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sukunasdirtylaugh · 5 years

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Romanian Assassin

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Okay...so the title is pretty self explanatory, right? Do you like laughing until your stomach hurts, crying bc of feels, and feeling this wave of happiness once the characters you ship are finally together? Well honey, that’s what you’re getting I mean, who doesn’t love a sexy ‘Romanian’ speaking Assassin in a suit? This ain’t no Twilight honey.

WARNING: The following chapter(s) may include: Frustration, feels, mental tears, shook ovaries, and the feeling of wanting to rip the hair out of your fucking skull (Please don’t). SIDE EFFECTS may include: A sore abdomen from laughing too hard (might as well get that 6-pack, right?) lady feels, sore eyes from crying (as if we haven’t cried already) and ultra mega happiness.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE SOFT BUT WILL HAVE YOU SHOOK okay? (also, pls tell me what you think pls)

My partner had happened to be this incredibly tall-roughly 6ft tall- handsome, with ultramarine deep blue eyes, and a nose that could easily be compared to a Greek’s. His jawline was sharp, just like the knives located under his shoes and sleeves and a tongue that could only speak fluent and quick Romanian.

Working as an assassin, you could either 1). Work for someone by protecting a certain individual or 2). Kill a dangerous target that would harm others.

“I’m so exhausted!” Proclaimed our current client, Kiara.

“I’m going to be taking a shower.” said the woman with a smooth and sultry voice. She turned around and her -not so natural brown curls- followed her as her white silky robe was starting to fall off her shoulders as if she wanted me and my partner to see. I look up to see her and smile at her as her eyes are focused on my partner who didn’t seem to pay any attention to her sitting from the couch.

He sharpened the considerably large pocket knife in his hand, running the blade against the steel rod in his grasp quietly before he paused, his broad shoulders tense as he turned his head up to look at us when he felt our stares, his face etched with slight irritation.

I look back at Kiara and notice that she dared to look at Sebastian-the two of them seemingly exchanging looks leaving me like a monkey in the middle. She bit her bottom lip and exposed her shoulders and moved her brown blonde hair to her side implying that she may need help.

Did she need to be supervised? I could look after her.

Anything could happen really. She could slip and break her head, the shower head could break her skull or she could have a heart attack in there. You never know with clients you know.

My partner looked at her-calculating and his eyes flicker down to her chest before going back to his knife sharpening and yawns and continues doing what he was doing in an uninterested gesture.

Kiara looked more than disappointed and drew her breath after the rejection.

Oh no.

“Uh here,” I said reaching into my bag-her look now on me as I grabbed a few bottles of shampoo and hair conditioning from my weapon bag and hand them to her.

“They’ve got the best scents and I really like the bottles this hotel carries, I mean, have you seen such a butterfly design like that? It looks real! I got as many as I could but don’t worry! I left as many thank you notes for the maids,” I explained as I showed her my multiple sticky notes and thank you notes that I take with me at all times.

She didn’t say anything before scoffing and turning her heel away from me and slamming the door behind her shut leaving me and my partner alone.

“Okay!” I wave with a small smile, “I hope you like them!” I say as I look back to the mint wrapper in my hand.

This hotel gave out the best pillow mints! I even ate Kiara and Sebastian’s mints and I don’t think they minded though...or so I hope not.

“Hey partner,” I say as I greet him, his eyes still focused on sharpening his knife.

“ I know you only speak Romanian but can you believe this is our first mission together?” I ask, “I’m glad we got our client to her destination and it feels like it was just yesterday you were cracking your knuckles looking like you wanted to punch me. Crazy, right?” I laugh at the fond memory of us in Robert’s office.

“Yeah just like that!” I point out with a smile as he cracks his knuckles again, the two rings on his hands emphasizing his muscular hands.

“I know you don’t understand me but I made you this,” I say as I place a sticky note in front of him on the table that reads

“vă mulțumesc partener” in Romanian (thank you partner).

He sent me a blank stare after looking at it making me give him a small smile in return.

“Nu suntem parteneri,” Sebastian finally spoke out (we are not partners).

I stare at him taking in the moment and remind myself to breathe.

“Oh wow, sorry. It’s just that you never say anything and I just wanted to appreciate the moment. But hey, I’m happy we are talking so that’s definitely progress.” I celebrated nodding with another small smile and extend my hand in hopes of getting a high five.

Sebastian then proceeds to get up and walk away without any warning ignoring my hand.

Do not, I repeat, don’t cringe or curl up into a ball from rejection. He spoke to you today! You should be ecstatic!

“Okay not in the mood? That��s fine! We can try another time. Whenever you’re ready!” I call out already noticing that he left the room before I could finish my words.

“Progress.” I say quietly and high five myself in reward.

Before I could do anything else, I hear a noticeable hard bump from the shower and see Kiara out.

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” I ask her as she’s gripping into her loose towel.

Can’t have the wife of a mafia boss hurt, can I?

“You’ve got a bruise!” I point out. “Do you want me to check it?”

“No!” She says quickly, “uhh, what I mean is, I’d love some help, but can you call Sebastian please?”

“Oh he’s in his room but I’m here now. I can check it now if you want-“

“No!” She said breaking off character, “What I mean is that I’d like for him to check my wound.” She says with a sheepish smile.

“Oh but I’m here now! Wouldn’t you want me to-“

“Trust me,” she says, “I’d feel much more comfortable if Sebastian checked it out.”

“Oh okay,” I say nodding in comprehension. Maybe it was a trust thing?

“Hey Sebastian, Kiara wants you-“ I blurt out as I walk into his room to find Sebastian completely shirtless by the window-a wall mirror on the side as he’s cleaning up a wound.

“Hey why didn’t you tell me?” I said in a soft voice. Nearing him closer, I notice him giving me a look as if to scare me off.

“Don’t give me that look Mr.Grumpy-Pants. I know we have a language barrier going on here and we can’t really communicate but you could have at least shown me you were hurt or at least in pain you know?” I say as I’m already addressing his wound. He draws in a barely noticeable sharp breath when I put some alcohol in his wound with a cotton ball. He’s in pain.

“Thank you for taking the bullet for me,” I say after a moment of silence still dabbing the Cotton ball lightly on his skin. “Nobody has ever taken a bullet for me-only you…”

He didn’t reply as I slowly finished stitching him.

I giggle, “You know, I could tell you just about anything and you still probably wouldn’t have any idea as to what I’m saying?”

“I could tell you about my short lived romance with young Leonardo Dicaprio and writing fanfiction when I was 14. I swear his hair back in Titanic was the death of me,” I sigh at the memory. “Those were the days man.”

“Or I could tell you about the time when I had my own fan based blog on this one guy I had a total crush on. Guess what? I had the biggest crush on him. And do you wanna know something else?” I asked him as I notice him looking away sighing in an uninterested manner, “I didn’t even know him! He was a celebrity!”

“I could tell you anything right now you know? Hey, did you know I’m wearing a black thong which I don’t usually wear at home but I always wear them during missions to make me feel powerful?” I commented as I shrugged as if it was nothing before noticing that Sebastian was suddenly choking (see the image for reference) on his water, lowering his head and spitting the liquid before wiping his fleshy pink lips turning to look at me with a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.

I blinked at him in realization.

“...Can you...can you understand me-?”

“(Y/N)! What’s taking you so Goddamn long?! I need Sebastian! My chest is hurting!” Kiara’s cry was heard all the way from the hallway interrupting my question as I turn my head in the direction of her voice.

“Oh right.” I say, “Kiara needs you.” I exclaim as I feel like such a bad person for forgetting and immediately reach for my handy-dandy Berlitz Romanian Picture Dictionary when I feel Sebastian’s stare on my forehead.

“Uh help! Kiara needs...Ajutor! Ajutor! Kiara needs Ajutor with-“ I say as I am frantically skimming the book with my hands anxiously before Sebastian grabbed me and pulled me up to face him; then taking the book in his hands.

There was a slight smirk on his face as he skimmed the pages before looking up to me and pointing at me with his index finger.

“Prost fata,” he says. (Dumb girl).

“Me, me I’m Prost fata.” I reiterate with an uncertain tone and point at myself as he’s nodding.

“Da, bum tampit.” (Yes, good idiot). He says with a look of approval before I beam at him with what lasts a few seconds of pure happiness before I look down to my book to see the definition of what tampit was.

“Hey I’m not an idiot.” I defended as my smile falls at the realization of what Sebastian had just called me. He then proceeds to take the book from my hands into his before smacking me lightly in the forehead with it making me let out a small “ow” and puts the book in my hands as he heads his way out to Kiara’s room.

I gazed at the room and rub my forehead.

I am not an idiot.

My phone suddenly vibrates letting me know something is wrong and as soon as I look into the camera display system I set up, three men in black are heading their way up here.

“I got this,” I say to myself before reaching for my gun on my way out but stop in the hall to hear the commotion in Kiara’s room.

It was Sebastian talking and it made me completely stop me in my steps to hear him.

He was speaking fluent English.

My mouth fell open as I closed my mouth before running outside to take care of the men. I rest my head on the outside of the suite door in shock. Before I know it, the three men are already inside and I frown. I take my gun out to shoot one man on the head and immediately hold a “shhh!” motion to them, stopping them in the middle of their tracks; confusion filling their faces.

Talk about terrible timing.

Before the other two could even shoot, I fire at the other man in black leaving one. I quickly shoot his hand and he falls to his knees.

"I’m Sorry about that but shh... I'm trying to listen." I whispered, looking around at his two dead allies on the ground before I moved the both of us back in front of Kiara’s door, my gun still held to his skull and my hand still over his lips.

"It is my duty as your protector is to deliver you safely back home without any injuries. It is your job as a client, is to not make such attempts at getting me to fuck you just because your idiotule of a husband can't do it right." Sebastian’s firm raspy voice spoke through the door as my eyes widened, his voice just as slow, sensuous, and authorative when he spoke in English as he did in fluent Romanian.

“Wow... did you know he spoke English?” I ask as I’m already on him as he furiously shakes his head no.

“Same here buddy.”

Suddenly, the door erupted with men. One saying “There they are!” As they barged in and began to point their guns at me.

“Seriously? There’s more of you guys?” I asked at the man in my hold.

Swiftly, I moved the man I just called buddy as a body shield to doge the dozens of bullets. I mentally apologized to him.

“You bitch!” The man who seemed to be the leader of the pack yelled coming for me as he threw his gun away running out of bullets. He’s quick and doesn’t waste a second to pin me to the wall in a choke hold.

This is it. I’m going to die.

“We’re finally getting rid of people like you.” He spoke as tears blurred my vision.

“See you in Hell.” Another voice spoke before the man in front of me had a hole in the middle of his forehead and fell to the ground releasing me instantly.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, fata?”

“I’m sorry.” I say immediately before stopping myself and realizing that I shouldn’t be sorry.

“Wait a darn hecking second, no. No I’m not. I’m not sorry.”

Sebastian looked at me-motioning me that there was someone creeping up behind me and with strength, I brought the hitman’s arm over my shoulder and flipped him to his back as he let out a paint full groan before Sebastian shot the man in the head with no second thought.

“Like I said,” I paused catching my breath, “I’m not sorry.”

I then noticed more men enter the entrance and Sebastian immediately went through them as I joined him between kicks, dodges, and gunshots.

“You...deliberately pretended that you didn’t speak a word of English,” I said through heavy breathing as I had a man in a headlock. Sebastian didn’t waste time in grabbing the man from my arms before throwing the man onto the upcoming men with an unexplainable strength.

“It’s going to take a lot for you to gain my trust back,” I half heartedly said.

He panted as his chest noticeably rose and grabbed his gun to further shoot the men that had fallen.

“That’s fine by me,” he said as if he couldn’t care less before he grabbed the wrist of one man and twisted his arm before pushing him harshly against the wall; his body weight on the man from keeping him from moving.

“Okay I forgive you,” I say almost instantly grabbing a man by the shoulders and slamming his head against the table- knowing that I still wanted to talk to Sebastian and ask him more questions. If I would be mad at him, I couldn’t ask him any questions so forgiving him seemed like the best option.

“But why did you pretend?” I asked.

Sebastian huffed, “Well it seemed like the best option at the time. I thought you wouldn’t talk to me because of the language barrier and we would just work on this mission and then no more communicating.” He said as he looked at all the dead bodies in the room and pools of blood forming. Surprisingly, there was no blood on his suit or hands at all. He looked at the mess and shook his head before saying that we needed to get out of here.

“I was obviously wrong about that,” he commented with a slight look of irritation as he furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head once more; dismissing his thoughts.

I was ready to give him a piece of my mind. How I felt, and how I wanted to tell him that he was a meanie but he didn’t give me a chance to speak up.

“Veni, come. We have got to get out of here before anyone else gets here.” Sebastian directed not even looking back at me putting his gun smoothly in his black ironed pants before using his hand and jerked his fingers in a gesture for me to follow him.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Screeched a voice. That voice was Kiara’s. She was now fully dressed with some damp hair strands surrounding her face.

“That wasn’t a question for permission. We are leaving now.” Said Sebastian sternly as he packed his guns in his black bag-swiftly zipping them up.

“Well I’m not going. Especially with a man like you-“

“Da, of course. A man like me. A man that works for you and a man that just risked his life saving your life.” He said as he looked my way. “Hold on, make it two. Two people risking their lives for yours.”

“You’re so rude! So disrespectful! So-“

Sebastian immediately speed walked his way angrily towards her and his face was merely inches from her. His index finger threatening stood out as if to make a point.

“Disrespectful? Fine. The moment you finally find what you call ‘self-respect’ is, you call me. Then, I’ll apologize and respect you, femeie.” (woman).

He slowly backed off away from her and Kiara noticeably sunk down in her chair.

A few moments passed before I thought it was okay to speak up.

“Come on, sweetie. You should come. We don’t want you hurt and we want to keep you as safe as a pillow.” I say as I give her a small warm smile, “Go on, pack your bags and we’ll be here for you, okay?” I say before she nodded saying nothing more and leaving quickly from the scene.

After that, Sebastian turned to me and grazed his eyes to my lower region. A small smirk crept up on his lips and I could swear this was the closest thing to smiling I could ever get to.

He bit his lip slowly and his eyes met my face.

“So...black thongs…” he commented in a slower and deeper voice. Sebastian brought his hand slowly to his lips and massaged the bottom part as if he was thinking of something. I sharply inhaled.

“I saw you more as a granny pantie kind of girl.” He admitted.

“Oh no silly,” I said letting off what seemed to be both a sigh and nervous laugh. “Those are my period panties!” I waved off the thought and noticed Kiara come in with her case.

Sebastian looked at me with confused looking brows-dismissing the thought, then looked at Kiara. He then nodded before speaking up.

“We need to get on the road, now.” He commanded sending chills down my spine and I looked over to Kiara. Her face white as a ghost’s as a red laser dot lay on her forehead. Sebastian and I both sprung into action and before I knew it, I fell a wave of instant dozing sleep consume me. The last two things on my mind were the fact that Sebastian didn’t only speak Romanian but English as well, and the feeling of falling into a pit of blackness that we call sleep.

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A/N: WOOHOOO! CHAPTER ONE IS DONE! I’M SO HAPPY TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU GUYS AND DISCLAIMER, THE IDEA ISN’T FULLY MINE. I HAVE THE NASTY MENTAL HABIT OF USING SOME IDEAS FROM STUFF I READ AND WATCH AND END UP MAKING SOMETHING LIKE THIS haha. but in all seriousness, what did you think? I’d love to know your expectations for the next chapter or just how this made you feel and what parts did you like? thank you!

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fanficimagery · 7 years

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Anonymous said: A jeffxreader where she sits with the jocks at their lunch table bc she recently broke her arm and they are rlly protective of her especially jeff bc he likes her and just include silly banter amongst all of them and maybe later jeff finally gets the courage to ask her out and she happily agrees and fluff thnx <3

Author’s Note: Dear requester, I had to switch arm to ankle because I royally screwed up. Sorry!

JEFF X READER

"Seriously, Jeff, you don't have to keep driving me to school," you chuckle. "I’m plenty capable of doing things on my own still.”

Shaking his head in refusal, Jeff parks in the student parking lot of the high school before turning towards you. "If it wasn't for me goading you, you wouldn't have been playing flag football with us, Y/N. I sometimes forget just how rowdy those idiots can get."

"It's not your fault."

"It kind of is."

As you grin at him, your mind takes you back to the previous weekend when Jeff goaded you into playing flag football with him and the other jocks. It was meant to be fun and it was, but then they divided up the teams into shirts vs. skins and while you were ogling Jeff who'd been on the skins team.. Monty and Justin got a little too rough, and pulled you down into their playful scuffle. Only it wasn't so playful and you're the one who ended up being injured.

You wrinkle your nose at Jeff. "I take it back. It's totally your fault," you mumble.

He laughs, oblivious to the real reasoning you were distracted that day on the field. "I'm glad we agree. Now come on, lets head to class."

For some reason, however, today is just not your day. You've managed before to go from class to class without any problems, but it's like someone jinxed you. Your ankle is suddenly bothering you, you keep losing your balance, and every single person who comes up to you with pity in their expressions just grates on your nerves.

But it's Tyler who really pushes you over the edge. Tyler who, if he doesn't have his camera in your face, is waiting around the corner and shooting candids after you’ve told him numerous of times to leave you alone.

And then by some miraculous decision the following day, you find people backing off as the jocks take point. First it's Jeff walking you and carrying your book bag the first two class periods, then Zach shoots that puppy smile at you to distract you so he could steal your belongings and carry them for the next class period, Justin somehow figures that taking notes for you fourth and fifth period will help you out, and Monty just scowls at anyone who tries talking to you in sixth. Bryce chats you up in seventh and even offers to drive you home after school, but Walker's always given you a weird vibe that you politely decline and mention you'll just wait for Jeff.

They keep it up for a whole two weeks and apparently aren't going to let up anytime soon.

"Seriously, man, just ask her out," Monty grunts, lifting weights at Jeff's side. "Since you've appointed us her body guards, everyone tends to steer clear. You have no competition."

Jeff shakes his head. "It's not that simple. We have a good thing right now and I don't want to ruin it by putting her on the spot. I'm not even sure she likes me," he grunts. "If she doesn't like me, I make things weird and I lose my friend."

The weights drop from Monty's hands with a loud thump! "You're joking, right?" He comes to stand in front of Jeff, a look of disbelief in his features. Jeff shrugs and gently places his own set of weights down. "Dude. The reason Y/N ended up with a broken ankle is because she was too busy staring at you prancing around half naked to see the scuffle heading straight for her."

"What?"

This time, Monty laughs. "Atkins. Bro," he shakes his head in amused disbelief. "I just- I can't with you right now."

As Monty turns to head out of the lifting room, Jeff jogs after him. "Wait! What do you mean? Come on, Cruz, don't be an asshole!"

Jeff's stacking food onto one lunch tray for the both of you when you feel someone yank your crutches from your hands. You mutter curses at the idiot who dare take away the only thing helping you walk, but as you try to hop around and tell off whoever's taken them you feel an arm at your back and the person bends just low enough for their other arm to cradle the back of your knees.

Scooped up in a bridal carry, you soon come face to face with a beaming Zach. "Dammit, Gigantor! Put me down."

"No can do, Y/L/N. We're eating outside today and you take forever to hobble down a few steps."

You want to argue back with him, but you know he's right. You still haven't mastered taking the stairs with crutches, but being carried draws attention and that's the last thing you want. So instead of arguing a pointless argument with Zach, you look to Jeff. "Jeffrey, tell the Giant to let me go. I'm plenty capable of walking. Or hopping."

"Sorry, babe. He does have a point."

Babe? You blink in surprise and your mind blanks.

Not a single word leaves your mouth, what little processing your brain is capable of still stuck on the word babe and how it effortlessly fell from Jeff's lips. Zach, too, seems rather amused, but more by the blush slowly staining your cheeks as opposed to Jeff's sudden realization of what he's just said. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out and Jeff sheepishly smiles at you before busying him by putting your favorite foods on the tray. Zach snorts and as you wrap your arms around his neck to help stabilize yourself, you pinch one of his earlobes.

"You know, you do complain an awful lot for being carried by one of the sweetest guys in school." You turn towards the voice and Jessica smiles impishly at you, she being the one to carry your crutches as Justin loads up a lunch tray for himself and her. It's awfully cute how Justin tends to his girlfriend and you try not to think too much on how Jeff's doing the same for you. His friend.

But you put that on the back burner for now and shrug at Jessica. "I know he means well, but I don't like being so high up. I'm afraid of heights."

Jess giggles and Zach rolls his eyes. "We can't all be fun-sized like you, Y/N."

You glare halfheartedly as he starts walking, easily maneuvering around the cafeteria and out the side doors. Jeff follows behind him, winking at you when you pout at him in defeat, and behind him follows Justin and Jessica. Monty brings up the rear, a tray loaded with enough food for three people and you guess that that's why Zach didn't seem too upset about carrying you. Monty was getting his food for him.

You have lunch with the jocks outside as you’ve recently been doing, Jeff nearly sitting thigh to thigh with you. Zach and Monty bicker in front you and to your left sits Justin and Jessica who seem in their own little world.

Halfway through lunch, Monty and Zach start to get a little loud for their friendly banter, and you throw a half eaten french fry at them. "Cool it, Twilight!" You direct at Monty. "The last thing I need is you to start a fight and break something else on me. Again."

Monty scowls. "Twilight?"

"Yeah." You shrug as Jessica snickers, she and Justin now tuned in to what you're saying. "You remind me of that werewolf guy with the anger issues. Always quick to be offended and just itching for a fight."

Zach starts laughing now and Monty quickly punches his arm. Then he turns his attention back on you. "I don't know whether to laugh at the fact you actually watched those movies or be offended you compared me to a mutt."

"He is a hot mutt," Jessica muses and then shrieks when Justin tickles her in retaliation.

You, however, you just smirk and shrug. "We all had our phases. I'm not ashamed to admit I watched the movies."

"Uh huh." His eyes narrow on you and he looks seconds away from retorting with some stupid remark, but his gaze darts to Jeff instead. "Atkins, get your girl under control. She's being a dick."

You laugh at his assessment, but your heart's pounding and you're praying your laugh doesn't sound as nervous as you feel.

Your girl. Monty called you Jeff's girl and so far, Jeff's not denying it and no one at your table looks like it's a big deal when it should be a big deal! You and Jeff are friends, nothing more. Nothing less. Although you wouldn't mind if it was something more.

A few more seconds pass and all Jeff does is laugh, and you figure that if Jeff's going to play it cool, then so can you.

So you scoff. "His girl?" You muse, raising an eyebrow at Monty while casually leaning your head on Jeff's shoulder. "Do you see me wearing his Letterman? I'm no one's girl, Montgomery."

"Is that all it takes, Y/L/N?" Monty grins. "You're easier than I thought you'd be."

Despite the double meaning behind his words, you let it slide. "That and a peanut butter cookie. You boys don't realize that us girls like to be fed, too. Food makes all the difference. You should takes some notes."

A cookie lands in front of you before Monty can retort and your teasing smirk falls. Your head swivels to face Jeff on your right, the same direction the cookie came from, and you gape at his sheepish smile and studded ears glinting in the afternoon sun.

"So a cookie and my Letterman, huh? I'm pretty sure that can be arranged," Jeff says, already shrugging out of his jacket.

"Wait, what?"

"Finally," Monty groans as he pushes up from his seat.

"Finally? What do you mean by finally?" You ask him, but Monty's gathering his trash and walking away. Zach laughs and you look at him. "Dempsey?"

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "This is between you and Atkins. Have fun." He's quick to follow after Monty and as you look for Jessica, she and Justin are long gone.

What. The. Hell.

"So a little birdy told me," Jeff starts off nervously, then gaining some confidence as he goes on when you hesitantly give him your attention, "that you were ogling me that day we were playing flag football and that’s why you ended up with a broken ankle. That true?"

Your mouth opens and then clicks shut. Your shoulders slump in defeat. Fuck you, little birdy.

"It is," he chuckles in realization. You blush, but he's quick to turn and straddle the bench so he's facing you. "Funny thing is, I don't mind. Not at all." Leaning in to make sure you make eye contact with him, he says, "I'm being serious with that cookie throw-down. And my Letterman. I've liked you for a while now, but didn't know if you liked me more than a friend until Monty pointed it out. I had to work up some courage and then you gave me the perfect opening."

"You're being serious," you finally realize. Holy shit! "You really want this."

"Yeah. I do. So what do you say, Y/N? Wanna be my girl?"

Your lips twitch into an infectious smile. "Yes, Jeffrey, I'll be your girl."

#imagine #jeff atkins #jeff x reader #th1rteen r3asons why #13RW #montgomery de la cruz #zach dempsey #jessica davis #fanficimagery

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