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The Billionaire From London Ch. 1
Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x OC Maurisa Watson
Summary: It is the fall of 2022, Maurisa owns a cafe in downtown New York City. While on the job, she is greeted by a blonde, six foot man who has a British accent and who appears to be wanting something. What is it exactly that he wants?
Rating / Warnings: Teen, Some Language, no warnings displayed here until chapter 2.
Word Count: 1.9k+
Tagging: @cuttingedge708 and any other Stranger Things / Jamie Campbell Bower fans who want to be tagged.
Authors Note: Hi guys, my apologies for the delay in the fanfic, as you can see, this is more of chapter-based fanfic until I reach 10,000 words, so I decided on changing plans until I finish it. Not sure how many chapters, but hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! <3 - Shar?
The appealing orange, burgundy red leaves were descending from off of the old oak trees that were standing tall on either side of the bridge Maurisa would always walk on early in the morning in Downtown New York. The smell of Autumn singed her nostrils, the beautiful Canadian Geese that were drifting in the pond in Central Park had always never failed to catch her eye. Maurisa’s lanky arms rested across the white furnished bridge, she knew it was going to be a lovely start off to a Wednesday morning.
Slipping her phone out from her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans, she quickly checked her emails as Miss Watson was about to head off to work. While walking against the crunched up bright colored leaves crackling under her tennis shoes, it appeared to be as if somebody was following her. The suspense grew thick as Maurisa grew paranoid, the sound of people chattering around her while enjoying their coffee blocked out the problem that was possibly behind her. She had stopped in the middle of the walk path, she dared to look back, but no one was behind her. A good sigh of relief escalated through her, feeling someone in her presence that wasn’t actually there was a bit odd. She continued on her walk to the Cafe named Hallowed Grounds Tearoom that she called home.
Maurisa finally arrived, she unlocked the doors to the Cafe shop with her keys into the door. Pushing the doors wide open with opened arms, she flickered on the lights now entering the building. Walking casually over behind the counter where all the magic happened, she sat the keys down on the pearl white countertop that was attached to her black, thin string lanyard that was resting in her fist. She waited for a rush of customers to rush in her store because her cafe shop was in popular demand. Everyone loved going to her store, they even gave her excellent five star reviews on Google.
As the day passed by, Maurisa was getting ready to close the doors to her Cafe, thanking everyone for coming. She had met some new faces of the crowd, and new personalities that she thought were pretty unique. Suddenly, a 6’0 in height blonde man with piercing ocean blue eyes walked through the doors. Vintage cologne lingered in the store as he casually walked up to Maurisa with his calloused hands deep in his pockets of his black, leather coat, giving a daring smile to her.
‘’Hi, you do know I’m getting ready to close for the night?’’ She asked, eyebrows raised scrutinizing the man’s body language, how it was laid back and chill. He lended out his left hand to her, which appeared to have a small, detailed skull on his middle finger on that hand alone.
‘’I’m sorry, but it’s closing time for me and I really want to go home,’’ She stated, clutching the gold keys in her hand. The 6’0 British man wasn’t taking no for an answer. Finally, after an awkward silence abrupt, he spoke:
‘’Listen, I know you have no clue on who I am, but I want to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Campbell Bower, I might be the one who can change your life forever for the better.’’
Maurisa tucked a fiery orange strand of her hair behind her ear, she replied:
‘’My name is Maurisa Watson. Nice to meet you, Jamie. Look, I really have to get going, I’m sorry.’’
Jamie gently grabbed Maurisa’s arm, he looked her in the eyes,
‘’Believe me when I tell you this, Maurisa. We are complete strangers to each other, and I have just met you, don’t get me wrong. But it seems to be as if you have had some troubles in your life, I can see it just by looking at you. Since you’re in a rush to go home, I will give you my number.’’
He pulled out a white index business card from out of his richened black coat, handing it to her.
‘’Don’t forget to call or text me. It was nice meeting you, have a goodnight.’’
Just like that, Jamie Campbell Bower disappeared without a trace.
‘’It was nice meeting you too, Jamie Bower.’’
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That very night, she headed home in her Nissan Versa jet black car, the white index business card that Jamie gave her was somewhere laying in the bottom of her Gucci purse. One hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand resting on her lap. She couldn’t stop thinking about the man she met earlier today in the Cafe, how he smelled good and also was so charming to her, he was perhaps probably going to be the one who would change her life forever, guarantee on that. What if he was the one who would take all of her troubles away from her life for good?
Maurisa got out of the car, locking her car and went up to her front porch. Unlocking the door to her home, she entered her house placing the gucci back down on the couch. Sighing, she dug in her purse to find the business card that Jamie gave her, finding luck within a minute to dial the number that was seen on the card, she placed the phone up close to her ear and waited for a response.
‘’Please leave your message for ***-***-***’’
Beep.
‘’Hi Jamie, this is Maurisa, the woman you met at the Cafe. I just thought I’d give you a call. Please call me back at ***-***-***, hope to hear from you soon, bye.’’
She laid flat down on the brown, leather couch. Flickering the TV on to watch Netflix, she became a little tired scroll after scroll to find a show or movie to watch. Letting out a yawn, she burrowed herself in the blankets sitting on the couch, and drifted off to sleep.
Waking up the next day, Maurisa’s phone had appeared to be on silent mode, buzzing. She groaned, eyes opening slowly to see who was calling. It was Jamie’s number. Swiping up for the answer button, she held the phone to her ear.
‘’Hello, Jamie?’’
‘’Hi, Maurisa, I saw you tried calling me last night. So sorry about that, love. I fell asleep. How are you doing this morning?’’ Jamie’s voice erupted on the other line of the call.
‘’How am I doing? Oh, just fine. Just woke up. Why I was trying to call at around 10pm last night was just because I wanted to ask you why do you think that you can change my life instantly?’’
A soft grumble came out of Jamie,
‘’Well, dear, I think I can change your life because that is what I do for a living, to change people’s lives for the better and not for the worse. You really came to my interest once I saw you, so you meeting me is going to be something you would always remember.’’
Uh huh.
She scratched the back of her neck, the hairs on her neck were standing up, feeling alarmed that a man like Jamie who may indicate a bit of interest in her was quite alarming. In Maurisa’s past relationships with guys, the first day that she had met them, they never really expressed their feelings how he did just now to her. Especially over the phone.
‘’I honestly have to say that I am flattered, Jamie. I have to be honest here, I never saw or heard a guy actually tell me something you just told me, especially when meeting me for the first time. Never in my ten years of dating did someone compliment me like you’ve done.’’ Maurisa chuckled, running her hand through her orange hair.
‘’I just didn’t want you to think that I was weird or trying to scare you off, y’know, a guy like me should stop and think before he actually gets too carried away,’’
He continued on,
‘’I want to actually invite you to a party that my friend Joseph is hosting, and wanted to see if you’d be interested in going? I will give you all the details on when and where it’s happening.’’
She stopped and thought briefly about it before answering the British man, Maurisa nodded to herself.
You should go, why not? She thought.
‘’Yeah, I'd love to go to your friend’s party with you. Just let me know when you get the details situated and we can go from there.’’
‘’Brilliant, I will definitely text you when I hear back from my friend Joseph, I will see you then, Maurisa.’’ He hung up.
Maurisa’s glossy lips tugged into a smile, this was going to be the first party she would attend in years. Despite all of the boyfriends she had, she had hope left in her to soon find love again. She hoisted herself up off of the couch, realizing that today and tomorrow she didn’t have to work at Hallowed Grounds Tearoom, also known as her Cafe she worked at 5 days in the week. Stretching her slim body, her phone buzzed, it was a text message from Jamie himself.
The text message read:
‘’Hi Maurisa, so I just heard back from Joseph. Here are the details: 6 p.m. on a Saturday, and it will be at 963 Thatcher Street New York City. Make sure you’re there on time. Looking forward to seeing you x - Jamie’’
Since it was still Friday morning, Miss Watson still had time to get ready for the party tomorrow night. Shoving her phone in one of the pockets of her pajama pants, she got dressed for the day and made herself some fresh Avocado Toast with a tall glass of water. Sitting herself down at the kitchen table, she ate pieces of her Avocado Toast, and lifted the glass of water to her lips before calling her best friend, Allie. Dialing her phone number, she had a plan in mind in telling Allie, her best friend of five years, about Jamie Bower.
‘’Hey Allie, you would never guess who’s party I am going to tomorrow night,’’ Maurisa said with determination in her voice.
‘’Hey best friend! And you? At a party? No freaking way you’re going to a party. You haven’t gone to one in I don’t know how many years!’’ Allie pointed out, shocked because of what she had told her.
‘’Long story short, but I met a guy named Jamie at my work and he seems pretty chill to put it bluntly. He asked me to go to a house party his friend Joseph is hosting, he doesn’t even seem like the creepy type you know what I mean?’’
Maurisa heard Allie’s shuttered laugh from the other line of the phone conversation, maybe full on sarcasm wasn’t the way to go, because you know how men are nowadays.
‘’I hope it goes all well for you, Maurisa. Please be careful tomorrow.’’ She replied.
Please be careful tomorrow, the words that unwinded in the back of Maurisa Watson’s mind like strings unattached.
She mouthed the words out to her best friend: ‘’Okay, I will.’’ and hung up.
****END OF CHAPTER 1****
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Chapter 1: Icebreaker
Jamie x female!reader fanfic
(fluff, safe for under 18)
Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.
Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.
A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.
I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.
“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.
He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.
Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.
He shoots up a look to me.
Shit.
I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.
“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.
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The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.
As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…
“Y/n, right?”
I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.
“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”
He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”
“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”
“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.
I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.
“Next!” The barista calls out to me.
“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”
“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."
“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.
I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.
Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.
“I’ll see you again, soon?”
“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”
He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.
“Wait!”
A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.
“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.
I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?
“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.
“Yes, of course."
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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.
"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.
“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."
“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.
My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?
“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.
He winks.
“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.
“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.
"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."
“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”
“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.
“I just needed a change. What about you?”
“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.
He nods. “You’re working?”
“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.
I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-
“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.
“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."
“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.
I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.
"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.
"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.
"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."
His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.
I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.
As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”
“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.
“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.
“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.
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Chapter 2
Note: Hi! I'm new on here and I'm sharing my writing for the first time on the internet and thought that it'd be nice to start on here. I don't know if this will take off or not but I'm excited for everyone to read it. Do let me know your thoughts and reblog if you like it. If it starts picking up then I will continue posting the next chapter :)
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Play Pretend 3
Play pretend 3
A/n: do you guys want to see the relationship flourish and fixed? I was thinking about ending it here unless you want to see that side of things. 💜
When you roll onto your back, you instantly regret it. Not only do you feel nauseous, but you feel blinded by the sun leaking through your bedroom blinds.
"I can't." You whisper as you put your hands over your eyes. Your mouth feels dry, and your throat burns from all the cigarettes. You swore you'd never smoke again, but one too many drinks and that went out the door.
Your body was paying for your awful choices, and you were still in denial of your drinking problem. If you pushed it away and didn't think about it, then the anxiety of life would fade from existence.
At this very moment, you wished you could call Joseph and have him ease your anxiety, but you'd ignored him for days and weren't sure if it would be fitting to contact him now. Weeks had passed, and you didn't respond, but now that you needed something, you'd call? No. You weren't going to do it. You'd swallow the pain and erase the memories of Jamie and Joseph from your mind.
"1...2...3..." You sit up and push the blankets off your body. Slowly, swing your legs over the side of your bed; resting your face in your hands, you stare at the ground and pray the headache disappears. It won't, but the least you could do was hope.
You stand to your feet; you notice your bedroom door is open. You think it's odd, considering you sleep with the door closed, drunk or not, that door is closed.
You blink your eyes slowly, trying to regain your vision. The tiredness soon fades, and eyes become clear. Your breath gets caught when you see a body on your couch wrapped in your favorite quilt.
"Fuck..." You mutter to yourself. You don't remember having anyone over last night. What did you do?
Quietly you creep across the wooden floors and lean over just enough to catch a glimpse of the side of the person's face...Jamie?
You roughly pull the blanket off him, ready to scream at him. You knew he had a key to your apartment, but he had no right to use it whenever he wanted to. That's not what it was for.
He groans a few times before opening his eyes. "It's too early, darling. Go back to bed." He shoves his face back into the pillow; bending his knees, he turns to his other side.
Anxiety flushes through you. "Jamie..." You whimper his name, and he can't ignore your tone.
He stretches his back out and gently brings himself to a seated position. He rubs his eyes and brushes his hair behind his ears, giving you his full attention. "If you're going to call me at 1 am, you should at least let me sleep 8 hours before waking me up." He teases you, but when your eyes start to water, and the look of fear plasters your face, he pats the spot next to him. "Come talk with me."
"I don't remember calling you." You whisper. "I'm sorry." Your face falls to your hands again, and you sob gently. You weren't crying because Jamie was sitting on your couch. You were crying because the last few months of your life had passed quickly, and you treated them poorly during it. Even in your drunken haze, you tried reaching out to him.
Jamie rubs your back as he tilts his chin and sadly watches your body tremble. He isn't sure what you want to hear or if he should tell you everything you said to him last night. "You know." His hand stops at the small of your back, "I wanted to tell you before this, but I was wrong."
Eyebrows raise with curiosity. In your clouded mind, you couldn't put the pieces together. "Wrong about what?"
"I lied." He takes a deep breath, "I had feelings for you; well, I have feelings for you."
You laugh, disbelieving, "You lying isn't making me feel better."
Jamie scoots closer to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you back. Your head falls to his chest, and his hand runs down your bicep. "I was ready to end that man's life for you." He exhales loudly. "If that's not love, I don't know what is."
Confused, you ask, "What, man?"
"Alex," He sighs, not wanting to explain any further.
"Alex?"
Jamie runs his fingers through your hair. "You really don't remember? He told you it was time for your relationship to go further and wouldn't leave your house until he got what he wanted?"
Your body tightens as your memories fade in and out. "Jesus Christ. You were right about him."
Jamie squeezes you tighter. Upset that you had to have that memory imprinted in your brain. "You text that he was scaring you."
"I'm so sorry." Your eyes water when you think of what could've happened if Jamie couldn't come at that moment.
"I do love you, (y/n)." He pauses as he tries to think of what to say. "But we're in different spots in our lives, love. You still want to be wild and crazy. I want stability and calm. It's something I won't get from you, and that's OK, darling. I want you to be happy, and you won't be happy with boring old me."
Your shoulders drop, and a small calm fills your body. Why didn't he give you that explanation before? It would have been a whole hell of a lot nicer than him spouting that none of it was real. You tilt your head and stare at the ceiling attempting to process. "I don't think your boring. I had fun snuggling on the couch and being tucked into bed with someone who loved and cared for me." You admit. "You hurt me. Like you didn't care about me and lied about everything to get in my pants. You became just another guy; I never saw that coming. I felt like you got what you wanted and left than expected me to still be OK with being your friend."
"I never wanted to make you feel that way." He says, kissing the top of your head. "How do we fix this?"
You push your face to the crook of his neck and softly say. "I don't know. I just want my friend back."
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Perfect to Me
Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!reader
Summary: Reader starts to compare herself to other girls online, and her boyfriend is there to make sure she knows how perfect she is <3
Warnings: reader is insecure about her body, and I think that's it, pls let me know if there's anything I missed!
Notes: This is literally my first time writing fan fiction since I was like, twelve years old, and it’s honestly kind of just a practice round, so it’s not going to be the best writing you’ve ever seen, and I kind of hate it honestly, but I am trying 😅 also please request! I need ideas!
You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed, waiting for your boyfriend, Jamie, to get home. Most of it was pretty usual, photos of your family and friends, and various pictures from hashtags you followed. You came across a photo Jamie had posted a few hours ago, of you and him laying together at a small private beach. You smiled to yourself, remembering how fun that day had been and liked the post. Going into the comment section to write something, you stumbled across a few hateful comments, mostly about how your body looked in the bathing suit you were wearing. Now, you had gotten used to people saying things like this, seeing as it happened pretty often dating someone famous. You tried to just ignore them, but you’d be lying if you said they didn’t sometimes get to you. This was one of those times. You couldn’t help but think the people saying rude things about you were at least a little bit right. Even you were worried about wearing that bathing suit out, thinking it showed too much of your natural curves. You decided to go on to this girl account, wanting to see who was saying things about you. This girl, whoever she was, was absolutely gorgeous. She had many pictures of herself in revealing clothes, and she didn’t seem to have any flaws in her body. Just as you were about to scroll through her photos a bit more, you heard the front door to your house open.
“Love, I’m home!” You heard Jamie shout from across the hall.
The rest of your night was the same as usual. You and Jamie ate dinner together, watched a movie in your shared bedroom, and then went to bed. Pretty much the same as you did every other night. But the entire night you couldn’t get the hateful comments out from the back of your mind. As you were trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what this girl online was saying about you, and wondering if she was right. Jamie seemed to notice your discomfort, and sat up to ask you what was wrong.
“Darling? Is everything alright? You're moving around a lot more than usual,” he asked quietly.
“Yup. Everything’s fine,” You replied, clearly not sounding very convincing.
“Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange all night, are you feeling okay?”
You sat up with him and decided to just tell him how you were feeling. You hated hiding anything from him.
“Just rude comments again, talking about how I looked in that picture you posted earlier, same as usual,” you answered, laying your head on his shoulder.
“Y/N, what have I told you about looking at the comments,” he chuckled lightly, stroking your hair. “You know they have no idea what they're talking about, you're perfect,”
“I know, I know. It’s still annoying, though,” You sigh.
“Please don’t listen to them, love. It’s what they want. But I promise, they’re all blind if they can’t see how stunning you are. You're perfect to me, don’t let them get to you.” He moved your head around to kiss you, laying you both back down as you rested your head on his chest. He continued stroking your head until you fell asleep, finally being able to stop thinking about the comment section.
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A Chance Meeting
Heyo, this is my first time writing on here. Not sure if this is something I'll keep doing, but this was just an idea that popped in my head and I wanted to flesh it out a bit. Might be a two or three parter? I've set this in Boston, since that's where I'm at lol. Towards the end, it gets pretty rushed, sorry. I welcome any feedback!
Synopsis: By chance, you meet the person you've admired most from afar, Jamie Campbell Bower. By luck, a friendship blossoms. Or perhaps...more? Over the course of a whirlwind week, your wildest dreams start to become reality.
Warnings: None. Yet. Just like, a couple swear words.
Pt. 2 Here.
Pt. 3 Here.
-9am. Monday.-
Another day working at the museum. You had been working for a few years in the offices of the cultural institution. It was a very cool place to work, but you were working hard outside those walls on a different art form: your music; hoping for your big break one day. But that day was not today.
You shuffle your feet to your desk, bleary eyed with fatigue from your weekend playing shows at a couple bars around the city. You plop your backpack down at the floor and drop yourself into your chair to switch on your computer. You let out an audible sigh.
"Monday again, eh?" Allison, your coworker gives a pained smile.
"Indeed. How was your weekend?" You ask, mainly as a courtesy. You hadn't had coffee yet, and were not interested in conversing.
As Allison went over the activities she and her family and friends attended over the weekend. You half listened, as your mind wandered. She tended to go on and on anyway. You yawned as her story reached it's end.
"I'm gonna go grab a coffee, or three..." You stood up to head back out through the door.
Walking the streets of Boston on this sunny autumn day, you breathed in the crisp air as you glanced up at the clouds. Something about a cool breeze in the sun invigorated you, it filled you with the belief that good things were on their way to you. At least, you hoped.
You pushed open the door of the bustling Starbucks on the corner. Seeing how long the line was, you closed your eyes and sighed in annoyance. At least the soundtrack was good, currently playing "There is a Light that Never Goes Out" by the Smiths. You bobbed your head, singing quietly to yourself.
"This is a great tune, isn't it?" A warm, smooth, was it familiar? voice said from behind you in the line.
You turned, slightly embarrassed that anyone heard you. You see that the voice had come from a tall, blonde haired man in circular sunglasses. His facial features were sharp, cheek bones high, his jaw angular, a smile that lit the room. A face you would recognize anywhere, for you had seen it on screen so many times before. You inhaled sharply, an attempt to hold your breath harshly to maintain composure.
"Uh, y-yes. Awesome song." You smiled. You took a beat. "You um...sorry, you're Jamie Campbell Bower..." you said, trying to keep as cool as you could.
He smiled as he looked down and then quickly back up. "Guilty, and you are...?"
"Y/N" you answered, smiling back.
"Lovely to meet you." He offered a hand. You brought yours to meet his in a handshake.
"Sorry, I just...I'm a huge fan and...god, this is embarrassing to be doing in a Starbucks at 9am on a Monday." You snorted. "You know what, nevermind. It's just lovely to meet you as well." You smiled.
"Oh, no darling. No need to be embarrassed!" He grabbed your shoulder. "Believe me, there have been far more colorful interactions."
"I'm sure!" You chuckled as the line took a few steps forward. "So, what brings you to Boston? I have to say I'd never thought I'd just...run into you in my city. In a coffee shop."
"Oh, just some meetings really," he put his hands in his coat pockets "and I'm doing a photo shoot with a local photographer. Her schedule was a bit wonky so I've had to come here to her." His pocketed hands flared his coat outward as he gestured to the general area.
"How long are you here for?" you asked.
"Just a week. Have you got any recommendations for places I should check out while I'm here? I've been in the area once, for tour, but I didn't get to get out much aside from playing the gig."
The line moved a few more steps ahead. Your eyes went up to the left, as your head tilted to the right, scanning your brain for suggestions.
"Well, if you are into history, and there's obviously plenty of that here, you can do like, the Freedom Trail tour. If you wanted to find a nice place to go for a nice walk or run, personally, I recommend Castle Island. It used to be an old military fort centuries ago, and the fort is still there, but you can't go in. But it's a loop that goes out into the harbor and you can see planes coming in. I recommend going at sunset. It's just..." you sighed, "beautiful." you smiled. "It's one of my favorite places to just...be, I love it there."
He smiled back at you, his soft, plump lips parting to give way to gleaming teeth. "That does sound lovely!"
You were next in line to order now. You stepped up to the counter.
"Hi, what can I get started for you?" the barista asked, trying her best to be upbeat during this no doubt hellish morning rush.
"Good morning! Could I please get a venti cold brew with oat milk and vanilla?" You asked, pulling out your wallet. A ring-clad hand pushed it back down.
"It's on me, love." Jamie said, smiling.
"Oh, oh no, you don't have to do..." you stuttered.
"No, I don't, but I'd like to!" He held his smile, dipping his chin down towards his chest and tilting his eyes up at you.
"Well...o-okay. Thank you." you blushed.
He nodded, pulled his sunglasses to the top of his head, and stepped up to also order his coffee. A venti iced coffee, oat milk, and two pumps of caramel. He handed the barista his card to pay and gave his name for the order. When she handed the card back, he thanked her with a smile and told her to have a nice day. He held his arm in front of himself, gesturing you to walk in front of him over to the pick up counter. You smiled and nodded your head once, taking a step away from the counter, back towards the crowd by the pick up area.
"Thank you again," you said. "You really didn't have to!"
"Oh, don't worry about it. Thank YOU for your tourist suggestions." His eyebrows lifted, as his eyes held a look of genuine gratitude.
You nearly blushed. You had obviously seen his face before, in pictures, on camera. But in person, he was just beautiful. His pouty lips, deep ocean blue eyes, smooth skin. What on earth was his skin care routine?! You then had a thought.
"You know, another suggestion," you cleared your throat. "I actually work at the Museum of Fine Arts, around the corner. As a thanks for the coffee, I can get you in for free. I mean, if you have time, anyway."
His face lit up. "Really? Oh that would be so lovely! I haven't got anything going on at the moment, actually. Would I be able to pop over this morning?"
"Oh my god, totally! Yeah, right now would be a great time to go too. We're usually totally dead on Monday mornings, so it'd be like you have the whole place to yourself." You chuckled.
His brow furrowed. "Oh, you wouldn't be able to give me the tour?"
Your heart skipped. "You'd want me to show you around?"
"Well, I mean you are now my official Boston guide after all!" He joked.
"Two venti iceds for Jamie!" a barista called, setting down two drinks. Jamie looked up and went over to grab them.
He handed you yours. "So, I'll let you lead the way."
On the short walk back to the museum, you made small talk as you internally were losing your G-D mind over what was happening. Was this real? Was I still sleeping, waiting for my alarm to wake me up this Monday morning? How was I at such the right place at the right time. Why did he take to me so warmly and quickly? You were just a fan of his, and now you're about to have a museum date with him. Well, not a date... but one can dream.
You both walked up the stairs of the massive building that you knew very well. You walked up to the ticket desk ahead of Jamie.
"Hey Marsha!" You smiled at the ticket desk worker you had befriended over your years there. "This is Jamie, he's my guest for today. Could you print him one of my comps?"
"Oh totally. You got it, girl." Marsha said, clicking away on her computer.
Printing sounds soon followed. She handed you the small rectangle ticket. You thanked her with a salute that she also returned. You and Jamie walked up to the security guard who scanned tickets. You flashed your ID badge and reiterated that this was a guest of yours. The guard scanned the ticket and waved you both in.
"So, where do you recommend we start?" Jamie asked, looking around the rotunda and the pieces of art that lined it.
"We actually have a really cool Bosch exhibit on right now! My favorite is the Garden of Earthly Delights. It's so fucking weird." You laughed.
"I love weird, let's do it." Jamie smiled.
You laughed and beckoned him down one of the halls. You spent the next couple hours showing him around, relaying some historical facts about various paintings and artists you had learned here and there over your time working at the museum. He also shared some facts he knew as well. The whole time, it was like you were with an old friend. The organic chemistry and natural flow of your conversations and interactions. You almost forgot that he was a famous actor and rock star. For a couple hours, he was just...your new friend Jamie. You hadn't had such a good time at work in the longest time.
Standing in front of a Van Gogh, Jamie's pocket beeped and he pulled out his phone. He sighed as he looked at the screen, his eyes then looking up to you, twinged with disappointment.
"I've got to go, I'm afraid."
Your stomach sank. "O-oh. Well, duty calls, I suppose." You smiled sheepishly.
He placed a hand on your shoulder. "I've really enjoyed this, though. Thank you so much for taking the time out of your work day and showing me around. I really, really appreciate it." You could feel the warmth of his genuine gratitude.
"I've really enjoyed this too." You wondered if he could see the disappointment in your eyes too.
"Why don't I actually grab your number," he said. "You know, just in case I have any art questions while I'm here." He winked.
"Oooh, asking for my number." You smirked. He chuckled. "Yeah, for sure though. I got you on any art related emergencies." You winked and took his phone to enter your number and send yourself a text.
You walked him to the exit of the museum and he turned to you. "Thank you, again. This was really fun." He smiled.
"Thank you for the coffee." You smiled back.
He opened his arms for a hug, and you obliged. You were engulfed in his warmth. A tight, comforting hug, your head against his chest. He smelled intoxicating. A delicious cologne, mixed with a slight hint of cigarette smoke and mint.
You released each other and looked in the other's eyes. He nodded and you exchanged goodbyes. You watched him descend the step you had both walked up a couple hours prior. Watching him walked away, you stood in a daze, thinking back on the laughs you had shared. You wished you had told him how much he meant to you, how amazed you were by his talent, how much his music inspired you, how much his general outlook on life encouraged you. But perhaps that would have spoiled the time you shared. It was, after all, much nicer to spend the morning with this person who felt like an old friend, rather than the maybe 5 minutes you would have spent gawking at him in the coffee shop.
He disappeared from your line of vision as you turned to head back to your office. You checked the time on your phone. 11:23am. Shit, you thought. You fast walked back to your office.
"Oh you're alive." Allison said, monotone and not looking up from her computer. "Must have been a very large coffee."
You sat down at your desk. "Yeah. I uh, really, really enjoyed my coffee." You smirked up at her. She wouldn't believe you if you told her. Luckily, she didn't get paid enough to care about you wasting company time.
The rest of the work day, you found it so hard to focus. You checked your phone numerous times, hoping to maybe see "Jamie" pop up. But you knew he was busy doing work things, and in truth, you knew you likely wouldn't hear from him again.
-5:08pm. Monday.-
You waved goodbye to Marsha at the ticket desk as she closed up show, mouthing "thank you" to her, acknowledging the comp ticket she had given you earlier.
You walked outside, toward the train station to start your commute to your apartment. On the train, you glanced out the window as you stood, holding on to the silver poles placed throughout the crowded train. What a day it had been. The best Monday you had ever had.
As you approached the door of your apartment, you felt your pocket buzz. You took in a sharp breath, slowly reaching for the device. You had a text from Jamie. You blinked a few times, making sure your screen-saturated eyes were reading this correctly after hours staring into your work computer. Your eyes did not deceive you. You opened the text.
"Hey Y/N! I hope the rest of your day at work wasn't too bad. I thought I'd let you know that I'm interested in checking out that castle place you mentioned to catch the sunset. I thought maybe you'd like to join me if you're free? I remembered you did say it was one of your favorite spots. What do you think? x"
No way, you thought to yourself. He wanted to hang out again, in the same day? You leaned against the wall outside of your apartment as you went to formulate your response.
"Jamie! That sounds wonderful, actually. I would love to join. :)" You wrote back.
Three little dots popped up instantly. "Awesome. :) What is your address, love? I'll uber over and we can head there together. x"
You sent him the address to your apartment and finalized the timing. Hastily entering your overpriced studio apartment, you threw your bag down on your bed and rushed to freshen yourself up. You were so excited to be with Jamie again. He gave you a comfort you had never experienced with anyone else. Whatever that meant, you wanted to chase it. The idea of anything happening with him was not out of the realm of your imagination, he was gorgeous after all. But even if you ended up becoming true good friends from this chance encounter, that would mean the world to you.
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End of part one! Let me know if you're interested in a part two. I don't think this is going to go beyond three parts. Things may get smutty too, as a warning... but uh... yeah lemme know what y'all are feeling! Thanks for reading. :)
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Request: hi!! This is probably super weird but can you do more Jamie/ Henry/ Vecna/ Jamie characters.. like Jace too as well maybe? Idk if that’s your vibe but I’d adore it if you wrote more Jamie stuff pls! Tysm lovieee, have a good day!
A/N: thank you for the request!! Not weird at all lovely! I fucking love writing Jamie characters like AH so I’ll totally try doing some more, although I can’t promise that the characterisation will be great but hey ho. I hope this is okay! I’m attempting to not recycle ideas over and over so here’s a better version of something I’ve tried to write before… but shorter? Sorry LMAO, I’ve had like no motivation to write lately so that’s why it’s died down a lot… but… I hope this works? Much love, Amber xx
Trigger warnings: mention of blood, bodies, kinda fucked up things… it’s the laboratory we’re talking about so I’m sure you know how fucked up that place it… but still- just a warning- read at your own discretion!
“Come,”
The man’s voice echoed through the tunnels, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist as he practically dragged you with him. How did you get into this situation? Well… it was a lot to process. A massacre had occurred in Hawkins Laboratory. The few remaining doctors, and some orderlies, dressed in white scurried around- yelling at each other, whereas armed guards were searching the premise for the two escapees: Henry creel and Y/n Y/l/n or as everyone else knew you: 001 and 002. Two very dangerous individuals who were capable of mass murder. “One… we’re in danger.” Your shaky voice whispered out to him and his eyes flicked down to you, eyes dangerous pools of blue. The eyes that held so much trauma- hurt… absolute agony. Both of you had known such pain and it wasn’t fair. On either of you. Brenner had inflicted an impossibly cruel amount of pain onto you both… and to think he promised to take care of you. What a lie.
“Where are we supposed to-“ the man abruptly stopped, turning to look at you, you nearly plummeting straight into his chest but his large hands resting upon your shoulders forced you to come to an abrupt stop “two, do you trust me?” He stared deeply into your eyes his brows slightly furrowed but in the subtlest of ways the crease between both brows proving his concern for the situation but he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t worried. He was determined to get you both out of there… Brenner had stolen your lives away from you… ripping it away in such a cruel manner. Brainwashing you all. But that came to a stop now… Brenner wouldn’t be able to do that ever again. Or so henry hoped. You gawked at him unable to quite process his words “two I need an answer. Verbal. Do. You. Trust… me?” His eyes were intimidating, like a wild animal awaiting to pounce on its prey… but he just wanted to make sure he had made the right decision on you. Slowly your head began to nod, before a soft “yes.” Left your lips and the smallest and most subtlest of smiles tugged at his lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up, before he nodded “good.”
And then the both of your were off, once again, sprinting down the similar corridors. Over and over again. They were never ending… his long legs practically made it impossible for you to keep up, his grip on you tight so much so it stung slightly but it had nothing but good intentions: he wasn’t letting you fall behind. “We’re nearly there y/n. Nearly there.” The blonde assured and you nodded not uttering a word for your lungs were trying to focus on breathing all until that fear that once remained hidden started to creep up little by little, voices shouting, you made a split decision that you certainly regretted- you took a glance over your shoulder seeing about six guards, flashlights flicking up and down from how they were running and your eyes instantly widened in fear, your breath catching in your throat “come! We need to leave! Come!” Henry’s voice wavered slightly as he raised his voice at you, and you began sprinting, the guards yelling your names… or well- names was a joke- more like numbers. Because to them you were both nothing more than stupid numbers… how pathetically stupid. His breathing was heavy as he ran with you, his hand now on the middle of your back, forcing you to run faster- run in front of him so nothing could happen to you. It wasn’t something he showed often but it was care. Some type of care.
You both ran for your lives, running and running until eventually you both tumbled out of two double doors that lead to the darkness outside. The air was cold and winter-y, smelling of freshly fallen rain. “C’mon. We can’t stop.” He urged and you nodded immediately rushing in the direction of the woods that surrounded the laboratory. You wanted to try and take everything in but you physically couldn’t… it was all so much… your eyes were wide. Like a deer caught in headlights, you didn’t know how the hell to react. But then your eyes scanned along the grass and to multiple body bags that held one or more children… your stomach churned… they were already clearing out the bodies? Tears gleamed in your eyes and your breath hitched. Why did you care for them still? After all this time? You wished you knew… but you didn’t… it was uselessly pathetic. Your fearful eyes stared at the bodies of the lifeless children “two, we need to go.” His voice growled out clearly trying to stay quiet but you were stuck in a trance… they were only kids… they didn’t deserve it… Henry was desperate to leave but he also attempted to see why you were so effected. Sure it was traumatic… but they shouldn’t of mattered to you. He saw how they corrupted you. How they hurt you…. Why did you even give a damn? None of your tears should’ve been shed over them. You didn’t care for them, no, the care was simply all in your head. Nothing more nothing less. “They’re dead….” Your voice was strained, full of agony, “I know. Don’t look. They don’t matter.” His tone disregarded your emotions, there wasn’t any point in getting emotionally attached to dead people… they were gone. Time couldn’t be rewound. “Two,” his voice for your attention and you looked at him “you trust me… right?” There was that question again, even if he didn’t realise it, he was manipulating you. Manipulating you into going with him… into not caring. It was cruel. But he was saving you. He had saved you. He wasn’t letting you screw this up…
“I-“ “I know you do, 002. That’s why we’re leaving. Now. Come on.” He demanded guards shouting becoming clear and he nudged you forward as the two of you began rushing into the woods “where are we going to go?” You asked quietly but he didn’t respond, he just stayed quiet as you both tore through the woods attempting to find safety but safety didn’t exist. Safety was within the laboratory but Henry and you knew that wasn’t the truth… sure it had been beaten into your weary minds each and every day, suffering dark torture daily, but you both knew better than to trust the cruel man. Was this the beginning of the end? Was this finally when the pain would stop? You hoped so… and so the two fugitives walked for miles. Walking for minutes. Minutes that slowly turned into hours… and soon enough the darkness began to fade, the hue of the sunlight gleaming in the empty lifeless sky…. No birds flew… no nothing… it was simply a blue sky which reflected Henry’s eyes perfectly, his eyes were no longer a raging storm no…. His eyes were calm, empty, numb, peaceful… maybe his pain would stop now? But he knew that not to be true… they could pray and hope that everything would work out in the end but realistically it wouldn’t… because of one simple factor: two broken people couldn’t fix each other. If anything they made each other bleed further and that wasn’t good… but he had chosen to take you. To allow you to have freedom. Why he had spared your life he wasn’t sure… maybe it was for his own needs. Maybe he was greedy. Power hungry. Maybe he did want that power he never had. But now he had all the power in the world. He saw the courage in you. How capable you were. He wanted to use that… maybe it was ill intention but strength of two “freaks” so to speak was unmatchable. He wanted Brenner dead as much as you wanted him dead… and you both would kill him. Maybe not today… or tomorrow… or next week… but whenever it would happen it would be worth it.
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Soon enough your legs were burning, your chest too, your lungs practically grasping on for dear life. “We’ve got to be careful. Cautious. Understood?” You nodded, following after him, as the both of you entered a rundown motel. It didn’t seem to be occupied at all. In fact it was completely empty. No one on the front desk… he had hit the jackpot but all at the same time that doubt haunted you both. What if it was nothing but a trap? You watched him grab a random key “second floor.” He muttered, and you nodded, you didn’t know why he had chosen the second floor but he did. He was being tactical. Clever… if they came searching they’d searching bottom to top. It would give you and Henry time to form an escape plan.
You wandered silently with him, until eventually coming to the room, watching him open the door- holding it open for you. There were two separate beds, small and tiny, but you didn’t care. You situated yourself on one of the beds before you laid down knowing you had to be rested… no words were spoken for a while. There wasn’t much to talk about. Sure you were overthinking and so was he but neither of you saw a reason to share that… “henry?” You muttered out… you didn’t hear any response yet you felt his piercing gaze on you, he was awaiting your next words, watching you “why didn’t you kill me?” The man was slightly taken aback by your words but his face barely flinched as he soon answered calmly “because you have potential.” Those words although good made your heart sink as you began to overthink his words… he hadn’t killed you simply because of your potential… your potential in killing. He knew what you could do… he wanted to see how much stronger you could get… but it left a bad taste in your mouth… was he using you? Was that it? He only made you leave with him just so he could use you? You stared at him eyes full of questions yet no question left your lips, instead a simple “okay” fell from your mouth before you turned over, back facing him and he found himself just staring at your back… the silence was comfortable yet a tension lingered in the air, like a thick thunder cloud… but you saw your worth. You were a number… simple… you were only still breathing just so you could be used… how dehumanising…
Part two coming soon x
Excuse how lame that ending was, it’s 2:26 in the morning and I need to be up at 5 so just take this… I hope it’s okay ahhaha, thank you for the request! Love you all x
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“How does it make you feel?”
Feel? Nothing. And everything. Every fucking thing. The words stung. But yet he was inflamed. His skin tingled , and he was sure he would have fallen if he wouldn't have been leaning against the wall.
He wasn't able to answer. To put the feelings into words. But he knew that there were tears with the raindrops on his face.
“Of course it fucking hurts. And you need to feel everything. Every ounce of the pain.”
He wished nothing more than his mind to be numb now. The fingers were drawing things out of him he didn't remember existing. Things he didn't want.
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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*
I had fun doing this! ♡
when did you post your first ever fanfic?
January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)
first character you wrote for:
Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol
main character(s) you’re currently writing for:
Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)
character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:
Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow
fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:
Harrow & Stranger Things
platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:
Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)
romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:
I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)
your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):
whump, hurt/comfort & angst
your current platform where you post your works:
tap HERE for my AO3
snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:
should be posted hopefully within the next few days!
But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.
* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.
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Hope, bestie, friend, love of my fanfic reading life. ENTER YOUR MORTAL INSTRUMENTS ERA AGAIN!
Because if and when you want to write again. Jace wayland, all I’m saying is, make those teenage hope dreams come true through fanfic!
Aka
Getting railed by Jamie Campbell bower in a greenhouse while the soft voice of demi lovato plays in the background.
Or he could be mean and nasty but in that romance novel way where it’s because he’s so in love with you it makes him angry. And then he rails you in a greenhouse while soft music plays.
Sorry I just, I’m so happy people are on the Jamie train again. Because that man, that some how 33 year old man, deserves all the praise, all the love.
It’s like when rami malek was Freddie mecury and suddenly people realized how amazing of an actor he is and how good mr robot was.
Weirdly enough both were in twilight. I love it I just.
Jamie could literally murder me and I’d just
“Yeah this is fine. I’m sure you had your reasons”
I REALLY AM ABOUT TO I SWEAR!! I HAVE THE DVD AND I’M SO TEMPTED TO WATCH IT AGAIN FOR THE 76th TIME !!!
oh my god no actually I’m so tempted to, like if I wrote for Jace Wayland / Herondale (JCB edition ofc) like would anyone even read it?? bc I just might…
I’m sensing a theme here bestie, like we all just wanna be railed by Jace in that greenhouse huh? that one specific fantasy has literally lived in my head rent free for nearly a decade
honestly please don’t apologise, I am absolutely here to the Jamie resurgence! like I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ve actually followed his career since 2013, like he’s been my one constant love when other obsessions have come and gone, he’s always been a steady love in my life, so I am so beyond happy to see him getting more love and recognition bc honestly there’s no one who deserves it more <3
lmao it’s way I’m still so shook every time I look at Caius in Twilight bc like I know that’s Jamie but it still throws me bc he looks so different
big mood, that man could literally do anything to me and I’d simply thank him for his time
- hope
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psst i talk about my thoughts about penelope and her relationships while watching 3.08 under the cut (semi garvez) read if you want!
currently watching lucky again and omg poor penelope. like i always knew the whole "hot guy asked me out and ended up trying to k*ll me" thing got to her but wow. she was so excited at first and then morgan and the whole "he's too hot for me" thing happened and she believed it, albeit hesitantly and i think without too much thought. i say that because so quickly her opinion changed when the thing morgan implied was suddenly said out loud and had actual words and meaning. so she changes her mind and asks out the hot guy, has an okay time, only for him to go and pew pew her!
now i haven't watched the exact scene yet, but later when kevin shows up and they talk, i remember her being intrigued, but not so nervous about this guy and a potential romance as she was before. he's not hot (actually kinda ugly imo, especially in the beginning). so she takes what she can get with this semi okay dude because already she believes she can't get a good, attractive guy. (i can't decide if her relationship with kevin would ultimately help in terms of "he wanted to be in a serious committed relationship with her" but either way, fuck kevin)
i fully believe she took the morgan thing to heart and (canon) had a crush on him before this. afterwards, i think those feelings sort of fizzled out but she kept the friendship obviously. so morgan marries this hot leggy doctor and she can't find anything like that that sticks.
lo and behold, luke alvez makes his appearance and boy is he obsessed with her! everyone else sees the chemistry and the potential, but not her. nope. even if she did recognize it, she most certainly convinces herself it's not there. yeah, maybe he won't end up m*rdering her, but there's no way such a hot guy could be interested, considering what happened last time. fast forward, he actually asks her out! (my headcanon thanks to fanfics is she overthought and convinced herself it was just a friend thing beforehand, to which jj told her otherwise). she would have such a hard time convincing herself that this was real and i think it would be a big thing in the beginning of their relationship (and he would definitely do everything he could to help and prove how serious he is)
oh and semi related, i think it is SO adorable how she was nervous when jcb asked her out in SUCH a similar way to when luke did (stammering etc) but so much more with luke. she was in fact speechless and i love that he can accomplish that
i don't actually remember what the point of saying all this was but it's going on my reasoning for her friend zoning him theory. like she knows she's hot, obviously (bc she is) but ugh i hate to think that she's so insecure about her relationships but i truly believe she is. that's terrible.
oh and before you say "bestie we know," i know that, i just needed to verbalize this because nobody irl loves garvez or penelope as much as i do and i know i can count on tumblr so thanks
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A little work in progress for my Jamie Bower fanfic, which is going to be posted on archiveofourown (also watching rachelwrites because she gives me motivation lol).
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Chapter 3: A Taste of Intrigue
Jamie x female!reader fanfic
(fluff, safe for under 18)
Click here for chapter 2 if you missed it.
Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.
Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.
“Shit, Jamie. This is a fancy place I thought it was just a small restaurant! I am not dressed for this!” I nervously adjust my denim jacket covering my casual white dress that has a little paint stain on it.
There's no way he actually brought me here. I've heard people talk amazing things about this place. Heck, celebrities were seen dining in this very restaurant. Even with the place blasted with air-conditioner, I still feel beads of sweat forming on my back and my palms where I'm discreetly trying to wipe off on my dress. I'm sure no one is looking at me but I can't help but to telepathically apologize to everyone for the way I look. I promise I can look better than this. I'm so sorry everyone, please give me a chance. Yet, everyone just keeps eating and talking to each other mindlessly.
“Stop it. You’re beautiful,” he touches my shoulder to reassure me. His fingers graze on my hand as he lowers his and sends my feet frozen in place. “You always are.”
Before I could say anything, he's already making his way to talk to the hostess. “Jamie Bower reservation, table for two?”
“Yes, sir. Right this way,” the beautiful hostess ushers us to the table, admiring the man in front of her. He really has a certain allure that draws people's attention. Whether it's the way he's dressed, his charisma or confidence, I can't quite figure it out. Either way, the hostess' admiration is evident to them and it only draws my interest of the man behind that dazzling smile.
As we settle into our seats at the table, my mind buzzes with curiosity. Lots of questions are running through my head. He has a fancy car, great fashion sense, and now he's interested in a small town and a simple painting class. Why would someone like him even bothered to join something like that?
“Jamie, can I… can I ask you something?” I lean in to whisper.
His face turns serious, “What is it?”
“Are you… are you… rich?” I whisper in a hushed tone.
He starts laughing and clutching his chest. “No, darling I’m not. My parents are though. I'm just lucky enough to get to treat a friend tonight.”
I laugh in ease. “Well, how sweet of you. Alright, next time you’re paying for my coffee instead.”
“No, I’m paying for dinner,” as he grabs his menu to his chest and gives that sickeningly sweet grin again.
"Well, if you insist," I return the smile to him.
Everything feels so much more at ease with our playful banter. Jamie really has a way of lightening up the mood. However, a sudden realization dawns upon me.
That cliché notion of a man paying for dinner makes me wonder if there's a romantic interest behind it. Although, Adrian did pay for our dinner one time after closing the bookstore and it was definitely not a date. I find myself overanalyzing the situation and questioning Jamie's intention behind this. Should I assume it's a date? What if I'm misinterpreting everything? I mean, would it be so bad if it is?
Before letting the excitement bubbling up to my chest, I shut it down immediately. I shouldn't get ahead of myself.
I face towards him again. He's tapping his fingers on his chin now, scanning the menu and still trying to decide what to get. He doesn't seem to notice my train of thoughts.
“Thanks for bringing me here. I didn’t expect our random café meet up would bring me to this place. It’s nice," breaking our moment of silence. I'm still finding myself looking around the beautiful restaurant once again. It has an overlooking view of the radiant sunset in the ocean.
“My pleasure,” his hand closer to mine on the table. His long slender fingers brush against mine. Every little touch from him sends an electric shock down my spine.
“You know, you were about to leave immediately. I was trying to find a way to make you stay,” he slowly sips on the wine poured for us. “I could really use a friend and I'd love to get to know you more," he adds on.
Friend. The word flutters in my chest as I wonder if it's just a friendly gesture or there's more to it beneath the surface. I quickly shake the thoughts away and casually pulls my hand to fix my hair and hoping he doesn't notice my nervous gesture.
The waiter finally comes to take our orders. My appetite goes for the ravioli while Jamie goes for the Chicken Parmigiana. Jamie raises his eyebrows excitingly at me while his hand rubbing on his stomach. I let out a small giggle.
"You know, I've heard so much about this restaurant. I've always wanted to try this place," I say, feeling more at ease as we continue our lighthearted banter.
"Oh, you're in for a treat," Jamie replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
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“Okay, come here you need to try this,” he gets some of his chicken to his fork and lifts it up towards me.
“No, Jamie. Don’t be silly,” I shake my head and laughs at his demeanor.
“Ah, ah- I’m not gonna stop until you try it. Come on.” He’s still trying to get me to open my mouth.
“Jamie, I don’t think-“
“Oh come on, y/n. Come on, come on, come on-“ he pleads, lips pouting now.
“Alright! Alright! You silly bean,” I take a bite immediately. He smiles in triumph and waits for a reaction.
My eyes widen. He's right. It is good.
“Uh huh. What did I tell you??” his hand gesturing himself knowing he’s right.
“Woah, what did they put in this food??” I swallow after the burst of different flavors in my taste buds.
“I’m telling you! You need to trust me more a little, y/n.” His fork now playfully swinging at me.
The playful banter continues, but beneath the surface, curiosity still creeps into my head. Can I trust him? It's true that we spend time together in class and have shared some connections, but there's a part of him that remains a mystery.
In class, Jamie is often quiet and reserved. Yet, in our interactions outside of class, he's charming, attentive, and full of life. I can't help but wonder which version of him is the real one.
“What, you’re not gonna let me taste yours too?”
I jump a little.
“My…” and I notice his glances shifted from my eyes and towards my plate.
“MY FOOD,” I exclaim a little too loud. “Here if you want it soooo bad,” I tease him and pushes my plate a little closer to him. Jamie’s eyebrows furrow and squints at me.
“Not like that, darling.” He closes his eyes and opens his mouth.
I can feel my cheeks are getting warm again. A little grateful that his eyes are closed as my blood are rushing quickly towards my face. I pick up some of my ravioli on the fork on one hand and another under his chin to avoid making a mess.
“Oh yes, that’s amazing." His face making an exaggerated satisfied look. "Tastes about the same as the first five times I’ve had it here,” he adds, trying to contain his laughter this time.
“For goodness sake, Jamie!!!” my hand on my forehead now, covering myself in embarrassment.
He finally lets out a laugh. “Aw come on, y/n. You know I can’t help myself," he pulls my arm away from my face gently. His fingers feel warm on my bare skin under the cold air of the restaurant.
We spend the rest of the dinner sharing more stuff about each other. Jamie eventually opens up about the passion that he has in music. He looks so animated and full of joy from talking about songwriting, singing, playing the guitar to playing the piano. He even talks about a few music he puts out with his old band which was basically his younger brother, Sam and a few other friends.
"I'd love for you to listen to my stuff whenever you get the chance to," still talking in excitement. I nod in agreement.
He reels me in even deeper into who he is. Jamie's artistic heart runs deep, and it's not limited to just painting. His passion for music is evident in the way his face lights up and his whole demeanor changes when he describes it. It's like a different side of him emerges, in a good way. As much as he likes painting, he still feels like he has to constantly work to be good whereas with music, Jamie seems to have a natural talent that comes effortlessly.
He's not just a quiet guy that I thought I knew. He's so multifaceted with depths that I'm only starting to discover and I'm excited for it.
After we continue the night with more funny stories from class, we finally realize how late it is. Time really does fly when you're having a good time.
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Chapter 4
Woo! You're finally getting to know Jamie a little better after wondering about him for a while. How will the dinner end for you guys? Can this friendship turn into something more or is one of you guys still aren't ready for that? What do you think? Let me know :)
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Say Please
The request:
helloo, can i request smut with jamie where he and y/n are laying in their bedroom watching something and suddenly she becomes needyy and starts kissing him and jamie asks her "what's going on with you today, hm?" and she's like "i just need u"😮💨
A/N- soooo I don’t write a lot of smut. Feed back would be greatly appreciated or tips on how to do it better. I hope you enjoy 😅
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Warning this is smut.
In your head, you've pictured fucking your boyfriend to the point of exhaustion at least 20 times in the last hour. It would help if you said something to him, but you tend to be a bit shyer than him when it comes to sex. Usually, he would initiate, and you would follow.
You and Jamie were lying in bed watching a tv show that you couldn't focus on. All you could think about was how nice his dick would feel inside you.
An idea pops into your head. You scoot closer to Jamie, wrapping your leg around his waist, gently grinding against his hip bone. He thinks you're being cute and cuddly; his arm falls around you and pulls you close. You sigh with defeat. Slowly sitting up, your knees find themselves around his waist. His eyes watch in amusement; He knows what you want but wants you to tell him. You shift your weight onto your hands and hover before gently kissing his lips; he is quite surprised when he feels your tongue grazing his bottom lip, practically begging for more. His hands slowly make their way up your thighs, and with each touch, you can feel your body tingle in excitement.
When you pull from Jamie and catch your breath, he asks, "What's going on with you today?"
You bite your bottom lip, worried that you've done something he didn't want. Your eyes shy away from him. "I just… I need you."
"Do you?" He seductively says. "Show me how much you need me." You feel him harden under his jeans. He lustfully watches you rub against his clothed dick. His hands wander up your shirt, cupping your breast. He softly moans. You pull your shirt off and throw it to the side of your bed, collapsing your hands over his. "Jamie," You whine. "Help."
"Take your pants off."
You smile, knowing you're going to get what you want. Jamie pulls you down to the edge of the bed by your hips. His blue eyes darken as they wander over your body. He sits on his knees face to face with your pretty cunt. Jamie doesn't hesitate to bring his mouth to your underwear. He bites the side and drags them down your legs. He tosses them to the ground.
He notices your legs have closed like you're hiding your beautiful body from him. He gently opens Your legs, revealing a delicate flower. He smiles with amazement. "Is this all for me?" He runs his finger down your opening, causing you to gasp.
"Mhm." That is all you can manage to get out. "Jamie," You arch your back. "Please." You whimper.
He watches you grab handfuls of sheets your hips continue to buck toward him. "What do you need, hm?"
"You." You whine again. "Please, touch me."
"That's it; use your words, darling. What do you want?" He taunts. He turns his head to kiss your thigh. He's getting lower and lower, teasing you; he spreads your legs wider and leaves sweet kisses on your bundle of nerves. Your breath leaves your lungs; your body shivers with delight. "Fuck." You moan. "Your mouth. I want your mouth, please." Your eyes squeeze shut when you feel his tongue swirling around your clit. "Mmm fuck. That's perfect." You feel your stomach muscles tighten when his finger enters you.
"You're so wet." He moans, pulling his mouth away from your pulsating core. "Scoot back." He drops your legs from his shoulders.
Frustrated, you groan. Until you realize Jamie's shirt is off, and he's unbuttoning his pants. Second, later, he's hovering over your body. You lower your hand and soft stroke him. His moans set your body on fire. He pulls out of your hand, rubbing the head of his cock on your entrance. "Fuck," He slowly pushes through your folds, almost cumming the minute your walls tighten around him. He roughly bottoms out and holds his position, small and quick thrust making sure you were allowed enough friction.
"I'm close." Euphoria tingles through your body as a wave of heaven flushes through you. Jamie smiles and lets you use his dick to ride out your climax. He doesn't think twice about putting your leg over his shoulder to get deeper. You moan for him even though you're exhausted. His pace quickens, chasing his climax. "Oh," he bites his bottom lip.
"God, your dick feels so good." You encourage. "Yes, please. Fill me up with your cum."
That was enough to push him over the edge. You feel his liquid fill you; his movements become slower and sloppier. His body shakes as he puts your leg back on the bed. He tightly grips your knees for balance to finish slowly thrusting through his orgasms. He collapses beside you trying to catch his breath. "Fuck, I love you."
You giggle as you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
You start towards the bathroom, "I need to clean up the mess you left in me."
He pulls the sheets up to his waist, grinning like the proud man he was; he reminds you, "You're the one that begged for me to fill you up."
"I'm not complaining," You chuckle, "I feel better now."
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HI HI love i just wanted to ask when can we expect your next work? I don't want to rush u!!! just curious<33
Hi love <33 I’m very sorry for not posting in so long, I expected to be finished most of my stuff already, but I’ve been having lots of issues with school and my mental health lately. Right now, not failing all my classes is kind of my top priority, and I haven’t had much free time to write, let alone the motivation. My writing is honestly pretty shit right now, and I really don’t want to post something that looks like it was written by a ten year old 😅 I’m really hoping I’ll be able to get caught up in school and start writing again soon, but thank you all so much for being so patient with me, it really means a lot! ❤️❤️❤️
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A Chance Meeting pt. 2
Hello hello! Thank you so much for the love on part one. <3
If you want to go back to it, it's here. Part three is here.
Enjoy part two! It's a long one. Though, I think the first part was long too. The next, and I think final part, will be a doozy as well...
Synopsis: By chance, you meet the person you've admired most from afar, Jamie Campbell Bower. By luck, a friendship blossoms. Or perhaps...more? Over the course of a whirlwind week, your wildest dreams start to become reality.
Warnings: Swears.
-6:30pm. Monday.-
"Oh, here is fine!" you call to the Uber driver.
The car comes to a stop, you and Jamie open your respective doors and step out, thanking the driver for his ride. You look to Jamie as he comes around the back of the car to join you at your side. The breeze blew his hair backward, revealing his stunning features once again. You couldn't help but stare as he looked out toward the water of the harbor, and the loop of a walkway that jetted out into it.
"I see why you like this place." He said, not moving his glance from the scenery.
You smiled and grabbed his jacket sleeve, as he turned his head to look at you. "Let's explore."
The two of you begun your stroll, walking first toward the large beige fort that sat atop a short hill, surrounded by black metal fencing. There was a small loop, around this fort, that then lead into a wide loop that stretched out into the harbor. A small resting point sat out in the far end of the loop in the water. You walked side by side, chatting and laughing, once again as if you were old friends.
You rounded the fort and begun your walk on the main loop, walking out towards the ocean, as the sunset finally began painting the sky in hues of orange, red, and pink. People whizzed by you on bikes, roller skates, on foot as they ran, quite a few people walking their dogs, or strolling with their young children. And yet, it felt like it was only you and Jamie.
"I usually like to stop and sit here for a bit, and just...you know, take it all in. If that's alright?" You say, halting your movement at the edge of the stone resting area out in the sea.
"Oh, absolutely. The sunset looks marvelous right now." Jamie smiled.
You nodded and climbed atop the wall, swinging your legs over the edge, dangling above the water below. Jamie followed your action, settling on to the edge next to you. You both sat in silence for a few moments, gazing up to the sky, watching the light changing among the clouds. You took in a deep breath as you closed your eyes, exhaling with a slight smile. You looked over to Jamie and noticed him staring.
"What, is my hair all crazy right now?" You snorted, reaching for your hair, referring to the salty winds coming off the ocean.
"Well, yes," he chuckled, as he reached up to move a piece of your hair that was sideways across your forehead. "But it's just nice to see someone so at peace, in their element."
You bit your lip as you smiled and looked down, feeling your cheeks blush. Your heart had pounded in your chest when he moved your hair from your face. Something so small, yet felt so intimate. You took in a breath.
"You know," you began. "I just want say that today has honestly meant the world to me." Jamie cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head in question. "Just...you know, your music has helped me through some really tough times. I even cover one of your songs in my set when I play. And your general positivity and wisdom that you've gained through things you've been through has been really inspiring in my life. I just never thought I'd get to meet you, let alone spend a day with you. I...I don't know where I'm going with this." you chuckled. "I just want to thank you, I guess. For everything, for being you."
Jamie's face melted into a smile with eyes tilted downward, almost as if he were about to cry. "Aw, man. Y/N...that is so kind to say. Thank you for being you, you brave girl. Come here." He pulled you into a tight hug, caressing your back and pressing his cheek against yours.
He released you, keeping a hand on your arm. "Tell me more about your music! I've got to hear you play!" His eyes gleamed.
"Well, I uh...I've got a show on Friday. I'm playing with my band Sucker Punch at a bar called O'Brien's."
"Oh, I'm there." He smiled. "Front row. I'll be your groupie." He winked.
You chuckled and looked back out across the water. Your hands rested next to each other's, flat against the cold stone, as you watched the last bit of sunset fade from the sky, into dusk. Your pinky fingers were within a centimeter, and it you found yourself longing for them to find their way to each other in touch.
After some time, you acknowledged the darkness, and got down from the wall to finish out your walk. The rest of your stroll was just as enjoyable as the first half. As you reached the point where you had begun the journey, Jamie pulled out his phone to call another Uber to bring you home. You wished you could both stay here forever.
Pulling up to your apartment building, you and Jamie exchanged another firm hug as you said your good nights. This time, he placed a quick peck on your cheek, causing you to blush. You thanked him for the evening, and he thanked you in return. You stood at the doorway, watching the car drive away before you turned to head up to your apartment.
You settle into your bed, staring up at the ceiling, catching yourself longing for him to be lying beside you...
-8:04pm. Friday.-
You stared back at yourself in the mirror hanging in the bathroom of O'Brien's Pub, checking your stage makeup. Jamie had texted that he was on his way. He had texted you every day since Monday. You had even met for dinner yesterday since he was back near the museum at the end of your work day. This was week had felt like a fever dream. You were devastated that it was coming to an end tonight, as he was leaving tomorrow afternoon. And it weighed on you.
You were more nervous than usual to perform tonight. You knew you would be performing Jamie's "Letters to the Lost" in your set, while he was in attendance. You also just wanted him to like your original music. It's always easier to perform for friends and strangers than one of your heroes.
Knock knock.
"Y/N, you almost ready?" Tyler, your drummer yelled through the door.
You turned and flipped the lock to open the door. "Ready." You smiled.
The both of you walked down the hallway out into the main area of the bar. You paused to scan the crowd for your tall, blonde guest. Suddenly, he walked through the front door, also scanning the faces. You stuck your arm up in the air to wave. He saw you and gave a wide smile as he politely pushed through the bar-goers toward you. His arms swung around you in a hug.
"Y/N! Look at this crowd! Are you excited?" His head went from left to right, taking in his surroundings.
"Hell yes! A little nervous, but feeling amped." You nodded.
"You're gonna kill it, absolutely smash it." He placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey look, I've got to go set up. But find yourself a good spot and I'll see you from the stage." You winked.
He saluted you and nodded as you turned to head up to the stage. You hopped up on the elevated floor they had as a stage, plugged your guitar in, sound checked your mic, and huddled with your band to say a chant, as you did before each performance. The lights dimmed and your lead guitarist nodded to the sound guy, who gave a thumbs up. You looked over to your right and saw Jamie standing with a glass of water, looking directly at you. You turned back to the front and stepped up to your mic, and hit a chord as your band followed suit.
"Hey, we're Sucker Punch, thanks for coming out tonight. Let's fucking tear this shit up." The hum of the chord faded as your drummer hit his sticks up to tempo and you exploded into your first song.
Jamie's head immediately started bobbing as the crowd started bouncing around him. He smiled as you sang out your first lyrics. Your voice powerful and controlled, a handful of people sang along with you, knowing the words. As your set went on, Jamie seemed to be enjoying himself, which made you feel so much better. As your set list reached it's end you stepped back up to the mic.
"Okay...so, we've got one more for you guys." There were audible sounds of disappointment from the crowd. "Oh shit," you laughed. "Thank you guys. But I'm sorry, we've only got so many songs!"
You looked over to Jamie, still smiling. You cleared your throat.
"So this last song isn't by us. It's from uh...a good friend of mine. And for this one, I'm gonna get the boys a break." Your band set their gear down and hopped down off the stage. "You can find them back there by our merch table. Be sure to come by and say hello. But uh, this one is called Letters to the Lost. Thank you for being here tonight."
You looked back to Jamie, his face filled with surprise. Closing your eyes and taking a breath, you began the chords. You started singing, emotion filling your every utterance. You hammered on to your guitar as you cried out the chorus, you felt tears welling up as you continued, with every word waying heavy on you. Looking over at Jamie during a part without you singing, you could have sworn you saw his own eyes looking glassy. By the end of the song, tears had spilled over to your cheeks. The crowd clapped and cheered as you wiped your face with your sleeve.
"Thank you for tonight. Be good to each other. Get home safe everyone." You said as you bowed and set your guitar down.
You jumped off the stage, and before even turning to go to Jamie, you were engulfed by a warm body. It was a familiar scent.
"You were fucking incredible, darling!" Jamie yelled, rocking you side to side in excitement before letting you go. "And oh my god, Letters to the Lost...Y/N, just amazing. Fuck. Thank you so much for that. You had me welling up, love." He smiled.
"I'm just so glad you liked the show! I'm so happy you came, Jamie. Really, thank you." You looked up at him.
"I'm glad I came too." He held your gaze for a moment, you felt a surge of electricity in your body.
He stood by your merch table as you and your band spoke with people and sold shirts and CDs, watching you interact with friends and new fans. He seemed to be beaming. You couldn't decipher what it was, but there was a certain look in his eyes. A look you wanted to never leave, whatever it was.
As the live music crowd dwindled, leaving only the bar rats, you and the band packed up your merch and instruments, with Jamie helping and being friendly with your musical compatriots. As you put the last of your stuff into your drummer's car, the bar owner walked up to you and handed you your cut of the night's profits. You thanked him and gave each band member their share and waved them off as they headed off, leaving just you and Jamie in alley behind the bar.
"So," Jamie started. "Now what?"
"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders upward. "Any ideas?"
"Well, if you're up for it, maybe you can join me at the hotel for a drink? I mean, none for me, obviously. But since I'm leaving tomorrow I figured we could try and drag tonight out a bit?" He tilted his head.
"Hmm, trying to get me drunk, are you?" You smirked.
He rolled his eyes. "You caught me!" He chuckled. "No, I just thought maybe a glass of wine and some conversation at the hotel bar as a night cap?"
You smiled. "You know, that does sound great right now. I'd love to."
"It's a date, then."
A surge of electricity ran through your body again. A date? You thought. You could feel your heartbeat speed up as he put an arm around you and turned to begin walking.
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End of part two! Thank you for reading!
Now, the next and final part, there will likely be sexual situations...so if you're into that, stick around... ;)
If not, though, you've been warned. And thanks for reading up to now!
#jamie campbell bower imagine#jamie campbell bower fanfic#jamie campbell bower x reader#jamie bower#peter ballard#001 stranger things#vecna#jcb#jamie campbell bower#jamie campbell bower x you#a chance meeting
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I'm realizing now that JCB (if he knows about them) probably appreciates *those* 001 fanfics cause of that particular account he follows on Instagram 💀
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