#{atkin}

themes of robotics, cyan/teal, and video games i guess?

-BMO

no worries! (/gen) here you go :)

beep/boop/beeps/boopself

chip/tune/tunes/chiptuneself

pi/pix/pixs/pixels/pixelself

code/codes/codeself

cy/cyan/cyas/cyanself

wi/wir/wires/wireself

joy/stick/joys/joystickself

bu/ton/buttons/buttonself

★★ 150x150 BMO gif icons ★★

[requested by @bokay]

Request: Can I request a Jeff Atkins X reader, where Y/N gets drunk (happy/giggly drunk) at a party and he takes her home and looks after her and it’s all cute and fluffy please. I adore your writing and you’re super talented xx

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 636

“I’m fine, seriously! I’m not even tired!”

Jeff chuckles at your words, rolling his eyes lightly as you pout up at him. With his hands settled comfortably on your hips, Jeff purses his lips, as if questioning if you really believed the words you spoke. 

While you may be fine in some aspects, you were certainly drunk. Your heavy lidded and glossy eyes, the way your words slurred and the giggles that continuously poured past your lips were enough to inform Jeff of that fact. You could barely stand up right on your own, as well, using Jeff’s body as a leaning post as you blinked up at him with a small giggle.

“Jeff,” you whine, letting his name roll off the tip of your tongue for a moment longer then necessary. “I’m having fun, what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jeff assures, shifting you in his grasp so his arm is wrapped around your waist. You let your head fall against his shoulder, your lips still pursed into a small pout as Jeff lets his eyes wander across the crowd, trying to find a route outside. “It’s just you can barely stand without tripping over your own two feet,” he explains, raising a brow your way before taking a step forward. “So, i’m taking you home.”

“Does that mean I get cuddles?”

Jeff’s eyes lower to yours once again, a small smile growing on his lips at the puppy-dog look you send his way. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him, your lips curved up in a innocent smile, acting as if you weren’t extremely drunk, and your right hand was resting on his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt with gentle movements.

If Jeff would’ve planned on saying no (which he hadn’t), you definitely would’ve changed his mind then.

“If,” Jeff begins, smirking confidently. “You let me take you home.”

“If it means cuddles, then yes!” You exclaim, your voice pitching in excitement slightly. Chuckling, Jeff shakes his head, taking another step and then another, leading you through the crowd of sweaty, drunk and loud teenagers that surround the area. Eventually, the two of you make it to the front door, Jeff easily leading you over to his car and helping you slide into the passenger’s seat.

When he takes his place in the driver’s seat, you instantly lean over to him; “cuddle time!”

Jeff turns his head, hands slipping from the steering wheel to smile down at you. ”Not yet, love,” he whispers, moving you to set up properly and leaning over to help you buckle your seat belt. “We have to get back to your place first.”

“Then we cuddle?”

“Yes,” Jeff snorts, “then we cuddle.”

“Yay!”

Rolling his eyes, but unable to stop the wide grin that hasn’t left his lips, Jeff turns his attention back on the front of his car, moving to turn on the engine. You continue to grin happily next to him, eventually moving to lean your head against the window as Jeff begins to pull out.

You reach home sooner than Jeff would’ve thought. Before he knows it, he’s helping you up to your bathroom, mentally thanking the fact that your parents weren’t home at how clumsy and loud you were being. But, by the time you reached the top of the stairs, you’re practically passed out in Jeff’s arm, letting him lead you over to your bed with ease.

And as Jeff promised, the moment you’re situated, he crawls in under the blankets next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

When he looks down, you’re already fast asleep.

Snorting, Jeff brushes back some hair that has fallen into your eyes, tucking it behind your eye with a warm smile.

Not even tired, my ass.

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