The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”
(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)
“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.
“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.
“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.
“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.
“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.
You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.
“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.
“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.
“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.
The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.
You’d seen this boy around lots.
Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.
“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.
“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.
“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”
You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.
“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.
You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.
“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.
So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?
“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.
“I like to watch the girls soccer.”
“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.
“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.
“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”
He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.
“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”
“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.
“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”
It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;
You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J
Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.
Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.
“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.
“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.
“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.
“You drop your lucky charm or something?”
“Something like that.”
The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.
“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.
“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.
“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.
“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.
“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”
Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.
“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.
“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.
You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.
Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.
You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.
“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.
“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.
“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.
“What can I say?”
You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.
“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.
“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.
“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”
You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.
“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”
You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.
“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?
“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.
“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.
“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.
After a while, and with regret, you broke off.
“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.
“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”
“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.
“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.
You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.
“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.
“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.