jeff favor

Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.


Part Two

Imagine finding a really embarrassing photo of yourself as Jeff’s lock screen and he refuses to change it when you ask.

I gotta give credit where it’s due and thank @tapes-at-monets for creating ‘Dating Jeff Atkins’ headcanons which spawned this idea :)

I Do Not Own The GIF. All Credit Goes to Owner Wherever He/She Is.

JEFF X READER

Monet’s was everyone’s go-to cafe whether it be in the mornings before school, afternoons after school, or someplace to grab a quick bite to eat for dinner. So, of course, this is where Clay finds you and your boyfriend Jeff grabbing a bite to eat.

“Hey, guys, I’m really sorry to interrupt, but I need a favor.”

Jeff immediately glances up, on edge, and you smile sheepishly at Clay since he had walked up right when you had taken an enormous bite of your sandwich. “What happened? What’s wrong?” Jeff asks and you roll your eyes in good humor at the protectiveness your boyfriend feels over the Jensen boy. 

“Uh, nothing..?” Clay frowns. “I just- my phone died. I was looking for Tony, but I can’t find him anywhere. Can I use one of your phones?”

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Então… tenho boas e más notícias. A má notícia é que, aparentemente, estou morta. A boa é que, se você está lendo isso, você com certeza não está (a não ser que tenha wifi no além). Concordo, é uma droga. É uma droga sem tamanho, mas me sinto muito feliz por ter vivido uma vida tão repleta de amor, alegria e amigos incríveis. Tenho sorte em poder dizer, com toda sinceridade, que tenho zero arrependimentos e que gastei todas as minhas energias tentando viver a vida ao máximo. Eu amo todos vocês e agradeço a cada um por ter dividido comigo momentos maravilhosos. Qualquer que seja a sua religião, eu fico feliz que ela te traga algum consolo. Mas peço que você respeite o fato de nós não sermos religiosos. Então, por favor, não diga a Brianna que estou no céu. Na cabecinha dela, isso significa que eu escolhi estar em outro lugar, que eu a deixei. Na verdade, eu fiz tudo o que pude para ficar junto dela e não há nenhum, NENHUM outro lugar em que eu preferiria estar do que ao lado dela e de Jeff. Por favor, não a confundam, não a façam pensar, nem por um segundo, que isso talvez possa não ser verdade. Porque eu não estou no céu. Estou aqui. Só não estou nesta porcaria de corpo que se virou contra mim. Minha energia, meu amor, meu riso, e todas aquelas lembranças incríveis, está tudo aqui com vocês. Por favor, não se lembre de mim com pena ou com tristeza. Sorria, sabendo o tanto que nós nos divertimos juntos, sabendo que o tempo que passamos juntos foi maravilhoso. Eu detesto deixar as pessoas tristes. Mais do que qualquer coisa, eu adoro fazer as pessoas rirem. Então, por favor, ao invés de ficar remoendo a tragédia da minha morte, ria das lembranças que criamos juntos e do quanto a gente se divertiu. Por favor, conte histórias para a Brianna, para que ela saiba o quanto eu a amo e como sempre vou me orgulhar dela (e me faça parecer muito, mas muito mais legal do que sou). Porque não há nada na vida que eu ame mais do que ser a mãe dela. Nada. Cada momento que eu passei com ela foi uma felicidade que eu não imaginava existir até que ela aterrissou na minha vida. E não diga que eu perdi a batalha contra o câncer. Porque o câncer pode ter tirado tudo de mim, mas ele não tirou o meu amor, minha esperança ou a minha alegria. Não foi uma batalha, foi simplesmente a vida. Muitas vezes ela é brutal e injusta, e é assim que as coisas são. Eu não perdi, caramba. Eu considero a forma como vivi com câncer durante anos uma vitória enorme. Por favor, lembre-se disso. E o mais importante, eu tive a sorte de passar mais de uma década com o amor da minha vida e com o meu melhor amigo, Jeff. Almas gêmeas existem. Cada dia com Jeff ao meu lado foi hilário e repleto de amor. Ele é, com certeza, o melhor marido do universo. Durante toda essa porcaria de câncer, ele nunca titubeou, mesmo naqueles momentos em que a maioria das pessoas iria querer fugir. Mesmo nos piores dias imagináveis, encontramos uma forma de rir juntos. Eu o amo mais do que a própria vida e acredito sinceramente que esse amor, de tão especial, só pode ser eterno. O tempo é o que há de mais precioso neste mundo, e eu sou muito grata por ter compartilhado tantos anos da minha vida com Jeff. Eu te amo. E eu acredito que a nossa filha é uma encarnação desse amor. Só de pensar que vou ter que me despedir de vocês, isso parte o meu coração. E se a sua tristeza for a metade da minha, meu coração se parte de novo, porque a última coisa que eu quero nesta vida é fazer vocês sofrerem. Eu espero que, com o tempo, vocês possam pensar em mim com um sorriso porque, putz, tivemos uma vida incrível. Então pesquisem aí o “Physicist’s Eulogy” no Google e saibam que é um fato científico: eu sempre vou estar com vocês. Eu sei que, se vocês pararem e prestarem atenção, vou estar aí (da forma menos assustadora possível). Vocês são o meu mundo e não há palavras que descrevam o quanto eu amei cada instante que passamos juntos. Amigos, eu amo todos vocês e agradeço a cada um por uma vida inacreditável. E obrigada a todos os médicos e enfermeiros maravilhosos que cuidaram tão bem de mim. Eu não duvido que a minha equipe médica fez tudo o que pôde. Do fundo do meu coração, eu desejo a todos vocês uma vida longa e saudável, e eu espero que vocês possam sentir a mesma gratidão que eu sinto por cada dia vivido. Se você for ao meu enterro, por favor certifique-se de que a conta do bar esteja à altura da ocasião. Liga o som, toca “Keg on My Coffin” (Barril de cerveja no meu caixão) e dance em cima da mesa (em algum momento é bom que haja alguém dançando). Celebre a beleza da vida com uma festa de arromba porque é isso que eu gostaria. Eu acredito que, de alguma maneira, eu vou achar um jeito de estar lá também (você sabe que detesto perder uma boa festa). E como eu estou aguardando ansiosa a oportunidade de assombrar todos vocês, na verdade isso não é um adeus, e sim um até breve. Por favor, só faça uma coisa por mim: tire alguns minutos cada dia para celebrar essa aventura frágil e louca da vida. E nunca se esqueça: cada dia importa.
—  Carta de despedida de Heather McManamy.
Mija  // Jeff Atkins

A/N: This took me forever, and it’s long as hell. Word count is like 2K.

Named after: The fact that I thought it was mad cute.

Part 1 “Mijo”


It had been eleven days since his parents caught you in the middle of…almost sex. Eleven days, and yes you were counting. Eleven days of hugs, hand holding, and everything else that just friends do. Eleven days of nothing. Eleven days since Jeff had at least, kissed you.

It was frustrating, mentally and sexually, the way he was treating you. He made you feel like you had the same sex appeal as the sweaty socks on his feet.

 That’s not to say you didn’t try talking to him about it. You tried on day three, and he brushed it off, as though you made it up in your head.


You stood next to the trunk of Jeff’s car, post-baseball practice, as he was taking off his cleats. He set his slides on the gravel in front of him and leaned back into your ride home.

“Jeff… ” you whined.

He paused for a moment, turning at your tone of voice. “What’s up babe?”

“Is there a reason we haven’t done anything since…you know” you bite your lip looking up at him, nervous for honestly whatever he was going to say.

 "What do you mean?“ He answers, his voice wavers and he turns back to his shoes immediately. More focused on untying his laces than on telling you why he’s suddenly acting like he’s considering becoming a priest.

 At least if he told you he was planning on becoming a man of the cloth you’d understand what was going on. Instead, it feels like…like he doesn’t even care like he’s not into you anymore. And that in itself scares the shit out of you.

 He’s not even looking in your general direction when you prompt him again,

“We haven’t even kissed-”

 The sound of his cleats hitting one another is enough to stop whatever you were going to say. Jeff continues along, clouding out the sound of your voice. As if he was going to die if he didn’t get the dirt off his cleats at that very moment.

 "Yes, we have.“ He asserts, his eyes still on the Nike swish.

 You roll your eyes at him, moving in front of your boyfriend. You grab his wrists to stop the clatter of his shoe wear. “When.” You ask, doing your best to try and make him listen to you.

 He huffs briefly, avoiding your face. “I don’t- I don’t know…listen, I have a test on Thursday and it’s freaking me out a bit so can we just talk about this later?”

 "C’mon…” you start.

 His head tilts to the side, his eyes finally meet yours and his shoulders drop. You knew in your gut the conversation was not going to fall in your favor.

 "Please?“ He enunciates. “Just let me get through this test”

 He pouts and you’re glad he at least still remembers how to make you agree to whatever he wants because you’re nodding. Letting go of his wrists and getting into the passenger seat.


Jeff got through the test, as well as a bunch of other excuses. He was stressed. He had a big game. He wasn’t in the mood.

 You tried again, today, on day twelve, but this time in front of his friends. You knew Jeff was a leader, and despite being apart of the jocks he didn’t really care what they thought. But you were desperate that the social setting it might just make a change.

 You were standing with the whole crew of them, Foley, Dempsey, De La Cruz, and a few more of the football and soccer players. Jeff’s arm was around your waist as you were talking to Justin about the chapters you both didn’t read for English class.

 The bell rang and you knew Jeff had lunch while you had the said class. You turned to him letting him know you had to go, hopeful he would kiss you like he normally did before saying bye. Instead, he nodded at you, with a nonchalant, “I’ll see you after school?” before returning to his conversation with Monty.

 You take a step back out of his grasp and didn’t answer. Jeff turns his head, waiting for your response only to see you fall into step with Justin who’s trying his best to act like he didn’t notice. It’s silent for a few seconds as you turn the corner.

 As you make your way down the hall, Justin bumps into you playfully. “I’m sure he’s just tired.” He offers, trying to dull the blow to your ego.

 "Now cheer up, I need someone to make fun of Mr.K with.“


“Wait they walked in?!” Clay earns himself a ‘shh’ from the librarian with his outburst.

“Yeah! And my dad leaves, but my mom is just standing there, telling me I have to talk to my grandmother in Puerto Rico right then and there!”

 "Wow…that sucks.“ The shy boy offers back.

 What started out as a tutoring session in the library after school with Clay, somehow spiraled into what Jeff considered the most awkward situation he’s ever been in.

 "And then! After Y/N leaves, my mom comes back into my room to sit me down and have ‘the talk’.”

 Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and Clay is trying his best not to laugh. Truth be told he finds the whole thing hilarious. Jeff, let me change your dollar valentine to get girls Jeff, the founding fathers smoked weed Jeff, the boy who still has girls ready to drop everything for him to so much as look in their direction Jeff, is…embarrassed.

 Clay bites his tongue to hold back just how funny he thought this was and instead says, “I feel like you’re a little too old for the talk”

 Jeff nods eagerly.

 "Yeah, no. This wasn’t the birds and the bees talk, this was the ‘are you prepared to be a dad’ talk!“ he’s whisper yelling now, and trying to keep his voice down.


“Mamá, no necesitamos tener esta charla” he pleads to the woman sitting in his desk chair.

 “Mijo ni siquiera has escuchado lo que tengo que decir” she says, laughing at her son.

 “No te gusta ella” Jeff assumes.

 “Eres como tu abuela, más que dramática…I love Y/N, she’s family. Mija. I just want you to be careful. What happens if she gets pregnant?”

 “We are careful, trust me, Mamá. Is that all?”

 She laughs, her son redder than the time he swung and missed at his first tee-ball game.

 Nodding watching him as she gets up, she calls out to him as she leaves the room. “Y no cuando estamos en casa. Por favor.”

 Jeff groans loudly, as he falls back onto his bead, “Yes, yeah I got it”.


“The worst part?” he prompts the boy.

 Clay nods eagerly, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.

 "Now, every time I want to do anything with Y/N, I literally cannot not see my mom’s face.“ Jeff deadpans. He finally looks at Clay long enough to realize that his tutor thinks this is funny.

 "I’m glad you think this is a joke, Jensen”

 Clay let’s out just a piece of his laugh now, and Jeff slumps back into his seat way past annoyed.

 "I’m-“ Clay lets out another chuckle, "I’m sorry man, it’s pretty funny”

 "Great, now can you help me? Y/N’s fucking pissed at me. You should’ve seen her face today…“

 Jeff knows his strengths, baseball and girls, and his weaknesses, school, and you. He’s appealing to his highest power of sensitivity and awkward charm.

 "Poor Jeff. His girlfriend wants to have sex with him. Let’s make a go fund me for all your troubles.” Clay says in his best jock voice.

 "You’re the worst, you know that?“

 "I love you too, Mijo.” The smaller boy makes kissy faces at the jock and Jeff throws the first few drafts of his essay at Clay.

 “You’re Jeff Atkins. Right?” Clay asks rhetorically.

 Jeff nods, rolling his eyes. It’s the dumbest shit he’s ever heard and he knows Clay is pulling this Dumbledore wisdom straight out of his ass.

 “So put on your big boy pants, and act like it.”

 There’s a silence that settles between the boys as Jeff takes in what Clay said.

 “Now listen, I need your help. I think Hannah and I are going to…you know” the smaller boy whispers.


“So he hasn’t done anything?”

You were leaning on Hannah’s locker, waiting for Jeff to be finished his tutoring session, filling her in on everything that had happened in the past eleven days.

 "Nope!“

 "Wow…” she mumbles, mostly to herself.

 "Yeah, and he told me his mom talked to him about it…and it’s only gotten worse. I swear he’s going to break up with me.“

 The last part of your sentence pours out of you involuntarily, as your head hits the locker right next to Hannah’s.

 "He’s not going to break up with you.” she says, as comforting as she can.

 "You don’t know that!“

 She sighs, rolling her eyes as she looks at you.

 "Just get him a little…worked up. If he turns you down, you know. But I’d bet you ten bucks he won’t.”

 "I’m not making a bet about whether or not my boyfriend will have sex with me or not. That’s just sad.“

 "Fine. All I’m saying is, maybe instead of using your words, you should maybe give him some action. Pun intended.”

 You sigh staring at the smirk on Hannah’s face.

 "My parents are…out of town this week.“

 You can’t believe you’re agreeing to what Hannah was implying. Jeff was normally the dominant one in your sex life. Sure you were on top sometimes but he was the one with the experience. He was your first.

 "Even better! We’ll stop by the mall today, we can go shopping” her voice rising a couple octaves. “You can pick out whatever you think will get him going.”

 You raise your eyebrow, suspiciously. You knew she had work.

 "Fine, I was going anyways. I already took off work. I want to look good for me and Clays first time. Sue me.“ she throws in casually.


You walk into the library, Hannah right behind you trying to find both of your boys. You spot them at a table whispering frantically at one another.

 “Mijo!” Hannah starts a smile wide on her face.

 Jeff sighs, shaking his head. “You told her?” he questions.

 You turn instead to Clay as you lean over the table. “Clay, did he tell you?” Clay’s mouth drops trying to form a response, his hands gesturing to nothing in particular. “I thought so”, you concluded.

 Jeff rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. “Fine. Fine, we’re almost done, babe, right, tattle tale?” he asks looking back to Clay. Clay rolls his eyes at the name while nodding in agreement.

 “Actually, Hannah and I are…going to the mall. My house at 10 though. Don’t be late.”  You say to your boyfriend. Jeff knows your parents aren’t home this week. He’d been avoiding it for the past few days. “Actually- I kinda had plans with Clay-” Jeff improvs. “10. Atkins. I’m serious”.

 Jeff is looking at Clay like he was a lifeline. The boy smiles back at him, almost to taunt him. “Yeah mijo, go with her. Hannah and I kinda had plans.” He repeats Jeff’s words and now the baseball player may have to actually kick his ass.

Hannah laughs and you smile at Clay graciously, kiss your boyfriend’s cheek and make your way out. Hannah high fiving once you get out of the school doors.


It was 10 on the dot when the doorbell rang to your house.

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Originally posted by sensuous

Jeff X Reader

“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”

“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”

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Here you go @motherdaughterfiance, I know you said you were going through withdraws, and I told you I should have it finished. I did it! Yay! Enjoy guys! Love you all!

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(part 3 of ‘Newlywed Strangers’)

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“Oh, Kurt! You’re back!" 

Kurt smiled at Isabelle’s enthusiasm. "Yup, here I am." 

"Sweetie, I have missed you so much! Everyone else is so scared to tell me what they really think that I almost ended up approving a photo shoot focused on leather scarfs,” Isabelle whined. Kurt chuckled. “So. Congratulations." 

Kurt’s smile faded a tiny bit and he was suddenly very aware of the golden band around his finger. "Thank you." 

"Is it, uh… Something worth congratulating for?" 

The question was so straight forward and yet so subtle that it made Kurt blink. Isabelle looked at him with a serious, 'don’t you lie to me’ face but as Kurt thought about the last two weeks, he knew he wouldn’t have to. 

"Yeah. Yeah, it is. I’m very lucky, he’s… Blaine’s amazing." 

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