On Her Own / Jeff Atkins Imagine
On her own
Jeff Atkins x reader
Request: jeff atkins dating a dancer of some sort? preferably contemporary or something like that, not like ballet or cheer. don’t really mind the scene/setting/content of the request tbh. (i know that’s not much help lmao) but thanks muchly <3
A/N: I’m still overwhelmed by all the notes/reactions/followers that I’ve gotten! I literally never expected this to happen, my main account has fewer followers than this blog lol. But here is another Jeff Atkins with his POV as well, I hope you like how this turned out! The song I had in my mind for this was Mad World by Gary Jules.
Word Count: 641
After another day at school, it was time to pick up Y/N at the Gymnasium where she had her dance rehearsals. They were training for a national competition, so they were training for it every day as it was approaching very fast. It wore Y/N out, but she didn’t want me to know.
The door was open and I walked in, even though I could still hear music and the sound of people dancing. The team knew who I was and they never minded me watching them from the stands. Or rather just watching Y/N. I’d heard the whole routine now and knew they were almost finished with practice.
Even though it was almost finished, Y/N was still giving the dance all her energy. I just loved to watch her facial expressions, because I knew she had worked on them for some time. A laugh, a smile and even a wink to play with the audience. Even though the team was very good, all the attention went to Y/N. Not only because she was my girlfriend, but because of all her energy that radiated off of her. The song finished and Y/N promptly sat on the floor, reaching for a water bottle. The girls and boys of her team left and I walked towards her. Even though she was sweating and breathing hard, she was still the most beautiful girl of Liberty High.
“Hi handsome,” you smiled at Jeff as he came towards you. He reached for a kiss but you turned your head. “Jeff, I appreciate the love, but I’m covered in sweat right now,” you laughed but he kissed you nonetheless.
“Well, shall we go then?” Jeff asked as he had already picked up your bag over his shoulder. You took another big gulp of water and shook your head. “I want to do one more thing,” you stated. He put your bag down again and sat in front of the mirror, anticipating what you were about to do.
You stood up again and connected your phone to the speakers. The soft music was starting and you stood in front of the mirror. “I know I’m in a hip-hop crew right now, but I’ve been trying some new styles on my own now in my room. I want to know what it looks like in the mirror,” you smiled shyly as Jeff’s face lit up. He had never seen you dance on your own.
The music was taking over your body as you started to dance, completely improvising. You made movements that were fitting the song, but also your own emotions.
She was just angelic. I have never seen her dance all by herself and never contemporary dance. But she was amazing. It looked like it was choreographed, the steps fit the rhythm and it felt like there was a whole story behind her dance. And maybe there was.
There was so much pain in her dance; mental pain. I knew she had struggled with depression and anxiety in the past and it felt like she was telling her story to me through dance. She ended her dance by lying on her side, sprawled over the floor.
I quickly had to wipe away one single tear that escaped my eye, because she cheerfully stood up and disconnected her phone from the speaker.
“Well?” she asked me when I slung her bag over my shoulder.
“Simply amazing,” I said and I grabbed her face to kiss her passionately. She responded immediately but then let go.
“C’mon, Atkins. I need a shower,” she grinned and I grabbed her hand as we walked out of the gym and out of the school.
With one squeeze of our hands, she knew that I loved her and that I was always there for her.
~ The End ~