#I can't make gifs like jamie so this is the best I could do
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All I Know | Spencer Reid x F! Reader
Summary: Five years after leaving Spencer Reid, it seems that fate might have given you a second chance. Inspired by "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift/Ed Sheeran
Part two of Glimpse of Us, but can be read standalone!
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a/n: Hi everyone! It's good to be back and I hope this lives up to your expectations. This one felt different from my usual style but I think it's different in a good way. And thank you once again for being patient, I appreciate each and every one of you
You're not sure what you did to deserve this opportunity, to be reunited with the love of your life, but you choose not to question it. All you know is that you're his, and he is yours, until the end of your days.
And that is more than you could have ever wished for.
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Nerves wake Spencer up far before his alarm even sounds. Anxiety over the "what ifs" of the day eat away at his mind, he hopes the day goes well. He hasn't had a first day at work in a long time, he had become accustomed to his life at the BAU. But his FBI days are in the rear view mirror now, a career-ending injury forced him to forge a new path in life.
And this new path he chose was becoming a professor. Sure, he had guest lectured before but he had never been a full blown professor. In preparation he reviewed his curriculum at least a hundred times to make sure it was perfect and rehearsed his first lecture.
While he should be happy and excited for a new start, he can't help but feel that it's all too bittersweet for his taste.
It had been five years since you left him. You walked out because you became unable to deal with his bustling lifestyle, and he understood. But now, here he is, forced to slow down and without you by his side. Spencer had effectively lost the two most important things in his life.
His alarm finally sounds and knocks Spencer out of his thoughts, and quickly gets ready for his first day of teaching.
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Your pen glides across the paper in front of you quickly as you glance at the clock to see how much time you have left. Five minutes. You can do this.
After you quickly scribble your name on the card, you slide it in the envelope and rush out of your office with the card and laptop in hand. Students and faculty alike scatter through the halls, eager for the first day of classes.
You find the office you're looking for and slide the envelope under the closed door. Hopefully the new professor hadn't been in yet, you hope the card will be a nice surprise for them.
Two weeks ago at the faculty meeting it was announced a new professor was hired in your department. They wouldn't divulge a name, but you didn't think it mattered much, everyone likes a greeting card. And you hope it'll make the new professor feel right at home.
After dropping the card off you make your way to the lecture hall, excited to meet the new faces of students for the semester. Though this is only your third semester of teaching, it feels like you've been doing this a lifetime and it doesn't even feel like a job most times. You think you finally found your calling in life, and it's the first time you felt real happiness in years.
Once your lecture is over, you make your way to the break room for a much needed cup of coffee. As you sit down at one of the tables your coworker-turned-friend Jamie walks in with a smile on her face. Her first day must be going well.
"It's good to see you." You stand to hug her.
"I have a feeling this is going to be the best semester yet." Her smile is wide and bright, her enthusiasm starts rubbing off on you.
"Why's that?" You ask, sipping on your coffee as you sit back down. Jamie takes the seat across from you and leans close.
"You know the new professor they hired?" Her voice lowers so that people can't eavesdrop.
"I know they hired one but I have no idea who." You tell her the truth.
"Well whoever does the hiring around here deserves a raise. He's hot. And I mean like, hot hot." Her words pique your interest, and suddenly you wish you had stuck around to meet the man in person.
"Hmm maybe we'll have to make a habit of walking by his office." Your own smile breaks out across your face.
"Perhaps we will." The two of you laugh together and you think Jamie might just be right, this might be the best semester yet.
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The second day of the semester went well, as did the next, and the one after that. Your students all seem to be excited for the course content, except a few, and you're excited to see the projects they come up with.
With a smile on your face from a successful lecture full of intellectual conversation, you retire to the break room for a little bit, before your next lecture. The air outside is getting quite cold and so you settle for a warm tea today.
However, your peace doesn't last long as Jamie walks in minutes later. She takes a seat across from you and sets her laptop down on the table.
"What do you have there?" She asks, gesturing to your cup. You look down at the tea that still has steam rising from it.
"Oh, just some tea." You answer and venture to take a sip that burns your tongue.
"It's a good day for it too." She says as she rises from her seat to grab a cup as well.
When she returns the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Jamie works on her notes while you enjoy the peace. You don't even look to see who entered the room when the door opens.
But, Jamie's not-so-subtle kick under the table gives you a clue as to who it might be. She's been pestering you all week about finding the new professor, and you're willing to bet he just walked in.
Casually, you look over and see a tall, slim man pouring a cup of coffee. His hair is long, down to his shoulders, and you watch as he pours sugar into the cup; an ungodly amount of sugar. Your stomach twists nervously as the man's silhouette and coffee order seems all too familiar.
Unable to tear your gaze away, you watch as the man finally turns around and meets your eyes. And it's like the world has stopped spinning, your heart has stopped pumping, and you can no longer remember how to breathe.
Spencer Reid is standing ten feet away from you.
His forest-colored eyes are just as beautiful as you remember. Gold tones still as soft as honey, green hues reminiscent of fresh spring grass. And it catapults you to the first moment you met him.
It was a nice, sunny day and you had decided to go to the park to finish your book. You had been inside for far too long and it would have been a waste to not enjoy such a lovely day. And to take full advantage of it you wore your favorite sundress.
You had picked a spot on a bench that was partially shaded from the sun and you enjoyed the sounds of nature as you turned each page. That was until someone stood in front of you and blocked your light. You closed the cover of your book and looked up to the handsome man in front of you.
"Hi, I'm Spencer and I um, I just thought I'd come and introduce myself." You hear the nerves in his voice and see them in the way he scratches as the back of his neck.
"Hi Spencer, it's nice to meet you." You smiled up at him.
You had always thought it was endearing how nervous he was to make a good impression and you've never been able to forget the fullness your heart felt that day. But then your mind plays a cruel joke, and suddenly your head is filled with the moment you left him.
No matter how hard you try to forget, you will always remember the tears running down his cheeks and the way his voice cracked as he begged you to stay. It took every ounce of strength you had to follow through with your plan.
Every now and then you think long and hard about if you had made the right decision. You still hold a deep love for Spencer, but with the lifestyle he was living and the future you wanted, eventually the two of you would have drove each other to madness one way or another. It was in the best interest of both of you to separate, or at least that's what you had convinced yourself of.
Jamie clears her throat and you're swiftly brought back to reality. She looks between them two of you, both frozen in place like statues. Now that you look at him, really look, you see how much he's changed and how much he's stayed the same.
His hair is longer, he's filled out just slightly more, his fashion sense is relatively the same and he still has kind eyes. He's still your Spencer, the one you left all those years ago.
"I can't, I have to, I have to go." You clumsily stand from your spot and rush out of the door.
Your chest begins feeling heavy and tight, your palms sweat and your heart races. Getting to your office is your only priority. Shaking fingertips grasp the edge of the solid wood desk, your eyes squeeze shut and all you can hear is your thumping heartbeat.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jamie's voice sounds muffled to you, and you pay her no mind. Your only focus right now is to breathe again.
Minutes could've passed by, or even hours, before you finally feel your senses coming back to you. Your muscles ache from the tension, and you open your eyes to find Jamie standing right next to you, her hand resting on your shoulder. Blinking a few times, you try to remain calm as the nerves tangle your inside.
"Hey." Jamie speaks softly. Glancing at the clock on the wall behind her, only five minutes passed.
"Sorry about that." You stand up straight and try to regain your normal composure.
"What happened?" There isn't a trace of judgment to be found in her voice, just concern and curiosity. With a sigh, you sit on the edge of your desk and cross your arms, unable to meet her gaze.
"That was Spencer." You plainly tell her, knowing she will understand.
Over the course of the past year, you and Jamie had grown quite close. The two of you swapped stories of your pasts; you know about her exes and she knows of yours. At first, you had worried she might judge you for breaking off an engagement over a man you willingly left, but instead of judgment, she met you with understanding. And you were ever so grateful for that.
"Oh." Her tone is heavy, and all you can do is nod your head.
How are you supposed to continue working here when he shares the same halls? And had he known that you were here? Surely he recognized your name on the card. He had to have known. And yet he never sought you out once. Your mind wrestles with why that may be. Perhaps he didn't want to see you after you broke his heart, maybe he had looked for you but you were out of office. A million different scenarios fill your mind at once.
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A week passes without seeing Spencer again. Physically, of course, but you saw him plenty in your dreams. You had been free from dreaming of Spencer Reid for about seven months now, until a week ago and now he's all you can dream about.
While you sleep you're met with different scenes, each of them about how your life might've looked like if you had stayed. Some scenes are sweet and tranquil, while others are full of fighting and misery. And you aren't sure which ones are worse.
One night you had felt particularly curious and you found yourself looking at his Instagram again. You navigated to the pictures he's been tagged in and noticed all the ones you had seen previously are no longer posted. A quick trip to the woman's profile shows that she is with a new man now, and there's no trace of Spencer left on her account. From the looks of it, Spencer never got into another relationship after her.
A part of you is relieved he hasn't moved on. For if he moved on a second time, it would have solidified to you that he truly has moved on. After all, you were never able to move on after you broke off the engagement with your last boyfriend.
Getting back together with Spencer never seemed like a viable option until now. Now he no longer lives on the fly, there's no risk of him getting called away for weeks on end. No, his schedule is normal now, a solid, unchanging schedule, one that allows for personal time. This idea had been blossoming in your mind for a few days now, after you had been able to process that he works at the same university.
Now, even while you're awake you daydream about being back together with him. In your mind, he's able to be home every evening now, he's able to be there for holidays and birthdays. There would be no more occasions spent alone. The thought of that warms your heart, but it's always quickly refuted by a tiny voice in the back of your mind. Why would he want you back after all? You had walked out on him and broke his heart, there's no reason why he would desire to have you back.
And so you live partially in sadness and partially in happiness, feelings changing on a whim depending on which thought intrudes into the forefront of your mind. You can tell others are noticing how you've withdrawn, but thankfully they haven't said anything yet. Even Jamie has been giving you more space than normal. You feel bad for distancing yourself, and promise yourself that you will try harder to get back to normal.
Normalcy is what you're hoping for tonight. It's the university's annual holiday dinner, hosted at a local five star hotel and catered by a Michelin star restaurant, you wouldn't miss it for anything. Jamie had texted you earlier asking if you wanted to carpool and when you check your phone you see that you only have fifteen minutes left before she's going to be here.
The dress code is black tie formal, and you enjoy getting dressed up, you don't get to do it often. For tonight you had decided on something simple, yet elegant. The floor length dress hugs your body just right, and the heels sparkle tastefully with every step you take. Finalizing your look, you put on a pair of earrings that catches the light beautifully. Before you go to wait for Jamie, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. And for the first time in a long time, you feel content with how you look, excited for the night to come.
"There are more people here than there were last year." You say to Jamie as you two wait to be seated. There's easily double the amount of people here, word must have got out about how good the food is.
"Tell me about it." She looks around at the other faculty members who are also dressed to the nines.
"Ladies, if you are willing, we have a group table that is ready to be sat." A posh waiter interrupts your conversation politely. Jamie and you look to each other and shrug.
"That's fine with me." You confirm, and Jamie nods her head. The waiter smiles,
"Right this way." He leads you through the hotel's reception room, lights dim with a string quartet playing in the background. As you pass by the musicians, you can't help but wonder how much money the university allocates to this night, and if it could perhaps be better spent. But that thought doesn't last long once the fresh bread basket is placed in front of you.
"So good." Jamie says through mouthfuls of warm, toasted bread. All you can do is nod in agreement, enjoying how the butter and bread compliment each other well.
Other faculty members begin being sat at the table with you, and you greet them all though you haven't a clue who they are. Everyone at the table gets swept away in their own conversations, so much so that you don't even realize who they had sat right next to Jamie, and you probably wouldn't have noticed for a while if Jamie's body language didn't give away that something was wrong.
Your eyebrows crease at the sudden tension in her shoulders, the tightening of her jaw. Her eyes grow wider just slightly, as if she's trying to communicate something telepathically. Your eyes sweep to the right and find nothing out of the ordinary, but once they move to the left you realize that what was supposed to be a good night, might end up being a terrible one after all. Of course the universe would have fated that Spencer get sat at this table as well.
You avert your gaze from him quickly, feeling your face flush red. If it wouldn't be considered rude, you would get up from this table right now and go back home. But you know Jamie has been looking forward to this dinner all year and you don't want to let her down because of your personal problems. If you just keep your focus on Jamie, maybe tonight will be more bearable.
Keeping your eyes off of Spencer is easier said than done you come to find. As if it's a habit, you find yourself stealing glances at him. He's decided on a nicely tailored suit for tonight, and the warm lighting compliments the golden hues in his eyes. And it's because he looks so good that you can only half pay attention to the words coming out of Jamie's mouth for the rest of the night.
The table's food arrives and your one glass of wine turns to two, which turns into three. Jamie has had more than you, and has used her newfound confidence to go mingle with the other faculty in the open part of the room. Typically, after the dinner, the floor opens for dancing and socialization, neither of which you feel like doing now. Slowly, but surely, the others at the table leave to go mingle as well, leaving only you and Spencer at the table together. With this realization, you finish off your third glass of the night and wonder where to get your fourth.
Just as you're about to get up and track a waiter down, you hear Spencer clear his throat. Like a deer caught in headlights, you look at him with wide eyes. He's already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Something makes you sit back down though you know you should be running the other way. Seconds tick by like hours, you watch with intent eyes how he licks his lips, a nervous habit he's always had. And finally, he breaks the silence.
"Hello."
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Spencer had never been one for fancy outings, especially outside of work hours, but tonight he is happy to make an exception. Ever since he saw you in the break room you're all that he can think about; more so than usual.
Over the years he had kept light tabs on you, asking Penelope every few months how you were doing and if you were still in the area. All she ever said was that you're doing well and you're still around. And that was enough for Spencer, he could live with that vagueness. Until he set eyes on you again. Now, you consume his thoughts every second of every day.
He had never stopped missing you, loving you. No, he still searched for things that reminded him of you. The blankets you had picked out all those years ago are still draped over his couch. And now there's a shred of hope blossoming within him that his apartment may be your shared space once more.
The only issue is that he's not even sure you want him back. He doesn't know if you're seeing somebody else, or if you even want a relationship at all; especially with him. After all, you had left for good reason so why would you want to come back?
The pessimism and optimism wrestle in his mind as he finishes tying his tie in the mirror. Spencer hadn't been working at the university long enough to have any real acquaintances or friends, and usually that would stress him out. But tonight, all he's focused on is you.
He wants to see who you show up with and get a gauge of your feelings towards him. Spencer is still fairly confident he can read your body language. And he promises to himself that if you show up with a man, or act disinterested, that he will leave you alone and look for another job. After all, you were there first and he doesn't want you to feel suffocated in your place of work. Plus, he knows he wouldn't be able to share the halls with you without speaking to you. The wound would never heal, but then again, he's had five years to heal it yet it remains open.
Spencer hands the valet his car keys as he walks inside the high-end dinner. The lights are moody and it feels like something straight out of a movie. He joins the line to be seated, and there he spots you for the first time, looking around and talking to Jamie.
On his first day Jamie had found her way to his office to introduce herself. She taught in the humanities department and was friendly enough, Spencer liked her, he thought she may prove to be a helpful friend to have around. His nerves were still at an all time high as she explained who had offices in this hall as well, and his interest piqued when she mentioned your name. He contained his surprise and thanked Jamie for coming by. Once he opened the card that was left on the floor of his office, it was glaringly obvious you had no idea he was the new guy, for you had signed the card,
"We're so glad to have you here, can't wait to meet you! Welcome to the team!" Followed by your signature. He would recognize that signature anywhere. He remembers seeing it scrawled across sticky notes you used to leave in his bag, ones he would find while he was out working a case. He always looked forward to finding those notes, it was like having a piece of you there with him. And if he's honest, they still reside in an interior pocket of his bag, he could never find the resolve to get rid of them.
He watches as you and Jamie get seated, and he feels nerves creep up his spine. What if this all ends badly? He doesn't want you to run out of the even like you did the break room, no, that was the last thing he wanted to happen. All he wants is to gauge your reaction when you notice him, that's all. That will be enough for him to make his decision.
After a few long minutes had passed, he was finally being seated. While he followed the host he scanned the room for you but failed to see you amongst the sea of people. Surely you were here somewhere. Thanking the host as he took his seat, he took a deep breath and became acquainted with his surroundings. This was a large group table, there are likely others to be seated around him, so maybe he will make some new friends after all.
He's just about to open the menu when he catches the glimmer of jewelry out of the corner of his eye. Looking up, he sees that it's you sitting just across from him. He's been sat beside Jamie, and he can tell from their stiff posture that they've both noticed him.
Averting his gaze quickly, he tries to think of how to handle the situation but comes up with no good answers. So he settles on just trying to make it through the dinner and to get a decent read of your body language without you noticing him looking at you.
All of which is easier said than done. Every time he goes to sneak a glance at you, it seems that your eyes are already on him. He doesn't miss the way your drinking increases or how you fidget with the necklace resting on your chest.
The night passes unbearably slowly until it seems like it's coming to an abrupt end. Jamie leaves the table to talk to other friends, leaving just you and Spencer alone at the table. Unable to keep his eyes off of you any longer, he glances over and sees you finish off your third glass of wine for the night. And judging by the way your eyes dance across the people in the room, you're on the hunt for another, likely because his presence has unnerved you.
You go to stand from your seat when something inexplicable happens. Before Spencer can comprehend why he's doing this, the word just tumbles out of his mouth, just a simple,
"Hello."
The word seems to have made you sit back down, and he quickly assess that as being receptive to what he has to say. You clear your throat, buying yourself some time before answering.
"Hi." Your voice is airy and like music to Spencer's ears. How he's missed hearing your voice.
The shred of hope within him grows, and he only hopes this conversation goes well.
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The two of you are unable to break each other's gaze. Your eyes stare into his with intensity and your heart pounds in your chest. For a second you're worried you might have a heart attack because of the quick pace.
"You look lovely tonight." Spencer tells you, a ghost of a smile teasing the edge of his lips. You glance down at your dress.
"Thank you, you clean up pretty well too." You tell him the truth.
You're not sure where this is going to go, you feel as if you're treading in dangerous waters and you're not sure if you're going to be rescued or swallowed up. Spencer glances down at the tablecloth and smiles softly.
"Thank you." He says, looking back up into your eyes.
The two of you fall into a silence and you're not quite sure what to do from here. There's so much that's left unsaid but you don't know if you have the nerve to say any of it. But after a few minutes pass without anything, you rise from the table, unable to be so close yet so far from him.
"Goodnight, I hope you enjoy the rest of the dinner." You keep your exit friendly and turn to go stand on the curb and wait for an Uber. You don't want to end Jamie's fun, you'll just send her a text that you caught a ride home.
The night air is chilly and it sends a shiver up your spine so you wrap your arms around yourself. You unlock your phone and are just about to request a ride when you hear footsteps coming from behind. Looking to your right you see Spencer, lips parted and eyes scanning your face.
"I can take you home, if you want of course. I drove here and it wouldn't be a problem at all. I was probably going to head out soon anyways." His words are rushed and slightly jumbled, but send butterflies straight to your stomach.
"That would be nice." You accept his offer, feeling the familiar tingle of nerves engulfing your body. He nods and smiles before offering you his arm to take.
Hesitantly, you reach out and loop your arm with his. He's warm and oh so familiar. The two of you walk in stride together, and you take a shaky breath to keep your emotions in check. A gentle breeze carries the scent of his cologne into your nose and it transports you back to a time you reminisce about frequently.
You look up at Spencer as you walk, noticing how much more grown up he looks now. Stubble lines his jaw more noticeably, his arms feel sturdier, the smile lines by his eyes more prominent, but still the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on.
Feeling your gaze on him, he looks down at you and smiles kindly. Your eyes burn and you look forward, seeing his car only a few rows back. It almost doesn't feel real.
Spencer opens the door for you and you sit in the passenger seat. Before he gets in, you pinch your leg harshly, reminding yourself that this is very much real and is actually happening. Suddenly your palms feel sweaty and your throat feels tighter. The sound of Spencer closing his door snaps you out of it.
Without asking for directions, Spencer drives off into the night. The streetlights offer a warm glow as he passes street after street. You pick at the edges of your nails as he drives, not feeling confident enough to say anything, you honestly don't even know what to say. And you're so distracted you don't even realize where he's taken you until he turns the car off. Looking out the window, you see his apartment building.
"If you want, I'd like for you to come inside for a little bit. If not, just tell me where you want me to take you." His voice wavers with nerves. The car is dark, but you're close enough to see him. Nodding your head, you reach for the doorhandle.
"I can come in." Your voice is like a whisper.
You follow Spencer up the stairs to his apartment, and you take it all in. You never thought you'd see this place again. Stepping inside, you see that not a lot has changed. There are some new pictures on the walls and there's an entirely new bookcase in the living room, but it's almost just as you left it. A moment frozen in time.
Spencer drops his keys on the counter and hangs his coat on the rack beside the door. You take a deep breath as you realize the last time you two were here together, he was pleading with you not to leave.
"Would you like any water?" He asks and you shake your head,
"No, I'm okay, thank you though." You decline and watch as he loosens the tie around his neck.
"I didn't know you pursued teaching." He ignites the conversation again and tries to make it all seem more casual by rearranging things that clutter the dining table.
"Yeah, I started about a year ago."
"Do you like it?" He asks, pausing his rearranging to give you his undivided attention.
"I do. Well, so far at least. Each semester its like the courses become richer with content and I just love seeing the passion some of them have. It's inspiring. Why'd you start teaching?" You open up a little in an attempt to shake the tension that hangs in the air between you. Spencer chews on his lip before answering.
"We were working a case and I got shot in the knee, and it ruptured some tendons. And my choices were to either work strictly behind a desk or pursue something else." At the mention of him being shot, you eyes widen and your jaw falls slack.
"You got shot?" An all too familiar feeling of anxiety shoots through you and you remember how many nights you stayed awake contemplating that very thing happening.
"I did, but as you can see it wasn't fatal." He cracks a small smile, but all you can think of is how easily he could've been taken from this world.
"Well I'm glad it wasn't." You truthfully tell him. A life without Spencer in it is quite miserable, but living in a world without Spencer would be like swimming in a lake of fire; torturous and inconceivable.
"Me too. But it forced me to put things into perspective, to slow down and enjoy what life has to offer." You're not sure if his choice of words is intentional, or what exactly he means by telling you this. But there's a small, optimistic part of you that can only imagine why he's saying these things.
"I'm sure it's not an easy adjustment." You elect to skirt around the question you want to ask, not knowing if you're just being foolishly hopeful or not. Spencer nods and motions to the living room,
"Would you like to sit down?" He asks, looking down at the heels you're wearing.
"That would be nice." You say and sit down on the leather couch, where you always used to sit. It almost feels like the couch remembers you. And your eyes catch the blanket draped over the back, you remember it well as you have the other one still.
Spencer sits next to you, the two of you close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. It takes everything within you to not just lean into him and act like nothing ever happened. You miss him so much, you miss his touch, you miss his kisses, you miss his love.
"How have you been?" The question feels out of place, but you're not exactly sure of what would feel right. Meeting his eyes again, you tell him the truth.
"There have been a lot of ups and downs. Long story short I pursued a new career, as you've found out, moved two different times, visited Europe, and then I was engaged but broke it off." Your voice dies at the end, still feeling guilty over breaking yet another heart with the failed engagement.
"Engaged?" Spencer's voice is tight and filled with worry.
"I was, but I couldn't follow through with it." You tell him. Though you're not sure why you're spilling everything, but it just feels like the right thing to do.
"Why not?" He asks, his eyes dancing between your eyes, your hands, and your lips. You shrug,
"He just wasn't the right one. But how have you been?" You ask, already knowing about one girlfriend he had. Spencer's eyebrows raise,
"Well, I stayed with the FBI up until just recently, I made some friends and lost some, and I had a girlfriend, but that didn't end well either." He says though you're sure he's summarizing dramatically, as you had also done.
"Oh. Well I'm sorry about the FBI and about your, your girlfriend." The word is almost impossible for you to say, but you force yourself to.
"Don't be sorry. I guess she just wasn't the right one." He whispers as his eyes finally land on your again.
Your lips fall slack and you can't help but look between his eyes and lips, remembering what they felt like over every square inch of your body. And it's as if Spencer has his own gravitational pull, but you find yourself leaning further and further towards him until his hand lands on top of yours.
His larger hand completely engulfs yours, and you look down to see him holding your hand with such gentleness. The feeling of his skin on yours is almost enough to bring you to tears. Five years you had spent trying to remember what he felt like, yearning to have him in front of you, to be able to see him, hear him, smell him, have him again.
By the time you look back up from your hands, his other had already come up to your face to cradle your jaw. Your lips meet his tenderly, softly, as if you were both afraid the other would jump away.
But instead, it's like you melt into each other. With your free hand, you grip the front of his shirt and pull him closer. Your lips fall into a long forgotten rhythm as if no time had passed. His lips as soft against yours and you feel his hand let go of your own and wrap around your waist. Pressed against one another, you wish this moment would never end.
Your lungs burn for oxygen, so you pull away from Spencer's kiss and rest your forehead against his. You keep hold of him, afraid that if you let go that you'll wake up from some kind of cruel dream. With closed eyes, you take it all in, it's so much more than you could've ever dreamed of.
"I've missed you every day for the last five years. And I am so sorry that I drove you away." Spencer's voice wavers. Leaning away from him, you hold his head in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. There are tears in his waterline, and the tremble in his lower lip makes your own eyes water.
"Spencer, oh Spencer." You say as tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. You rest your head against his shoulder and the two of you cling to each other as you cry.
"I have spent every single day missing you and loving you. And I'm sorry I walked away." You say as another round of tears fall down your face, landing on his shirt. Instead of answering, he just holds you tighter, and whatever you don't express in words is made clear in the way you two meld together.
"I love you so much." He eventually says, letting you adjust in his grasp.
"I love you, Spencer Reid." You tell him, knowing that it's the full and honest truth.
You're not sure what you did to deserve this opportunity, to be reunited with the love of your life, but you choose not to question it. Instead, you kiss him again and know that this time you're not going to let him go. All you know is that you're his, and he is yours, until the end of your days.
And that is more than you could have ever wished for.
- - - - -
Three months after being reunited, you and Spencer had fallen into a comfortable routine. You had moved back in after the two of you had a long discussion about what the future of your relationship means to the two of you. Both of you agreed that nothing on this planet was worth jeopardizing the relationship, not after the most agonizing five years without each other.
You're beyond happy that you finally get to come home with him every day, that he's able to be here for holidays and everything in between. The two of you do your best to make up for lost time, you relish every moment you get with him, no matter how small or insignificant that time may be.
Everything had changed in the five years that you spent apart, and you both had grown up in several ways. Not drastically, but enough that you needed to get to know one another again. Date nights are spent talking about newfound interests and what has remained the same. Nothing feels strained or forced anymore, it's all tranquil and full of love.
One night, after you had gone to bed early, Spencer finds himself sitting at the dining table with a velvet box in his hands. He opens it and looks over the ring he had bought over five years ago. And now he knows that it will finally reside on the hand it was meant for. With a smile on his lips, he slides the box into his suit pocket for the date he planned for tomorrow.
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If it was a Preference
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Summary - You had your own history with the Winchester brothers, in particular, Dean. So when the two bumped into you, accompanied by a new hunter partner, jealousy can't help but grow.
Warnings - Alcohol use, mentions of violence.
Words - 2K
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Dean didn't just like you because you were a hunter. Rather, he was much intrigued by your blunt, frankly reckless approach to hunting. You weren't afraid of the monsters you faced - or at least you certainly didn't show it. He had heard of your name before. He knew that not only his dad, but fellow hunters spoke highly of you. While he was doubtful at first, he came to realise that your approach was one he was envious of. And from the few times Dean had the privilege of working a job alongside you, he came to the conclusion that you were one of the few people he actually respected.
And so bumping into you while on a hunt was a pleasure rather than a burden. He and Sam and just rolled into town, following the trail of bodies across the state to a small town. It was that night as he wandered to the bar, his eyes caught sight of someone familiar. "I'd say it's funny seeing you here, but I think we must be chasing the same thing."
Dean was surprised to see two heads turn to him: you and one of whom he didn't recognise. A man, rough around the edges and drinking a beer. He was a hunter, Dean could guess that within a second. Your lips lifted into a smile, "Dean," You were already leaning over to give the man a welcoming hug. Yet he didn't ease into it, instead, his gaze was caught onto the hunter behind you. "It's good to see you."
You pulled from the boy, "Yeah, you too." His eyes had barely noticed you.
You followed his gaze and found the source, "Sorry, this is Jamie."
The fellow hunter held out his hand and Dean shook it cautiously, "Y/n has mentioned you before, Winchester, right?"
Dean nodded, "That would be the one." He settled by leaning onto the bar, a nagging feeling clawing at his which he could quite rationalise. "So erm, how do you two know each other?" He questioned.
"We've been working together," Jamie answered, glancing to you with a smile Dean wished he could slap off him; suddenly that nagging feeling was consuming him.
"Like a month now" You added so casually as if it were normal. "Just been helpful, fiances haven't been so easy this year so we've been travelling together."
Dean attempted to keep up his chill facade but it was breaking and you could start to see through the cracks. "Together?" He laughed at the word. "That's funny cause I thought you only ever worked alone." He was making a dig and you couldn't quite understand why.
You glanced to Jamie who was just as confused, "Like I said, money's been more difficult. Fuel and food costs less when you're splitting it."
"Well, when I last saw you, you swore you would neve-"
"Y/n?" The taller Winchester brother busted in, cutting Dean's snarky comment short. "What are you doing here?"
The two old friends embraced, smiles licking their lips as they retracted, "On the same job as you two it seems." She answered.
Sam shrugged and unlike Dean, when his eyes met Jamie, they didn't scowl, "And who's this?"
You never got the chance to answer Sam; "This is Jamie." Dean interjected, "These two-" His index finger wiggled between yourself and your partner. "-are working together. Because Y/n apparently doesn't just work alone anymore."
Dean's brother could tell something was itching him. As if it wasn't already written on his face, his tone had voiced his irritation. Rather let such continue, Sam sort to deescalate the situation. "Maybe it's best we head back to the motel?" His hands grasped his brother's shoulders. "Get an early night and regroup on Monday." He flashed a forgiving smile your way before pulling Dean away from the bar.
"Sounds like a plan." You nodded your head to Sam and he continued to drag his brother out of the bar.
Your eyes followed the siblings that you had grown ever so close to. Never had something like this occurred. Of course, Dean would flirt - sometimes recklessly - but you had gotten used to it. You had started to see every word that came from his lips as just his personality. He treated any woman (or sometimes man) with the very same cheeky smirk and quick pick-up lines. But this reaction, dare you admit it, but it was almost protective. Something Dean only showed when someone's life was on the line; not when bumping into an old friend at a bar.
Nothing changed the next day. In fact, things seemed to have heightened for Dean. His brain had latched onto his envy; to have someone stand where he had always wanted to be. To have you at his side, Sam at the other, partners. It begged the question; why did you pick someone random over him?
"There's been another one." You chucked the newspaper onto the booth the four of you had been seated in.
The morning had been spent in a rustic diner, comparing theories over coffee. When the daily newspaper came out, you made sure to be the first to purchase. And as to be expected, another dead body was printed across the pages. "They're not slowing down." Said Jamie as he observed the paper.
"We don't know if it's vampires yet." Dean warned with a stern tone littered over his tongue.
Sam shrugged, "It's our best bet." He took the newspaper, reading further into the local news. "We are, however, on the right track. Says here this happened to the town just over."
The paper dropped back to the table where you could all see it. The blood, the lifeless body, the monster that was calling out to you. "So what now?" Jamie asked, his eyes flickering between the other three.
"Get our fake IDs, get into this crime scene." You decided.
There followed nods of agreement before Sam added, "I'll stay here, do some research, see if I can find where they're heading next."
"I'll stick with you." Jamie offered. "I'm sure Y/n can tell you, I'm not the best at the lying and acting, especially not to authority." Such was true and had almost landed you in some bad, illegal places; and people wonder why you did all this alone.
"Well then," Your eyes caught Dean's like you were in a crossfire. "Looks like it's just us two, agent."
You crawled from the booth where you gathered the fake FBI badge from your coat pocket. "Agent Johnson, really? How imaginative." Dean read the name as he stood in front of you, ever so close your chests could have brushed against one another.
"Better than some random guitarist's second name." You grew a smirk which Dean didn't dare break.
Instead, he smirked back, "They are not just random." With that, the two of you started walking towards Baby, digging deep into Dean's facades on all his IDs.
The crime scene was as to be expected. Suburban house; police tape; nosy neighbours. You and Dean were used to wriggling your way into the scene. Pushing through with ease, dressed in the smartest clothes which couldn't say any lounder that you were someone of importance. And when you finally reached the front of the crowd, the officer noticed it too.
"Excuse me," You called to the cop who was already on her way over. "We're with the state, if you don't mind we'd like to take a look around, following up on some other leads." You explained as you had done numerous times before.
With a flash of your badges, the tape was moved for your entrance, "Thank you." Dean muttered to the cop before the two of you made a B-line for the porch. "So, you're certain this is vampires?"
He opened the door and you followed him, "I never said certain." With a scan of the hallway, you deemed it safe from any wondering eyes and grabbed the EMF reader. "We've still got some things to cross off the list."
A static noise was sounded from the small machine, but no beeping; you were safe for now. "Well I just thought that because Jamie said-"
"Jesus, Dean!" You weren't even halfway down the hallway before he was bringing up the subject. "Would you just drop it? I can form my own opinion and usually, my opinion is right about a hunt."
"I'm just checking miss 'I only ever work alone'." He made quotation marks as his feet stood firmly in the midst of the hallway. He did so on purpose, blocking your way further into the house. "Who knows, maybe having a partner will change how you work." He suggested.
Your expression moulded into one of offence, "You doubt me?"
Dean could have shivered, "No." He seemed sure of that. "I doubt him. I don't know who he is and I certainly doubt he's good enough for you...to be your partner I mean." The boy added in case there was room for misunderstanding.
A sigh fell from your lips and suddenly, in the face of Dean, you couldn't keep it in anymore. "Look, I'd be lying if I said Jamie was a good hunter. He isn't. He almost got us arrested because he forgot the name on his FBI badge. He can't aim for shit, he doesn't know lore about basic monsters. I was explaining vampires to him last night right until you bumped into us." The words started pouring and you weren't stopping them.
"So why work with him?"
"He's not just anyone Dean. He comes from a rich, very loaded, family. The only reason he knows anything supernatural is because one of their houses had a vengeful spirit which I got rid of for them." You explained. "Like I said, it's practical, not preference."
You watched in a passing moment as Dean's gaze faltered and the cogs in his brain started to turn. When he looked back at you, something seemed to be flickering within his pupils - you just couldn't work out what. "And if it was up to preference?" His voice was low as if whispering a secret.
You shrugged, suddenly unsure of where Dean was headed. "Alone, you know that."
"But if you had to?" He jumped in before you could take another breath.
Uncertain, you chuckled, "Dean, if you're wanting for me to say-"
He took a step closer, trapping you between himself and the wall. It was a small hallway, even smaller with Dean pressing your back against the wall. And it was safe to say your breaths were uneven, your heart was struggling to keep up with your thoughts and you couldn't break your stare with Dean. "I want you to mean it."
You attempted to take an easy breath in a way that didn't show Dean how obviously crumbled you were by his words. "Dean, if I had to pick anyone to work with, of course, it would be you." Never did you blink. "And I mean that so much so that I can't believe you have to question it."
Suddenly your eyes broke from one another. Only to flicker to the lips. You took a breath and before you realised, there was no more space in between you. Caught up against the wall, breathless, you were moulding your lips against Dean's; the only hunter you could ever see yourself working with.
"I thought you guys were checking the place out?"
You jumped and then froze. In the door way stood the policewoman; one way to ruin the moment.
Of course, Dean slurted out his usual, "Yeah, just checking out these walls here." His knuckles knocked against the wall by your head before the two of you sheepishly continued into the house.
Maybe the job wasn't over and maybe you had just come close to breaking your FBI facade, but you would never regret the words you spoke or the actions you made in that very moment.
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It hits different cause it's you
summer sleepover masterlist
jamie tartt x gn!reader
summary : “passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.” Requested by anon.
contebt warning: one use of yn, throw up, Jamie being insanely jealous, Roy being a big brother figure, angst In the form of Jamie being self deprecating to fluff, allusions to smut but non written.
There was not a square inch of the Crown and Anchor that wasn't buzzing with life; the whole Richmond team, players and otherwise, were crammed into the tiny, town centre pub.
"Hey, who's that?" Jamie didn't recognise the tall blonde that had his arm around your shoulders, prompting him to sharply nudge Sam in his side, attempting to gain some insight as to who he was. Obviously, he wasn't a member of the team or the staff, he knew that much, but if someone had brought him as their plus one, it was rude of him to try and make moves on his friends friend. Jamie nearly spat his drink out at Sam's words. "They have a boyfriend?"
"Well, boyfriend is a strong word really, they've just seen each other a few times." Roy added, now suddenly beside Jamie and Sam with a frown firmly on his face. Even though it was a familiar sight, it had an even darker twinge to it then usual.
"And how would you know that?" Jamie scoffed, arms folding tighter across his chest as he watched the guy pull you over to the bar, his arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the crowd.
"They told me." Roy answered shortly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though they also told me the guys a fucking prick." Now that had caught Jamie's attention. With each word that slipped past Roy's lips, Jamie could recognise the look of disproval more and more. "Forgot to show up for one of their dates and they had to run home in the fucking rain."
"Fucking prick." Jamie half expected some comment from Roy about how he, himself, was a prick, but it never came, him so focused on burning a hole into the head of the blonde who had his best friend - though Roy would never admit to you being his best friend - entranced.
"You should go and save them Jamie." Sam suggested, a smile pulling at his lips as he nudged Jamie's side teasingly. "They deserve better than him."
"What? And they deserve me? Right." Jamie scoffed, taking a swig of his drink as he continued to stare at the scene before him, unease filling his stomach as he dwelled on the way your smile filled your face and the way your shirt defined everything perfectly.
"Cut that shit out." Surprisingly, that came from Roy. "You're...well...you're a fucking half decent guy, Tartt. Y/n would be lucky to have you."
"Aw, Roy." Jamie cooed, reaching up to pinch at Roy's cheeks like you would a cute baby. Though before he could make contact, Roy had slapped his hand away, a scowl settling on his lips "You're so kind."
"Fuck off." Roy left at that, walking across the room to meet you and your date for the night at the bar.
"Hey, Angel." Roy saddled up next to you at the bar, slipping a hand around your waist and pulling you into a side hug. When you pulled him into a proper one, he took the opportunity to glare daggers at your date, who, in great shock to Roy, just glared right back. There was no way he was letting you date this guy.
"Roy, you know Jake." When you pulled away from the hug, Jake was quick to put his arm around your waist in a way that screamed controlling to Roy.
Jake. Jamie. Jamie. Jake. There was no way you'd picked the blonde on coincidence; and though Roy would rather bubble wrap you up and put you in a cupboard so no one and nothing could ever get to you, if you were going to be with anyone, he'd rather you be with Jamie. The thought knocked him sick. "Yeah. I do."
"I can't fucking believe this shit man." Jamie couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Roy seemed to be being more amicable with this random guy you were seeing then he'd ever been with him, and he'd just quite loudly proclaimed how much of a dickhead he thought he was. He just couldn't wrap his head around it.
What was there to this guy that Jamie didn't have? Why couldn’t you like Jamie the way he liked you? Why did you have to look so good in that shirt? Why hadn’t you told him but had seemed to tell Sam and Roy? Too many unanswered questions were swarming around his head. Roy clearly approved more of this stranger then he did of Jamie - and even though he'd blatantly told him otherwise seconds ago, the fact he was even entertaining a conversation with him made Jamie quickly forget it. Never once did it cross his mind that maybe Roy was entertaining the conversation because he cared about you.
Jamie felt like he couldn't breath more and more with each second that passed that he watched the three of you converse. It was all too much for one night. Roy liked him less then the dick who didn't show up for your date and made you walk home in the rain, he'd confirmed you didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about you, Mae had put up some disco lights that were stopping him from seeing straight, and the vanilla vodka he'd consumed was making his stomach churn. "I'm gonna be sick."
Jamie didn't hear Sam call after him when he sprinted from his side in the direction of the pubs door, he didn't hear Roy call after him when he barged past the three of you to get out of the pub, and he didn't see your concerned gaze that followed him until he'd disappeared from your vision.
Roy made a promise to be right back, taking a step away from you and Jake after calling down Mae for a glass of water. When you pieced together where he was going, you took the glass from his hand, appreciating the way the condensation cooled the palm of your hand. "No, it's okay Roy. I'll go check on him."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, course. Be right back Jake." You didn't wait for his response, turning for the door almost instantly. Thankfully, Jamie's actions and your want to see him had given Roy the opportunity that he'd been waiting for.
"Let's have a chat Jake, yeah?"
"Jamie!" You called out when you stepped outside of the pub. When you didn't immediately see him, you went to call out his name again, only stopping at a loud wrenching sound that was coming from the side of the building. "Holy shit, are you okay?"
Jamie pulled his shirt sleeve over his hand, wiping at his mouth then retuning it to his side. His other arm rested above his head, allowing him to balance himself against the wall as he hunched over. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine babe, go back inside."
Taking steps closer to Jamie's side, you made sure to avoid the mess he'd made on the floor, rubbing one hand in circles against his back. When his heaving had finally stopped, you wrapped an arm around him, slowly guiding him to sit on the step of the door that led into the kitchens. "C'mon."
Silently, you handed him the glass of water, letting him drink it before speaking. “What's wrong Jamie?"
"What do you meant what's wrong I'm-" Jamie's words fell short as he looked at you. Clearly, you didn't plan on taking any bullshit from him tonight. At his failure to provide a response fast enough, you nudged your knee against his, keeping the side of your leg pressed tightly against his after. Jamie let out a sigh, running a hand down his face. "I just got in my own head. That's all. And then with the vanilla vodka, and the lights, and so many people talking, it went to shit."
Jamie's heart nearly stopped as you threaded your fingers into his hair, pushing it back for him and readjusting his headband. Even when you'd fixed his hair for him, your hand remained in it, resting against the back of his neck and scratching at the hair there. "What did you get in your head about Jay?"
This wasn't real. The vodka had clearly got to him and he was experiencing some kind of deluded, fever ridden, dream. A too hard tug on his hair ground him back in the moment; this was definitely real and you were definitely playing with his hair. He was so fucking in love with you. "Nothing important, don't worry about it, go have a good night with your boyfriend."
"It's important to you, so it's important to me." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How you had no idea what you were doing to him, he was clueless. Jamie could've sworn up and down that right then his heart was beating a metre out of his chest - how could you not see it too? "And, also, he's not my boyfriend."
"He's not?"
"No." A weight had been lifted from Jamie's shoulders that he hadn't realised was there. For the first time since he'd noticed you under the arm of whoever it had been, he felt like he could breathe. "We've been out a few times but, honestly, I'm not really feeling it, he's a bit of a dick."
"I know. Roy told me."
"Oh did he?” You asked, your head titling in a way that made the dim street light accentuate all your features. It made your eyes glimmer and Jamie had to resist the urge to kiss you. “Fucker doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."
A laugh rumbled through Jamie’s chest and he was certain your presence alone had made everything better. God, if you’d let him, he’d never leave your side. "I’m all good now, if you want to go back in, I think im just gonna head home."
"Let's go." Your hand moved down from his hair and slotted into his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. Jamie took your action as a sign, allowing you to lead him to your car without a thought spared as to how your date would get home, what Roy was doing to him right now, or what anyone would think of your shared absence. All he cared about was the fact his hand was in yours and that it remained that way the whole ride to his house.
He opened the door for you and then made a bee line for the bathroom with you hot on his heels. As he brushed his teeth several times over, forcing the taste of vomit out of his mouth, you took a seat on his counter. When Jamie spat out his final lot of toothpaste, he turned to you with a minty fresh smile. “So, your ‘not boyfriend,’ that’s definitely not going anywhere?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely not.” You answered honestly, jumping down from the counter and walking in step with Jamie down his hallway. “Besides, I kind of have a thing for someone else. He was the BTEC version, if I’m honest.”
“Really?” Jamie asked casually, as though his heart hadn’t been crushed for a second time tonight, this time in what should’ve been the safety of his own home. “So, what was he like? Aside from being a huge dick, obviously.”
“Obviously.” You confirmed, a laugh slipping past your lips as your lingered in Jamie’s doorway, not quite ready to go home yourself yet. “Oh, well, you know. He plays a lot of football, not too bad at it too, he’s from somewhere up north so he’s got this sexy twinge of an accent.” If Jamie didn’t know better, he’d think you were describing him. “And get this. His name? Jake Heart.”
Jamie had never been sure if heaven was real, but if must’ve been, because he knew if it was, this would be his idea of it. When you said you were going out with the worse version of who you really liked, he never in a million years would’ve thought you really wanted to be with him - even as much as he hoped it. It was like all of his dreams were coming true and his life was finally, fully, piecing together.
“Me.” Jamie gasped, taking a step closer to you. “You like me. I’m the one you like.”
“Yeah, doofus.” You took a step closer to him, sliding your arms up his chest and over his shoulder, placing your hands in his hair like they had been on the doorstep of the pub. He was still fully convinced this was one of those good dreams that make you regret setting an alarm the night before. “Was kind of hoping you’d have caught on by now, but, it is what it is.”
Jamie slipped his arms around your waist, connecting his hands over the small of your back. “So, if you like me, does that mean we can, like, be a couple and stuff?”
“Depends what you have in mind when you say ‘and stuff.’” The coy smile on your lips had a smirk pulling on Jamie’s. God, he couldn’t fucking contain himself around you, and he hoped he would never have to again after today.
Jamie pulled you flush against him, pressing his lips firmly to yours, and squeezing your hips, slipping his tongue into your mouth at the gasp that he pulled out of you. Carefully, he manoeuvred you away from his doorway, kicking it closed behind you, and pushing you against his hallway wall. One of his hands quickly moved to cup the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair to keep you from knocking against the cold plaster and to kiss you even more firmly. He didn’t hold back on his actions, squeezing and rubbing and nipping and sucking on every bit of skin he could reach as he pulled himself away from your lips and made his way down your neck.
As he pulled away for air, his forehead resting against your own and his chest heaving, he suddenly became nervous again. “Something like that, I don’t know, only if you’d like it.”
You pressed a fervent kiss to his lips, knocking the air from his lungs before he’d even had the chance to regain it. “I’d like that very much, Jay.” Jamie stared at you dreamily, so in love with you and you didn’t even know it yet. He couldn’t wait for the day that’d come when he’d finally, fully, tell you. “Couldn’t help but notice you closed the door though Jay, you wanting to figure out what more of that ‘stuff’ looks like, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’d like that very much.” Jamie used your position against the wall to his benefit, moving his hands to hold your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ready to sing praises between your legs. “Think you’ll like it very much too.”
While the walls of Jamie’s hallway were permanently scarred by the whimpers from your lips and the scratches of your nails against the wall, Roy and Jake sat in the crown and anchor.
“- and you’re not fucking good enough for them. So, you’re going to disappear from their phone, and from the face of the fucking earth for all I care, and not be a fucking duck about it either, yeah.”
Jake was shaking in his seat, and even though Sam had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to butt in the conversation for the past 30 minutes, he never got the chance to. Jake had stood from his seat and left the pub without so much as a goodbye or a sip from his drink taken.
“Roy, do you really think all that was necessary?” Sam asked, sliding into Jakes now empty seat and sliding his untouched beer over to Roy.
“Abso-fucking-lutley.”
Hope you enjoyed this Jamie fic!!! Let me know what you think <33 more to come as I get up to date on the summer sleepover prompts x
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ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters
chapter three — can i interview you?
summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [2.9k].
pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters
notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. mentions of eating habits.
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2017.
"CAN I INTERVIEW YOU?" JAMIE ASKED you. The pair of you were sat in his trailer where you were supposed to be running lines.. but you can't really go off track if you were never on it to begin with... right?
the way you both always managed to become sidetracked from your work could astound anyone. always finding some excuse not to rehearse, but rather to sit and enjoy each other's company.
"interview me?" you asked him, a confused look etched onto your face, "what for?".
jamie was sat on the couch opposite yours, his legs cross at the ankles as he laid on the plush cushions. he tilted his head to the side so he could see you better. you were looking at him just up from your phone, where you were texting bailey.
"I don't know, it's kinda stupid-"
"-but" you cut him off, raising your eyebrows.
"-but" he emphasised, "I kind of want to make a video of our time on set, like.. I don't know- a documentary?"
you noticed the way jamie stopped looking at you and went back to fiddling with his old camcorder. he tended to always carry it with him, no one ever really paid much attention to him filming little things on set. he always would find a space to film where no one would take much notice of him shooting, but where he could still get the shot he wanted.
"is that why you're filming all the time?" but jamie forgets that you always take notice of what he does. you two were intertwined like that, you both paid attention to the small things about the other. there were many times you had caught jamie filming you and your castmates, or just you.
the first time was when you were sitting with trinity in the makeup trailer. she was on your lap and you were singing to her, whilst making her dance, controlling her arms. trinity's giggles filled the entire trailer that morning, jamie had just come in to get his face done- quickly getting a shot from the doorway of the trailer, one that focused on you.
there were more times. times were you would be running stunts, practicing your breathing or messing around in the tanks. you always thought he was just filming his castmates, but you always seemed to find your way into the main focus of his shots.. he couldn't tell you how it happened... it just did?
"I've kinda already started," he said, a small smirk appearing on his face.
"yeah, I've noticed" you laughed, "what's it gonna be on?"
"I want to cover the build up to the movie coming out, you know? show how much we grow up and change.. sounds silly, but I think it would be really interesting to see in however many years" jamie spoke nervously, but you heard the passion that laid underneath his words.
"I think it sounds awesome," you nodded, "you can interview me."
"not now though" he sighed, sitting up.
"what?" you followed in suit, "why?" you asked.
"because now you're expecting it, I don't want you to have time to overthink the answers" he chuckled, putting his camera down on the table. jamie moves over to the kitchenette and sits at the table, grabbing the small plastic container of watermelon the two of you were sharing earlier. you look at him for a while before breaking out into a soft smile. he squints his eyes at you, a playful gaze on his face. "what," he chuckles, his two front teeth peaking out in a small grin.
you lean forwards and pick up his camera, turn it on and press record.
"how do I zoom?" your voice isn't of the highest quality, but it was still clear. there was a soft buzzing in the background, but no way to tell if it was the camera itself or the trailer. "oh wait-" the frame zooms quickly into jamie's face- "I got it"
he chuckles, running his hand over his hair. you let out a deep breath before speaking again. "okay, what's your name?" you ask.
jamie laughs for a second, stopping himself from eating a cube of watermelon "seriously?"
you scoff, "yes? can we try again; what's your name?"
he lets out a sigh, sitting up slightly from his slouched position against the trailer wall. "my name is jamie flatters."
"birth name james" you interject.
"my name is james flatters" he is seen sighing and rolling his eyes.
"how old are you?" your voice comes through the recording again.
"I'm seventeen,"
"and where are you?"
"on the set of avatar: the way of water" he smiled, putting a piece of watermelon in his mouth to eat.
"so," you say, "what's the dream?"
the frame zooms out a tiny bit, showing jamie from the chest up, who was licking some of the juice from the fruit off of his finger. "I mean.." he sighs, "I want to be the best actor I possibly can be. I- I basically just like want to watch a film I'm in and be like: that's a stranger. that's someone I don't know." jamie smiles softly at you behind the camera, his eyes looking just above the lens. he puts another piece of watermelon on his fork and says, "I think that would be a really cool feeling," before eating it.
"what do you think has changed your perspective on the world? like since starting this.. process" you could be heard chuckling behind the camera, just grabbing onto words at this point to put something together for jamie's film.
"the girl behind the camera right here," he says jokingly.
"aww," you say over dramatically.
"jokes, jokes" he chuckles. he knew he didn't mean it though, you had adjusted his perspective, he just didn't know how to put it into words really. "I see the world as a lot bigger, so- so I'm no longer in my bubble of my own mind." he says, looking down at his food before back up at you. "my new friends have changed my perspective a considerable amount. I've now made friends that are all over the world, so I'll never look at the world in the same way."
"that was very deep, mr flatters.. wow," you swallowed and took a breath before asking a mother question. "if- if you could describe this experience in a few- or one word, what would it be?"
jamie paused for a moment, looking around his trailer. "giving," he nodded, "it's been very giving".
you smiled, looking from the viewfinder to meet jamie's eyes. "thank you so much for your time, sir. james 'jamie' flatters, everyone." you turn off the recording.
"wait jon-" you turned around in your seat to find him, "so what are we actually going to do there?"
you and the rest of the new cast were headed to disney's animal kingdom theme park in florida to do a press release for the film. the bus that was taking you there was quite small, but being sat next to trinity gave you lots of extra room.
"so we'll take some photos, do some interviews, look around at all of the outside" he explained, "then you'll get to do flight of passage, and the river journey ride"
"we get to actually go on the rides?" trinity, turned around in her seat and got up on her knees so she could see jon.
"yes trin," he chuckled, "you can go on the rides"
the rest of the bus ride wasn't long, you were at the park shortly after. you got to look at some of the other attractions before heading into pandora.
"this is fucking crazy," jamie leant down, so he could talk quietly in your ear, knowing trinity was just in front of you both. "how cool is this?"
you marvelled at the sights ahead of you, "it's amazing" you whispered. "I don't even know what to say," you looked up at him with wide eyes, "this is insane."
"look, y/n! the floating mountains!" trinity turned around and grabbed your hand, running the two of you forwards, pulling bailey along with you.
"oh my goodness, they actually look like they're floating" bailey exclaimed.
"how do they do that?!" trinity turned around and looked at you both in bewilderment. you were convinced you were there, in pandora. it was the most surreal feeling, actually seeing it all with your own eyes. it felt like a privilege that shouldn't be afforded to you. you were lucky to be standing there, in the place closest to the real thing.
the press photos went relatively quickly. you were sat on the ground next to jamie, holding trinity in your lap for a few shots, standing with bailey for others. you watched as the boys did some short little interviews before going on the rides, you stood with bailey, trinity off waiting with jamie.
"he was staring at you before," bailey whispered, nudging you slightly.
"who?" you asked softly.
bailey turned to you dumbfounded, confused as to why you even had to ask her. "jamie," she said.
"what do you mean?" your face scrunched up in confusion slightly.
"what do you mean 'what do I mean'? I mean he was staring at you," she chuckled softly, trying to keep quiet. "he's always staring at you," she smiled, "he totally likes you."
"oh no," you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest, "no way."
"you're kidding right?" she asked, "how can you not see it?"
"I don't know what you're looking at, but it's definitely not the same thing that I'm seeing," you smiled with a laugh.
"hmm," she mumbled, "speak for yourself, I know I know" she smirked at you.
"sure," you scoffed with a laugh.
your day unfolded nicely. you all got to go on the 'flight of passage' ride, feeling what it would be like to ride a banshee. you were sat with britain and duane, laughing at duane screaming for majority of the ride. 'bro this is sick!' came from your right, 'dude, I know!' from your left.
you shot a few more interviews after the first ride, little shots of vision of your reactions after your lifelike banshee encounters. lining up for the 'na'vi river journey', jamie came up behind you.
"trinity has something she wants to ask you," he whispered. you jumped slightly from him sneaking up on you. you laughed at him before looking down at him.
"what's up?" you crouched down to her level. she was playing with her fingers and looked nervous before speaking.
"could I sit with you on the ride?" she asked quietly.
"trin, you don't have to ask me" you chuckled, "of course you can,"
"I want sit with jamie too though," she looked up at him and then back to you.
"that's okay, we all sit together" you nodded.
"I guess I can put up with her for you, trin" jamie whispered down to her. she giggled, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes- like she had just been told a secret.
"hmm," you narrowed your gaze at jamie, "I don't like you some days." you turned away from jamie and faced your back to him.
"you're a bad liar," he leant forwards, whispering into your ear. you smirked and turned your head slightly, so you could see him in your peripheral.
"I know, I just like to keep you guessing" you whispered back, a smirk on your lips. he shook his head and bit his tongue, standing up straight once again. as you looked back you caught eyes with bailey, who raised her eyebrows at you with a grin before looking away.
the ride was beautiful, the soundtrack was unlike anything else you had ever heard before. you had trinity sitting in the middle of you and jamie, holding your hand and pointing things out to you throughout the ride.
on the bus ride back to the hotel, you were sat at the back with trinity laying across you and her own seat, asleep.
"oh trin's out," duane chuckled from his seat. the others turned around a looked at the sleeping girl draped over your legs.
"she had a big day," bailey cooed, pouting her lips.
"what should we do tonight? could we eat?" you asked the others, "I'm starving."
"we should order some food to the hotel," filip said, playing with his hair.
britain nodded, "yeah, I don't really wanna go out-" he said- "I'm so tired."
nods and words of agreement filled the bus. jamie, who was sat in front of you and trinity, turned around in his seat to look at you. "what do you want to eat tonight?" he raised his eyebrows.
"I could eat anything," you shook your head at him, exhaling through your nose with a laugh, "I didn't eat much before we left."
"you're so stupid," he said, his tone frustrated, "I don't understand why you don't just eat properly. you know your body needs food to survive, yeah?" jamie leant his head on the window of the bus.
"yes, I'm not stupid" you rolled your eyes, leaning back against your seat, "I just wasn't very hungry then, but I should've just eaten."
"I reckon we just put a film on in someone's room tonight," jamie closed his eyes as he spoke, feeling the road travelled on underneath him.
"you okay?" you asked, noticing the small crease between his eyebrows.
he cleared his throat, before sitting up slightly and opening his eyes. jamie looked tired, but this was the first time you were noticing it today. "yeah," he nodded, his gaze was faded, "just got a massive headache."
"have you taken anything for it?" you asked him, sitting back up in your seat. you took in his tired complexion and reddening eyes, like he had been rubbing them lots.
"nah," he sniffed, resting his head against the glass again, "I will when we get back,"
"do you want me to ask jon or someone if they have anything?" jamie noticed how your demeanour had changed, you were now concerned and on edge. it was cute.
"y/n," he smiled softly, closing his eyes again, "I'll be alright,"
jamie was quiet the rest of the ride back to the hotel. He was looking a little pale, you were convinced he was drifting in and out of sleep as you quietly chatted to bailey.
ordering dinner to the hotel was a process. passing around one phone, figuring out who was going to pay (and how everyone would pay that person back); it had been forty minutes in filip's hotel room before the order had even been placed.
jamie was slowly reengaging with the rest of the group, having taken some pain relief for his headache. you were keeping a close eye on him, now that trinity was preoccupied with bailey.
"did you want to go? we could go to your room and you could sleep until the food comes" you said quietly from your spot next to him. filip, britain and duane were busy singing some rap song together, serenading bailey and trin.
"we?" jamie asked, opening his eyes from his rested position. a little smirk was beginning to appear clearly on his face.
“i’d rather sit in silence with you than do anything with someone else.” you chuckled.
jamie was taken back by your statement, you saw the change in his gaze. he was surprised by your forwardness. you both had a very intricate relationship. he liked you, he couldn't help it. over the little time you had known each other, jamie couldn't help the butterflies that involuntarily swarm his stomach.
what you said to him had the butterflies flocking.
jamie couldn't say anything, he was left without words. instead, he was interrupted by britain shouting that the delivery driver had arrived with your dinner, ruining your plans.
you all ate dinner, some movie that filip picked playing in the background; none of you paying attention to it anyway. as the night began to wind down, trinity's mom came and brought her back to her hotel room, that's when you and jamie took off.
his hotel room was down the hall from yours. he popped his head around the door, seeing if his room was in a state that he wouldn't want you to see.. it was.
"wait here," he said, slipping inside and leaving you in the hallway. jamie rushed around the room as quickly as he could with his pounding head.
you lean against the door, pressing your forehead into the wood. “jamie,” you whine, “let me in!”
“one second!” he shouted back. you chuckled as you heard him shuffling around in his room. he was haphazardly throwing his clothes back into his suitcase and shoving it into the corner of the room. before he called out to you, he quickly grabbed his camera, switching it on to record
“okay!” jamie’s voice was heard on the camera as he yelled, “come in.”
you open the door, but stopped in your tracks and broke out into laughter when you saw the camera. the frame zoomed in on your face, capturing the way your face was growing hot.
"can I interview you?" he asked, a smile on his face. you felt your chest tighten with anxiety as your smile grew.
"yes," you nodded, "yes, you can."
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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!
I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea
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Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written.
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there’s orange juice in the kitchen
You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.
You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.
It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.
The hormones don’t help either.
But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.
You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.
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You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.
It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.
Ah, right. Jamie.
Your boyfriend.
Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.
Shit.
You call him back and he answers on the first ring.
“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”
You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”
“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”
“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”
Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”
You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.
“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”
Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.
Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.
“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
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Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.
“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.
Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.
Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.
“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”
“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.
For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”
You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.
So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.
A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.
“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”
“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”
Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.
“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.
“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”
You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.
“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.
“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”
You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”
“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”
“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”
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It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.
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my tears ricochet (j.t.)
Summary: after years of being at odds with Jamie Tartt, it takes one moment for the walls to come crumbling down
SHE'S BACK BITCHES you can thank Ted Lasso for the inspiration because I just couldn't watch the show and not write anything for Jamie Tartt
AN: angsty fluff is my go to so what better way to make a comeback than my usual. inspired by the scene where Jamie's dad comes into the locker room after the Man City match
"Jamie, why are you doing this?" You questioned your boyfriend of two years. He had just told you he was breaking up with you, completely out of the blue.
"If i'm going to go pro I can't have things from my past weighing me down. Not if I want to be the best." He said. You were stunned at his words.
Did he really believe that? Did he really believe you would weigh him down? "No, no, this isn't you. This is your dad talking. You promised me you would never hurt me, not like this." You replied.
"I lied then. We were kidding ourselves if we thought this would last after school. We're just kids, this was never going to be anything serious." Jamie rebutted. You scoffed at his words. You didn't want to believe that Jamie would actually feel that way.
"It was serious to me. It was serious to you three months ago when you said you wanted me by your side for as long as I'd have you." You replied. "I told you what you wanted to hear." Jamie said simply.
That was the figurative dagger in your back. You had to stop yourself from doing anything you'd regret in the morning. That being punching Jamie in the nose and dealing with the consequences of a fractured hand.
"Go then." You said through tears. "Y/N," Jamie started. "You want to go? Then go. But don't expect me to answer when you call." You snapped, slamming the door in his face.
That fight was four years ago and yet it still plagued your nightmares. The hurtful things Jamie said to you still playing through your head whenever you were ready to move on officially.
Sure you dated guys here and there, but the second you felt that it could become serious, hearing Jamie say he told you what you wanted to hear played on a loop.
You were angry he still had that much control over you. And your current occupation didn't help either. You had just started as the athletic trainer for AFC Richmond. Which meant you saw Jamie on a daily basis.
He tried to start a conversation with you, try to make up for the things he did but you never gave him the time of day.
It was your first official month at AFC Richmond and you had succeeded at avoiding Jamie at all costs. You'd either be busy, gone home early, or simply said no. All resulting in one of the other physios treating him.
He knew what you were doing. So that's why he had to corner you in the treatment room to even get face time with you. He walked into the room and closed the door, standing in front of it so you couldn't leave.
“What the hell are you doing?" You questioned. "You won't talk to me." Jamie answered. "Did you ever think that I had a very good reason for not wanting to talk to you?" You asked. "Y/N, Jamie started.
"You don't get to do this. You don't get to trap me in here and force me to talk to you. You made this decision and now you have to live with it. You can't just come back into my life like you didn't break my heart." You said with an eerily calm tone.
"That's not who I am anymore." Jamie said. "Well the person you are now, has to pay for the mistake of the person you were." You said.
You looked at him, signaling him to step aside so you could leave. the two of you just started at each other for a moment and it took everything in your power not to fold and fall into his arms.
But eventually he did move, letting you walk through the door. Jamie didn't have many regrets in his life but doing what he did to you was by far the worst thing and his biggest regret.
The night he broke up with you, Jamie let his dad get into his head, saying all of these things about how you'll bring him down. He can't go pro with a girlfriend from home. He'll get bored of you anyway, so he should just cut you loose.
Jamie didn't know why he listened to his father in the first place. His mother had told him that you would be the thing that grounded him when he finally had his big break.
He didn't have you, and he turned into a huge prick. And that day you were right, he was paying for the mistakes that version of himself made.
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The match against Man City at Wembley did not have the outcome everyone wanted. Richmond lost and no one was feeling good about it.
You were packing up heat packs and resistance bands when the locker room door opened.
"Uh, Mr. Tartt? You have a visitor. Says he's your father." The security man said.
Instinctually, Jamie and you locked eyes, you gave your head a slight shake. Telling Jamie that seeing his father was the last thing he needed.
Jamie sighed before giving the man permission to bring him in. You despised Jamie's father. You always hated how the man treated his son and you hated how Jamie just sat their and took it.
Now, Jamie was allowing this man to kick him while he's already down.
"Hey, it's a tough one lads, it's tough one. But no shame to it, because you know we only ever beat everybody we play." Jamie's father laughed.
"You pups had no chance. And there he is, my son. My own flesh and blood. Poor Jamie, my son. Now, maybe I'm thinking, his heart's still in Manchester and that's why he missed that sitter in the first half. You absolutely balled it. You balled it. What were you thinking? I'm only kidding." James continued.
You tensed when he started shoving Jamie slightly. You weren't close enough to hear what was said, only hearing Jamie say "don't speak to me like that."
It all escalated so quickly after that. James turned around and began yelling at the team, shouting that they were amateurs. Jamie turned away from his father and James pushed him harshly.
Jamie turned back around and punched his father in the nose, hard enough to send him to the ground.
Before James could retaliate against Jamie, Coach Beard picked him up and escorted him outside.
For a second, nobody moved. It felt like everyone stopped breathing, just staring at Jamie. You included. You could see it on his face, he was about to break.
Roy started to move but you beat him to it. You wrapped your arms around Jamie and he was taken aback at first. But then he grabbed onto you tightly and cried into your shoulder.
"You're okay, I got you." You whispered to him. In response his hold around you only got tighter, like he was afraid you'd evaporate in his arms.
It wasn't the first time you had to comfort Jamie after run ins with his father. When he was playing football for the school team, his dad got on him about everything.
There were many nights where Jamie would sneak into your bedroom because he just felt better with you. You made things feel better, even if only for a moment.
After a few seconds of just holding him, he pulled away from you and neither of you had noticed the team dispersed.
"The team is probably waiting for you on the bus." You said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." Jamie replied. "I'll see you on the bus, Jamie." You told him as you grabbed your bag of supplies.
For the third time, he watched you walk away from him. But this time was different. Even after what he did, you were still there for him after his dad barged in.
That night, after you had driven home, got in your pajamas and sat on your sofa with a glass of wine, the last thing you'd expect was to have someone knock at your door.
And hell probably froze over because Jamie was standing on your doorstep.
"Jamie?" You questioned. "Can we talk? Please?" He asked, almost pleaded. You blamed your fatigue on you giving in so quickly, but you let him inside nonetheless.
"I let you down. That night at your house, I let you down." He spoke. "I-I let me dad control me and I did the last thing I ever wanted to do. You meant the world to me and I let you go. I'm sorry, Y/N." He added.
You didn't really know what to say to him after that. So you just took his hand and brought him to the sofa, where he sat down next to you.
"What you did really hurt me. I thought I did something wrong, like I didn't make you happy anymore. I tried to move on, I went on a few dates but every time I thought you were in the past, I just kept hearing what you said to me that night." You said.
"You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve any of that." Jamie replied. "You're right. I didn't deserve any of that. But that's not who you are anymore, is it?" You asked.
"The Jamie I knew, the Jamie you were, would have never stuck up to your dad the way you did. I never understood why but I always supported you. But the Jamie you are now, you stuck up for yourself. You didn't let him bully you and I'm really, really proud of you." You continued.
"But you said-" He started. "I know what I said. I know I said that you had to pay for those mistakes. I was wrong." You interrupted.
"I love you, Y/N. I don't think I ever stopped loving you even though I definitely tried." Jamie confessed. "How about this? We start over. Let me get to know the new Jamie." You said.
A smile formed on Jamie's face as he held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jamie." He said. You laughed lightly as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N." You replied, shaking his hand. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" Jamie asked.
"Yes, yes I would." You said.
And you did go on the date with Jamie. You learned who this new Jamie really was. He was kind, caring, still cocky as ever but he cared about others.
He had best friends in, Sam, Isaac and even Roy though he didn’t really phrase it like that. Jamie stopped letting the opinions of the world define him and only the opinions of those he loved and valued.
You felt incredibly proud of Jamie and this new person he had become and this Jamie was the one you fell in love with.
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Mason's Sister | J. Drysdale
pairing: Jamies Drysdale x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
summary: Mason told Jamie that his sister was off limits, until she isn't
warnings: none? this is trash though be warned
not my gif!
“Mason!” You yelled, running down the stairs to jump at your brother, his arms opening to catch you.
“Goose!” He grinned, holding you in a tight hug.
“Told you not to call me that!” You groaned, letting go of your brother.
“And I told you no.” The smile never left either of your faces.
Until you saw his guest. Jamie Drysdale. He hated you for no reason, always ignoring you and when he did acknowledge you it was purely to annoy you.
“You brought him!” You whispered to Mason, making sure he didn’t hear.
“He’s my best friend, you’ll be fine for a week.” He shrugged, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder after.
“Mase!” You laughed, your world upside down as he carried you outside. Setting you down in the grass after, sitting beside you while Jamie followed behind.
“Why’d you bring me out here?” It seemed like a fair question, looking away from the blossoming sunset to look at your brother.
“Wanted to watch the sunset with my sister who I’ve missed so dearly.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and dragging you down.
A mumbled comment falling from Jamie’s lips, earning a hard smack from Mason. You didn’t hear what he said but seeing how hard Mason hit him, you’d assume it wasn’t anything nice. When you heard your name slip past your brother's lips as he was whispering to Jamie, you took it as your cue to leave.
“I’m going to go in.” You gave a false salute to your brother before getting up to walk inside, remembering to leave the door unlocked for them.
“I can’t believe you!” Mason groaned, running his hands through his hair.
“What? Said I was sorry!” Jamie claimed, calling his mumbled sorry an apology.
“What did she do to you? You’re never like this to anyone else, you’re my best friend. I can't have you hate my sister.”
“I don’t hate her!”
“Then why do you do this shit?” Mason groaned, gripping at his hair now.
“I don’t know! It just started and it worked because if she hated me then I could tell myself I have no chance of being with her and especially because she’s your sister!” Jamie’s words mumbling out, ending barely audible. Mason’s head lifting at the confession.
“You started acting like this when I told you that you couldn’t date my sister,” The correlations connecting in Mason’s mind. “You like her! And you chose to be a dick to her so she won’t like you? What fucking logic is that?” Mason exclaimed, watching blush cover his best friend's cheeks.
“The logic that you told me she was off limits.” He urged back, pushing a hand through his hair to calm himself.
“You should’ve talked to me! Not been a fucking dick to my sister! If there was one person I’d let have a chance with her it was you!” Mason argued back, earning a blank stare from Jamie.
“You would’ve let me ask her out?” Jamie’s voice was quiet, staring at his best friend in awe.
“Had you not been an absolute dick and lost any chance with her, yes. Now you have no chance but if you ever get another chance with her, you better not fuck it up.” Mason warned, keeping his eyes on Jamie’s slightly scared expression.
Jamie nodded, standing up to run inside, trying his best to get away from his best friend who looked ready to kill him. Quickly darting inside while Mason stood up, running into the nearest door in the house when he entered. Yet unluckily, it had been your room.
“What the fuck?” You were sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap watching a movie. Jamie was stunned, his eyes trailing your body quickly before spitting out an answer.
“‘M sorry, your brother just looks like he’s going to kill me right now.”
“And so you run into my room?” You questioned, pausing the movie to talk to the Canadian.
“I didn’t know it was your room, it was just the first door I saw!”
“Okay, differently, why is Mase out to kill you?”
The question seemed to freeze Jamie, his mouth got dry at the question simply not having an answer available or the time to make up a lie.
“Jamie?” The call of his name sounded miles away as his head spun, he knew it had no logical answer for you right now.
“I- Um” Mumbled of started but never finished words slipped past his lips, standing in the middle of your room just staring at you.
“I get you hate me but like tell me or leave please?” It was like his brain short circuited when he heard you say that you thought he hates you.
“I don’t hate you, I love you.” The minute the words slipped past his lips his hand was covering his mouth, his eyes widening in shock. A quiet ‘oh no’ mumbled under his breath as he tried to gauge your reaction.
“What?” Was all you could seem to say, staring at him in awe.
“Nevermind, it was an accident. I didn't mean to say anything.” He quickly got out, turning towards your door again.
“No Jamie, come back.” You groaned, moving off your bed when he didn’t stop moving towards the door.
Your hand on his shoulder stopping him just before the door, making him turn to look at him. His eyes held a panic that you couldn’t help but hate.
“Why do you act like you hate me?” Jamie shook his head at the question, focusing on how soft your voice sounded as you spoke to him.
“I do hate you.” He tried, his voice giving away the clear lie.
“No you don’t, you just told me you loved me.” You pushed back, watching panic cover his features again. “Stop panicking.” You mumbled at the fear covering his face.
“I just told you I love you. I think that’s a good reason to panic!” He answered in return, making you laugh.
The panic on his face lessened at the sound, smiling at the way you tried to stop yet couldn’t, a smile prominent on your face. Once you had composed yourself you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to Jamie’s cheek.
“I love you too idiot.” A wave of confusion covered Jamie’s face at your words, letting the emotion cover his face.
“But I was so bad to you?”
“You were so good at first, just because you randomly became an asshole didn’t mean I could get rid of how I felt for you before.”
“Fuck I’m so sorry, I should’ve just talked to him, please baby, tell you’ll be mine?” Jamie’s words came out fast, like a breath of relief. Letting you nod before he kissed you, his arms wrapping around your waist while yours tangled through his hair.
“What did you mean talk to him?” You asked Jamie when he moved away, pecking your lips once more before completely pulling away.
“Oh, Mason. He told me you were off limits and then told me that I was the one person he’d let date you.” Jamie admitted, luring you back towards your bed, moving your laptop before getting you to lay with him. Keeping his arms around your body, making sure you were pressed against him as he laid in your bed.
“I’m going to kill him, he doesn’t get to decide who I date!” You protested, shifting in Jamie’s arms as if to get up.
Jamie’s grip tightened, not wanting you to leave yet. His hands rubbing circles on your back as if to lure you to stay, and it worked. Letting the calm overcome you of Jamie’s hand running along your skin you sunk back into the bed, curling in Jamie’s arms before letting sleep overcome you.
“What the fuck?” Mason’s voice interrupted the quiet that fell over the room not even ten minutes later.
“Shh, you’ll wake her!” Jamie whispered, his hand moving to cover your ears.
“Why are you in bed with my sister?” Mason’s tone still loud but his voice a whisper now.
“Because I ran in here when you looked like you were ready to kill me.”
“That doesn’t explain anything!”
“I uh- may have accidentally confessed I love her?”
Mason shook his head, mumbling something about talking about this later before closing the door, a small smile on his face.
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Now or Never~ Joseph Quinn
Requested : yes
Request :
Anonymous asked:
Hi!! I was wondering if u could do a Joseph Quinn x reader where they’re roommates and there flat has kind of become like the chill spot for the cast so they’re all very good friends so ofcourse they all go out together (she also smokes), she’s seen in pictures with them or just like pics of her and Joseph grocery shopping/hanging out and she gets a ton of hate bc the fans think that she’s his girlfriend (she isnt, but they also have unspoken feelings for each other so you can play with that too :) ) so one day she just breaks down in front of him bc its getting too much for her to handle… and you can decide how you end it :)) thank you in advance!!
" Good morning sunshine" Joseph greets you as you make your way into the kitchen, grumbling under your breathe " good morning" making him chuckle. His chuckle makes your stomach flow with butterflies. He had this huge smile on his face watching you rub your eyes but his gaze drops watching the skin of your stomach show a little as you stretched. His breathe hitched in throat wanting nothing more than to run his fingers over the skin. He bets your skin is so soft.
You reach for some eggs in the fridge bending over a bit making Joseph swallow the lump in his throat as he watches your backside traveling his gaze to your ass in those short shorts you wore to bed. He looked away feeling his cheeks and ears becoming red.
You were beautiful. The two of you shared a flat, being roommates and best friends. You turn around to face Joseph wanting to ask if he had breakfast already but he is looking away. This makes you frown as his attention isn't on you as it usually is.
" Would you like something to eat?" you ask him, your voice is soft as a whisper bringing his attention back to you. He shakes his head.
" No thank you, sweetheart. I already had something" He softly smiles before taking a pack of cigarets from his pocket. " I"m going to have a smoke." He brushes past you in a hurry in seems. It's not that he didn't want to be near you, he wanted to be near you more than anything but he was nervous and his hands were shaking. He needed to calm down.
You shrugged it off preparing breakfast before shouting. " We need to go to grocery store! We are running out on a few things. You know I love to cook, will you come with me?"
There is silence for a bit as you cook breakfast but hear Joseph reply, " Yeah, sure lovely."
The damn nicknames always gets to you. It made you blush and nervous. He doesn't really use those nicknames anyone but you, you find it strange. But whenever Jamie stops by he always nudges you and wiggles his eyebrows as if he knows something. Jamie has grown really close to you since he and Joseph had.
Even the whole Stranger Things cast did, they all loved you and considered as if their own sister. They always awed about you and Joseph having moments together.
" We are just friends" you would always says.
" Yeah sure" they would reply back, not believing you. But you can't tell Joseph how you feel. You didn't want to ruin the friendship you both had and you shared the flat with him after all. If things went south, where would you go?
He was one of the best things that happened in your life. He entered it making everything better, you never told him how you felt though. You didn't want to lose him.
But he had been single for as long as you remembered. You never asked him why he didn't bring a girl home, ever. You just let it be. But always wondered. On the other hand Joseph always admired you, adored you from afar, loved hearing you talk and listen about your day if both of you didn't see each other. You had his heart and he was scared to give it to you. You were one of many that stepped into his life for the better.
When he was casted as Eddie in Stranger Things, you were his number one supporter. Helping him with his lines if he needed, he brought you to set a few times to meet the cast who are your best friends now and meeting the directors too, they all loved you there.
They all said the same thing that you and Joseph were meant to be together. That you were his already. They saw it. You didn't.
He was a friend as much as it hurts to say it.
As you finished eating breakfast and putting away the dishes, Joseph walked into the kitchen seeing you had cleaned up already.
" Oh sweetheart, I could of done that" he said mentioning to the dishes. You shook your head, " It's okay, I got it."
Gently smiling at him with a touch on his arm causing him to shiver in delight. He glances down at his feet before looking back at you as you look at him with a soft smile.
" Something wrong?" you ask. He shook his head, " No, go get ready and we will go get the things you need for your cooking."
You nod leaving him standing there in a blushing nervous state. He was still in shock feeling the touch from your hand on his arm. He felt it. The sparks were there.
As you entered the shops with Joseph, you had not noticing that the paparazzi were snapping pictures of the two of you. It became unnoticed. You were more focused on preparing dinner tonight as the cast would be coming over meaning Jamie, Joe, Sadie, Millie and the rest would be coming over to hang out. You wanted to impress them with your cooking as they never had it.
Joseph had talked to them that they were all missing out how fantastic of a chef you were. But you were far from it, you learned to cook from your mother who was gladly sharing her recipes with you.
" You don't have to do this if you don't want to" Joseph stands next to you by the cart dropping the items you told him to get. You shook your head.
" I know, but I want to do it. I know you love my cooking, but I want to hear from our friends. Plus Jamie told me how you babbled your mouth about my skills."
He giggled. What a beautiful sound.
" It's true! You are amazing chef" you playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed one more item from the self.
" I just learned from my mom" he nodded. " When is she coming to visit again?"
" Next month I believe, she said something along the lines " I need to see you honey soon but that boy Joseph too."
He laughed shrugging, your mom absolutely loved Joseph and his personality. He greeted her with hugs and smiles, he was polite and your mom always told you he would be a great catch for you.
Everyone kept telling you this but you were just friends. Even if it hurts to say it every time.
Joseph helped you carry the groceries to the flat refusing for you to bring anything. " Joseph, give me at least one bag" he grumbled something due to the bag in his mouth he was carrying. You sighed following him, opening the door as he steps inside.
He sets everything in the kitchen.
" Not a chance. You aren't bringing these bags in, I adore you, but there is no need when I am around" he was really sweet.
" Awe, aren't you cute!" you blurred out, your heart racing not believing the words that let your mouth right now. Joseph paused as he processed your words, his cheeks becoming red as rubs the back of his neck.
" I do try, sweetheart"
After that he helps you put away the groceries before looking at the time.
" Oh!" you hadn't even noticed the time, they would be here soon and you haven't even started. Joseph watches as you took pans out and started to cook. He was in awe of you, every day and even now as you hurried to prepare the meal.
" Don't rush, they will love it anyways because you took the time and effort to do this for them" He says coming up behind you grabbing your shoulders, squeezing them as he looks down at you. Your cheeks are red feeling him so close to you.
" I know, thank you" looking at him over the shoulder he shot you a smile that made your heart race. It was one of those smiles he did but only for you.
An hour has passed and you need a smoke. Heading to the window, opening it letting the breeze out. It touched your cheeks as you took out a cigarette bringing a lighter to it. As you took a puff out not even noticing Joseph had walked in, changed and looking really nice.
He cleared his throat to catch your attention. As you turned around to face him, the cigarette from your mouth dropped on the carpet, your mouth a jar as you stare at him. He looked really good right now.
" Y/N!"he shouted bringing you out of your thoughts and pointed down on the ground. You looked down wide eyed hurrying to take the cigarette away to not ruin the carpet as you flicked it out the window.
" Shit!" you mumbled kneeling on the ground rubbing on the carpet to get the ashes out of it. Joseph shook his head as he walked over squatting down as he took your hands in his.
" Stop, don't worry about it" he says. But your gaze is on his hand in yours. Your eyes locked with his but he breaks the contact as he clears his throat again standing up.
You follow him and really look at him. He looks so good tonight, he always does but about tonight, he took extra to make himself good. For you.
"I need to get back in the kitchen" he nods but as you slip past him, your hand touches his and there is that spark again. You reach the kitchen doors placing both your hands on either side trying to grasp your breathing.
You two just had a moment. This has been happening all day today so far.
A knock comes to the door and Joseph answers it. You hear Jamie's voice, along with the others. They all came together it seems.
" it smells so good" someone says, you noticed the voice of Millie.
" Hey there, darling" you hear Jamie as he stand next to you. You glance up to shoot him a smile, but he sees the worry in your face and the look in your eyes.
" What's the matter?" He ask, you shook your head but before you answer him Millie walks into the kitchen with Joe, Finn, Caleb, Sadie, Gaten, Natalie and Charlie.
" Hi guys!" you greet each of them as they hug you tight.
Joseph stands in the back watching as everyone greets with his own smile on his face. He loves the happiness in your eyes as you greet everyone. He loves it when you happy because he is happy too.
Jamie watches him from where he is standing as he makes his way over.
" When are you planning to tell her?" He asks nudging his side. Joseph blinks as he notices Jamie has asked him something. " Huh?"
Jamie laughs and repeats himself. " I can't"
" yes you can, she looks at you the same way you look at her. She loves you"
Joseph didn't want to believe what Jamie was saying. He was scared.
You finished making dinner and everyone sat around the table to talk, when in the middle it Sadie brings your attention.
" Y/N? Have you seen this?" she asks bringing her phone up for you to see. You can't really see what it says but you noticed the picture. It was your hoodie that you were wearing today with Joseph by your side.
" what does it say?" Millie asks. Sadie looks at everyone not knowing if she should say or not when she locks eyes with you.
" It's a post about you and Joseph from today I'm guessing, there are a few more pictures. But the comments.." you take her phone from her hands reading through them.
They all mention how he shouldn't be with someone like her. How he deserved someone much prettier than her. It just kept going and going. These were his fans and they all hated you and assumed you and Joseph were dating. Your eyes were glossy reading the comments. The table was silent.
" Y/N.." someone said your name but the comments were was you just focused on. You excused yourself from the table running to your room locking the door collapsing on your knees.
Your back was to the door as you sobbed. You never imaged people be this cruel. To you. You did nothing wrong but words hurt and they were hurting you now.
A knock came to the door, " Sweetheart? It's Joseph. Open the door"
" Go away" you told him through your tears.
Joseph already saw the comments and the pictures. It hurt him to see you run out in tears. He couldn't believe his fans would treat you like this. He was anger at them.
" Please" he begged. " I want to help" he says. He waits a few moments before hearing the door unlock and he enters. His heart cracks seeing you sitting on the bed, shoulder shaking hearing you cry.
He never wanted to be the reason why you cried.
" Oh sweetheart" he kneels before you cupping your face with his one hand while the other is resting on your thigh rubbing circles as to sooth you.
His heart sinks seeing your running nose, your red teary beautiful eyes. He cups your face with both his hands, his thumb catching the tears that keep falling down your cheeks.
" I'm sorry.." you mumble. He is confused on why your sorry, he should be the sorry one for having fans that don't seem to understand what you are to him.
" Don't be. It's not you, it's them. Don't listen to what they say. Words do hurt, but they don't get you the way I do. They don't know how special you are to me, sweetheart. You make my whole world shine. You make me feel things that I never felt way before..." he says.
You watch him as his eyes become teary too, glassing over with a tear escaping his eye. It hurts your own heart seeing him like this.
" Joseph" you say his name in whisper, so gentle.
" Let me finish"
You nod
" My fans can say whatever they want to say but that shouldn't matter. What matters is right here, you and I. You are so special Y/N, you had no idea. You make my heart melt with just the sound of your voice. You are the first person I want to hear and see when I wake up and the last person I want to hear and see before I go to bed. You have been my biggest supporter with everything, even in my bad days, you make it brighter"
He licks his lips feeling his heart racing.
" What I am trying to say, sweetheart. I have been crazy in love with you for so long and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. You make me better every day, and I want to be the reason for that pretty smile"
He reaches with his index finger poking your nose making you giggle.
" Especially that giggle"
Your mouth is wide open at his confession, he is waiting for your answer and he is scared that after everything he said, he was going to lose you.
" Joseph..." you start to say, he gulps feeling like this wasn't what he wanted to hear after all this time. He was ready.
" I love you too" He gasps at your words, his hand coming in the back of your neck pulling you into him. Your lips danced against his wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back.
Both of you smiling against each other lips.
" Awe! Finally!"' you hear from the door. Both of you pulled away to see your friends gushing and smiling at you two. Joseph and your cheeks turn red and look at each other with smiles.
Everything was going to be okay
#Joseph quinn#imagine joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#jewls writes#I was so happy when I got this request#thank you anon for requesting it#I hope you guys like it and don't let it flop
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Guardian of Light
(Female)
Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter for Dune Part 1. But don't worry, I'm thinking about what to write for Part 2 chapters right now. But because there will be a lot more to cover in Dune Part 2, the updates for the story will be slower than Part 1's updates. Like, I'll post the Female and the Male, but the next chapter that continues the story will take longer. But the formula will still be the same. Female chapter first, then, the next day, the Male verison.
Side Note: Timothée in these GIFs! Ahh!! Kill me now, he's so attractive! I also just want to hug him.
Hope you enjoy the last chapter of Dune Part 1! ♥️
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Chapter 12: The Fremen
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Paul ran up to (Your Name) when the worm left, almost knocking her over as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.
She hugged back just as tight, breathing heavily as her hand moved up to cradle the back of his neck. “I'm okay, babe, don't worry.” She muttered softly.
He sighed shakily, moving to his head to press his forehead to hers. “I was so worried about you…” He whispered, his voice shaky.
“Shh…. it's alright, baby. I'm alright.” She moved one of Paul's hands from her waist and placed it over her chest, where her heart is. “I'm right here.” She whispered.
Paul felt his best friend's heartbeat and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. Her heartbeat grounded him; he wouldn't know what to do if it stopped beating.
He nuzzled his nose against hers gently before pulling away from the embrace and taking her hand in his and started to walk off into the rocky mountain.
(Your Name) saw Jessica's worried look and gave the older woman's hand a gentle squeeze. Jessica squeezed the girl's hand back.
“How big are they? That was insane.” Jessica said, panting while leaning down on the rock.
“Someone called him,” the younger girl informed, looking around, feeling eyes on hers. She clenched her hand. “We're not alone.” She sighed to Paul and Jessica.
A Fremen male appeared behind Paul, making (Your Name) push him behind her. She got into a fighting stance, ready to summon the Keyblade if needed; as more Fremen appeared from the rocks.
“Do not run. You will only waste your body's water.” A familiar voice spoke.
(Your Name) turned her attention to the man that spoke. He was laying on a rock. She recognized him.
“Stilgar. I remember you came to Paul's father's council.”
The man, Stilgar, hummed, pulling down his cloth that covered his mouth. “This is (Your Name). The Haris Aldaw’.”
The girl tilted her head to the side as she listened to the Fremn mutter amongst themselves.
“This is the girl and boy I told you about. We can't touch them.” Stilgar replied to his fellow Fremen.
“Is she the Haris Aldaw’? Is he Lisan al-Gaib?”
“They haven't proven themselves “
“They're weaklings.” The same angry voice pull out a weapon.
(Your Name) was very close to summoning the Keyblade.
“Jamis…” Stilgar stopped the male. “There was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. She nor he does not speak or act like a weakling.”
“My thumper saved their lives. Go back to reason, Stilgar. She's not the Haris Aldaw’ and he's not The One.” Jamis snapped back.
(Your Name) was about to prove the male wrong, but Jessica spoke up before she could act. “We have powerful friends. One for them being right here,” She gestured to (Your Name) who was standing in front of Paul, protecting him, “You help us off world, to Caladan, you will be well rewarded.”
“What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh.” Stilgar spoke back, the Fremen now standing up from their crouched positions.
(Your Name) growled lowly, still in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed.
Stilgar observed the trio, “The girl and boy are young. They can learn our ways. They may have sanctuary. But the woman isn't trained and too old to learn.” He made his way down his spot on the rocks, jumping in front of the trio.
The blue-eyed girl stepped in front of Stilgar. “You don't want to do this, Stilgar.” She warned in a low, threatening tone, staring at the older man.
Stilgar paused when he looked into the girl's eyes. ‘Sapphire blue…. the color of cobalt. They're his eyes.’ He thought to himself.
Paul and Jessica started fighting other Fremen who tried to attack them, while Stilgar lunged at (Your Name). The girl summoned the Keyblade and blocked his knife with it. Stilgar stilled at the sight of the key shaped blade, giving the chance for (Your Name) to push Stilgar away from her.
She got into a fighting stance. Stilgar lunged at her again but (Your Name) dodged rolled out of the way and the two started to fight.
Their blades clanged as they collided with each other. At one point, Stilgar managed to disarm (Your Name), the Keyblade flinging out of her hand. Stilgar pointed his blade at the girl's throat.
Everyone else stopped fighting to see this happen. The mother and son were worried when (Your Name) was disarmed.
But (Your Name) smirked and raised her hand to the side of her. The Keybalde disappeared and reappeared in her hand.
The move took Stilgar off guard, and she knocked his crysknife out of his hand. He tried to back away, but she shot off a Blizzard spell at the older man, freezing his legs in place. The attack stunned him, and (Your Name) pointed her Keyblade at him threateningly.
“I did warn you.” She growled.
Paul felt a shiver run down his spine at (Your Name)’s tone. His cheeks felt warmer, and his eyes became hazy as he panted softly, loving the sight of his girl being threatening.
Stilgar was in awe at this girl's power. “So it's true, you are the Haris Aldaw ‘,” Stilgar muttered, then added louder, “Why didn't you just show us your blade?” His question came out shaky, showing his nervousness.
“You didn't exactly ask nicely.” (Your Name) spoke, walking closer to the older man.
“Peace, woman, peace. I judged too hastily.”
The girl sighed softly, using her Fire magic to unfreeze Stilgar.
“The sun is rising. We must reach Sietch Tabr.” Stilgar informed the Fremen in their language, “The fate of the strangers will be decided there. Until then, they are under my protection. I give you my word.” He opened up his stillsuit a little, cutting his skin to show his promise and the other Fremen followed alongside.
Paul walked up to (Your Name), who now made her Keyblade disappear. She looked at Paul, seeing he brought another girl with him, making her curious as to who she was. The male came over and gave his friend a tight hug, which she returned. They parted when they heard Stilgar speak,
“Chani, take charge of the newcomers. See that they are safe on the journey. Let's go “
“I will not have them.” A voice spoke out.
“Jamis, I have spoken. Be still.” Stilgar said, and (Your Name) narrowed her eyes on Jamis, standing close to Paul.
“You talk like a leader but the strongest leads. She bested you. I invoke the Amtal.”
(Your Name) summoned her Keyblade again, ready to fight him but Paul grabbed her arm gently, stopping her. Jessica walked forward as well but was stopped by Stilgar's voice.
“You may not challenge a sayyadina, nor the Haris Aldaw’.”
“Then who will fight in her name?”
Stilgar turned back around to his friend, “Jamis, don't do this. Don't. The night is fading.”
“Then the sun will witness this death. Where is her champion?” Jamis asked the group in a growl.
Paul gave (Your Name) a kiss on her temple and stepped forward to accept the challenge
“No… Paul don't…” She whispered, going up to following him, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Chani, who shook her head gently.
“I accept her champion.” Jamis nodded his head.
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Everyone was getting ready for the fight.
(Your Name) walked over to Paul, who was getting ready to fight Jamis.
She saw Paul staring ahead and she guessed that he was seeing another vision. (Your Name) placed a hand on the side of his face.
Paul snapped out of his trance and looked at (Your Name) when he felt her gentle touch and turned to look at her. “You don't have to do this, Paul. I could do it.”
The curly haired boy frowned and shook his head. “Absolutely not. You're not doing it, (Your Name).”
“But-” (Your Name) started to protest but was interrupted by Paul.
“You're too important,” He let out a shaky breath, “You're too important to me.” Paul placed his hands on the girl's cheeks, cupping her face.
“I would rip apart all the universes just to get you back (Your Name). That's how important you are to me.” He looked into her sapphire blue eyes.
(Your Name) felt her eyes get watery at Paul's confession. “Paul… I feel the exact same way about you too,” She cupped the sides of his face, “But please…. be careful. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt or got killed.” She whispered, sniffling.
Paul moved closer to (Your Name), their bodies gently pressed against each other's. He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, pressing the side of his face against hers. (Your Name) returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Paul's neck. They stay like this for a few moments before pulling away a little.
The childhood friends pressed their foreheads against each other's. They were so close that they could feel their breaths against their lips. If one of them moved their lips, they would end up kissing.
(Your Name) could feel her heart beating fast as she looked into Paul's hazel green eyes. Her heart beating even faster when Paul leant in, parting his lips and gently crashed his lips against hers. She gasped softly against his lips but kissed back. The warmth of his mouth sent a tingling sensation all throughout her body, making her tremble; as Paul wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her even closer, leaving no space between them. (Your Name)’s eyes fluttered shut as did Paul's.
Their lips were in fast but soft sync against each other. (Your Name) slid her hands to Paul's curly brown hair, feeling the locks in between her fingers, gently tugging on them on instinct, making Paul moan softly against her lips. Paul caught the girl's bottom lip in between his lips slightly.
The action made (Your Name) weak in the knees, but she almost keeled over when she felt Paul's tongue drag across her bottom lip, silently asking for entry. She opened her mouth, silently giving him access and she let out a muffled moan when she felt Paul's tongue slide into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Butterflies danced throughout her belly as they two made out, their tongues caressing each other's, as they held onto each other for dear life.
(Your Name) could feel her body heat up the more they continued. She never felt like this before, and she loved every second of it.
The two turned their heads in opposite directions as they deepened the kiss even further. When Paul's tongue circled around (Your Name)’s slowly, she almost bent down, feeling her knees weaken more. Paul held her up, not letting the kiss break.
Paul moved his left hand to her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. The coldness of the ring on his finger felt cold against (Your Name)’s warm cheek but she paid it no mind, as she carded her fingers through Paul's soft curly locks.
The two moved their lips in perfect, passionate sync, their bodies pressed against each other's, worried that not feeling each other would drive them crazy.
After a few more minutes of passionately kissing, Paul slowly removed his lips from (Your Name)’s, making a soft smacking sound. He breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to hers. He opened his eyes slowly as his hazel green hues stared into (Your Name)’s sapphire blue one's, seeing them sparkle with love.
“I love you…” Paul exhaled, trying to control himself after the passionate moment. His voice came out raspy and deep, making (Your Name) blush and tremble against him.
“I love you too… more than everything.” (Your Name) breathed out, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She moved her hands out of Paul's hair and cupped his jawline. “Be careful when you fight that man.” She whispered to him.
Paul nuzzled his nose against (Your Name)’s, comforting her. “I promise.” He nipped her bottom lip gently, “For you, my love, I promise…”
The blue-eyed girl sniffled softly, “I love you so much.” She whimpered faintly. She spoke so softly that it probably couldn't even be heard.
But Paul heard her. “I love you too.” He cooed, leaning forward and capturing her lips into another kiss. This kiss was soft and tender.
The lovers broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.
Their tender moment ended when they heard someone walking towards them. They turned and saw it was Chani.
“I don't believe you are the Lisan al-Gaib,” She said to Paul, before turning her head to (Your Name), “I believe you are the Haris Aldaw’ though.” She gave the girl a small smile but it faded quickly.
(Your Name) smiled softly at the girl, pressing herself closer to Paul's body.
Chani turned her attention back to Paul, “But I want you to die with honor,” She reached and gave him a blade, “This crysknife was given to me by my great aunt. It's made from a tooth of Shai-Hulud, the great sandworm. It would be a great honor if you die holding it.”
Paul took the blade with his gloved hand, observing it as (Your Name) looked at Chani like she was crazy for how she thought Paul was going to die, furrowing her brows together.
“Where is the outworlder?!” Jamis yelled, walking back and forth around the fighting area.
The trio's eyes went to him then the lovers turned to Chani when she spoke, smiling tightly, “Jamis is a good fighter. He won't let you suffer.”
Chani was about to walk away, but (Your Name) stopped her when she spoke, “It was nice meeting you, Chani.” She spoke, a kind smile on her face.
Chani nodded her head to the girl, lips lifting up into a small, playful smirk, “You too, (Your Name).”
Paul grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked over to the fighting area where Jamis was squatting, waiting for Paul.
Paul turned to (Your Name) seeing her scared expression. He reached his hand out and cupped the side of her face, “I will be alright, love.”
(Your Name) lent into the touch, rubbing her cheek against Paul's gloved hand, “I know you will be.” She whispered, a soft smile on her face.
Paul returned the small smile and leant forward and kissed the girl, their lips moving in perfect sync. Paul kissed her harder and deeper, making the girl whimper against his lips, gripping at his waist.
He pulled back from (Your Name)’s lips, both of them panting. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth gently, playing with it a bit before letting it go. He nudged his nose against hers before walking over to where Jamis waited.
(Your Name) walked over to Jessica. The older woman wrapped her arms around the girl, comforting her while she watched the love of her life fight.
“May thy knife chip and shatter.” Jamis spat, standing up from his kneeling position.
Paul just started, a serious expression on his face before he saluted using his blade.
They started fighting and Paul was deflecting hits well, getting hits on Jamis as well who returned the hits. Thought, at one point, Paul got close and aimed the at Jamis’ throat,
“Do you yield?!”
Paul's aggressive yell made the Fremen speak amongst themselves. (Your Name) held onto Jessica tighter, inhaling and exhaling softly in worry.
“The boy does not know our rules. There is no yielding under the Amtal rules. Only death is the test of it.”
Stilgar's words made (Your Name)’s eyes widened in fear as she turned her attention back onto the fight, worry gnawing away at her.
Jamis moved out of Paul's grip, and they started fighting again. Paul kept landing hits and dodging attacks, not aiming to kill. This made Jamis impatient and angrier.
“Is he toying with him?” Stilgar asked the women.
“No.” (Your Name) replied softly, “Paul has never killed a man.”
Jamis had shoved Paul onto the ground hard, yelling; provoking Paul.
Paul stood up, his curly hair covering his face slightly, staring at Jamis with a determined look.
(Your Name) was now more worried about the other male than her boyfriend.
Then, Paul attacked. He ran forward past Jamis, dodging an attack, and stabbed Jamis in the side, ending the fight. He had become the man he was supposed to be, even if he didn't want to.
(Your Name) let out a shaky exhale as Jamis’ body fell to the ground. All the Fremen stood up, moving down to take their defeated friend.
Paul walked away slowly. The Fremen patted his shoulders on the way as he made his way over to where his girlfriend was, his hair covering his face and his head down.
(Your Name) left Jessica's arms as she jogged over to Paul. They met on the side of the fighting area. They made eye contact and (Your Name) saw; just by looking into Paul's eyes, that the old Paul was gone.
Paul's face held so much sorrow and dread. It made (Your Name)’s heart clench. She saw tears well up in his eyes and she didn't even hesitate to hug him tightly.
The curly haired boy hugged back just as tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist.
(Your Name) pulled away to look at Paul's face. She wiped the blood under his nose with her thumb. Paul's lips quivered terribly at her gentle touch.
The blue-eyed girl cupped his face in her hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It's okay,” She cooed, “You're okay.”
Paul just stared at his girl, looking into her soft sapphire blue eyes, watching her lean closer to him. She gently placed her lips against his. Their lips immediately started moving eagerly yet softly against each other's.
(Your Name) could feel Paul's lips trembling against hers, so she slowed the kiss down. Paul rubbed his thumbs against the sides of the girl's stomach, making her breathe out a soft whistle from her nose, sounding like a breathy giggle.
The reaction was all that Paul needed to feel better as they pulled away from the kiss, but not entirely; their lips were now just caressing each other's.
“You did what you had to Paul…” She whispered, brushing her nose against his.
Paul closed his eyes, letting out a faint whimper and pressed his forehead against (Your Name)’s. “I love you so much…” He breathed out, his voice shaky.
“I love you too..” She whispered back, nuzzling her nose against his again, which he graciously returned.
“You're one of us now. A life for a life.” Stilgar's voice broke the couple apart, “Come with us to Sietch Tabr.” He looked between the couple.
“No,” Jessica interjected, “They need to get off world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships.”
“No,” Paul stopped his mother, “The Emperor sent us to this place. And my father came… not for spice, not for the riches, but for the strength of your people.” Paul glanced down to the love of his life, seeing her smile at him, nodding her head; “Our road leads into the desert. I can see it. If you'll have us, we will come.”
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The Fremen led (Your Name), Paul and Jessica into the desert, as they walked on the sand. The sun was now high and the sky a soft blue.
(Your Name) stopped, admiring the scenery. She looked closer and saw someone, more like a Fremen, riding a worm through the sand.
“Desert power.” She whispered in awe, smiling widely at the sight. She thought about out if she could do something like that, or something greater.
Chani heard her turning around to smile at (Your Name), “This is only the beginning.”
The blue-eyed girl smiled to herself, watching Chani walk off. Then, she felt a hand on her jawline. She turned and saw Paul.
With her attention on him now, Paul kissed her passionately. The girl hummed against his lips, placing her hands on the sides of his neck.
The couple pull away, both for then smiling softly before they rub their noses against each other's.
They looked into each other's eyes as the sun shined down brightly on them.
Their journey was only beginning.
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Comfort You
Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,153
Summary: After your girlfriend breaks up with you on your anniversary, Becky is there to help you feel better.
A/N: I didn't really like the way this one turned out, but it's alright, I guess. Hope You Enjoy!
You were excited today because it was you and your girlfriend Jamie's anniversary.
You've been dating for almost a year now and you couldn't be happier. You had your dress, jewelry, and shoes out, ready to be put on.
As you looked at your dress, something didn't feel right, but there was only one person that could help you. "Becky!" You called for your best friend. The orange head soon showed up with a smirk on her face.
"Ooo, what's got you getting dressed all fancy?" You picked up the dress and held it against your body. "It's me and Jamie's anniversary and I want to know if this looks too fancy, or too casual." The smile dropped off Becky's face at the mention of Jamie's
name.
Becky never trusted Jamie from the start, especially with her being in another company, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Oh, yeah. I think it looks great." Your lip jutted out at her sad tone. "Hey, you okay?" Becky instantly changed her posture. "Yeah, imma go lay down. Let me know how it goes."
She didn't even let you get a word in before she left and closed your room door. Although you were confused, you didn't question it. You were broken out when your phone started to ring. When you looked at the call ID it was Jamie.
You picked up and answered. "Hey baby!" Jamie responded, sounding excited. "Hey, what time do you want me to pick you up?" You looked at the clock and hummed. "Maybe, 7?" Jamie agreed. "Can't wait to see you. Bye, my love." You both said your goodbyes and hung up.
God, you loved this girl so much. You looked back at the time and it was 6:27. Your eyes grew wide and you rushed to go to the shower. You always want to make sure you look good for her. After your shower you got dressed and put on her favorite perfume.
A knock at the door stopped you from your singing and dancing parade. You opened it and saw an u expression on Becky's face. "Jamie's here." You gave her a smile and walked out. Jamie was standing in the living room, looking nervous. She was picking at her fingernails. "Hey, are you ready to go?" You looked at her with a worried look.
She sounded so uneasy compared to earlier. "You okay? You don't sound so good." Jamie was quick to fix her face and clear her throat. "N-no I'm alright, let's just go." She grabbed your wrist and started dragging you near the door, but Becky stopped you.
"Y/n, call me if there's any problems, and don't drink too much!" You shook your head and laughed. "Yes, Mom." You joked and left.
On your way to the restaurant, Jamie was so distracted. She didn't say a word to you the whole 20 minutes of driving, which was odd. You soon found yourselves at a table, food in front of you with low jazz music playing in the background.
"So, how was your day? Any special matches?" You started a conversation, making Jamie pause. "No." She continued eating as if she didn't give you a cold shoulder. You decided to brush it off and change the subject. "My parents want to see you again, and taste your Mac & Cheese." Jamie ignored you, making you huff loudly.
It was y'all's first anniversary and she wasn't even looking at you. You dropped the fork, making a loud clinging noise. "Alright, fess up, Jamie. What's wrong with you?" Jamie kept picking at her food, and rolling it around. "Jamie Hayter, if you don't answer me, I swear."
Jamie took a deep breath and finally made eye contact with you. "You wanna know what's wrong with me?" You cocked your eyebrow at her. "I asked, didn't I?" She scoffed, her tongue poking at her cheek. "I cheated on you with Britt." You fell silent quickly.
It was like your whole world became silent and the only thing in your ears was that same sentence.
‘I cheated on you with Britt.'
Your mouth was agape, but nothing was coming out. How could anyone respond to that sentence? "W-why?" Jamie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look Y/n, I mean no disrespect, but you're just so annoying!Always wanting to touch me, kiss me, talk to me, you're just too clingy!"
You listened to her as she complained about you. "And Britt isn't any of that. I'm around her 24/7 and she's never been like that and the moment we had sex, I knew she was better than you." Tears built up in your eyes as you sat and listened to your (ex) girlfriend compare you to another woman.
She stood up, wiping her mouth. "This is Uber. I hope we can still be friends, but for now, I'm with Britt." Those were the last words she said to you before walking out, leaving you at that table alone. It didn't help that this was an expensive restaurant.
You nervously looked around and saw the waiter coming your way. "Ma'am, I saw what happened and I just wanted to say I'm sorry and that you don't have to pay." Well, that was one good thing about this night. "Thank you."
You walked outside, only to reveal that it was pouring down raining. Great, this night gets better every second. You finished your phone out of your jacket pocket and dialed Becky's number.
She answered within seconds. "Hey Y/n, how-" You cut her off with a heartbreaking sob. "B-beck?" Becky sat up from the couch. "Y/n? What's going on? Are you okay?" You sniffled, feeling the cold rain hit your body. "I need y-you to come get m-me." Becky didn't waste any time, getting up and driving to you.
She didn't have to ask why you were crying, she just wanted to make sure you're okay. When she saw you on the sidewalk, hair flat on your dress, she knew you were broken. She gently helped you in the car and drove you back home.
She helped you shower, even after all your protests, she fed you, and she even laid down with you on the bed. She turned in your favorite movie in hopes to distract you from everything. "Becky, do you think I'm clingy?" Becky turned to look at you. "No, why?" You shook your head, trying to forget about Jamie.
"Why?" Becky asked again, more sternly. "Jamie said I was and that was why she cheated on me." Becky rolled her eyes. "Y/n, look at me." You made eye contact with her. "Jamie is a dumbass for thinking you're clingy. It's just you love language, and if she can't handle that then she doesn't deserve you.”
You might be heartbroken, but Becky was gonna comfort you to make you forget about her.
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Angst Prompts: Roy/Jamie
Prompt by @novelbear *Their full list here*
when you want to introduce them to someone but you have that slight hesitation before saying "they're a friend."
"you called me your friend." "was i not supposed to say that?" "you really think i'm just your friend? after these last few weeks?"
A/N: usually I write flirty, sexy, happy RoyJamie but I feel like shit so you're getting sad prompts today. (Ficlet under cut)
“This is Jamie, my …friend.”
Friend, friend. It feels like a slap in the face, because it is. Because Jamie is not going back in the closet for anyone.
Not for Man City. Not for Love Island. Not for his fucking father. And sure as hell not for Roy fucking Kent who Jamie had been considering, exclusively for weeks now, as his boyfriend.
“Yeah. Hey, how you doing mate,” Jamie says diplomatically, through clenched fucking teeth as he shakes the hand of some old fuck Jamie could care less about.
*
He’s fully trapped in his head by the time they reach the restaurant.
“You’ve been quiet.” Roy says, and Jamie struggles to make eye contact.
“Have I?”
“Eerily. Usually can't get you to shut the fuck up.”
Any other day, in any other mood, the comment would have rolled off Jamie’s back. Roy and Jamie teased each other constantly. But right now, after the ‘friend’ comment. After so much time listening to the hateful insecurities whispering venom in his ears, it just feels like a kick to the gut after he’s already down.
“Fuck you Roy,” he says, louder than is polite for a half full restaurant, but it at least the message gets through. Because Roy’s eyebrows shoot to his receding hairline and his mouth drops open in shock.
“Whoa, hey. The fuck’s going on?”
Jamie scoffs, pushing his hair back for something to do that's not destruct.
“The fucks goin on? You called me your ‘friend’ Roy. To someone important to you. Is that all this is? All we are? It’s been months Roy!”
Roy is stunned, embarrassed, and angry. Jamie’s spent enough time looking at this assholes face to understand the nuances in his expressions.
“I don't want to talk about this here,” Roy says, probably thinking he's compromising but it just sets Jamie off. He stands and leaves the restaurant without another word.
*
Roy stares at the empty place across from him for another second before tossing cash on the table for the drinks and getting the fuck out of here. He can already hear all of the chatter in the restaurant escalate as more seconds pass.
He needed to talk to someone. Jamie, ideally, but maybe after he’s cooled down a bit.
He wished Keeley wasn’t the first person that jumped to his mind. Only because it wasn't fair to burden her with news of a second failed relationship after he was the one who ended theirs.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccck.”
*
Jamie goes home. And he drinks. He hates himself for it, but, well, he’s already at the bottom of the well, can’t get any lower than this right?
*
He loses track of time, and how much he’s drank. Of how many pictures he's taken of his body and dick as revenge postings to maybe piss Roy off more. They don't go any further than his camera roll though, because the liquor makes his eyes heavy and he’s asleep less than 5 minutes later.
*
Waking up alone is one of the worst feelings in the world in Jamie’s opinion. Especially once he's in a relationship. And now, after 5 months and 16 days, he’s grown accustomed to waking up against Roy’s frame. To falling asleep with his light snoring in his ear.
Waking up alone, hungover, because your actions may have ended yet another fantastic relationship? Take the worst feeling in the world and compound it by 100.
Jamie isn't getting out of bed today. Maybe not even this week. Maybe he’ll quit the team all together. It would save him the embarrassing feeling of seeing Roy everyday. Of explaining to everyone how they went from best friends to enemies again over night.
He thinks about calling his mom. But then he remembered she and Simon were out on holiday till the 19th.
The last of his hope for a good day is dashed.
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HI LOVE ❤️❤️
Absolutely love your fics could I please have a Joseph x reader and have josephas a dad fic maybe like they have a family day out and its just like rlly fluffy and it could be like the daughter falls over and Joseph comforts her and it’s just rlly sweet
Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
Falls - J.Q
hi sweetheart, this got lost in my inbox but here it is so sorry it’s late! i hope this was okay, enjoy <3 
you and Joseph had a one year old daughter called Aurora. she was the best thing that ever came into your life. she was the perfect mixture of you and Joseph and you got compliments everywhere you went from how beautiful your little family was. it was a Thursday morning and you were all on your way to the London zoo. the zoo was definitely one of Aurora's favourite places.
since Aurora was only one and was starting to walk, you decided against bringing a buggy as it wouldn't be used and you'd have to lug it around for the whole day. you were sat in the car, fingers laced with Joseph's as he drove, listening to Aurora babble in her own language to you guys. "did that really happen princess? wow that's not good" Joseph said as he took a quick glance at her through the rear-view mirror.
"mama" she said mid babbles before carrying on babbling. "wow mama, you didn't put on her favourite outfit because it's too cold? how dare you" Joseph gasped making Aurora giggle loudly. a wide smile spread across your face as you heard that. her giggles were one of the cutest things you'd ever heard and you were grateful you got to hear them everyday.
you arrived at the zoo and Joseph found a car parking space close to the zoo entrance. even though Aurora was 1, she loved animals. whenever she can't sleep, you put on 'Our Planet' and she will sit there and fall asleep to watching the animals and David Attenborough's voice. her favourite animals were definitely seals, her face would light up every time she saw them on the screen. she would called them 'sees' and would clap her hands in excitement.
you got out of the car and walked around to the side where Joseph and Aurora was and saw him putting her on the floor and he grabbed her hand, allowing her to waddle along with Joseph as he walked to the entrance. you followed the and walked to the other side of Aurora and held her other hand.
"dada dada" Aurora said in a sing-song tone. the thing was, she wasn't even calling Joseph. she would just sometimes say that like she's babbling. you guys walked into the zoo and headed straight for the aquarium to let Aurora see the Seals. she could watch them move through the water for hours and just watching her get excited over them filled your heart with so much joy.
she walked silently as she listened to you and Joseph talk about the next few days which would be filled with interviews for him. "i have three tomorrow, two Saturday with Jamie and then four on Sunday then next week i have to fly to America for this Stranger Things walk through experience. i haven't been told too much about it yet but it should be fine" he said as you followed the path to the aquarium.
"do you know when you'll be back?" you asked, looking over at him. he sighed and spoke up "no. but i shouldn't be away for long. even if i am maybe you guys could fly out to see me" he said, body filled with hope even though he knew the answer. it would be a no. you didn't want to travel for nine hours with a one year old and have her whole routine change. America was 7 hours behind and it would just get her confused.
"you know i'd love to but i can't risk it for Rory" you said, guilt filling your body. you wanted to be with him when he did these things, when he travelled around, but being on a plane by yourself with just Aurora scared you. "i know. it was worth the ask though right?" he questioned, a small smile on his face as he turned to look at you and saw you with a similar smile as you nodded your head.
you arrived at the aquarium and walked to the seals section and that's when Aurora's whole demeanour change. she was quiet for most of the walk there but now she'd seen the small seal swim past the tank, she squealed and smiled brightly. "sees mama" she screamed, excitement laced in her tone as she let her tiny hands fall onto the see through tank, eyes following each seal as it swam past. "that's right sweetheart, they are seals" Joseph said as he bent down to be level with her.
there were a few other people around the tank, their own children being excited by the animals. Aurora stood there, fascination spread across her face as she watched the animals swim around. you let your hand run through one of the two small pigtails on top of her head. "mama" she said, looking at you as her finger pointed to the tank making your smile grow.
"i know sweetheart, the seals are there" you said, bending down to her level. "do you wanna go see some other animals love? we can come back later" Joseph said to Aurora who looked up at him doe eyed. she lifted her arms up so Joseph could pick her up which he did, making you stand up properly. "where'd you wanna go love? maybe we should take her to see the lions" Joseph asked you as you both walked out of the aquarium section.
"yeah let's go there, i think she'll like them" you replied, taking ahold of his hand and stroking the back with your thumb. you guys walked to the lions and tigers section listening to Aurora babble as you walked along. she all of a sudden squealed once she saw the huge lions in their field, obviously excited to see them. this made Joseph jump, she’d only been babbling along quietly and then a massive squeal pulled him out of his thoughts.
“jesus princess, you made me jump” he said as he kissed her cheek, making her laugh loudly. Joseph put her down in front of a glass screen which separated the animals from you and made sure she could see them. “you see them sweetheart?” he asked as she smacked her hands on the glass to hold herself up, accidentally smacking it too hard. “no love, don’t smack it please, be gentle” you said, wanting her to know that smacking things is wrong. she looked up at you then back at the glass where the lions were.
“do you remember what sound a lion makes sweetheart?” Joseph said, knowing she would definitely imitate the lions roar. “roar” she said in a high pitched voice, doing an impressive impression of a lion. Joseph laughed and kissed her cheek as you clapped your hands. “that’s right, the roar” he said, smile growing wider. she could do a lion impression from about 8 months old and it was one of the cutest things you’d ever heard.
once looking at the lions for a while, Joseph wanted to go see the elephants, another one of Aurora’s favourite animals. he stood up and started walking, allowing Aurora to walk on her own beside him. he thought it would be a good idea to not hold her hand so she could get used to walking on her own, that was a bad idea. the ground which surrounded the lions section was pebbly and rough, not a flat surface where it would have been easier to walk on.
she started waddling quite quickly down the path, which was luckily pretty empty, and as she put down her right foot when she was a bit away away from you guys, not to far that you couldn’t see her but quite a bit in front of you, her foot landed on a big rock, making her ankle twist and she fell straight onto her bum, hands getting a scraped a bit from the variety of stones which covered the floor.
one second she was quiet and the next she was sobbing loudly, obviously she’d hurt herself. now when you wee growing up your mother had just dusted off your clothes and picked you back up, making you not think of the pain which made you only cry if you’d really hurt yourself so you did the same with Aurora. she’d never cry if she fell over so this was new for both you and Joseph.
“oh shit” Joseph said, walking quickly to Aurora who was sobbing her little heart out. Joseph picked her up and pulled her into a hug as she wrapped her small arms around his shoulders as she sobbed into his neck. “oh sweetheart, it’s alright” he said, trying to calm her down. you walked in front of Joseph and rubbed up and down her back, soothing her as best you could as Joseph kissed her forehead. “you had a little fall didn’t you” he said, feeling her nod against him.
he felt guilty. it was his idea to let her walk on her own and here she was now hurt because of it. “let me see sweetheart” he said, pulling her gently out of his neck to check her palms, there were quite a few scrapes on them. “oh sweetheart. you’ve scraped yourself up” he said, his left hand coming up to wipe her tear stained cheeks. you’d reached into your bag and pulled out a baby wipe to clean the dirt off of her hands.
“mama will clean your hands okay? she’ll be so gentle you’ll hardly feel it” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek as you wiped her hands gently, clean of any dirt and bacteria. her sobs increased as you wiped her hands, making you feel terrible but you didn’t want her to get an infection from the dirt, once her hands were clean, you gave them a small kiss and let your hand stroke the back of her neck as she finally started to calm down.
“you okay now sweetheart, shall daddy carry you to see the elephants?” he said, putting a few baby hairs which had fallen out of her pigtail behind her ear and stroked her cheek, a sympathetic smile plastered on both of your faces. she rubbed her eyes gently and nodded, letting her head fall back into his neck. you were so proud of how you both handled that situation, especially Joseph. you saw how much he loved her and how much he wanted to protect her and seeing him run straight to her made your heart swell. you and Aurora were definitely lucky too have him in your lives.
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Throwing some fic recs into the mix since I keep seeing the posts from others and wanting to join in. Below, you'll find 10 fics that I'm excited to recommend, in no particular order!
get a clue! by @monsterhunting [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
This is a delightful Valentine's Day fic featuring oblivious Steve, which is one of my favorite kinds of Steve! The pining is real, but the fic is lighthearted, not lingering on the angst of it all, but rather focusing on the positives. Steve's friendship and back and forth with Robin is great, but his interactions with Nancy and Jonathan are even better. It's a great time!
Don't Make Me by @idridian [Halloween Ends, Corey/Allyson/Michael]
You do not understand how badly I needed a fic like this after finally seeing Halloween Ends for the first time. That movie took over my whole brain for a hot minute and I was worried there would be nothing out there to sink my teeth into afterwards. But this fic. This fic was there to give me everything that I needed after the movie. "Allyson Corruption Arc" might be my favorite tag ever. It goes without saying, but there's a darkness to this fic that wraps around you while reading it. The relationship with Allyson and Corey is EVERYTHING! I just. This fic is beautiful and I love it!
To Run The Dog by @pterawaters [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
I love me some fic where Stancy crush hard on Jonathan and want to date him together. This is a really lovely AU where Steve and Nancy are married and keep seeing Jonathan running by their house with his dog. The way they want so badly to interact with him, and the friendship that ends up developing once they get the chance, is wonderful. The characters still feel like themselves despite not having gone through the same things as they do in the show, and it's just. Really enjoyable to read!
my body's aching and my time is at hand by whateverislovely [Criminal Minds, Reid-centric]
Gosh, this fic hits me right in the feels. There's something about sitting with a character who is feeling so low and feels like they can't talk to anyone (even though they know deep down that they could but it FEELS like they can't). Spencer desperately needs someone to see that he's struggling, but it's hard when there's so much going on at the same time. I don't even know what all to say, this fic just really gave me the angst and hurt/comfort (emotional and physical) that I revel in.
The Babysitter by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stancy, Dusteve, uhh... more]
A fic inspired by my favorite horror comedy movie ever? With Steve as the titular babysitter? But not evil? AND it's A/B/O?? Yeah there are many, many reasons I love this fic. The descriptions of Steve feel like they came right out of the movie in a way that made them so easy to see in my head. But it changes enough about the story that it doesn't feel at all like a straight up rehash of what you've already seen. AND it combines some of my favorite ships, with a Steve who is just the best ever. I freaking LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!
close my fist around something delicate by inlovewithnight [Ted Lasso, Keeley/Roy/Jamie]
All that I wanted for these three was for them to realize that they have feelings for each other. That they can make a relationship work, if they just try. And dammit, this fic delivers! While also adding in some great angst and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional). I didn't realize quite how much I wanted to see Jamie hurting and being stood up for/protected by the people who care about him, but boy did I! This fic is really lovely, it sucked me in and didn't let me go until I finished reading.
Both Hands Holding on to the Wire by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stobin]
This was one hell of a gift to get in a smut exchange, holy moly! It focuses really well on Robin's confusion over the thoughts she starts having about Steve after accidentally walking in on him changing. The whole concept is handled respectfully, taking the weight of it all very seriously. Robin and Steve's friendship is so good, the way they can just BE with each other. It's got the angst I adore, a Steve who is an absolute sweetheart, and a Robin who is so much more like her season 4 self than season 3 (which is a huge plus for me personally).
The Hourglass by @pterawaters [Fargo s5, Dot & Gator, Dot/Wayne/Gator]
A shorter fic here, but no less wonderful! It's exactly what I needed after finishing the latest season of Fargo. Getting to see where their lives might have gone, if Dot had been able to take Gator with her when she ran away. If he had wanted to go. It gets me emotional every time I think about it. I love love love this fic!
Wednesday by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
I will recommend this fic forever and for always. It has everything: hurt Steve! Time loops! Season 3 Steve being thrown back to the worst day of his life and forced to relive it over and over until he gets it right (hint, it's the Halloween party in s2). I fucking love this fic! I've lost count of how many times I've reread it, but it might rival the number of time loops Steve lives through (okay maybe not quite that many, but you get my point). It shows Steve a side of Jonathan he didn't get to see the first time around. It gives him the closure he probably didn't realize he needed. I just. Adore this story!!
An Oath Broken, An Oath Kept by @urisarang [Love Between Fairy and Devil, Chang Heng/Dongfang Qingcang]
This fic is so mean in the best way! Both of them are so hurt, physically and emotionally. And then Chang Heng is forced to hurt DFQC even more, which only makes it that much BETTER. It was the perfect gift to receive for the Flash Made Them Do It exchange. I laugh every time I see the a/n (the word count minimum was 300 words. The word count on this fic is... a lot more than that). And it's just as fun to reread now as it was to read it the first time around. I want to draw hearts around it!
#IFD2024#fic rec list#stranger things#halloween ends#criminal minds#fargo#love between fairy and devil#fanfiction#feedback fest#feedback fest 2024#i maybe spent a long time on the gif banner#pretty proud of it#made it myself ;-;#but spent way more time deciding on which fics to rec#and what to say about them
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ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters
chapter five — barely surviving
summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [2.3k].
pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters
notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. anxious teenagers, first kiss nerves, this chapter probably being too short.
masterlist ⎸ chapter four | chapter six
2017.
"IS IT YOUR first kiss?"
".. maybe"
you were sat across from sigourney in her hotel room. the entire day on set, she could tell that there was something off about you today. you messed up your lines, forgot blocked parts of scenes and barely knew which way was up.
the entire day you had been sitting on the fact that next week you would be kissing jamie. it wasn't like you thought kissing was a massive deal, you were sixteen, you knew lots of people had already had their first kiss.. you hadn't.
but you knew a first kiss is supposed to be special. you guess it would be in a way. it would be with jamie, and to you, that's pretty special.
he was quickly becoming your best friend. jamie knew almost everything about you and you were rarely separated. so if your first kiss was going to be with jamie, so be it. that wasn't the part that was worrying you.
what was worrying you is that it would change your friendship. would it become awkward once you kissed? would you have to practice the kiss? redo it over and over until james was happy with the shot? probably, he was a perfectionist. kissing your best friend isn't something many people would be comfortable with, what if jamie was one of those people?
"so is that why you're worried?" sigourney asked. she had brought you back to her trailer, saying she needed to ask you a question. she hadn't stopped interrogating you about what was wrong since. "you're worried because it's your first kiss? kissing is easy, only the boys mess it up" she smiled.
you chuckled lowly at her comment. knowing that she had shot plenty of on-screen kisses in her time as an actress, and that you would also probably have your fair share if your career continued the way it was going. but the first one, was going to be daunting.
"it's not that it's the first," you led, pausing for a sigh, "it's that it's with jamie- not like, 'ew jamie'-" you pulled a face- "but more like 'oh.. jamie', what if things get weird after?"
"weird?" she asked.
"what if we can't really be friends after?" you shrugged, getting embarrassed you shook your head and continued to speak, "like what if it's super awkward and he doesn't wanna talk to me outside of work anymore? i don't want that to happen," you looked up to her.
"sweetie," sigourney sighed, coming over to sit next to you instead. she grabbed your hand and enveloped it with hers. "you say you want him to talk to you outside of work, right?" you hummed a response. "that's all it is.. work" she smiled. "you both are here to do a job, to act, it's just pretend," she shrugged.
you sat with her words. she was right. you were here because you're professionals. professionals who had a job to do, one that involved kissing each other, but a job no less. it was just another day on set, nothing to worry about.
“you think he thinks that too?” you crossed your legs and held them close to your chest, suddenly feeling a little too vulnerable.
“sweetheart,” she queezed your hand, “if he doesn’t.. hes in the wrong profession” she laughed, you laughed too. you couldn’t help it really. the anxieties that sat on your chest were now fading after hearing what sigourney had to say.
it’s just a part of the job.
“should i talk to him about it?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.
“if you want to, if that makes you feel more comfortable course you can” she nodded, “he would want you to tell him how you feel”.
you nodded, thinking on it. “he’ll be in his room now, he’s probably with filip though” you shrugged, your brain throwing excuses out involuntarily.
“do it when you feel is right,” sigourney smiled. you nodded and leant into her arms, letting her hold you for a little. “i know it’s initimidating, but you will kill plenty of guys in this field of work. you’re gonna be fine,” she put her head on top of yours, you rested in the crook of her neck and she rubbed your arms. “wait for the right time,” she said.
on the wooden coffee table in her room, your phone buzzed. signourney let you go and you reached over and laughed when you saw the notification.
[📱 jamie flatters: ] going to the pool w filip, jack, and duane. come with?
“what?” signourney smirked.
“i think i found the time,” you chuckled, showing her the notification.
this weekend, the cast had a day off from filming, so majority of you were put up in a hotel for the weekend. where there is a hotel in manhattan, there is most likely- almost always- a pool.
the boys were obsessed with it. coming from london, jamie never got to really grow up swimming in pools or the beach, the weather never proved nice enough to. so whenever he could make use of a pool, he would. the days in manhattan were getting hotter as the summer season began. the humidity was tough to get through, the boys were more than happy to utilise the pools late opening hours when they could.
after leaving sigourney’s room, you headed down to your own on the floor below, the one you shared with bailey, jack and duane. jamie, trinity, filip and britain on the floor above yours. you got changed into your swimsuit, grabbing a towel from the hotel’s bathroom and wrapped it around yourself.
you rode the elevator along down to the first floor and headed towards the pool. the lights illuminated the water and a blue hue shone on the ground in the night sky. you spied your castmates in the pool, splashing each other, duane shouting something about jamie ‘being a bitch’ before dunking him under the water. jack and filip both yelled something before jumping on top of the other two boys. that’s all they were.. boys having fun.
you clicked open the gate and closed it behind you, sitting down on a sun lounger and watched it unfold, the job of making sure that no one died had fallen onto your shoulders as the boys continued to wrestle. when duane popped his head up for a second he noticed you sitting there.
quickly, he pulled the other boys out of the water, jamie being the last one to break the surface. they all stared at you like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have… which i guess, they had been.
“oh hey..” jamie panted, water dripping off his face, “nice of you to join us”.
“shut up,” you brushed him off, “i was with sigourney”.
“boring!” jack shouted, jamie splashing him in the process.
“sooo..” filip dragged out, pursing his lips, “are you gonna get in or just sit there like a wet mop?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“oh shit,” jamie nodded.
“wow,” duane chuckled.
“a wet mop?” you repeated, nodding your head at filip.
“you gonna sit there and take that y/n?” jamie asked, looking back over at you.
“no she’s not,” jack chipped in.
“i’ll show you a wet mop, geljo” you stood up and dropped your towel- “when i put my foot in your face,”- you said before jumping into the pool with them all.
the night flew by, jack and duane were the first to bow out. jack convinced that his lips would turn blue if he sat in the water for any longer. filip left soon after, slyly sending jamie a thumbs up and a smirk when you looked away from him. so, after an hour or so of swimming and playing chicken in the pool, it was just you and jamie.
you debated getting out, you really did. but the water was so warm and jamie looked so relaxed resting his back against the water’s edge. so you decided to sit there together for a little while longer. maybe this was the right time that sigourney was talking about.
but to your surprise, jamie spoke first.
“did you see the scene roll out for next week?” he asked. his voice was trading lightly on the topic. as if he had been thinking about it as much as you had.
you hesitated before responding, “yeah, um- i did”.
“how do you feel about that?” he asked, looking down into the water and avoiding your gaze. you couldn’t fault him, you were essentially doing the same thing as him. avoiding eye-contact.
“um..” you shook your head slowly, searching for an answer and hoping that one would just pop out at you. “i don’t know really.. i’ve never-“ you sighed, closing your eyes. “well, i’ve never kissed anyone so..” you shrugged.
jamie finally turned to look at you. he noticed that way you looked smaller, embarrassed of the fact. “you know that’s not a bad thing, right?” he asked.
you stuttered, “no, no, no. i know that, but um- i just- i just wanted to make sure that you, um- knew? i don’t know,” you shrugged. your words were falling out at a rate more rapid than usual, jamie picked up on it.
“y/n” he stopped you. you sighed, taking a second before slowly turning your head to look at him. you met jamie’s gaze and held it like a conversation. you were talking to each other in there somehow, it was as if he seemed to understand what you were thinking in that moment. “it doesn’t matter than you haven’t kissed anyone, you know that yeah?”
you turned away, “i mean.. yeah?”
“so why are you freaking out?” he asked, “it’s alright” jamie nodded.
you sniffed, the water making your nose run a little. you ran your hand through your hair before looking back at him. “our friendship.. it will never be like it was before” you said. “what if.. what if we kiss and then we like stop being friends or something,” jamie watched as another sigh escaped your chest, he saw how much this had been weighing on you.
“you’re so silly,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at you. “we could never not be friends, especially over something like that,” jamie wanted to make sure you heard what he was saying, “y/n, you’re one of my closest friends.” you heard that part. “and i wouldn’t like something like a little kiss, that we literally get paid to do by the way, mess up our friendship,” he chuckled.
you let out an exhale as a laugh, softly nodding afterwards. “you promise?” you asked. jamie looked down at you, a smile on his face, knowing that you already knew what his answer would be.
“you’re stupid if you think i don’t,” he leant his head back, his smile became a kind smirk.
the silence between you two soon returned, allowing you both to sit with your newfound clarity of your scene for next week. sigourney was right, it’s just a job. as you let your body relax in the pool, you felt yourself becoming more sleepy as the minutes slipped away into the night. you yawned, covering your face.
“come on,” jamie stood up and held out his hand.
“you wanna go?” you looked up at him in surprise. he scoffed at your demeanour.
“that’s like the fourth time you’ve yawned in a minute, you need to go to sleep”.
you shook your head with a smile before taking jamie’s hand and allowing him to help you stand up in the shallows of the pool. the cool night air pierced your skin, you were lucky that jamie was quick to hand you your towel. you thanked him quietly as you shivered in your swimsuit. your hair was dripping down your back, chilling your spine. jamie led you out of the pool enclosure and headed towards the elevator.
“oh my god, it’s cold,” you sped up, breaking into a jog, jamie following closely behind you. luckily, the lobby of the hotel was a nicer temperature for your ride back up to your rooms. when the elevator got to your floor, you said goodnight to jamie, but were surprised to see him follow you out.
“what are you doing?” you laughed, “you’re the next floor”.
“i know,” he nodded, beginning to walk down the hall towards your room, “i want to make sure you get inside safely, stupid” he nudged you. you faltered in your step a little, not failing to notice the way that jamie was ready to catch you even if he was the one to cause your fall. you kept your balance and shoved him back.
“well, here’s my room” you chuckled, “you’re now free to go to your own room, loser”
“fine, next time i’ll let you walk the halls at midnight and get abducted,” he shrugged, leaving. you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you.
you brought jamie in for a hug, which he reluctantly returned with a chuckle. “thank you,” you whispered.
“for walking you to your door?” he asked.
“no dumbass,” you pulled away from him, “for talking to me about.. it. i feel a lot better now,” you admitted, “so thanks”.
jamie chuckled, “that’s why i’m here”. you both held each other’s gaze for a little while longer. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.
“course,” you nodded, “tomorrow”.
jamie began to walk down the hallway, back towards the elevator.
“night flats,” you called.
“flats, hey?” he turned towards you, walking backwards so he could still see you.
“yeah,” you nodded, “you got a problem with that?”
he shook his head, a smile slowly breaking the surface. “no.. i like it” he smiled. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”
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brother's best friend!jamie making out with y/n and fucking her in her bedroom and she loves the dirty talk and how rough but also caring he is✨🤭
ahh that's my favourite trope!! best friend's brother/ brother's best friend fics are so <33 so i hope you like it!!
Be Quiet- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader
summary: in the request :)
warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, if this makes you uncomfortable then please don't read, my love!
notes: i can't believe tomorrow is the last day of 2022?!?!? that's insane.
Your parents were out of town for the weekend, leaving you and your brother at home alone. You both agreed not to throw any parties, as to not risk your parents getting mad when they came home, but he had asked you if it was okay if his friend, Jamie, could stay over tonight.
And who were you to say no to that.
For years you’ve had a crush on Jamie, and you were sure he knew about it. He would constantly tease you and flirt, but you told yourself that was just a part of his personality. After all, you were his best friend’s little sister!
Your brother, Max, had asked you to go down to the shops to get some snacks for him and Jamie, at first you said no and told him to do it himself, but you gave in eventually when he offered to pay for some snacks for you too.
You went to the store and spent some time looking around before you grabbed a couple bags worth of snacks, paid (using Max’s card), and began to walk back home. The bags were quite heavy, but it was only a short walk home, you could cope.
“Hello, sweetheart.” You heard someone say, you didn’t realise quite who it was to begin with as you had zoned out on your walk home, lost in your thoughts.
“Hi, Jamie!” You smiled.
“Give me those,” he was quick to take the bags of snacks off of you, realising you were struggling a little, “let me guess… Max sent you to get these?”
“Of course.” You chuckled.
You both talked as you walked back to your house, about anything and everything. He told you about new tattoos he was planning, how he was thinking of starting a band, and you told him about your new job and gossip about your friendship group. However, as you talked, you felt tension between the two of you. He watched your lips as you talked and smiled softly when he noticed you were blushing.
When you got to your house, you got your key out to unlock the door and let him in first. You took the bag of snacks you got for yourself, and left him with the bag of snacks for your brother.
“I think he’s up in his room,” you told Jamie, talking about your brother, “when you see him, tell him I want to go to sleep early tonight, so be quiet!”
“Of course, love,” he chuckled, “see you later!” He smiled before disappearing up to your brother’s room.
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“See you later”, he clearly meant it in a ‘see you later’ way, not ‘see you later’, but those three words were running through your mind all night. The way he had spoke to you when you were walking home sent a rush of butterflies in your tummy, and the way his hand brushed yours when he took the bags from you sent shivers across your body.
Surely if he didn’t like you back, he wouldn’t be acting like this? He wouldn’t lead you on and build your hopes up, surely.
You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt your phone buzz beside you, and your screen lit up with a text message.
From Jamie.
Are you still awake? He had asked
Yep, you replied.
When he didn’t text back, you were a little upset. But then,
Can I come in?
Your stomach was doing backflips, your hands trembled as you text back,
Of course :)
You quickly shot out of bed and switched your lights on, checking your hair in the mirror before there was a knock at the door.
You took in a deep breath before you grabbed the door handle, opening your bedroom door to reveal a smiling, shirtless Jamie. His blonde hair, a beautiful mess at the top of his head, a look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know.
“Hello.” He whispered, a wide grin on his face.
You didn’t reply, not verbally. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips felt like pillows against yours, and you were sure you could taste strawberry.
He pushed you backwards into your room without breaking the kiss and shut the door behind him. You pulled him over towards your bed before falling back on to it, pulling him on top of you. You giggled as you felt his hand on your waist as his kisses got needier, more full of desire.
His knee was placed between your thighs, and as he pressed it down against your cunt, you moaned into the kiss, causing him to grin against your lips.
“You like that, hm?” He observed, watching as you raise your hips, hoping for more friction.
You nodded your head, which earned a chuckle from Jamie. His hand placed on your waist slithered down your body, pushing your oversized t-shirt up to your waist.
“Jamie… What are you-” You were cut off as he began peppering kisses across your stomach before going lower… and lower.
“Be quiet for me, darling. We don’t want Max hearing you, do we?” He smirked up at you and you nodded your head.
He hooked his finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it teasingly too slow down your thighs, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. He kissed your inner thigh, hooking his arms around them to hold you in place before his lips met your soaked cunt with a delicate kiss.
“You have such a perfect cunt, darling. Is this all for me?”
“Yes, all yours.” You whimpered as his thumb teased your clit in little circles.
You threw your head back against the pillows and bit down on the back of your hand as his tongue dipped into you, the warm muscle sending shivers down your spine as it danced across your heat. The pleasure from his thumb on your clit, followed by his tongue teasing your hole, made you feel euphoric. You had touched yourself before, but that was nothing compared to this.
The pleasure had you squirming around, so he placed his free hand on your lower belly, keeping you in place. Your legs were resting over his shoulders as his face was buried between your thighs. You wished you could have taken a picture, you wanted to remember this sight forever.
“Awh, baby, are you close?” He teased, feeling your thighs begin to tremble on his shoulders.
You nodded your head, afraid that opening your mouth to speak would let out the string of moans you had been holding down.
He smirks, gently moving your legs as he climbed up the bed to kiss you again.
This wasn’t fair, you wanted to finish!
“Jamie!” You whine with a pout as he smirks against your lips.
“I’m sorry darling,” as he spoke, you felt the hardness in his joggers press against your slick inner thigh, “what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, pressing a kiss beneath his ear, “and don’t hold back, I want you to be rough.”
Jamie never thought he would hear those words leave your lips, to him you had always been Max’s innocent little sister. When he met you for the first time at your 19th birthday party, he believed he had never seen someone so beautiful. He would have made a move sooner, but he had a girlfriend at the time who he was unhappy with, and when he finally broke up with her Max had informed him that you had a boyfriend.
You were unhappy with your boyfriend, you only saw him as an alternative for Jamie. He was tall, blonde, but he was also a shitty person. He knew somehow that it was Jamie you wanted, which made him insanely jealous whenever you were around him, so he eventually ended things with you, and you were glad he did, otherwise you wouldn’t currently be having your hands pinned above your head as Jamie fucked into you, whimpering beneath him as he whispered into your ear.
“Shh, you’re doing well for me, darling. It’s like you were made to take me.”
Your brain felt fuzzy as he pounded into you, you could feel him hitting spots you didn’t think was possible. You were babbling, trying to tell him how good it felt, how you didn’t want him to stop, but you were unable to form a coherent sentence. He was truly fucking you dumb.
“I told you to be quiet, sweetheart.” He reminded you, pressing his finger against your lips.
You looked up at him, his forehead beading with sweat, his hair a little damp as it fell over his eyes. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as you opened your mouth, taking his finger between your lips and suckling on it, your eyes locked with his as his mouth fell open, his eyes darkened with lust even further.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so fucking perfect, my perfect little slut, aren’t you, hm?”
You nodded your head as he slipped another finger between your lips, and his thrusts began to get faster and harder, rougher with each slap of his skin against yours. And soon you felt yourself getting scarily close to the edge, ready to tumble into the bliss of your orgasm.
“J…Jamie, I’m going to…” You tried to speak with his fingers pressed against his tongue, but he knew what you were trying to say.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you, okay. You can let go, cum for me, darling.”
Just before you were overtaken by the bliss, you whispered three words. Three words you had been afraid of saying since the beginning, but to your surprise he had said them back.
“I love you, I always have.” He panted, the thrusts of his hips started to become slower and harder as you felt him twitch inside you.
“Inside,” you gasped, finally moving your arms from where he had pinned them to wrap them around him, holding him as close to you as possible, you needed to feel him close, “please…”
He nodded before burying his face in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder, kissing the delicate skin before he began to spill inside of you, coating your walls with a comforting warmth, causing you to clench around him.
You continued to hold him close as he collapsed onto you, his cock still stuffed inside you. You ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath and you came to your senses.
You fucked your brother’s best friend.
A flash of guilt and worry flashed past you, you worried that this would make things awkward when he would come over, you worried that he would regret this when he finally came back to reality.
“I think we should tell Max.” Jamie said, turning his head to look at you.
“What?!” You panicked, “he’ll kill you! He’ll kill me!”
“No, not about us fucking, sweetheart,” he chuckled, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, “I meant we should tell him about us.
“Us?” You questioned.
“Yes, us!” He chuckled, a lazy smile on his face, “well, only if you would like to be my girlfriend.”
“Is this your way of asking me to date you/” You teased.
“Maybe it is…”
“Then of course, I think we should tell Max about us.” You said with a smile, before he leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips.
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SUMMARY: Can you make a joe quinn one where they are dating since shooting season 4 and now they have interviews of the sesson together reader has been in it since the 1st season and in the interview he getd asked how he fell in love and what he loves about the reader and he gives such a sweet kind of speech and the reader didnt know he thought so and when they are at their hotel cause theh are in Brazil its all sweet and they make love? ^^ SMUT
WARNING: cute speech, NSFW, intercourse, unprotected sex, slight oral.. yeah
I'm reposting this + masterlist coming soon
You woke up with a soft groan. A yawn fell from your mouth as you stretched- well tried to. You frowned feeling something heavy against your lower body. You opened your eyes looking down to see your boyfriend, Joseph passed out on top of you. His face was buried in your tummy and arms around your waist. Your laughed slightly as you listened to his light snores. You knew he was exhausted especially after your long flight here to Brazil. You both have been working non stop for press tour for Stranger Things. Even though it could get a little overwhelming at times at least you had each other.
“Joseph.” You shook him lightly trying to wake up. A grunt fell from the man's mouth as he started moving around. “Baby, can you get off my legs. They're going numb now.”
Another groan fell from Joseph lips. He heard you loud and clear and rolled off of you. But you weren't out of his grip yet. His arms circled your waist pulling you into him.
“Joseph!” You said with a laugh. With his eyes still closed due to sleep he grunted a ‘what’
“we need to get up and ready. We have work to do.”
Joseph sighed out, “fine.” he stretched and yawned while you removed yourself from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed your toothbrush starting to brush your teeth. A few minutes went by before Joseph joined you. He walked in and kissed your temple before grabbing his own toothbrush.
“you ready to see your fans?” You asked turning to him. He nodded his head before spitting in the sink. “Never be more ready. Kinda crazy have so many people love me.”
You smiled. “Yeah, it's amazing to see people love you.” you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. “Now I'm going to take a shower and get ready then we can go.”
♡︎
You and Joseph got ready within an hour. After a quick breakfast you made your way to the meet up. While there you watched as Joseph greeted his fans. You could help but feel so happy for him. Greeting fans for you was nothing new but for him it was big. This was his breakthrough role and he was finally getting the recognization he deserved. Seeing all this overwhelming support mad him so happy and it also made you happy knowing this was what he wanted the day he started filming with you guys.
You took some pictures talked to some fans, all before it was time for the interviews.
You took a seat in the chair that was in between Joseph's and Jamie's. The interviewer started asking simple questions about the show to which you three answered normally. It was towards the end when they asked about your relationship.
“so Joseph, we know you and y/n have been dating for a little bit. Tell us how did this start?”
Joseph turned to you and smirked.
“you know I wasn't planning to fall in love with anyone, but I met her and you know everything thing changed. For starters she's the most kindest and sweetest person I've ever met. The first day on set she made me feel welcomed more than anyone and that continued while we were filming. I realized I liked her and I asked her out and she surprisingly said yes. Every day after that has been amazing.” Joseph sighed as he softly smiled. “god, She's everything I dreamed for. the prettiest smile, the prettiest voice, my biggest supporter, best advice giver. She Has the most gentle soul ever. She's the sunshine to my life even on bad days. She's my world, my everything. I can't wait to spend many more years with this very beautiful woman.” Joseph turned to you and smile softly at you, he grabbed your hand and laid a kiss on it.
Jamie and the interviewer awed at you two. It was sure to get more aw(s) when it hit the internet the next day that was for sure.
After your interview you and Joseph went to a party with Jamie. It was great, Nice even but really you want to go back to the hotel to talk to Joe. His words were stuck in your mind like glue. He has told you numerous times how much he loved and appreciated you, but never to that extent. It gave you butterflies just thinking about what he had said to you.
The long work day drew to a close soon and you were happy. As you walked back into your hotel room the first thing you did was hug Joseph. He was caught off guard but he wrapped his arms around you too. “You ok?”
You smiled at his concern and pulled away. “Yeah, I'm fine. It's just those words you said about me earlier made me get butterflies.”
Joseph smirked “Really?”
You nodded, “yeah really.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him so that you both were barely an inch away. “ you're my everything too.”
You kissed Joseph hard. He held your waist as you both made out. After a minute he pulled away. “Jump.” He whispered against your lips. You did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist. You both started kissing again as he walked over to the bed.
Your back hit the mattress as he sat you down. Joseph lips moved down to your neck, he placed rough kisses that were sure to leave hickeys. You moaned running your fingers through his hair. Joseph lifted his head, he smirked at you before kissing your lips again. You started to unbutton his shirt the best that he could. When you reached the last button he pulled away and removed the white shirt from his body.
You took your opportunity to take off your shirt. When your shirt was thrown on the floor, Joseph's hands were already pulling at your bra. You giggled as you help take it off. “Needy aren't you?”
He rolled his eyes but the smirk on his face told you he was.
The bra was tossed to the floor where all of your other clothes were. Joseph hand went to your boob, he squeezed the flesh, pinching your perky nipple that grew hard from being exposed. You softly grunted and looked up at him.
“God, I just wanna be inside of you.” Joseph grunted. His soft brown eyes shut as he started unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his leg. You did the same, removing your pants and panties until you were completely bare in front of him. In front of each other.
Joseph looked down at your body as he stroked himself. He's seen it a million times before this but you always amazed him at your beauty.
“So fucking beautiful.” His accent was thick as his lust grow. You opened your legs wide making him scoot in between them. you needed him in you badly. You practically ached for him to fill you up.
Joseph held onto your left thigh as he pushed himself into you. Your bodies connected with one another. In union both your moans filled the room.
Your walls, warm and wet coated Joseph's length making him twitch in you. You were always so tight and warm. After a good 30 seconds of recovering Joseph finally moved in you.
A moan escaped your lips as he slowly moved out of you and slammed right back in. His pace went from slow to fast in no time. You sobbed out a moan with the actions that were taking place. Your eyes were torn between watching Joseph enter you and his eyes.
“this my pussy?” Joseph said his words scattered as he pounded into you. You nodded your head.
“no, use your words. Is this mine huh?”
A shiver ran down your spine making you moan. Your stomach was slowly tightening. “Yes, it-.. it's yours.”
Joseph grunted, “good girl. Fuck!”
Joseph hips snapped into you making you wail out. He knew you were close from the way you tighten around him. “You going to cum?” He asked looking down at you. “Yes.” you cried out gripping the sheets underneath you.
Joseph hand went down to the bundle of nerves and began circling at it“Cum!”
You came like he said. Your body shook undet
Joseph didn't cum instead he pulled out of you. You looked at him, “why didn't you cum?”
“this isn't about me.” Joseph lowered himself on the bed to between your legs. “i gotta show you how much I love you.” He kissed your thigh as he looked up at you. “Now relax, I'm going to get a few orgasms from you before this night ends.”
Before you could say a word his mouth was on your pussy. You shuttered bringing your hands to his hair. Let's just say Joseph did show you how much he loves you that night.
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