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[Jeff Atkins x Reader]

Word Count: 1739

“You need to marry that girl,” The elderly woman mused softly after she watched [Name] slip into the dining room with thin glass plates and a stack of utensils. Jeff sighed, his head hanging low at the spanish falling from his grandmother’s lips. “Abuelita,” He sighed, tearing his gaze away from the bowl of salad he was told to mix. She looked up with a cheeky grin. “I want to - like I really do - but I’m not sure if she does,” He explained softly as he continued to poorly toss the salad.

Abuelita rolled her eyes. “I can see it from miles away, she loves you. And you love her.” She spoke as her fingers mindlessly tapped against her thighs. She grew the smallest smile, he could see, as she stared at her hands. “Young love is so - so - so fascinating.” She shook her head. 

“You’re right, Abuelita,” He spoke into the silence that danced in the lonely kitchen with the language you could hear everywhere in their small city. [Name] walked back in with her eyebrows arched a little; as if she was asking, “Whatcha’ talkin’ about?” She rolled her feet, starting from the balls of her feet to the tips of her toes to reach towards Jeff’s face. 

“I do love her, so much,” He murmured before accepting the affection and rubbing his lips against her’s. The elderly woman watched the interactions between the two. The simple things that they found themselves doing almost daily was something that she could tell they didn’t even notice the way they were so in love with the other. How Jeff left one tool rest weakly in the bowl of greens to hold [Name]’s balance against his body. Even the way she mindlessly fixed the lapel of his iconic letterman jacket to where the large bold ‘L’ and roaring tiger faced anyone in his way. Abuelita could see the small things that the young couple unknowingly fell in love with.

As soon as their moment started, it ended. “Ready?” She smiled warmly at both Jeff and his beloved grandmother. “Of course,” Abuelita nodded, her accent thick as she spoke English instead of her native tongue. Jeff grabbed the bowl he was previously tossing and mixing and dragged it into the dining room where his parents chattered softly. [Name] trickled behind, her hands pushing Abuelita in the metal wheelchair towards her designated empty space with a plate and glass in front of her.

“What were you guys speaking about in there?” Mrs. Atkins smiled mischievously as she passed a bowl around. [Name] joined in with a cheeky grin, “Yeah, Atkins, what were you guys talkin’ about?” Offendedly, Jeff placed his hand over his heart. “Back to last name basis, [Last Name]?” He spoke in shock before shoving a bite full of salad, “I’m hurt. Really.” Jeff’s family grew into a line of laughter at their interactions.

Abuelita answered the other two women, smiling cheekily as she spoke in her native tongue, “I told him he needs to marry her.” She sent a small but a lovingly smile towards [Name], “He deserves her - they deserve each other.” [Name] grew a wide smile at the words leaving her lips as Mrs. and Mr. Atkins nodded in agreement. Jeff whined with a pout, “Abuelita!” 

“Thank you, Abuelita,” [Name] smiled as she kept her gaze on the small plate full of greens. “I like to think so too,” She murmured, her fingers in search of Jeff’s calloused ones beneath the heavy wooden table.

His eyes grew wide at the mumbles of spanish leaving her oh so kissable lips. He sputtered, “You-You know spa-spanish?” She hummed softly, mouth chomping on the freshly somewhat mixed salad, as she looked upwards at his wide eyes. “Oh,” [Name] laughed softly as she brought the napkin that rested against her thighs to her lips. 

“Yeah, I, uh, know some spanish.” She nodded towards Jeff and his agape lips. Abuelita scoffed, “She knows more than some,”  Jeff looked between the woman across from him at the table and the one at his side. “Okay, okay,” [Name] brought her hands up in defeat, only to cause the adults to howl into laughter. “I may be close to fluent or somethin’ like that,” With a shrug, she passed the bowl of pasta towards her boyfriend and reached to accept the bread basket that was following the trail of the other foods.

From there, the fact of her spanish blurbs didn’t come up in dinner. Instead, it was questions of how school was between the two and laughter of stories from each other about their days. 

[Name] and Jeff kept their gazes on either their plate of Mr. Atkins as he spoke about his day at work. How a fellow coworker was confused about something so simple to Mr. Atkins. They all gave soft laughs whenever he gave a joke, despite them either not making sense or not being that funny; only to be polite. 

That spotlight bounced off to Jeff, allowing him to speak about his day. How he managed to convince [Name] to let him drive her to school. He left out the part though, when he tugged her into the back with him to hold and kiss her more than he could in public. Jeff then spoke about how he got his test back and received a decent grade to how he was happy that football practice was cancelled because of the supposed weather that would make the field muddy.

Once everyone was done eating the lovely meal that both teens helped cook with Abuelita, they praised their guest for coming over once again before going off and doing their respected things. Jeff was hunched over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at bowls and plates with determination knitting his brows together. Quietly, [Name] stepped beside him and grabbed the dry, colorful rag and started to dry the plates they dirtied throughout the night.

Though he quickly stopped, turning off the running water and dropping the soapy sponge. Jeff tried to keep a serious expression, a stern look possibly coming out of it, but both knew that it was going to break under mere seconds of staring at [Name]. It did, too. He couldn’t help the grin pulling at the corner of his lips at the sight her brows raised slightly as if she was already prepared for a talk.

“When were you gonna tell me you knew spanish, sweetheart?” He cooed with a frown, his fingertips tracing her jawline. He corrected himself with a deeper pout, “Who even taught you spanish?” She smiled sweetly as she went back to focusing on drying the plate in hand. Though, she wanted to stop and just lean into him when he loosely wrapped his arm around her waist from the side. 

He started to babble, “Be-Because if I knew you spo-spoke spanish, too, I wouldn’t have so many embarrassing stuff, y’know?” Jeff laughed softly at the sound of soft love music from the upstairs office before continuing, “Lie-Like saying ‘m gonna marry you or-or I wanna’ spend the rest of my life with you.” [Name] turned around in his loose grasp with a smirk tugging at her lips, “You mean it right?” His eyes grew wide, “Of course, baby!” 

With that, he swooped down to press his lips against her soft ones. Their movements were in a frenzy as Jeff lifted her onto the counter to only ease the strain in his neck and to lean in closer to where they were chest to chest. She pulled away first to allow the both of them to suck in the air that was so precious to them.

“I wanna live like this, but have so much more.” He murmured as he craned his head towards the side while she peppered a trail of kisses towards the crook of his neck. She inquired softly, “More?” He hummed an affirmation with a love struck grin pulling at his swollen lips. Jeff explained briefly as he melted into her kisses at his neck and collarbone, “Oh, y’know. I wanna graduate with you by my side, go to college, then get us a nice big house!” He pulled back to flail his arms out only for the emphasis of how big he wanted it. Giggles left both of their lips.

When Jeff stepped back in his spot, [Name] rested her head against his shoulder. She slowly tuned the love songs from upstairs out of her mind to focus on the future wants from her boyfriend. “An-And I want us to get married and have at least two kids. Doesn’t matter if they’re both girls or both boys, or whatever. I just wanna do it all with you,” His voice went quiet towards the end as he put his focus on tracing shapes into her skin instead of speaking his thoughts.

“Us against the world, right, Atkins?” [Name] smiled with laughter mixed in. He sighed at the sound of his last name falling from her tongue. Though, his smirk grew back when he nodded, “Yes, Mrs. Atkins.” They rested their foreheads against the other.

Jeff spoke in a murmur against her lips, “Sleep over?” He could read the hesitation on her face and went straight to reassurance, “My parents love you! C’mon, baby, I could sneak you through my window if I have to.” She arched a brow to in a way, ask if he was serious. He understood her silent words and excused with once again, a pout, “I haven’t seen you for a long time. I just miss you,”

“Just kiss the girl!” Abuelita hissed from the doorway, causing the two to jolt in the air with their goosebumps running up and down their arms. Jeff hissed back, “Abuelita!” Before he could go complain to anyone who would listen, [Name] grabbed the cotton lapels of his varsity jacket and tugged him back in between her legs. “You heard her, Mr. Atkins,” She cooed softly causing nervous laughter to fall from his lips.

They met in the middle to rub their lips against each other’s. His hands cupped her jawline to pull her closer to his warm embrace and addictive affection. Her arms were draped around his shoulders, fingers tugging at the loose brown curls that seemed to be a mop on atop his head.

Synopsis: Y/n comes home smelling like another male much to Shawn’s immediate displeasure which makes him go a little crazy to get her to smell like him again.

Authors note: So I’ve never done a werewolf au before so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

It had been a long day. A long tiring day that felt like 4pm, the time I could finally head home was never going to come around. At the sight of the pack house however a sigh of relief left my lips, putting Shawn’s jeep in park, I grab my book bag, stuffed to the brim with my papers for my latest uni assignment. 

Opening the front door to Shawn and I’s cottage, safely nestled in the heart of the pack land surrounded by other pack houses, Shawn’s voice flows down the hallway, strong and dominant over the other murmuring voice. Slowly making my way down the hallway I let my shoulders slouch, the stress I’d felt all day rolling off me in waves.

“We need to increase patrols on the southern border after that rogue scenting last Thursday.” George, Shawn’s beta suggests as I walk into the living area, placing my bag on the kitchen counter.

“We should also focus on..” George’s voice fades out as I meet Shawn’s gaze his sharp eyes scanning my body top to bottom, like he usually did when I hadn’t seen him all day. This time however his gaze felt more piercing and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, watching as Shawn’s shoulders tensed up.

“Shawn?” George questions, his gaze flicking between Shawn and I. Shawn flinches, his stare returning to the apprehensive beta. “Is everything ok?”

“Increase patrols from twice a day to four, but rotate them each day, other than that meetings adjourned.” Shawn mutters, his fingers clenching and unclenching catches my eye and my heart rate picks up. This was a usual sign that Shawn was trying to control his wolf from surfacing, which also meant that something was wrong.

“Ok, Are you sure you’re alright though?” George questions, hearing the speed of my heart become faster, sending me a questioning look.

“Just leave”. Shawn snaps, turning his back to both of us. George gets up from his seat on the lounge, pausing as he walks past me.

“Y/n, hey,” He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing, “You smell different today,”

“George!” Shawn snaps, his eyes flashing from their usual honey brown to a bright silver. George lowers his head at the alpha command, rushing past me and out the door.

“How was your day?” I mumble out, trying to ease the building tension between myself and the angry alpha.

“Fine until you got home.” He snaps, gritting his teeth.

“Excuse you?” my eyes widening at his abruptness and tone.

“You really think you can hide something like this?” He storms over, all wild with his hair unruly and teeth bared. “Come into our home smelling like him like I wouldn’t notice?”

“Wait, Shawn, what? Smell like who?” I reach out to press my hand to his cheek to try and soothe him but he ducks out of the way creeping forward, forcing me to take a step back.

You hadn’t totally planned on stopping by the office after your lunch with the designer, but you’re feeling really stressed and need a moment with your man.

“Miss L/n,” Stan, Peter’s office assistant stands abruptly when he sees you exit the elevator. 

“Hi Stan.” You smile, starting to walk past him.

“He’s on a call.” Stan blurts, trying to halt you.

“Good for him.” You grin, pushing your way through the heavy glass door that leads to Peter’s office. 

“No William it’s not happening.” Peter’s stern CEO voice fills the room, and the latch of the door is what gets him to turn around. His eyes go wide at the sight of you and he rubs a hand over his face. 

He’s been pacing the length of his floor to ceiling windows, earpiece in as he runs this call. 

“William I need to call you back…No, shred it.” With that he hangs up, looking up at you. “Kitten.” He acknowledges. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.” You stand close to the door, suddenly feeling very small. “I just um, I can go, you’re busy.” 

His eyes go soft when he notices your demeanor. “Hey,” He reaches out for you, catching your elbow before you can open the door. “Look at me.” He tilts your face up. “I’m never too busy for you, you know that. What’s the matter?”