for a solid 50 minutes looking for good lighting. is disappointed that he couldn’t get with any models
Tony: you drive home in his car, get roadside waffles on the way, you fall asleep on the way so he covers you up with his jacket and just laughs
authors note: I absolutely loved making this. Jeff is an angel that deserved better.
“Mom, Jeff is here to help me study for history!” You said as you took your boyfriends hand and lead him upstairs to your room.
“Keep the door open.” She yelled after you.
“Mom!” You grunted earning a chuckle from Jeff.
You closed the door to your room against your mothers wishes.
You two had a big history test coming up so you decided you would study together. You lay stomach down on your bed with books and notes surrounding you two.
He pushed a piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
“No.” I smiled. “Do your work and then we’ll talk about it.”
“God damn, woman.” Jeff mumbled and then began reading his textbook. You giggled and began reading over your notes.
You continued reading and quizzing each other in information for about an hour. You were once again reading and the room was silent. You subconsciously moved your hand to the nape of his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
You hadn’t realized what you were doing until the action drew a low moan from the boy next to you. Looking over at your boyfriend you realized he was already looking at you. With a swift moment, he flipped your body over so you were lying on your back.
Jeff’s eyes scanned your face before he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed back. Your hands moved back up to his neck and played with his hair while his hand moved to your face.
“Y/N have you seen my—okay you are making out with my friend.” Clay looked away laughing.
You pulled away from Jeff and sat up fixing each others hair. “Jesus, Clay. Knock much?” You giggle.
“Sorry…Wow this is just so wired. My twin sister and my friend.” He says and you and Jeff burst out laughing.
“Yeah well get used to it, Jensen. She’s a keeper.” Jeff says putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“Glad you two are happy.” Your twin said before he left leaving you to and Jeff to continue what you left off. ;)
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!”
The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.
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.
they don’t watch the get down because
not their kind of show
90 % of
things I watch are Sci-fi, Fantasy and crimes fighting stuff. The get down isn’t
my kind of show either, but I still watched and loved every minute of it. That’s how good that show is. And it’s
only 1 season of 11 episodes man, 11,
you can binge watch show like supernatural, and criminal minds (don’t get me
wrong I also watch and love those shows) that have 12 seasons with like 22 to
26 episodes each, but you can’t survive 11 episodes?
don’t understand what they saying (yes, I’ve heard that)
there is a thing called subtitles you can put on. You can also find it in
diverse languages, it’s 2017 if you don’t have Netflix, don’t tell me you don’t
know some other sites to watch it. Hell, if you really wanna watch it in English,
find someone whose English is better than yours and watch it with them or watch
it more than one time it’s 11 episodes bruh. English is my third language man, I watched it 2 times with subtitles on and I
understood everything just fine
not good LGBT+ rep
Let me tell
you something, I watch a lot of shows and have a lot of ships, and in all my years of shipping, before I watched the Get
Down, there was only 2 others ships that I could kinda see myself in. Do you
see the problem?? I’m a black bisexual girl and in all those tv couples I could
only see myself in 2 of them? And
even then, only when I watch Dizzee ablack bisexual character in an
interracial relationship with Thor that I really know that I really
want something like what they have. When someone ask me what kind of relationship
I want for myself, I won’t have to hesitate because I got the perfect example
of what I want. Maybe they don’t kiss on screen, but the magic with them is that you can feeltheir love for each other without them
saying a single word, they just glow when they are around each other. It’s
fucking surreal man, and I fucking want the same thing and I’m sure I’m not the only one.
words, stop making up weird excuses and go watch that piece of art
A/N: The idea for this one is that Jeff is the readers best friend and she broke up with her shit boyfriend Marcus and when she called Jeff for help he was too busy focusing on other stuff that the reader felt like he stopped caring. Then it ends with sugary sweet fluff and kisses and junk.
You walked around Sheri’s party, red cup in hand looking for your boyfriend Marcus. Huge parties weren’t usually your thing, but you got dragged along by not only him but all of your other friends. Hannah was too busy with Clay, Sheri was busy hosting, Jessica was getting her face sucked off by Justin, and Zach and Marcus were nowhere to be seen.
You walked outside and saw Jeff playing beer pong with Monty. You walked up next to him and stood by his side. He looked down and gave a soft smile before returning to his game.
“Hey, have you seen Marcus around?” You asked. He shook his head no, never turning to look at you. You watched as he aimed before shooting and landing the ball in the middle cup.
“This game is stupid.” You said with a chuckle. Jeff absentmindedly nodded and picked up another ball.
“Almost as stupid as you.” You said with a small smirk, attempting to gain his attention once again.
“Yeah, that’s great, Y/N. I’m a little busy right now.” He said. You looked down sadly and nodded before walking off to find Marcus. You weren’t having any fun and you were ready to go home. You pushed past the sweaty bodies and asked around, but nobody had seen him.
You finished looking downstairs and made your way upstairs. You opened door after door before coming to one at the end of the hallway. You heard moaning coming from inside and you were about to walk away until you heard a familiar voice.
You leaned against the door and heard his voice once again. You pushed open the door and your hand instantly flew to your mouth. He scrambled off the bed holding the blanket against him and began stammering out lame excuses. You looked at the girl and noticed she was one of the cheerleaders. Jenny Kyle.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?!” You shouted angrily.
“Y/N, b-babe. I swear this, this meant nothing! S-she means nothing! This was an accident!” Marcus stammered out, stepping towards you. You backed away, tears pricking at your eyes and shook your head. He kept coming closer and when he got near you, you pushed him back at full force. He stumbled onto the floor and you leaned down to be in his face.
“We. Are. Finished.” You seethed before turning and storming down the stairs. You didn’t even try to cover your tears as they freely flowed down your cheeks. People stared as you walked past, but you didn’t care. You ran outside to find Jeff and saw him standing at the same table with another ball in his hand. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm pulling it down so you could whisper in his ear.
“Please take me home, Jeff.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Jeff groaned quietly and pulled his arm from your grasp.
“Can’t you get Marcus or Clay to do it? Jeez, Y/N, I’m trying to play.” He said in an annoyed voice. You scoffed and stormed away from him, not believing what he had said. You managed to find Tony in the crowd and convinced him to take you home. Thankfully, he knew you weren’t in the mood to answer any questions, so he didn’t even ask. He drove you home in silence and spent the night with you as you cried into his chest.
You woke up with your eyes puffy from crying, and Tony’s arm wrapped around yours. You shook him and his eyes slowly peeled open before meeting yours. He sighed as he saw your reddened cheeks.
“Hey, you gonna be alright? We don’t have to go. I can take you to Rosie’s and we can just skip a day.” He said as you climbed out of bed, before walking to your closet to find the comfiest outfit for the day.
“No thanks, T. I appreciate it though.” You said softly, your voice still scratchy from crying. He nodded and gave a sympathetic smile before standing and wrapping his arms around you, tightly pulling him into his chest.
“You’re gonna be alright, kid. I’ve got your back.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well, trying to refrain from crying again, but of course a few tears escaped. Tony felt you shaking and pulled away before wiping your tears.
“Don’t cry. He isn’t worth your tears.” He said. You took in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile. He returned a small one before patting your shoulder and walking towards your door.
“I’ll be downstairs. I’ll drive you today, and we can stop for breakfast if you want.” He offered.
“Thanks for driving but we don’t need to stop.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your bedroom, leaving you alone to change. You pulled off your clothing and walked into your bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped into it. You quickly cleaned yourself and stepped out, drying off and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, a matching tank top and a grey hoodie. You pulled your (Y/H/C) hair up into a ponytail and walked out. You walked downstairs to meet Tony and grabbed a pair of black combat boots similar to his.
You walked out and he drove you both in silence. When you arrived you had to part ways, but not before a reassuring hug.
You walked to your locker in silence, ignoring everyone in your path. You put in your combination and opened your locker, pulling out a few books.
“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call. You looked up and saw Jeff running towards you. You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker before turning and walking away. You could hear his footsteps growing closer and you sped up, trying your best to avoid him as he called your name. You felt his hand grab your shoulder before he stepped in front of you.
“Hey, you alright?” He asked, worry in his eyes. You scoffed and crossed your arms.
“Oh, so now you suddenly care?” You asked with a raised brow. Jeff looked at you in confusion and shook his head.
“What are you talking about, Y/N/N? I’ve always cared about you. You’re my best friend.” He said. You rolled your eyes and looked down.
“Didn’t seem like you cared last night. All you cared about was that stupid game.” You said pushing past him, walking to class. Jeff followed quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom.
“Jeff, what the hell? Let me go to class!” You exclaimed. Jeff just stared at you as you began to seethe.
“What, what happened?” He asked quietly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“It didn’t seem important to you yesterday. Why should you care now?” You said angrily. Jeff ran his hands over his face and sighed.
“Monty had me in a bet and I wanted to win. You know how competitive I can get, Y/N.” He explained. You shook your head and looked away.
“That doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole. And if you seriously must know what happened, I broke up with Marcus because I caught him fucking another girl. Jenny Fucking Kyle.” You said angrily. Jeff stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
“Yeah, I walked in on them both. Great fucking sight to see, but of course you don’t care. My problems aren’t important.” You said with tears beginning to fill your eyes. Jeff noticed and walked closer to you. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him, but instead he grabbed it and pulled you into an embrace.
You tried your hardest to fight him as you started crying but as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered into your ear, you slowly stopped fighting and just began sobbing into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and you fisted his shirt tightly.
“Shh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He whispered. You shook in his arms as you let every emotion free.
“Why would he do that to me, Jeff? What did I do to deserve that? Was I not good enough?” You cried. Jeff continued to shush you and calm you down.
“Hey, look at me.” He said, lifting your head up with his finger.
“Don’t you dare cry over him. You’re way too good for that douchebag. He doesn’t deserve you. And don’t you ever say you’re not good enough. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny, and unique and any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” He said, whispering that last part, but it was loud enough where you heard.
He brought a hand to your cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. You licked your lips and he looked down as you slowly ran your tongue over them. He mirrored your actions and you did the same. He looked back into your watery (Y/E/C) eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart skipped at the feeling. His lips were soft and had a hint of strawberry and mint to them. You brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.
You both broke away once your lungs began straining for air and you rested your forehead against his. Your lips still tingled from coming in contact with his and you smiled a bit.
“Y/N?” He said, barely above a whisper. You hummed in response, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You know I love you, right?” Jeff asked quietly. You nodded against him and he sighed.
“Seeing you with Marcus nearly drove me insane. He’s a fucking asshole, and you… you’re just too good for him. You’re honestly too good for me, and I’d be perfectly fine if you don’t like me the way I like you, and if it’s too soon to start anything, and-” He rambled, but you cut him off with another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away, looking into his eyes.