#//pretend the gif looks like Jamie since that is what he's doing at the end

[damiansgoodgirll]

Okay can I make a request for la knight? Inspired by the song maybe next time by Jamie miller? Where, essentially, la knight gives up on the relationship because of some difficulties quite quickly. Making the reader feel not enough? Angsty 🫶🏼

la knight x reader

‼️angst angst angst sorry! i’m gonna be using his real name because calling him la knight in serious conversation sounds weird to me‼️

like, comments and reblog are always appreciated!

mistakes

you knew something was wrong the exact moment you felt shaun was distancing himself from you.

his replies were short and cold. he didn’t text you first like he used to. the little time he was home he put himself into training mode and avoided you. he didn’t even wanted at summerslam claiming that you would get bored.

yes, you weren’t a wrestling fan but you always supported him. since the beginning of your relationship, you were there for him so you couldn’t understand why the sudden change.

you waited for him to come back home to confront him about it. you’ve actually tried the past few days but he would always ended the call saying he was busy.

so when you saw his car pulling up to the driveway, you knew that he had no choice but to listen to you.

there was silence when he entered the front door, like he was pretending you weren’t there.

“you could at least still pretend to care…” you whispered, not even turning your head to brett him.

“y/n…it’s not the time now, i’m tired and”

“you’re always tired shaun…i don’t even have time to have a normal conversation with you that you’re always tired…guess what! i’m tired too of not being taken seriously, i’m tired of not knowing what’s going on with you because you never talk to me!” you almost screamed sitting up from the couch and standing in front of him “so please…please shaun, tell me what’s going on”

he knew it wasn’t fair treating you like that, he loved you too much and he hated to see you hurting because of him.

but it all became to much for him “i can’t y/n…i can’t go on like this…”

“like what shaun? like what? how am i supposed to know what you’re feeling if you don’t talk to me…” your eyes were about to tear up.

“like this…like i’m a good boyfriend when i’m clearly not, when i’m never home and you’re here all day by yourself and then i have the pressure from the company, after winning the title i feel like i’m more and more pressured into doing things that i don’t normally do…and, i don’t wanna bring you into this, you don’t deserve to be thrown into this y/n…” he felt like crying but he wanted to be strong for you.

“shaun don’t you think i should be the one deciding whether i want to be put into this position? i knew when i started dating you that this relationship was going to be hard…but i never gave up and i always stood by your side so…what is happening now?” you couldn’t understand where this was coming from.

“i feel like sometimes i’m not enough for you and that you deserve better…and you clearly deserve better than me. i’m home once a week, we never see each other, i want to be there for you but i can’t and…and we should probably end this relationship before it tear us apart…” he said, not even looking at you.

“what are you saying?” you grabbed him from his arm and turned him to face you “what are you saying shaun? look me in the eyes and tell me you wanna break up, shaun, look me in the eyes and tell me you wanna break up!”

“i…i think it’s better if -…”

“it’s better for who shaun? better for you or better for us?” you didn’t care if you were crying now, you just wanted him to be real with you.

“it’s better for us because we can’t keep having a relationship if i’m never home! i miss having you around and i can’t force you to give up on your job for me…that’s not fair and, and i know you deserve better, i know it but i can’t fucking let you go” his eyes were closed, he was trying his best to not to cry.

“shaun…” your soft voice woke him up.

“i can’t…i feel like i’m trapping you here and i can’t forgive myself because i know you will find someone better, someone who treats you better and is more present…i can’t give you that…” he slowly opened his eyes and some tears fell down his face.

“why are you giving up on us so easily?” your question broke his heart, because he knew you were going to hate him but for him, it was for the best “why are you giving up on me so easily? did i ever complain?” you asked and he nodded his head no “did i ever say that what we have is not enough?” he nodded no again “then why are you deciding for both of us? let me decide if what we have is enough…”

“but it’s not enough for me…” he said, hating himself even more “it’s not enough for me because i…i want to be the man you deserve but i’m not, i’m not and i’ll never be, and you deserve the whole world…so, answering to the question you asked before, i’m breaking things up because i would hate to see you leave one day, i would hate for you to leave me for someone else…so i’m giving you the opportunity to leave, leave and live your life…the one you deserve” his heart was breaking.

his heart was breaking because he loved you too much but he couldn’t get past the feeling he wasn’t enough for you. his heart was breaking for you because you couldn’t even stand to see him and look him in the eyes.

your heart was breaking because after all you’ve been through, his reasons were pure selfish and heartless because if he really knew you, he knew that you would have stayed no matter what.

“i’m gonna leave the house tomorrow…i’m gonna crash at some friends house and then i’ll look for an apartment…” he softly said.

“shaun?” your broken voice called him.

“yes?”

“is this really over? are we really breaking up over something as stupid as that?” your eyes were begging him to tell you that he was joking but he didn’t.

“i’m so sorry y/n…i’m doing everything for you, i’m doing this for you…” his voice cracked.

but if he was doing everything for you, why were you hurting that much?

[pandorasprongs]

JAMIE TARTT | comfort crowd, you can always count.

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: reader gets cheated on and jamie, whose trying to be a better friend and person, decides to help her out by hiding her phone for the day.

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, language

A/N: first time writing something full length but i hope you guys enjoy this! sorry for the length but feel free to give any comments! (also, pretend that jamie continued to see dr. sharon after she leaves the team like ted did) EDIT: changed the title which is now based on the song comfort crowd by conan gray :)

As a physical therapist for a football team, there could be a multitude of reasons why a coach would call you down during training. Maybe someone twisted their ankle or landed on their foot the wrong way. Maybe it was because they did that stupid red string drill again. You really didn’t want to explain all over again that treating that was not your area of expertise. 

Luckily, everything seemed to be going smoothly as you walked onto the field and find the team doing their regular drills. All, except one player. You find Ted and Jamie in the middle of an argument — well, more of Ted joking around while Jamie was whining about something, the usual — and you approach them.

"Hi Coach, Jamie." You greet them, before asking Ted why he called for you. Without a verbal response, he surprises you by tossing an object to you. You swiftly catch it and dodge Jamie as he tries to reach out and grab it. You look down to see Jamie's phone.

You turn curiously to Ted who finally explains what is going on. "Our star player here," he rests his hand on Jamie’s shoulder, "managed to sneak his phone onto the pitch during training." At this point, poor Jamie is practically scowling. 

You try and hide your amusement, though can't help but let out a small laugh. Even with how he was acting right now, he still looked cute. Objectively, of course. Everyone on the team knew you had a boyfriend back home, so none of them ever tried something. That didn't mean you couldn't admire the aesthetics of the players. Well, a player. 

You started working at the club a little after Jamie went back to Man City, but everyone was pretty clear about their grievances with the guy, especially after the team got relegated. You vaguely remember Colin saying something about a jaundiced worm? So when he returned, you made sure to steer clear of him outside of your work obligations. Your feelings towards him were more apathy than anything else. But, once he started to get along with the team, that was basically your go signal to be nicer to him. 

In truth, you probably knew more about Jamie than you needed to, given how often he visits the treatment room. Even if it was just a small cramp or ache, he would request a quick check-up or PT session to make sure he can still play. During those times, you would end up chatting with him and talking about whatever was going on in both of your lives. That's probably why Ted decided to give the phone to you since he knew that you were one of the only people Jamie wouldn't wrestle to get it back.

"Now, why don't you hold on to that and Jamie can swing by your office to get it after practice, yeah?" Ted instructs you and you're more than happy to oblige.

"Sure thing, Coach." You smile as you slide his phone into your back pocket. You turn to Jamie who now has a defeated look on his face. "See you later, Jamie."

"Yeah, yeah," He responded, as you leave to go back to the treatment room. 

A few hours later, their training finished and the team was getting ready to go home. You contemplated going down and returning Jamie's phone yourself, but why make it easier for him? Since none of the players needed any treatment that day and all the records were backed up and updated, you spent most of the day aimlessly scrolling through your phone and the computer in the office. 

You liked looking through social media to see what your friends and family were doing back home. It was hard being away from them for so long, but it was always a dream of yours to go abroad. When you got the offer to work for Richmond, you just couldn't pass it up. Luckily, the daily calls and messages from your parents, friends, and your boyfriend Matt, helped treat the homesickness a little bit. Though recently, Matt's were much more scattered. You didn't think much of it, assuming that he was just busy at work.

You were starting to pack up for the day when you hear a ping from your phone. You expect it to be a message from Matt checking in on you, but instead, see a message from one of your best friends. ‘Hey! Heard about you and Matt, I'm so sorry. I know you're busy with your new life in England, but I'm always here if you need to talk.’

Both confusion and anxiety fill you as you finish reading the text. Why would she be sorry? You send a quick ‘???’ before three dots appear on her end.

‘I'm at a party rn and I saw Matt with a new girl? He said you guys broke up ages ago.’

You feel your heart racing. There's no way he would do that. It's Matt, for Christ's sake! You've been together since college and your relationship has survived worse things than long distance. Your lack of response prompts your friend to send another message — ‘I'm so sorry this is how you found out’, — along with a picture this time. Your hands are trembling as you open it and you see Matt in the background making out with another girl. 

That was enough to break the dam. You feel tears pooling in your eyes blurring your vision. You turn off your phone and just let the tears fall. It was already late, so there was less chance of someone walking in on you at such a low moment. Except, you forgot that you were still holding onto something.

Jamie, your most frequent visitor, didn't bother to knock and simply barged in. "Okay! Training’s over, it's time to return what's mine. Where are you keeping it hostage?" He greeted jokingly, which you couldn't even chuckle at.

You grabbed his phone from your desk drawer and reached out your hand for him to take it without even looking up. He accepts it gratefully and you swear you even hear him give it a kiss. He continued to celebrate before asking if you looked through it by any chance. You shake your head, more furiously than you intended, and hope that it was enough to get him to leave. But Jamie knew you better than you thought. Your slumped position and the fact you hadn't looked at him this whole time were good hints, but when he heard your quiet sniffles, he knew for sure.

"Fuck, are you crying?" You shake your head again, even more desperate for him to leave. Yes, you were comfortable around him, but having a breakdown in front of someone is at least a level 5 friendship type of thing.

You feel him spin the chair to make you face him. You still don't look up from your position, continuing to pick at your fingernails. He crouches down to your level and places his hands on your shoulders to try and comfort you. When you still don't look up at him, he finally asks, "What happened?"

"Just some stupid shit, Jamie. Don't worry." You respond shakily, as you try and wipe the tears from your eyes. 

"It can't be that stupid if you're crying at work about it." You let out a weak laugh and finally look up at him. His features are much softer than usual, even giving you a smile as you face him. Not his usual cocky smirks he does when he scores a goal or when he jokingly flirts with you. A genuine smile, one that helped ease your sadness a little bit.

At this point, Jamie has already seen your puffy face that for sure has obvious tear streaks, — you always hate how red your face gets when you cry — so how much of a stretch would it be to just tell him what's going on? You reach back for your phone which still has your friend’s chat open and hand it to him.

It takes a few seconds before Jamie realizes what's going on. "Oh, fuck."

He returns the phone to your hands, but not a second later, he's already enveloping you in a hug. It's hard to ignore how this is the first time you've ever had physical contact with Jamie outside of your PT sessions and it's even harder to not feel embarrassed of the reason why.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers and you can't help but laugh as you remove yourself from him.

"Why are you saying sorry? It's not like you're the one who cheated on me. It's that dipshit over there in the photo." You emphasize the last word as you return your phone to the table. "I don't even know why I held on so long. I just hoped that we could make it, you know? We’ve been together for years!" You start, trying to hold back tears as you explain it to Jamie. "What makes it more shitty is that he didn't even have the balls to break it off with me first."

You sigh, "You know what, maybe it's me. Maybe I shouldn't have gone halfway across the world without him. If I didn't, then—"

"No, fuck that!" Jamie interrupts you as he stands up, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. "If anyone's at fault, it's him. You didn't do shit, so stop blaming yourself."

You can't help but be surprised at how passionate Jamie is about this, his tone reminding you of Roy. It must've shown on your face because Jamie takes a step back. "Sorry if I shouted,"

You laugh. "No, it's fine. You're right, fuck him." You get up from your chair and start collecting your stuff. Once you're ready to leave, you turn once again to the football player. "Thanks, by the way. See you tomorrow, Jamie."

As you make your way to the door, Jamie stops you. "Wait, how are you getting home?"

"Oh, I usually just walk." You respond, rubbing your nose.

"No way. Come on, I'm driving you." Jamie declares and before you can even protest, he's grabbed your hand and dragging you out of the treatment room.

"Jamie, I am perfectly capable of walking home." You remind him as the two of you make it to the parking lot. It is already dark out and definitely colder than you expected, but you remain unfazed. You didn't want to burden the football player anymore, but when had Jamie ever not been stubborn?

"I'm sure you are, but I've been working on being a good person, so who am I to let a girl walk home alone this late?" When Jamie opened the door of the passenger side for you and did a small bow, you rolled your eyes.

"You know, most good people don't say they're good people." You point out as you finally give in and sit in the car. 

"I told you I'm working on it." He reminds you as he closes your door. You chuckled, as you make yourself comfortable. You knew that all the players including Jamie had expensive and extravagant cars, but you didn't realize how nice it was even in the interior. 

You don't have enough time to admire the inside though, as Jamie gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. He instructs you to put on your seatbelt in his usual Mancunian accent which makes you laugh. The last time someone reminded you to put on your seatbelt was when your mom was visiting and you had to take a taxi back to your flat.

You input your address on his phone and finally leave the parking lot. The drive to your house was quiet, and you weren't sure if it was an awkward or comfortable silence. Maybe somewhere in between, given that Jamie didn't seem too bothered by it. It took around 10 minutes before either of you said anything since you spent that time looking through your phone.

You went through your friends' posts and notice a lot of them were at that party. In almost all of them, Matt was with that girl. You don't even recognize her, so if she was at that party, it meant that he brought her with him.

You decide to take your mind off it and finally asked something that has been on your mind since you left. "Jamie, why are you being so nice to me?"

You see him get ready to give his whole "trying to be a better person” speech and stop him. "I get you are trying to improve yourself, but you didn't have to offer to drive me home."

"Did you really want to walk home tonight?" He glances at you quickly, before turning back to the road. Truthfully, you didn't. 

Despite having lived in London for a few months, it still took an abnormal amount of focus to navigate the town. Not to mention the care it takes to make sure you don't get hit by a car by looking at the wrong side. You were in no state to make it home by yourself.

Noticing your silence, Jamie took that as your answer. "Look, we're friends, yeah? As my friend, I wouldn't want to leave you roaming the city by yourself and not being sure if you'd get home safe." You smile but keep your head straight.

He adds, "Plus, you just got your heart broken. Part of me’s worried you'd just end up in a pub and fuck someone to get over him."

You turn to him shock and punch his shoulder. "Jamie, is that what you think of me? That I'd go and find the first guy willing to sleep with me and go home with him?"

"It's what I would do!" You roll your eyes. Sometimes, you forget that the old Jamie is still in there, the him that can be a total prick. Most of the time he only came out during games, but turns out there isn’t a definite on-and-off switch for it.

"Well, I'm not Jamie fucking Tartt. But you're right, I probably would've gotten lost and ended up in a bar." You finally admit and turn to look out the window and sigh.

Jamie must've sensed something and quickly apologizes. "Hey, I didn't actually mean that. I know you wouldn't find a one-night stand. I mean, to be honest, I haven't had one in a while either, so I don't know why—"

You cringe and urge him to stop. "Jamie, it's fine. I know you don't mean it like that." He relaxes and nods his head, causing you to let out a small laugh at how nervous he was to make you feel bad. 

"But thank you," You say as he turns the corner to your flat. As he stops the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to him. "for you know, being a good friend."

You see the footballer give you a smile, a genuine one like before. Soon after though, he asks, "Could I get that in writing? I need proof for Dr. Sharon."

You roll your eyes as you get out. "Good night, Jamie." 

You walk into the building and only hear the car leave once you close the door behind you. You go up to your flat and you've never been so happy to see your bed. You take off your shoes but don't even bother changing. You spend the next few hours scrolling through whatever posts you could find that have Matt in them.

—

It's been a few weeks since that night, but your habits are even worse than before. Checking Matt's posts, looking at what his friends are saying, even stalking his new girlfriend's account was basically part of your daily routine. She's fucking beautiful too, much to your dismay. 

It's even starting to affect your work. If he hadn't shrieked in pain, you would've twisted Richard's foot off. All you were thinking about that session was the post you saw. It was a picture of Matt and the girl with the caption, ‘my favorite girl ;)’

You apologized profusely to Richard and check to make sure you didn't do too much damage. You spend the rest of the session thinking about something else. Anything else, like how nice the weather has been. How well the team's doing. How empty your bedroom wall looks now that you took off all the pictures with Matt. Fuck.

The next day, you head to the locker room to talk to Richard and to also see if anyone needs any treatment. You sit on the bench nearest to the door as you wait for the whole team. You quickly greet the players passing by you, but can't take your eyes off your phone. That is until someone rips it from your grasp.

"Hey!" You look up to see Jamie in some of his usual clothes. Dark tie-die hoodie, his 'ICON' hat, and the fanny pack where he puts your phone in. He ignores your protest and simply replied, "You're blocking my locker."

"Jamie, give it back!" You stand up and try and grab his bag, but he quickly takes it off and throws it to Ted, who had just walked out of his office. He catches it and turns to the two of you in surprise.

"You mind keeping that in your office, Coach? Need to keep this one," Jamie slings his arm on your shoulders, "away from it."

You try and plead with Ted, but he was already throwing it to Beard who shoved it in his desk drawer and locked it without question. You plop down on the bench in defeat, but not without glaring up at Jamie.

"Jamie, I will never forgive you for this." You say as seriously as you can, but it only makes him laugh. 

"You'll get it back at the end of the day." He says as he moves to take off his hoodie. You leave him to get ready and head to Richard to give him some ointment for his ankle if it bloats (you can't help but notice him flinch when you come near), before heading to the treatment room to get your treatment bag. If you weren't going to have your phone this whole time, might as well find entertainment on the pitch.

You reach the pitch and settle down next to Will, who was setting up. You make small talk with the kitman as the team starts to make their way to the pitch for training. You watch Jamie pass by, who then turns around and stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

"Do you really have to ask?”

"So you'll be here for all of training?" He asks, and you nod in response. "Okay then, enjoy the view." Jamie winks at you and you only roll your eyes, as he gives you a confident smirk before joining his teammates.

If he had done that a month ago, you wouldn't have batted an eye. It's just Jamie being Jamie, right? But after breaking up with Matt and how kind Jamie was that night, it's almost like his little habits have a new meaning. 

Walking with you when you arrive at the same time, bringing you his extra pastries when he gets free muffins from the girl who runs the nearby bakery, and even what he did today. It pissed you off, yeah, but you had to admit that it was for the better. Can't be tempted to check Matt's page if you don't have anything to check it with, right? 

But you shake it off. Jamie's just a friend, a really attractive, kind, and fun to be around friend. Even if you were starting to like him — which you weren't, — it didn't matter. Jamie didn't see you like that. He's just trying to be a better person and him helping you was just a way for him to do that.

You spend the rest of your morning watching training, either being entertained by their game or looking out for any of the players getting injured. It was pretty light drills given that they had a game soon. If you weren't doing that, you were listening to Will talking about what he planned on doing during the weekend. He even invited you to a nice jazz bar, which you kindly declined.

Once they were out for their lunch break, you leave your treatment bag there since you'd be back anyway for the afternoon training. You wave goodbye to Will before walking back inside the building. As some of the players pass by you, you compliment how well they're doing in training which is met by a chorus of thank you's.

You almost open the door to the treatment room, when you hear someone call out your name. You see Jamie jogging towards you. "How's the phone drought going?"

"Well, I would've used it to call my best friend who is halfway across the world and eat lunch with them, but as you know," you shrug, watching a hint of guilt grow on the football player’s face. "I'm kidding. What's up?"

"Do you wanna go out for lunch? Keeley said there's a nice Italian place down the road from here." He explained.

"Did she also say to post it on your socials?" You add and when he takes a second to answer, you both laugh. "Sure, sounds fun. Though, I'm not taking any pictures of you." Jamie exaggerates his disappointment, placing his hand on his chest and groaning as if he's just gotten shot.

Jamie puts on a sweatshirt to hide his kit — as if that's the only way people would recognize him — before the two of you head over to the restaurant. It was way too packed to get a table so you guys decide to order take-out and eat it at your office instead.

You guys make your way back to the building, talking about the most random things. Jamie mentioned how a fan had seen him at a restaurant and spent fifteen minutes explaining and analyzing how the footballer could've won Lust Conquers All. You mentioned how much you loved Vanilla ice cream because when your parents would buy the Neapolitan ice cream, — the 3-in-1 deal was hard to resist — it was the only flavor your brothers hadn't completely devoured by the time you got some.

It didn't stop when you made it back to the building and had your lunch. As always, Keeley knew the perfect places to endorse. The Carbonara pasta from the place was absolutely delicious and after trading some for Jamie's meal, the Chicken and Mushroom Risotto might even taste better. 

You had taken a picture of the food before you started eating, but Jamie needed a picture of himself with the food for his post. Despite your statement earlier, you decide to take a picture for him anyway, for Keeley. As you took multiple shots, you started joking around to get him to make a genuine smile. Jokes ranged from ones about the sounds his teammates made during sessions and ones about the old celebration videos of Ted. You finally get a satisfying picture and call Jamie over. He leans over your shoulder and you feel the heat rising in your face. 

"Looks good," He says before sitting back down in his chair. You return his phone to him and continue to eat your Carbonara before you hear a shutter sound. You look up to see Jamie taking pictures of you. You try and (fail to) cover the camera as it’s your turn to laugh at the jokes Jamie was making. "Here, some photos of you if you feel like posting. You look nice,"

You try and ignore the feeling you get after he said that. "Thanks, Jamie. You mind sending those to me when I get my phone back?" He chuckles and nods.

The two of you continue to spend the lunch together till you had to get back on the pitch. It was only while walking did you realize that you didn't think of Matt the entire lunch time. You don't know if Jamie had been doing it on purpose, but if he was, he was doing a great job at helping you forget him. Like a good friend.

The second half of training was even more relaxed than the first, so no emergency situations for you to deal with. Sam was getting cramps after training though, so you decided to have a session with him before leaving for the day. You wait outside till most of the players had changed to find Jamie.

You see him fastening his fanny pack as he leaves the locker room and you reach out to grab it. But he's quicker. "Nope, don't you have a PT session with Sam? Your day isn't over just yet." That said football player was still changing, so you still had some time.

"Aren't you heading home soon?" You continue to try and reach over Jamie's broad chest to take it but to no avail.

"I can wait. Look, Sam's ready." You turn around to see Sam in a nice collared shirt and his spare training shorts. He'd only brought jeans to change and it's pretty difficult to treat him in them, so you'd asked him to wear whatever shorts he had. 

You give him a smile and lead him to the treatment room, not without giving Jamie a less-than-polite gesture. You hear him chuckle — “Guess you really want me to be a prick, huh?” — as you close the door behind you.

Sam said the cramps weren't too bad, but you still wanted to be thorough in case they came back later tonight. It took around 45 minutes, and Sam seemed much better afterward.

"Thank you so much," Sam said as he sat up from his position. "and sorry for holding you up, I know how much you want to go home before leaving for the game tomorrow."

"It's alright, Sam. It's my job to make sure you guys are fit and ready for all your matches. Good luck, yeah?" Sam thanks you again and hops down from the treatment table, grabbing his jacket and heading out. You stretch your back and relax before you hear the door open again.

You don't have to look up to know who it is. "Thank God, where's my phone, Tartt?"

Jamie lets out an exaggerated gasp. "We back to last-name basis now?" He tosses your phone to you, and you find multiple messages waiting. You decide to check them on the way home and slide your phone into your back pocket.

"I already sent the pics I took earlier, plus my own, in case you ever want to print it and hang it on your wall." You give up even rolling your eyes at him. You grab the bag that you fixed before the session and start heading out the door. Jamie appears at your side as you walk to the parking lot.

"Deja vu, huh?" You say as Jamie's car is the only one in the parking lot.

"Feel like going for a joyride?" He says as you turn to face him.

Your eyebrows knit together. "We’re going to be stuck on a bus for hours tomorrow. Don't you want to go home and rest or something?"

He checks his watch and shrugs. "We still got time." He leads you to the car, but this time you open the door for yourself and slide in.

You watch Jamie start the car without putting an address into his phone. As the two of you buckle your seatbelt and leave, you start to scroll through your texts. 

Your unread messages were made up of your parents sending pictures from their spontaneous date, one of your brothers asking for a video message from Isaac for his son's birthday, and your friends trying to organize a trip to visit you. 

You reply to as many of the messages as you can before you notice that Matt still hasn't sent you anything. No apology, explanation, or anything. You take a deep breath and finally unfollow him and the rest of his friends. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of you. You put the final nail in the coffin when you blocked his number. This is it, and you've never felt better.

You look up and realize that you don't recognize any of your surroundings. You turn to Jamie who is still unfazed by it, looking straight ahead. 

"Jamie, if this good friend thing was all just some elaborate ruse to bring me to the middle of nowhere and murder me, you are obligated to tell me right now."

Jamie lets out a laugh. "Calm down, will you? We're here," You turn toward the dashboard and see some people walking on the sidewalk. At least there's still civilization here. He stops the car and parks it in front of this beautiful garden. 

You get out of the car and walk towards the gate. Even with the dim lights, the place looks much more lively than the rest of the area. The entire garden is a mix of various flowers and plants, colors ranging from relaxing white and green to some brighter ones like violet and yellow. Jamie opens the gate for the both of you as you look around in awe. The two of you walk over to one of the benches in front of a small lake bordered by a fence. Despite its main purpose of making sure no one falls in, it doesn't seem out of place in the area.

"You know, if you were planning on murdering me, I wouldn't mind dying in a place like this." You turn to Jamie as you sit down. He gives you a small smile before settling next to you. "How'd you even find this place?"

Jamie hesitated for a minute, and you quickly add, "You don't have to tell me if it's too much." Jamie shakes his head and sighs.

"Back when I just got back to Richmond, I still had a lot of shit to make up for. Everyone still hated me, and I didn't really know what to do. I was pissed that they didn't want to give me a chance, so I tried to talk to Keeley about it. She brought me to Dr. Sharon." You knew that a lot of the players were seeing her when she worked here, but you didn't realize that even Jamie was seeing her.

"She knew I was trying, but said it didn't help that I'd get riled up during games and sometimes go back to my old habits like hogging the ball, so she told me to find something or someplace to relax before them. I drove around that night and just went around till I found this place. It was like a mini field of flowers like the ones in Amsterdam that my mom took me to when I was a kid."

"I go here every night before a game or before we leave for an away game and just sit here, looking at the lake and the flowers. It relaxes me, I guess." Jamie looks down and starts playing with his hands, and you see a version of the football player that you've never seen before. This Jamie is vulnerable, quiet, nervous even. He was sharing a part of himself and you’d be a massive prick if you made him feel bad about it.

You reach out and grab his hand and enclose it with both of yours. You keep your eyes on him as he looks up to meet them. You smile at him and hope it eases his nerves even just a little bit like he did for you back then. It does, as seen in how his shoulders relax afterward.

"Thanks for sharing this with me, Jamie. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone else and you can continue to keep this place all to yourself." You nudge him with your shoulder before standing up to look at the lake. It almost looked like the water was glowing, illuminating the fish swimming in it.

Jamie moves to stand next to you. You two are both quiet for a beat, before he interlaces your fingers again, "Maybe not all to myself." You turn to him and see his expression, a mix of his usual confident self but the vulnerability from a while ago. Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him.

If it caught him by surprise, he didn't show it. Jamie kisses you back, more enthusiastically than you expected. You let go of his hand and interlace your fingers behind his neck. His hands travel down to your waist and you feel him smile against you. Your back presses against the railing as he continues to deepen the kiss and holds you closer to him to steady you. Your senses kick in and finally pull away when you realize that you're in public.

"Shit Jamie, not here," You whisper, looking around to see if anyone caught you making out with AFC Richmond's star player.

"You wanna head back to your place?" That's what makes you push him away and he chuckles. 

"Take me out on a few dates." You give him a quick kiss on the lips before walking back to the car. "Maybe I'll consider it then."

[its-time-to-write]

sooo excited requests are open again! Jamie gets a day off from training and you spend the whole day together cuddling and snogging and watching films

Done😎 Gonna hit you all with some angst pretty soon, so enjoy this angst-free fic while you can! Thanks for the request!

(p.s. this gif makes me giggle. idk why)

tell me where to put my love

There is absolutely nothing like a Sunday morning, because it means that Jamie has absolutely no training. Saturdays are subject to extra time with Roy, so you and Jamie only get one day a week with absolutely no football. Well, not absolutely no football. Sometimes you let him cajole you into going to the Richmond Green and kicking around one of the ten billion footballs he has in the house. 

He says you’ve gotten better since you’ve started, you say that you could take on all of Richmond and win.

He says you’re very funny.

You say so too.

Sundays are great because you get to sleep in, but you probably don’t. You’re both so used to being awake early so despite being up late, you’re both unable to sleep past 7:30, maybe 8 if you’re really tired.

You don’t get out of bed, though.

The first one to wake will lie as still as possible, looking at the rise and fall of the other’s chest. Usually it’s Jamie watching you. You’re a light sleeper, so you begin to stir at the slightest change in atmosphere. He’ll stroke your cheek and you’ll smile and stretch, refusing to open your eyes.

His hands will start to slide down to your arms and to your waist, then dip below your pajama bottoms. You’ll open your eyes at that, because he’ll soon shift so that his head is at your waist, and lift his baby blue eyes to yours in a question. 

This Sunday is no different, and you both end up staying in bed until 10. It’s not until you’re lying tangled in the sheets, sweaty and gasping for breath, that a stomach growls (yours, his, what’s the difference) and you each throw on as little clothes as possible and head to the kitchen. Jamie pulls things out for his morning smoothie and you’re toasting frozen waffles. Neither of you are saying much, except for a “hey!” from Jamie when you steal some of his strawberries. 

You take your respective breakfasts to the couch and settle under a blanket. It gets cold when you’re only wearing pants. 

“What are we gonna watch?” you ask. 

Jamie just grins and flips through your streaming services.

“No, babe,” you groan, “not again. Please, I beg of you.”

Jamie pretends he can’t hear you and lands on Keeping Up with the Kardashians. 

“Jamie,” you say as he chooses an episode, “why are you so obsessed with reality tv? It’s so unrealistic.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it,” he replies, lightly knocking his head against yours. You roll your eyes and suppress a smile. You can’t argue with that. 

You stay on the couch for three hours until Jamie starts to get bored and starts kissing a line up your neck. You giggle and shift away.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “you hungry?”

“That is not where I thought this was going,” you laugh. 

Jamie shrugs, lips still against your throat. “Trying to make up for making you watch fucking American reality television. And I want takeout.”

At that, you turn and capture his lips in yours. He’s not supposed to have takeout right now, not part of his eating plan. He’s trying to butter you up so you won’t talk him out of it. Lucky for him, he’s making a very convincing argument. 

An hour later, you’re in the backyard on the patio eating Chinese food. You’re both in more clothes and soaking up the rare bit of sun. Jamie has also produced chips, and you’re not sure why they go so well with Chinese, but they do. 

You’re finishing up the last box and chatting about Jamie’s upcoming match when there’s a knock on the door. You both freeze. You’re not expecting anyone, and you exchange an assessing look to see who is most presentable to answer the door. 

It turns out to be Jamie, so he pads inside and opens it to find Dani. 

���Eyy, muchacho! Nice to have a day off, no? I was feeling a little bit lonely, so I decided to drop by to see if you would like to play some FIFA. And I did not come empty handed!” Dani holds up a bag of Mexican food. 

“Can’t,” Jamie says. “Girlfriend’s here.”

Dani’s face droops a little bit and, as if on cue, you appear behind Jamie, all wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Hi Dani!” you say. “Heard your voice from the backyard. What’re you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Just lonely, I guess.“ 

He looks so hilariously forlorn that you laugh and Jamie rolls his eyes. 

“Do you want to come in?” you ask. “Ooh, is that Mexican?”

Fifteen minutes later, Dani is explaining hair masks to a fascinated Jamie, as you sip your drinks and eat the food Dani brought. Neither you nor Jamie care to tell him you had just eaten.

He stays for two hours, crushing Jamie at FIFA. After the door shuts behind him, Jamie looks at you and says, “shower?”

You and Jamie stay in for way too long, only coming out when your hands are far too pruny. The bathroom is all steamy, and Jamie’s towel is wrapped low around his hips. You end up back on the bed, laying on top of the sheets in your towels. His arm is around you, thumb rubbing up and down your arm. Your head is tucked in the crook of his neck, and you’re breathing in his clean scent slowly. He’s talking in a low voice, not about anything really, just chattering about football, his mum, and the future. You’re trying to stay awake, you really are, and there’s no reason you should be tired and yet your eyes are growing heavy. It’s not your fault that his voice is so calm and so soothing, and before you know it you’re asleep. 

You don’t see this part, but Jamie notices the change in your breathing and starts whispering about other things. How much he loves you, and why he loves you. His real hopes for the future, the ones he’s not sure you’re ready to hear, but thinks one day you will be. He’ll let you sleep as long as possible. These times are rare, and he is going to savor every moment. 

[bellaturner]

I Wanna Be Yours - pt 2

Contains smut (and some fluff ig?)

Summary: You and Alex reconcile with your brother, Matt, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you kissing.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl).

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Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

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"What the fuck is going on here?" Matt's voice was filled with disbelief.

Alex's hands were still entwined in your hair, his warm breath dancing across your lips.

Heat surged to your cheeks as you wished for this surreal dream turned into a nightmare to end. Shutting your eyes tight, you hoped for a sudden awakening, yet reality persisted when you opened them, locking gazes with Matt.

"Big bear, let me explain," you approached him, your words barely audible. The pain etched on his face cut deep, knowing you were the cause.

"Don't bother. Bringing you along was a damn mistake." He turned to go, frustration thick in his voice. "I get it, you're in your 'rockstar phase,' but seriously? My fucking sister? Can't believe it." The door slammed shut behind him.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, rushing towards the door, but Alex's grip halted you.

"Don't," he said firmly, his touch easing from your arm.

"We fucked up, Alex," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"It'll be alright, sweetheart," he murmured, his arms enveloping you, his nose nestled atop your head. "I'll talk to him. We'll sort this out," his promise accompanied a tender kiss on your forehead.

The room felt heavy with regret and tension, and you couldn't shake off the guilt that had settled in your chest.

"He's right, Alex," you murmured, your voice trembling. "I should have thought about the consequences before we let things escalate."

Alex's fingers gently brushed against your hair as he held you, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions. "We both made a mistake," he admitted softly. "But we'll find a way to make things right."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you clung to him, your heart aching for the pain you had caused your brother and the mess you found yourself in. "I never wanted to hurt him like this," you whispered, your voice laced with remorse.

"I know, babygirl," Alex whispered back, caressing your hair.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Do you think he'll ever forgive us?"

Alex's gaze softened as he cupped your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "I'll talk to him."

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady your emotions. "I'll apologize too, Alex. I need him to know how truly sorry I am."

The road trip to the next concert location was somewhat awkward. Nick and Jamie could sense that something was wrong, and it was clear to anyone on the tour bus. Alex spent the whole time pretending to compose something, avoiding eye contact with you and Matt. Your brother had his annoyed poker face on, and your eyes were swollen and red from all the crying.

"So," Jamie started, trying to test the waters, "Do you guys have any plans for tonight?" he asked, his gaze alternating between Alex and Matt.

There was silence, and it seemed like no one wanted to address the elephant in the room.

"I guess we could all go out for a drink," Alex finally murmured, raising his eyes to look at Matt for the first time since the incident.

Matt considered the suggestion for a moment, his expression still tense. "Fine," he replied, his voice tinged with irritation.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that this was going to be one of those nights where the group dynamic was strained.

After what felt like forever but had only been about four hours, the tour bus finally pulled up at the hotel where you'd be staying for the next couple of days. Matt, who usually helped you get off the bus, left before everyone else.

"Bear," you called after him, but he was already gone.

You sighed and got up, heading down the few steps to leave the bus. Alex reached out to help, but you declined, not wanting to call unnecessary attention to yourselves.

You grabbed your luggage from under the bus and went to the hotel reception to check in. A single tear welled up in your eye; though you could do it yourself, Matt always handled this task. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found.

With your room key in hand, you headed absentmindedly to the elevator, with Alex and the band members close behind. You'd all be staying on the same floor.

"YN, is everything alright with Matt?" Nick asked, concerned. Lost in thought, you didn't respond; your mind was elsewhere, and you hadn't even heard his question.

Alex discreetly touched the small of your back, snapping you back to reality. You realized that all eyes were on you.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn't paying attention," you stammered, feeling your face flush. Nick repeated his question, but fortunately, the elevator stopped just before you had to answer. You simply shrugged and nodded in response, exiting without saying your goodbyes to the band. You figured you'd catch up with them in a few hours, anyway.

Once inside the room, you tossed your stuff around, searching for your favorite jumper – the one that always comforted you when you felt down. Deciding a shower would help you unwind and give Matt some space, you made a silent promise to talk to him later.

As soon as you steppes out of the bathroom, you heard a faint knock. Quickly put on a robe you opened the door cautiously, revealing Alex standing in the corridor, concern etched across his face.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"Hey," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

He stepped inside your room, and you closed the door behind him. He glanced around, running a hand through his hair and taking in the scattered luggage and the aftermath of the emotional storm that had just passed.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his concern deepening. He knew that you scatter your things around when changing, but the state of your room was like nothing Alex had ever seen before.

You let out a heavy sigh and sank onto the edge of the bed, mimicking him by running a hand through your disheveled hair. "Honestly, Alex, I don't even know anymore. Everything just got so messed up, and I don't want to hurt Matt, but..."

"May I?" Alex asked as he moved closer, pointing toward the spot beside you on the bed.

You nodded, and he took a seat beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, silence filled the room.

"This is weird, you know," you said faintly, lifting your head to look Alex in the eyes "I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

Al's lips curled into a gentle smile, his accent adding a touch of charm to his words. "Oh darling, you have no clue how many times I've fantasized about you."

His eyes held a mix of desire and affection as he cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The connection between you two was undeniable.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you tried to make sense of the chaos around you. "Alex, what are we going to do about Matt?"

He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "We'll talk to him together. I'll make him understand how much you mean to me."

"Do I mean something to you?" you asked, your voice quivering as you closed your eyes tightly, anxious about his response.

His hands lightly touched your chin, prompting you to raise your head and open your eyes. Alex's gaze held yours, his tone gentle and sincere. "More than you know, YN. You're not just a hook-up. You're someone I care deeply about. I always did, in my own fucked up way."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words sank in. "I care about you too, Alex. But I don't want to lose my brother over this."

"We won't," he reassured you, his thumb brushing away a tear. He then cast an appreciative gaze over your body, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "Now, as much as I want to be the one to take that robe off," he said, studying your attire, "You should go get dressed so we can go talk to Matt, and figure this out together."

A faint smile crossed your lips as you let out a soft laugh. You made your way to the bathroom, and a couple of minutes later, you emerged fully dressed.

"You look-" Alex started, but you didn't let him finish.

"Oh, don't even, Al." you exclaimed "I'm upset and I dressed comfortably, not stylishly."

"I know that hoodie," he said with a sad smile on his face "Are you that upset?" he inquired, approaching you with his arms open, hugging you.

You nodded against his chest. You stayed like this for a couple minutes, just listening to Alex's heartbeat and taking deep breaths, his hands holding you tightly.

"Let's go talk to Matt" you said, taking a deep breath.

The short walk to your brother's room felt like an eternity as your heart raced with anticipation and anxiety.

Alex knocked softly on Matt's door, and you both waited in tense silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Matt standing there, his expression a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion.

"What do you two want?" Matt's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you and then at Alex.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on your chest. "Matt, we need to talk," you began, your voice steady despite the nervousness that gnawed at you.

Alex chimed in, his accent carrying a soothing tone. "Yeah, mate, we messed up, and we want to make things right."

Matt's gaze shifted between the two of you, his arms folded defensively across his chest. "Make things right? You slept with my sister, Alex. How the hell are you going to make that right?"

"Woah, hold up, Big Bear," you said, raising your hands defensively. "We didn't sleep together," you clarified, making sure to emphasize that point. "Can we come in, Matt, please?" you added, your gaze locked onto his.

Matt stepped aside, allowing you and Alex to enter his room. You both took seats on the sofa near the entrance, ready to continue the conversation.

You glanced at Alex, who gave you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you began, "Matt, I need you to listen to us, okay? I know what you saw back there was... well, it looked bad, but it's not what you think."

"YN, love, you don't know Alex," Matt began with concern in his voice. "I've been his friend since we were six, okay? And I've been touring with him from the beginning. Only God knows how many hearts he's broken by now."

"Thanks, mate," Alex muttered, earning a side-eye from you that conveyed a clear 'shut up' message.

You spoke up, meeting Matt's gaze. "I've known Alex for just as long as you have, Matt."

Your brother sighed deeply, his brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, he said, "YN, can I have a moment alone with Alex?"

"Yes, sure," you replied, getting out of your seat and walking towards the room. Closing the door behind you, you sat at the edge of your brother's bed, your heart pounding in your chest. The muffled sounds of Alex and Matt's voices arguing made your stomach churn. The fear that Matt might never forgive you invaded your thoughts.

Just when you were about to reach your breaking point, Matt opened the door and asked you to join them.

You entered the room and found Matt and Alex both sitting on the sofa, their expressions tense. It was clear that they had exchanged some heated words during their private conversation. You took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was coming.

Matt glanced at you, his frustration still evident, but he seemed somewhat calmer now. "Look, YN," he began, his tone more composed, "I've had some time to talk with Alex, and we've had a… frank discussion."

Alex nodded in agreement, his usual confidence replaced by a more serious demeanor. "We've hashed things out," he added, giving you a reassuring nod.

You nodded back, relieved that they had talked things through, but still anxious about the outcome. "So, where do we go from here?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I'm your brother, not your boss or anything, so I can't forbid you from living your life," Matt said with a genuine smile. "And Alex promised me that he'd take good care of you."

Feeling grateful and emotional, you jumped out of your seat and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Matt," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "I promise we'll always be honest with you, and I really appreciate your trust in us."

"You're my little sister, YN. I just want you to be happy," Matt said as he held you. "So," he continued, letting go and getting up with a playful grin, "shall we go out? Jamie and Nick must be waiting."

Matt and Alex exchanged a friendly smile and a hug. "I promise not to hurt her, Matt," Alex reassured him.

"You better," Matt replied, his tone light but firm, "or I'll kill you."

The three of you joined Jamie and Nick, who were sitting in the hotel's lounge area. Their expressions shifted from curiosity to relief as they saw you approach, seemingly in good spirits.

"Everything alright?" Jamie asked cautiously, glancing at each of you.

Matt put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed gently. "Yeah, everything's fine," he assured them with a reassuring smile.

Nick raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting more details but deciding not to press further. "Great. I heard there's a good bar around the corner" he suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" you exclaimed, hugging Alex.

He hugged you back, and you dared to share a quick kiss, which left Jamie and Nick momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Nick passing Jamie a $10 bill.

"Did you dickheads bet on my sister?" Matt exclaimed, a mix of surprise and irritation in his voice.

"Pfff," Alex mocked. "Only 10 bucks?" he joked, earning a playful slap on his arm.

The evening at the bar continued, filled with shared stories, laughter, and even a bit of dancing. You couldn't help but notice how Alex's eyes never left you for long, and every touch and smile exchanged between you felt a dream.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and it seemed that the initial tension had completely dissipated. You found yourself enjoying the night, basking in the happiness of the moment.

Eventually, as the clock neared closing time, you all decided it was time to head back to the hotel. The group walked back together, arm in arm. Once you reached the hotel, you exchanged goodnight wishes with everyone and headed to your room. The day had taken an emotional toll on you, and you eagerly anticipated some much-needed rest.

Just as you were about so lay down, you heard a knock. A broad smile graced Alex's face as you opened it. "Tonight turned out better than I could have hoped," he said, enfolding you in a warm embrace.

You snuggled against him, closing the door and finding comfort and contentment in his arms. "Yes, it did," you replied, gazing up at him with a gentle smile. "Thank you for being here, Alex."

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a lingering kiss. "Always, princess," he whispered gently against your mouth, "I'll always be here for you." His kiss intensified, evoking a moan from you that left both of you breathless. "I'm going to use your body now, pumpkin," he murmured with desire, his voice filled with lust. He grasped a handful of your hair, revealing your neck, and covered it with passionate, open-mouthed kisses.

"Fuck, Alex," you let out a soft whimper as he trailed kisses down to your breasts, guiding you both towards the bed.

"Do you want me to stop, darling?" he asked, gently pushing you onto the mattress.

"I don't." you replied.

"Good, then shut up and let me please you," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers all the way down to your core.

He sucked one of your nipples while playing with the other, making you moan loudly. "Shhh, baby, it's okay," he soothed you, but it only made you want him even more.

It was ridiculous how quickly Alex could build you up. He had barely touched you and you were already pooling in your panties for him. "Alex, I need you to fuck me, please," you begged him.

He promptly got up and removed his clothes, while you took your pants off. The sight of him naked was enough to bring you to the edge, and you definitely felt like jumping.

He stroked himself lightly, making you exhale in anticipation. "Alex, can i suck you, please?" you asked shyly, feeling your face turn red.

"Oh, babydoll, as much as I want it, I'm about to explode and I want to do so inside you little cunt," he said in a voice so erotic it melted you. He placed himself on top of you and without a warning he completely filled you up, eliciting a loud moan.

"Oh fuck, Al," your voice was light and breathy, and your vision was filled with stars. He picked up his pace, reaching of G-spot over and over again. "Shit, Alex, slow down, I'm don't want to come just yet," You could feel the sweet release of an orgasm approaching, but you wanted to savor the moment a little more.

"I'm right there with you, pup," he muttered. "Come for me, baby," he asked and you have no choice but to give him what he wanted. His lips crashed against yours as you enjoyed the high, his following shortly after.

Alex sprawled out on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and working to catch your breath after the intense moment you'd just shared.

"I can't believe we've never done that before," Alex whispered between breaths, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips in response.

The last thing you recall is Alex's fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back, and his steady heartbeat beneath your ear offering a comforting rhythm. Shortly after, you both drifted into peaceful sleep, and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so happy.

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AFTER ALMOST THREE MONTHS, IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

I promise you I'm trying my bestto write fics, but it's med school admission test season and I'm just so stressed with it 😩

BUT, iwby part 2 is finally here and I wanted to thank @malina-33 for the amazing suggestions, I hope you enjoy it, Mal 💕

Oh, this is not proof read (and I'm pretty drunk right now) so please excuse any grammar mistakes and typos (I'm the queen of typos even when I'm sober fml).

Anyways, thanks for reading💕💕

~ Bella

[goldengleams]

torn - jamie drysdale x reader

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In which Jamie doesn’t have to navigate an injury alone.

Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: medical inaccuracies, mentions of injury/surgery, please pretend the game where Jamie got injured was a home game !

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You swirled around your drink, staring at the television behind your friends’ head. Your best friend and roommate sat around you planning which house would be the first stop on the Halloween weekend party circuit.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Your friend Meredith pulled you out of your trance.

“Uh, no, what did you say?” You asked, meeting her eyes just as she rolled them and looked back in the mirror to keep getting ready.

“I said we have to leave in forty-five minutes or else we won’t get to Sigma Chi in time,” she said. “Allison and Chelsea are already in their costumes, too, so you’ve got to get ready!”

You made a move to stand up and pull your costume on, but didn’t totally shift your focus from the game. The Anaheim Ducks were playing the Vegas Golden Knights and were down by one goal. You searched the screen for number 6, and hoped that things would end up good for your team.

It had been a long week of receiving midterm grades back and trying to adjust your focus to the second half of the semester. Your research lab gave you more hours, which was great for experience, but had significantly limited the amount of time you had to do other things. The last place you wanted to go was to a frat party on Halloween weekend.

“Is this party even supposed to be good? The last one these guys threw was trash, Mere.”

Meredith turned from her desk to give you a death stare. “You’re going to put on your Britney Spears “Oops!….I Did it Again” outfit, and you’re going to turn off the Ducks’ game, and we’re going to have fun, okay?”

“I feel like you’re going to have more fun than I will,” you sighed.

“Well, duh! You’re only half a drink in and I’m trying to get psyched for our matching Britney costumes!”

Meredith was dressed like Britney in the "…Baby One More Time" video and you were her counterpart in a tight red one piece. You both loved Britney, so the costume was a no brainer. She downed the rest of her drink and made a move to pour you a shot to take with her.

"We haven’t hung out in forever and this is going to be fun, I promise, Y/N.”

“I know, I’m just a little exhausted from this week,” you said. You rubbed your eyes and tried to get a little energy.

“You want me to make you a vodka Red Bull? That got you excited last time Trevor and Jamie came down."

“I think the last thing I need is that, Mere,” you chuckled.

“Okay well finish your High Noon and loosen up! You know Jamie wouldn’t want you sitting here having no fun!”

You guessed she was right. Jamie Drysdale, your boyfriend of a year, was over an hour away, doing exactly what he loved. You never expected that you would find someone and date them throughout college, especially not someone who didn’t even attend your college, but here you were. Jamie had swept you off your feet and you hadn’t looked back since. The two of you met during your summer internship as the social media manager for the team. After lots of nudging from Jamie's teammate, Trevor Zegras, you had hung out with Jamie alone and next thing you knew, you were dating a professional hockey player.

You were always so proud of him for doing his best out on the ice. Your friends thought your relationship was so cute and hoped for the best for both of you.

Jamie had gotten you to leave campus and come to a few Ducks games with your friends, but when they were during a busy week, you typically turned him down. Now, you hadn't seen him face to face in almost two weeks. You watched his games as much as you could, even when it interfered with coveted Halloween plans.

"Okay c'mon, no more hockey," she chided, pushing a shot into your hands. "Let's cheers to the fact that the basketball team is supposed to be there and I’m not missing my chance with one of those cuties!”

You groaned while Meredith clinked your shots together and threw hers back. You were about to drink yours to really get your night started when the sight on the television made your breath hitch.

A slow motion replay had just ended on the screen and you could see Jamie stepping off the ice with a trainer holding his jersey. You must have missed the actual moment.

"Mere, where's the remote?" You frantically looked around the room until you spotted the white rectangle.

"No, we're not watching this again, Y/N!"

You rushed to rewind to see what had happened and why Jamie had left, looking so unsteady. Meredith came to stand next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. Once you felt like you had gone back far enough, you pressed play.

"...Jamie Drysdale shaken up here, kinda favoring that left arm," the commentator trailed off and you were left with the slow motion replay.

Jamie had been shoved up against the glass by a member of the opposing team and crumpled to the ground. The commentators spoke about how the hit wasn't anything that deserved a penalty but their words started to fade into the background. Your eyes were glued to the screen.

"And that's not good," the commentator sighed.

"Holy shit."

You felt the remote slowly start to fall from your hand as your body trembled with the weight of what you just watched sinking in. Jamie was hurt. You'd never seen him hurt. The remote clattered to the floor.

"Y/N," Meredith started.

Your body started to move before your mind did as you grabbed your phone and opened it up to Twitter to see what people were saying.

"Hey, no, no. You are not wasting your time on social media, Y/N," Meredith said, taking your phone and setting it down. "Look, I don't know for sure what happened, none of us do. But it's up to you what you want to do next."

Meredith seemed to have sobered up and you instantly shook off the few sips of a drink you had. In your haste and confusion, you forgot that Meredith was probably the best person to have in your corner. She was studying physiology and sports medicine and had worked with a minor league baseball team.

"Is it bad?" Your whisper was barely audible.

"Shoulders are tough, it could be a tear or a separation," she sighed. "The way his shoulder was in a dead hang, it's probably a tear or a separation."

"Does he need surgery? A tear doesn't sound like it needs surgery."

"It depends," Meredith shrugged. "If it's bad enough, athletes are almost always recommended for surgery to speed up the healing process. It's hard to know from only seeing it that quickly."

You nodded.

"Well, I don't know which hospital he's at, I can probably call someone to give me the number of the trainer," you sighed. "I, uh, I feel like I should try to see him.”

She pulled you into a hug and gave you a light squeeze.

"I think you should, too. He's going to be so glad you're there."

The next few minutes were filled with you packing a bag with all of your necessities and a few pairs of clothing. Your school had given you Monday off, so you quickly planned to be in Anaheim for a few days.

Meredith made no attempt to leave you, even when you knew she was supposed to be ready to leave. Thirty minutes later, you had everything you needed packed and were in contact with one of your old coworkers who knew the trainer for the Ducks and gave you his number.

"Love you so much, Y/N," Meredith said while hugging you. "Give Jamie lots of TLC and text me when you get there, okay?"

You wiped your eyes before promising her you would. She shooed you out the door and you climbed into your car to begin the drive to Anaheim.

You played light music during the ride to calm your nerves. Heart pounding in your chest, you dialed the number for team trainer.

A long phone call later, you learned which hospital Jamie had been brought to. You learned from the trainer that they believed he had torn his labrum in his shoulder and was waiting to be brought in for scans.

Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the hospital. The bright lights blinded you in the wake of your destination. Once you parked, you exited the parking garage and texted the trainer to meet you outside.

"Y/N?" A voice called out to you. You turned to your right and saw a man in a black track suit waving to you.

"Hi, it's Chad, right?" You said, offering your hand.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Chad shook your hand and turned to walk into the building. You steeled yourself and followed him in.

"He's just finished his tests and it confirmed the torn labrum, like we suspected. Luckily, the orthopedic surgeon that's on tonight will be able to do his surgery before the night ends." he said, guiding you through the hallways. "His parents are trying to get on the earliest flight to come see him, they're hoping to be here by Sunday at the latest."

You tried to keep up his pace and take everything in as you chatted in the elevator.

"Jamie's on the third floor. They've got him on some meds to ease the pain now but they'll get him prepped on anesthesia and a block when they're ready for him."

Chad abruptly stopped in front of a door that he pointed out to be Jamie's room. "I'll leave you to it, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you."

Chad left you there alone, promising to be in the waiting area to keep an eye out for the doctor who would be performing the surgery.

You braced yourself as you gripped the handle of the door. Should you have texted Jamie beforehand?

You slowly pushed open the door handle and peeked your head around. Sitting in the bed in front of you was your boyfriend.

Jamie was dressed in a hospital gown with a blanket covering his legs. The bed was propped up and his arm was in a white sling, resting on some pillows to keep it in place. An IV was placed in the crook of his right elbow to keep him comfortable as possible.

“Hey,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him.

Jamie’s eyes left the television screen in the corner of his room and came to rest on you.

“Hi babe,” he said, a sad smile starting to take over his face. He tried to push himself up a little to greet you but he fell back to the bed in a groan.

“Don’t move, it’s just me,” you reminded him. “I’m right here, J.”

You walked over to his right side and set your bag down on the floor. Your heart melted at the sight of him looking so vulnerable in the hospital bed. You leaned over to run your fingers through his hair to give him some comfort.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be ideal.

“I’m alright,” he let out a soft chuckle. “Been better, I guess.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” your hand trailed down his arm to meet his hand on the bed.

“We lost the game, too.”

“Shit,” you sighed.

You hadn’t checked the score of the game since you left your dorm. You were solely focused on getting to Jamie as quickly as possible.

“I’m sorry you had to drive down here on Halloween weekend to sit in a hospital with me. You shouldn’t have had to come,” he trailed off, closing his eyes as a wave of pain erupted in his shoulder. His right arm reached to pull his right closer to his body.

“Don’t say sorry, I wasn’t gonna have any fun this weekend anyways, not without you. Meredith was gonna get sloppy and then I’d have to wrangle her back to our dorm,” you mentioned, which was true. The whole weekend was going to consist of you following around Meredith as she got as drunk as possible. You got Jamie to let out a soft laugh. He knew how you and Meredith liked to go out and have fun, even if you went overboard most times.

“You have to have surgery, right?”

Jamie nodded, letting out an exhale as you mentioned the word surgery. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of needles or anything to do with hospitals, so you felt bad for him that he had to undergo emergency surgery.

“They said it‘a a quick surgery, thank God,” he breathed out a sigh. “Feels like my whole arm is out of place and it hurts like crazy."

For the first time since you walked in the room, you really looked at Jamie’s left side. He was trying to keep his body as still as possible so he wouldn’t jostle his arm. You could see faint bruises forming right at the neckline of the hospital gown. You didn’t get squeamish very easily, but the reality of Jamie’s injury was starting to make your stomach hurt.

“Missed you, been forever since I saw you,” he mumbled. You could tell Jamie wanted to change the subject and you couldn’t help but go along with him since he needed the distraction. You tore your eyes away from his shoulder with a shaky breath. Jamie needed you to be here with him.

“I missed you, too,” you said, smiling as he looked you in the eyes. His big blue eyes were clouded over and you wiped a tear from his cheek. “We have Monday off so I can stay with you until then if you want. I can tell you all about midterms and my research lab.”

“Of course I want that, are you crazy? Any Y/N time I can get is appreciated,” he laughed and grabbed your hand to kiss it.

You continued to chat with him until the doctor came in and told him they were going to prep him for surgery. Jamie tensed up but you reassured him that everything would be fine.

“It’s super quick and then we get to go home,” you told him. You leaned down to give him a kiss which he eagerly returned. You pulled back before he could deepen the kiss and make you flustered in front of the nurse who was checking his sheet.

“More of that at home?” He mused. You couldn’t help but smile at Jamie. He was a quiet guy, but around people he knew, he could be outgoing and playful.

“I probably shouldn’t say no to an injured guy,” you teased.

“I'm not just some guy,” he poked you in the stomach and made you laugh. You gave him one more quick kiss before turning to head out of the room.

Chad was sitting outside the room and you sat next to him. He told you he was planning on staying until Jamie was ready to head home, which would be shortly after he woke up and was able to get dressed. The surgery was an easy outpatient surgery, so you figured you’d be home right around midnight.

You got the rundown on Jamie’s recovery and what you should do to help him in the next few days. Chad warned you that he might not get much sleep due to the pain but that he should get some relief from the strong pain medication he would be taking a few times each day.

“It’ll be a little rough, but he’ll be in good hands with you and Zegras. He’ll bounce back quickly with PT,” Chad reminded you.

An hour went by and next thing you knew, a doctor was coming out to tell you that Jamie had woken up and could go home whenever he was ready. The doctor had cleared him and said he would be on the mend.

You went back into Jamie’s room, where you found him chatting to a nurse who was helping him sit up.

“Hi there, he just woke up and was asking for you,” she said sweetly, looking at you.

“He’s a little disoriented but he shouldn’t be in too much pain, the doctor uses a nerve block that will wear off within the day.”

Jamie lifted his head to see you standing there in front of him. He looked at you through half lidded eyes. He looked a little pale from waking up from surgery and moved slowly to get up with the help of his nurse. You took in how soft he looked as the nurse helped him zip up the Ducks sweatshirt that Chad had brought for him.

He now had on a black sling that would keep his shoulder in place and protect him from knocking into anything.

“Hi J,” you said quietly. “The surgery is all done, babe.”

He nodded and mumbled that he was ready to go home as you helped him into the wheelchair that would bring him to your car. Chad said goodbye to you as you left the room, telling you to call if you needed anything from him.

“He said he was ready to spend the weekend with you, what a sweet guy,” the nurse said, wheeling him out of the room.

“Yeah, he’s the best,” you said, blushing. “I got lucky with Jamie.”

You parted ways momentarily to go bring your car down so Jamie could get in easily. With some help, you got him sitting and thanked the nurse before she shut the door. You were really on your own with Jamie now. This didn’t usually worry you, but you wanted to keep him as comfortable as possible.

“Hey, it’s finally just me and you,” you said, looking over at him as you pulled away.

Jamie was leaned back in your front seat with his eyes closed, his head hanging down a little. He looked pretty comfortable, if the content look on his face was anything to go by.

“I told the nurse that I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world,” he muttered. “I told her that I wanna say ‘I love you’ soon. I don’t wanna take too long and miss my chance.”

“I bet she’ll be really excited to hear that, J.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. You and Jamie had agreed to take it slow when you started dating. At the time, he had really just begun his professional hockey career and you had a few more years left in college, so you weren’t looking to rush into anything that you couldn’t keep up with.

Neither one of you had said I love you yet, but more and more you were finding the words on the tip of your tongue. You were scared that saying it first would result in heartbreak, so you refrained from letting the words slip out. Even in his disoriented state, you knew Jamie would never say something untrue. His honesty was reassuring to you and you knew you could tell him how you really felt when he was feeling better.

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You filled Jamie’s prescription and headed back to his and Trevor’s apartment. A text to Trevor let him know that you were on your way back so he could help you bring Jamie inside.

Once you pulled to a stop, you sent Trevor a message and waited until he came outside.

“Jamie? We’re home,” you said, not trying to startle him. You placed a hand on his thigh in an attempt to wake him up.

Jamie stirred, opening his eyes and looking around blearily. He let out a huff of breath as he took in the sling he was sporting. You figured he was truly seeing it for the first time since you had left the hospital.

"Why does my shoulder feel numb?" He questioned, dragging his eyes up to meet yours. You could tell he felt uncomfortable in the sling and felt sorry for him.

"It was from the surgery, J. Does it hurt?"

Jamie seemed to think about it for a minute before he shrugged. You flinched as he did so and he let out a groan. "Can't do that anymore."

“Trevor’s about to come down to help you walk upstairs, okay?”

Jamie seemed to acknowledge you and looked to see Trevor approaching the car. Trevor was sporting a hoodie and shorts and looked a little rough. You could imagine that the team was taking Jamie's injury pretty hard.

Trevor opened the door and you could tell he was trying to smile as he took in the state of his roommate in the front seat.

"Hey Jimmy, you made it home, man," he said quietly.

Jamie, not in the mood to talk, sleepily nodded and allowed himself to be gently manhandled out of the car.

"You didn't win, Z," Jamie mumbled as Trevor wrapped an arm around his waist to walk him towards the door to the apartment building.

"Couldn't focus without you."

You let Trevor bring Jamie in as you grabbed your bag and locked your car. You couldn't help but whip out your phone and take a picture of the two of them from behind. Trevor and you had similar personalities, both extroverted and ready for fun. You bonded with him immediately.

"Yo roomie, you coming or what?" Trevor called, turning back to see you behind them. "I might just steal your little boyfriend for the night if you don't hurry."

"You wish, Zegras."

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By the time you trekked up to Trevor and Jamie's apartment, Jamie was absolutely wiped. Trevor gracefully deposited him on the couch while you set your bag down.

"Thanks for your help, Z," you acknowledged. "Sorry the game didn't turn out well."

"No problem, and no one cared about that after seeing Jamie down. I think I'm still in disbelief," he chuckled. You knew Trevor was probably tired from the game and most likely had practice in the morning to regroup as a team.

"Was he in a lot of pain?" Trevor whispered to you. Jamie was half asleep and the news was playing on the television but you assumed Trevor was trying to be cautious around him. Trevor and Jamie loved each other like brothers and it was hard for him, too.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, it sucked to see him like that."

Trevor wrapped you in a hug before you could say anything else, assuring you that you would both get through it together.

"And when you go back to school to be all smart next week, I promise I'll take good care of him and give him lots of cuddles," Trevor assured you.

You laughed as he held up a salute towards you. Trevor had easily become one of your close friends within the past year. You always felt comfortable around him.

"That would be perfect, Z," you said, a genuine smile reaching your cheeks. "Go wake my boy up so he can eat something."

"Eat? He's dead to the world, Y/N!"

"And when the block wears off and he's in pain, he'll wish he took the medicine early to minimize it," you said in retaliation.

Trevor looked at you as he tilted his head sideways, eyes narrowing.

"Does Jamie know he's dating a know-it-all?"

"Yup, and he loves it, Zegras, " you responded teasingly.

Trevor followed your lead, waking Jamie up as you made him some toast so he could take a dose of medicine.

"She's making you toast right now, dude. She'll be back in a minute," you heard Trevor say as you approached them with Jamie's food.

"He was wondering where you went, y'know, since I'm chopped liver," Trevor joked.

"I'm right here, J. I brought you something," you said. You helped him eat some of the toast before taking some medicine. Trevor assisted you in getting him out of his jacket and into his bedroom as you cleaned up. Waves of exhaustion were just starting to hit you. A text was sent to Meredith to update her on the night to which you received a jumble of letters in response. At least someone was having a fun night. You brought your bag into Jamie's room to get changed and go to bed.

When you entered the room, you were surprised by the boys in front of you. Jamie was propped up on pillows, sitting half upright in bed while Trevor made sure he was comfortable. Trevor had helped him change and got him ready for bed. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Your boyfriend ready for bed, Z?"

"Oh yeah, minty breath and everything. Hey, I work wonders, Y/N," Trevor quipped, always able to make a joke, even when he was tired.

You and Jamie said goodnight to Trevor. He told you he'd be back around noon after morning practice.

Once you had changed and washed your face, you took a deep breath before walking back into Jamie's room. Jamie had woken up a little in after eating something and had turned on Friends to watch.

"Need anything?" Your voice cut through the quiet hum of the television.

"Just you," he mused. You rolled your eyes as you turned out the light and joined him, but he knew you didn't really mean it. His teammates had always teased him about being whipped for you, but he never cared. Jamie loved to take you on special dates and show you around California since you were both still pretty new to the state. He thought you were such a smart girl and you kept him in awe every time you hung out.

"Thanks for tonight, Y/N. I know it wasn't really ideal," Jamie trailed off as you climbed into bed next to him. "I'm sorry I put you in these situations."

"You know there's nothing you need to be sorry about, right? It's not like this was your fault, J."

Jamie didn't meet your eyes as you inched closer to him. You were on his injured side, which was right at the middle of his bed on pillows to keep him steady in the night.

"Hey, look at me," you whispered. "I know what I got myself into when I started dating you. I'm not scared."

He could hear the reassurance in your voice and felt hopeful for the first time that night. You moved a little closer so you could hold his face in your hands.

In the soft light of the television, Jamie met your gaze. "I don't want to stop you from your future, Y/N."

You huffed out a sigh, kneeling and climbing onto Jamie's lap. He reacted in surprise, right hand coming to find your waist as you made sure to give him space for his sling.

"I'm gonna smush your face if you don't listen to me, Drysdale," you attempted, threateningly.

"I'm in for the long haul, okay?" You were now holding Jamie's face in your hands, staring into his eyes. "Y'know, if you want me to be."

Instead of answering you, Jamie leaned in to kiss you. You allowed him to push his tongue into your mouth, sinking into his touch.

"I want you forever," he mumbled into your mouth before pulling away. "I, uh, I know I'm not the best at telling you everything, but I love you, Y/N."

You could practically feel your pupils dilating as a wide smile broke out on your face. "And I love you, Jamie Drysdale. Took you long enough, you dork."

You finished your makeout session and settled into bed next to Jamie. You wrapped a hand around his stomach as you settled in to sleep on your stomach. You were almost asleep before you heard Jamie whisper something above you.

“Shit,” you heard Jamie say.

“Are you alright?” You leaned up, fearing that he had hurt himself, but instead he had his right hand dragging over his face.

“I won’t get to see you in that hot Britney costume.”

“Oh my god, I hate you."

"You said I love you, actually."

"Don't get smart, Drysdale."

"I love you too, babe."

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A/N: Hi guys!! Thanks so so much for all of your likes and everything! I've been thinking of writing this one for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

[tarttheart]

PRECIOUS LOVE: CHAPTER 7 -JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: your blind date is a disaster.

word count: 565 words

warnings: language

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chapter 7: I say a prayer

You knew from the moment you had gotten in the car that this night was going to be a disaster. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. You prayed and prayed that this “prick with a heart” was not whom you thought it might be. Alas, your prayers went unanswered because you were now sitting opposite one Jamie Tartt.

“Do you two know each other?” Michael asked curiously after the two had very awkwardly exchanged greetings.

You had paled substantially and were practically catatonic when Jamie had first walked through the door, now settling for being a blubbering mess. Whatever got you through tonight, you thought to yourself. You just needed to survive.

“Erm, yeh, yeh. You could say that.”

“Friend of a friend,” You said, laughing nervously before blabbering on, “one of my dearest childhood friends is Kevin De Bryune. He spent his summers growing up at his grandparents’ who were our neighbours. I saw him heaps. Heaps!”

Michael narrowed his eyes and laughed, “I’ve never seen this side of you. So nervous! How cute! Must be because Jamie’s a premier league footballer. You’re always so cool and calm at work.”

Welp, that made two because you had never been so distressed that you could only act like a complete and utter fool.

Two hours later, the four of you stood outside the restaurant. Thankfully, the night was finally coming to an end. You could go home and pretend it was all a nightmare.

“Well, Colin and I are going to head home. Why don’t you two go on for dessert? Jamie, will you be a dear and make sure she gets home safe?”

Your face froze as you silently begged for Michael and Colin to take you home but they were already halfway down the street when you finally came back to your present situation.

“I know you’re busy. Busy, busy man. I’ll just… I’ll just get a taxi. D-don’t worry about me,” you managed to get out before turning to your phone and trying not to make eye contact.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride. We don’t have to do nothing. Just… Can’t be letting you take a taxi, be damaging my brand,” Jamie said, registering the level of discomfort and anxiety on your face.

You chewed on your bottom lip before silently following after Jamie to his car.

You mentally swore at Michael and Colin yet again. Did they have to pick a restaurant so far away? It made for such a long and awkward car ride home.

“Look, I know I said you didn’t have to fucking to do nothing but I’m sorry,” Jamie started, “it’s been a fucking long time since we happened and I honest to god don’t fucking remember if I did anything wrong but I probably did because I’m a fucking prick. Coach and Keeley always talk about accountability and that. It’s probably fucking late for it but, still. Sorry.”

You had your eyes trained on your hands, trying to focus on them and failing miserably.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, barely recognizing your strained voice.

“What?” Jamie asked, slightly confused, “I know when I’ve messed up. You don’t have to be pretending, you won’t even look at me fucking face.”

You sighed, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jamie. It’s all me.”

You paused before continuing, “how about that drink then?”

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< chapter 6 | master list | chapter 8 >

[websterss]

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST | PART 1

“Would you rather have Lisa pull me in like we talked about? Because it’s not working for me. I don’t know if it looks good on your end, but it just feels off, Kenny.” You said to Kenny who sat behind the monitors and cameras. You walked over to him with your hands on your hips and waited for his directions.

“Well it doesn’t look bad that’s the thing…” He shrugged.

“Right.” You nodded, as he pointed out the shot you just did with the dancers.

“Yeah, I think I’m just gonna have Lisa pull you into the number since you’re already gonna be standing, and that way after you talk with Caleb his magic will kick in and you’ll start to feel the music, it’ll look more natural.” Kenny turned his head to look at you. “See cause you kind of tripped over your feet there when you jumped, and we don’t want that. So yeah we’ll just have Lisa pull you in from the arm and you’ll immediately start dancing to Caleb’s magic.” He smiled as you both came to a visual agreement.

“You’re the man, Kenny.” You laughed walking away to do the scene all over again.

“Got that right!” Kenny laughed along with you.

You started making your way over to Charlie and the guys. Hearing them laugh.

“Ahh here she comes everybody.” Charlie smiled into the camera that was directed at him.

“Come here, come here!” He ushered you over with his hand.

You giggled coming up behind Charlie wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Hiya!” You giggled into the camera.

“It’s my beautiful girlfriend everybody. So much for keeping it a secret…You can thank Paul for that last video.” Charlie teased with a smirk. You leaned down and pecked his check making him close his eyes and smile.

“Tell them what we’re doing today.” Paul said behind the camera.

“Today we are doing the big dance number for The Other Side of Hollywood. Everybody is dancing. Owen is dancing. Jeremy is somewhat dancing.” Charlie laughed. “I’m dancing…” Charlie pointed to himself.

“I think you forgot someone.” You sat down in a chair. You pointed at him directly.

“Oh yeah! Booboo is dancing.” Charlie nodded. You gasped playfully. Hitting him on the shoulder.

“I’m kidding.” He chuckled. “The beautiful, talented, amazing…” He exaggerated each word. Then with a dull expression he said. “Y/n Y/l/n everybody.” You laughed. Charlie smiled as he moved from your slight nudge. “She’s dancing too, and she makes me say wow.” He laughed at his own joke.

“I think Savannah got to you.” You teased. “I mean who can complain…she makes me say wow too.” You threw a wink at the camera.

Charlie moved his head to block you from the camera’s view. “Looks like I have competition.” 

“There’s no competition, Char.” You patted him. You turned to the camera mouthing.

It’s Savannah.

“What?” He looked at you with a half smile and shocked expression.

“Anyway!” You blurted out. “You guys are in for a treat.” You winked and got on your marker ready to just block and run through it. You all weren’t in costumes yet, but Kenny did want to get a feel of it first hand.

“This girl.” Charlie shook his head motioning over his shoulder.

“Okay we’re gonna take it from where Jamie gets up and leaves!” Kenny called out.

“Places everybody!”

“Marker B, Take 4!”

“And action!” Kenny yelled out adjusting the headphones around his ear. “Playback!” The music began playing. Cheyenne and the extra dancers along with Tori began dancing. 

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“Jamie can you believe this?” Charlie exclaimed, tapping his hand on the table to the beat that was playing.

“Watch me make a move, watch me make a move, yeah!” 

“Watcha’ gonna do, watcha’ gonna do?”

“I say watch me make a move, watch me make a move, oohh.”

“Watcha’ gonna do, watcha’ gonna do?” Cheyenne’s voice rang out.

“I think I’m gonna go.” You said with your arms crossed over your chest. “W-What?” Charlie frantically pretended to swallow his food, then pretended to try and find something to wipe his hands. A server quickly came out of nowhere to hand him a napkin. “Thank you.” He quickly said. “Jamie hold up.” Charlie ran after you catching your arm. He smiled gently as you turned around.

“I’m sorry.” You frowned. Charlie frowned as you removed his grip on your arm.

“What’s wrong.” He tilted his head to catch your eye.

“Why’d you let me come here, Luke?” You grew sad watching as other guests danced around. “I don’t feel right being here.”

“Look I know…I know that you don’t want to be here. I get it okay.” He tilted his head.

“Do you?” You scoffed letting your arms fall to your sides. “You don’t know the half of it, Luke. You don’t know what it’s like to have music be ripped away from you. To not even be able to dance to it anymore…you don’t know. I can’t feel it, I can’t play it anymore…I can’t hear it, Luke!” You sniffled.

“Jamie please.” Luke whispered.

“No!” You exclaimed. “I’m going to Julie’s dance. Don’t be late.” You frowned.

Charlie averted his gaze and clenched his jaw. He watched you walk away to the stare well then slowly went back to his table.

You shook your head. Gazing at everyone having a good time. Then turned back around only to almost run into Cheyenne.

“Leaving so soon?” He smirked. He noticed your somber expression. “Not having fun my dear?” 

“Something like that.” You chuckled nervously rocking on your feet. “Look it was nice of you to invite us Mr. Covington, but I’m not much of a party person so…” You tried walking past him, but he gently caught your hand.

“What seems to be the trouble?” Cheyenne gave you a once over. Noticing that not a single part of your body was moving to the band playing a soft melody. You had almost no reaction to it. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” You shook your head. 

“Indulge me.” He grew curious.

You looked at him then back at Charlie and the guys, then at the other guest sitting and dancing in their chairs. A look of hurt, and longing prominent on your face. You missed it.

“This wouldn’t happen to do with your lack of dancing my little dove?” Cheyenne brought your attention back onto him. “You’ve lost something, haven’t you? Something special to you.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes now.

“How’d you-”

“I can recognize a broken wing from anywhere…” He smiled. “Now what is it my little dove. I’ll have it fixed right away. That is why you all came here today, am I correct.” You nodded.

“Is it a broken heart?” You looked away and caught Charlie in the corner of your eye. “Is it boy problems cause honey any man would be stupid not to notice you are beautiful.” Caleb snapped his fingers making you laugh.

“No uh…” You laughed away your tears. “I can’t hear music…” You muttered. “Hence the lack of dancing.” You shrugged looking down at yourself.

“Oh well say no more my dear, I can fix that.” Cheyenne snapped his fingers and you pretended to be affected by his fake magic. You stumbled back once you heard the smooth drag of a saxophone. Your eyes widened as your ears perked up and focused on the sounds you were missing out on.

“How’d you-I can hear…” You gasped excitedly looking at everyone and understanding why they were moving.

Cheyenne smiled watching you react. “You’ll thank me later. Go on now. Dance it’s a party!” He exclaimed. Then Lisa, an extra dancer, showed up from your left and hooked her arm around yours guiding you to the center of the room where the group number was about to get into the chorus.

You laughed pretending to have your character feel the beat within her body. Charlie widened his eyes watching you suddenly come back and began dancing. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at exactly, but his character Luke knew that you were suddenly dancing. To the music. “I say watch me make a move, watch me make a move, yeahh.” 

“Watcha’ gonna do, watcha’ gonna do?”

“Watch me make a move, best you ever knew!”

“Life is good on the other side of Hollywood.”

You began dancing alongside Lisa. Matching the moves of all those around you. It wasn’t long before Booboo joined in and danced alongside with you. You pretended to have no control over your body. The music taking over and allowing you to dance like you had never been able to before. A beautiful smile taking over your face. You had fun with it. Once you guys were finished. Kenny yelled cut and everyone cheered.

“That was great everybody!” Kenny complimented. “Y/n amazing work.” He threw a thumbs up at you. You thanked him, breathing heaving trying to catch your breath. You had yelped when a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your waist picking you up. 

“Ahhh.”

“Oh my god! You killed that!” Charlie exclaimed spinning you around.

Paul had come around with the camera that was being used for behind the scenes footage, and walked over to you and Charlie.

Charlie turned to the camera as he held you from behind.

“Isn’t she amazing. I told you guys she could dance!”

“So can Charlie!” You teased. You had tried so hard not to laugh at his dance moves with one of the twins. “I was trying so hard not to laugh. That was great babe.” You threw your head back on his shoulder giggling. “But no, it’s gonna look great when we’re all in costumes and finally shoot it for real. The dancing will look great…Charlie is gonna look great-” You started but Charlie cut you off as he turned you to face him.

“You look great.” Charlie bit his lip raking his eyes up and down your sweating figure. You looked off to the camera, but Charlie’s ‘fuck me’ eyes weren’t going away as he kept looking at you. “Annnd that is all for today folks!” You exclaimed. “Stayed tuned for more behind the scenes stuff on Paul’s channel, bye!” You waved him off quickly. Paul then panned the camera around and turned it off. You yelped as Charlie then put you over his shoulder and ran off set. “Charlie!” You protested covering your face. The cast and crew laughed as Charlie ran with you.

“Wear protection kids!” Kenny yelled over his shoulder as soon as Charlie ran past him with you.

“We will!” Charlie smirked as he kept passing more people on his way to your guy’s trailer.

“Charlie!” You complained.

[full-tiltboogiearc]

Body still sort of doing that 'I know no one here' dance that reverted him to his old wallflower self, Jamie's eyes wandered until he heard his name called. He turned around, and the sight was—

How could he have missed her?

Whether he was about to drop his Riesling or crush the wine glass in his hands, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that Tobi, all done up in her mask and hair and jewelry and that dress, looked stunning. Breathtaking. His mind was jumbled, unable to form complete thoughts.

"Tobi," he said, voice taking on pleasant surprise, gentle. Then, he chuckled. "Well, there goes my plan of pretending to be somebody cooler or richer, like... Fabio."

Fabio? What the fuck?

He'd had it in his mind that they wouldn't reveal themselves to each other 'til the end, like in the movies. But it was pretty hard to miss each other now—not only because they were right smack in front of each other, but because he felt like the two were suddenly on a different planet. It was hard to explain; Jamie just felt like there was no one else at this dumb masquerade ball anymore now that he'd met up with October.

Maybe it had something to do with the way that everybody had to take a couple steps back whenever she was coming through with her ballroom gown.

(But it was more than that. He knew it.)

Suddenly he remembered he hadn't complimented her yet, and he shook his head at himself. He remembered being a lot better at flirting than—

Wait, flirting?

What the hell—

"You look... gorgeous."

Too late now.

"Did you have that in the back of your closet or something? 'Cause, uh, that's definitely where I got this suit." Playing it cool in this dorky way would make her laugh, he knew. And it would ease some of the tension between them—at least, some of the tension he felt since seeing her in this dress sort of took his breath away.

Nerves. She didn't do formal events. October was more comfortable in a shitty garage with music that was a little too loud, chasing her brother around while he talked with the lead guitarist of whatever indie band he was into that week.

She normally would have said no to this, but the way her fathers' eyes lit up when she put it on meant that she never was going to let it go. Tobi had missed her high school prom due to a lot of circumstances beyond everyone's control, so they had fussed over her and taken enough photos that Tobi was sure she could fill a full album just from that night.

It was not often she saw her dads, so she let them have this moment. This current moment, however, she was alone, a little intimidated, and looking to see if she could recognize Jamie in the mass of masks and formal attire.

The dress was stunning and clearly a rental, a favor granted by a friend of her father's. Tobi originally had planned on something gothic, dramatic and dark, but when her dads had seen this dress, it was all over.

Honestly, she was a little shy. Tobi wasn't used to soft colors, even if they contrasted so well with her blonde curls and big, green eyes. She wore a soft purple mask, her hair drawn up in an elaborate bun, some curls hanging near her face.

It took her a few moments, idly trying to navigate the room. Tobi was used to uncomfortable clothing, but she wasn't used to such a big dress. Still, it fit like it had been made for her, and she moved well enough. Was she wearing converse under the dress? Yes. Would anyone ever see it? No.

She leaned into her cane, which had also been decorated to suit the theme. After a few minutes, the music switched over. The Cure. Who was running this damn music?

"Jamie?"

Her voice was tentative. Faces were hard with masks, but his body language screamed of her favorite teacher. Tobi offered her signature grin, adjusting the sleeve of her dress.

It had to be him. And if it wasn't him, he had a doppelganger who cleaned up a little too well. Black and grey was sleek on him, leaving him looking polished in a way that suited him just as well as casual scruff would. Tobi resisted the urge to bite her lip, and carefully made a point not to blatantly ogle him.

She had definitely made choices.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you write a Tommy Shelby x Female Reader where they end up in an arranged marriage with each other, perhaps because of rival gangs, or because of connections etc. some sort of deal where they end up having to marry. And they are distant, friendly but taking time to warm up to one another, and when Tommy sees some guy trying to flirt with her (she’s not interested in the guy) and he gets really jealous and goes over as he can’t control himself, realising how lucky he is to have a wonderful woman for a wife that he shouldn’t have been pushing her away, ignoring her etc. and that plenty of men want her. And yeah they admit their love and want for one another and that night is the first time they sleep together, and fast forward a few months she is pregnant with a lil bump showing and they’re a happily married couple, smitten with each other and overjoyed to be expecting their baby (to be named Eleanor “Ellie” or James “Jamie” as obviously back then they couldn’t find out the gender)

Okay I think I might have an arranged marriage kink! Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it! And as always thank you for being so patient!

Hope you enjoy XOXO

Rated: Explicit - Sex! Smut and Fluff, mentions of people getting killed at a party, shitty dads, slight family abandonment (#relatable), things get better for the reader, babies!

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You sat there at your fathers desk, eyes wide staring out the window. You were to be married into the Shelby family almost immediately. Apparently it was a part of a deal your father had made with Thomas Shelby.

You grew up in Birmingham so naturally you knew who they were, even if you weren't the daughter of their biggest rival family you’d know who they were. You had no emotions as you sat there, just a deep numbness spreading through your body.

You knew that you would eventually get married off, but the Shelby family had an extensive reputation. Suddenly you felt worried that you wouldn't fit in. You could be ruthless, but not all the time. They would eat you alive. You realised that your father hadn't told you which member of the family you’d be marrying.

“Who has Thomas chosen?” your voice was just above a whisper but it was all you felt capable of. Your father didn't answer so you shifted your gaze to his face. He looked like a ghost. Your stomach sank, you had a lot of toughening up to do in the next few weeks.

“He wants you for himself.” You father’s voice was empathetic. He built this life to provide a better one for you and your siblings, marrying you off to Thomas Shelby was not how he envisioned his plan. You could feel the guilt radiating off of him, it was his mistakes that led to this. But you pushed everything down, this was for the protection of the family so you had no real choice.

You thought of something to say to him that would make him feel better, but the more stubborn parts of you wouldn't let the words out. You would take the hit for his mistake, clean up the mess, but you didn't have it in you to pretend it was what you’d always wanted.

“It will be alright.” You father said gruffly, looking into his eyes you knew it was an apology of sorts. You gave him a nod and left the office. You made your way to the liquor cabinet before heading up to your room.

You’d never drank before, but now seemed like a good time to start.

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Your father didn't want him to see you till the wedding, almost as if he was hoping you’d run away or kill yourself in the night before Thomas could lay his hands on you. Thomas had insisted on the meeting, giving you conflicted feelings. A part of you wanted to see him before the wedding day, and a part of you was too afraid wanting to put things off till the last possible second.

Since it was announced every waking moment your mother was on your heels about wedding choices, and your sisters were piled on your bed gossiping. They had old letters from friends and news clippings spread out, hyper fixated with the Shelby family.

You tried not to snap at them, as this was their way of coping. But the constant chatter about how you would be locked up in a house with a family as vicious as them was seriously dampening your already damp spirits.

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He picked you up with a fancy car in the drive. Your mother and father had gone out as he was furious about the date. He was out to dinner, trying desperately that this wasn't happening.

You’d hoped that your parents would want a formal meeting with him to make a good impression. But then again, nothing about the situation was what you had hoped for yourself.

Opening the door you were left surprised. You’d seen pictures of him, but while he looked the same, he didn't seem as cold or standoffish. Like he was here making a genuine effort.

Before you could say anything your youngest sister rushed down the stairs. You tried to scold her but it was too late.

“I have to talk to Mr. Shelby.” She announced proudly. Your face flushed, you grabbed her sticky hand to take her back upstairs, apologizing repeatedly.

But Thomas agreed to speak with her. Talking to her like she wasn't a jam covered 6 year old.

“If you’ll excuse us.” She gave you a pointed and you walked out of the entryway shooting Thomas an apologetic look. Watching from the glass dining hall doors you saw him bend down to her height.

“So you want to court my older sister.” She crossed her arms staring up at him trying to look stern, suddenly you felt the urge to stand in front of her incase he hurt her.

“Yes, that's right.” He wasn't friendly but business-like, which only prompted her on.

“And you are going to marry her?”

“I’d like to, yes.”

“I suppose that's alright then, but please be careful with her. She’s my favourite sister and I don't want to lose her.” Her voice broke its adult like composer there at the end and your heart broke a little bit.

“I promise to keep her safe, and I’ll bring her home before it’s too dark.” She paused for a second, then nodded her head and they shook on it.

“That’s very reasonable, thank you.” She called your name rather too loudly, and you returned quickly.

“I’ll see you later, go back upstairs to be with your sisters.” You said to her in a curt voice, and she ran upstairs.

“Mr. Shelby I’m so sorry -”

“It’s alright.” He said lightly. He was a hard man to read, but he didn't seem mad. So you took it as a win and tried to calm down a little bit.

“I’m Y/N” You held out your hand and he gave it a small squeeze.

“Call me Tommy.”

You gave him a nervous smile and hoped he couldn't tell how thrown off you were.

He helped you into his car and drove you into town.

“You have quite the sister” He said while lighting a cigarette.

“Ah, yes. My father had business and couldn't be here” The smallest twitch of his lips told you he was very aware of why your father wasn't home. “And she’s heard all this excitement about the wedding, she was devastated about not being able to meet you. I should have expected she’d try something.”

“You're good with kids then?”

“All my siblings turned out alright. I'm the eldest of 6.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“Are you?” You’d always wanted kids.

“I’m not sure.” He said distantly.

“But you expect children, yes?” It was a veiled question to the one burning a hole in your stomach. Would he expect sex?

“That’s the real reason for dinner, we have a lot to discuss.”

He took you to one of the nicest restaurants in the city. You tried to remind yourself that he wasn't trying to impress you. This wasn't romance, it was business.

He let you order for yourself, eyebrow raising at your choice of non-alcoholic drink but he didn't say anything.

“Now. I expect you want to know what you are falling into?” He asked with his blue eyes watching you closely. You nodded trying not to sink too far into a depression. But suddenly your dress was too tight, the restaurant too stuffy.

“A marriage is the best way to correct the choices your father made. However I know this probably wasn't your first choice.” You thought back to the news clipping of his wife being shot dead at a party and shivered. Definitely wasn't his first choice either. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

“I won’t make you do anything you don't want to. But it’s in your family's best interest to keep up public appearances.” He seemed so unbothered and uninterested, that you could finally breathe since the whole thing started.

As if he knew he slid his glass of whiskey across the table. You downed it quickly hating the way it burned in your throat. For the first time he made a face that looked normal, the slightest bit amused.

“Sorry -I just - I don't know what to make of any of this.”

“It’s alright, we'll sort it together.”

Was it the start of a great romance? Probably not, but it did look like a decent friendship.

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Despite it being rushed, it was a beautiful ceremony. Tensions were high throughout the families. You were hoping that your family would behave proper, giving you a chance at acceptance into Tommy’s family.

Everyone was very well behaved when in the public’s eye. But the reception was privately hosted on the land around Arrow House. Something very gypsy like. You fit right in enjoying the dancing and the fire.

Some members of Tommy’s family would take time to win over, but his brothers and the other men around him were very welcoming. All taking time to get to know you and make you laugh. It made the whole thing less frightening somehow. You were embarrassed at how your father and brother were not as welcoming to them. Your sisters weren’t very impressed by the evening, somehow more upset by your attempts to make the best of the situation. Mother was positively horrified by the whole arrangement, the fire, songs, dancing, especially the drinking. You tried not to pay it any attention.

You and Tommy sat by watching the night go on. He was friendly enough, this was his second wedding but he seemed to recognize that this was your first and hopefully only wedding. He’d sent flowers and gifts the night before, small personal stuff like his mothers locket. Stuff that made you wonder about him.

Things started to escalate between the boys and Tommy got up suddenly and you assumed it was to sort everything, instead he went over and scooped up your little sister. You were so stressed about everything you didn't notice she’d got caught up in it. Another thing that made you wonder about him.

She was there on his lap, whispering to him about something that actually made him smile. You were slightly jealous.

That was the one and only time you’d seen him smile.

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A month passed and he was very kind about everything. He’d given you the room next to the master, with the option to sleep wherever you liked.

It was beautiful, and much bigger than the one you grew up in. A closet filled with dresses tailored to your measurements. Two large book shelves framed the fireplace, he’d been careful to fill a couple shelves with the books you’d mentioned you’d wanted to read next. The rest were empty for the books you’d asked for permission to bring.

He would talk to you in the mornings when he was home, take you out to the stables to tell you about horses. At night when he would come home you would sit in his office reading by the fire while he worked.

Some nights he would have a glass of whiskey with you and ask about what you were reading. It always surprised you that he would actually listen and follow along.

He constantly looked tired and moody. He’d never raised his voice at you but you also kept yourself out of his way as much as possible to avoid conflict. He was terrifying when he was mad. It was always in the back of your mind, but your heart started to get more and more curious about him anyway.

So far you were curious about his bed, but still much too afraid to make a move or attempt to imitate anything other than just friendly. You never saw him with other women, which was something you were very grateful for.

You never got anything romantic or suggestive out of him, you figured it might be that he was still grieving his wife or the fact that he was constantly caught up in heavy sorts of business. You wondered if he even liked you that way at all.

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Tommy was hosting some kind of party, and you saw this as the opportunity to show that you were a good wife to everyone. You wanted to be a part of his family desperately. Your family was still very sour about the arrangement, leaving you mostly on your own. Only your youngest sister would write back to your letters with the help of one of the maids. You were suffocated by loneliness.

So you dressed the part, helped arrange everything. Long nights spent on the couch making lists and arrangements. You swore you saw him watching you sometimes and wanted to know what he thought of you. Occasionally you got stressed and would come and stand next to him at his desk asking for advice.

You swore there was the slightest bit of humor in his eyes when you didn't know what certain things were or what color schemes needed to be picked. You felt like you were going to have an aneurysm when the maid asked you what floral arrangement company you were going to go with. You figured he would yell at you about it being domestic, but he took pity on your distress and helped you out the best he could.

“I’ll not forget your help on this.” You said to him, after saying thank you to him for the fiftieth time.

“Your my wife, I’ll always help you” It was said the same way you would state that it was raining outside, but it still twisted your heart up something fierce.

You got ready extra early so you could make sure everything was running smoothly before guests started arriving. You came down looking for your apron to cover your dress as you helped prep. You came into the dining room looking for Francis but instead walked into Tommy and John.

“God I hate this fucking room. How’s anyone supposed to feel at ease with that painting of your ugly mug staring at them?”

You snorted loudly which brought a smile to his face.

“Eh? Even your wife agrees. It's a shite room, mate.” He gave you a hug.

“I didn't say that!” You said playfully.

“You didn’t have too, love. You either hate this room or you aren't human.” His wife Esme came though, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You caught John elbowing Tommy in his side, out of the corner of your eye.

“You look beautiful, love” It was stiff, but it still made you feel dizzy.

“Thanks” You said shyly.

“Kitchen!” Esme said, pulling you out into the hallway. John must have said something because he started laughing loudly, you hoped it wasn't nasty. Once in the kitchen you poured her a whiskey and stood with her away from the hustle and bustle. She noticed you watching the kitchen run with a close eye.

“Did you get involved in planning?” She asked you. This was your time to pretend like you knew what you were doing. Show that you were a capable wife.

“Yes! I put a lot of work into it, so hopefully it’s enjoyable.” You said it smoothly, hoping you sounded modest but confident.

“Promise me you won't be sad, eh? Just lean back and let it happen. If you feel like crying, come stand with me.” She looked at you with sympathy and suddenly you were extremely self conscious. Maybe you had picked out all the wrong stuff. Her words were confusing.

The party kicked up and you greeted people politely, doing your best to not stutter or be awkward.

Eventually you got stuck talking to a man very high up in politics. You recognized him as someone Tommy had mentioned as very important for the party, so you tried to be even better behaved. Although you found him quite horrible and touchy as hell, you still stood there doing your best to be relaxed.

Tommy came through and the man’s hands left your arm. They exchanged some casual comments, but after that Tommy maintained constant contact with you. It was the most you’d ever been touched by a man. It was slightly intoxicating and you tried to ignore it as much as possible. Tried to focus on the party, not the size of his hands or the pleasant weight of the one resting on your hip.

Then you understood Esme’s words very well. In the time that Tommy was occupied by making sure everyone knew that his wife was occupied, some business deal had gone awry.

Once the high end people were leaving, the cats publicly got out of the bag. Three people were shot dead in the hallway by accident. The dining room ended up becoming an even bigger shoot out, everything you’d worked hard on destroyed.

You found yourself back where you started, leaning against a wall with Esme dinks in hand. You felt horrified, with a sticky feeling that this was somehow caused by your conversation with the handsy man. You figured that you would get blamed for the whole thing, that's normally how things fell onto your mother at these functions.

“Is this how it always goes down then?” You wanted clarification on her early statement, maybe it wasn't your fault.

“Always. This family is the biggest mess I have ever seen” She took a long drag of her cigarette. “But I love them. You’ll understand in time.” She gave you a little smile and you suddenly felt very accomplished. So you sat there talking about how horrible the arranging of everything was, you made her laugh. You were both laughing enough that Polly soon found the two of you and joined in.

The night wrapped up and Tommy found you trying to help clean up the mess in the dining room. You tripped on what was once a dining chair and almost fell into the glass on the floor. But his arm caught you, he studied you against his chest causing all the air to rush out of your lungs.

He picked you up and took you out of the room, but he didn't put you down in the hallway. Your body spiraled into chaos as he carried you up the stairs and walked past your room.

He took you into his room sitting you down in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. You started to shake slightly, knowing that he would probably only bring you in here to explain how you’d messed the whole evening up. How were you supposed to know not to talk to that man? You looked into the fire, planning out your argument hoping you’d actually get the words out and not freeze up.

“Love?” He touched your arm and you jumped.

“Sorry?” You said but he just looked at you looking slightly put off.

“Are you alright?” He cleared his throat.

“Yes” You said and then realised he was shot at. “Sorry, Are you alright? I don't really know what happened - I was caught up- I should have asked you -” You started stuttering and he looked at you in a way that made your heart stop.

“You don't have to be in here if you don't want to” You gave him a confused look. “If you're uncomfortable?”

“No. No, I'm not uncomfortable.” He gave you a knowing look. “I’m just waiting for you to explain, I guess. I’m sorry about talking with your friend, I thought you’d said he was important so I did my best to keep up with him. I didn't think he’d be so -” Tommy’s eyes narrowed slightly and you swallowed hard. “Friendly.” You finished.

“He’s not a friend. I’m sorry I didn't notice you trapped there sooner.” His voice was somewhat empathetic but his eyes burned.

“I’m sorry, the whole thing was horrible. I’m not good at this stuff Tommy. My mother tried to teach me, but I’m a bit of a lost cause at party stuff.” Tears stung your eyes. But he started laughing, shocking you more than the gun fight did.

“Francis normally plans everything so don't worry about that stuff. I was surprised that you took an interest to be honest.” He took a sip of his whiskey and you suddenly wished you were lucky enough to be the rim of that glass pressed up against his lips.

“I was trying to show you I can be a good wife. Show your family too.” Your face was a dark red and you focused on the carpet. His finger stroked across your cheek gently and your heart rate quickened.

“You're already an excellent wife. My family is impressed you’ve managed to put up with me this long. Don't worry about them.” You looked at him and his eyes were soft, you thought to lean over the arm of your chair to kiss him. But your lack of experience in such things kept you in your seat.

“Are you still sad about Grace?” He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, you twisted your fingers together hoping you hadn't upset him. “ I just don't want to sleep in your bed or bother you with that stuff if your heart still hurts.”

His eyes were fiery again and you had half a mind to just jump out of the window to escape the tension between you.

“But you want to?”

“Hmm?”

“You want to bother me?”

Your throat got tight and you suddenly wished he came with some sort of hand book because you had no idea what he was feeling. Only that it was intense and had the power to mess you up royally. You decided to just nod instead.

He leaned forward and reached out to lift your chin with his finger.

“Yes?” He asked

“Yes.” You said back, you wanted this more than anything.

“You look scared.” He stated.

“I haven’t done this kind of stuff before.” You whispered. He seemed to have the information he was looking for because he softened.

“I’ve wanted you since our first date, just didn't want to put more on you. What your father pulled was dirty, unfortunately you got caught up in it.”

“It’s not unfortunate, you're the closest friend I’ve ever had. I love my time with you.” You hoped he could feel your words, he only gave you a sad smile. “Do you want to - uh - s - sit on the - bed together?” You mentally cursed yourself for being so horribly awkward at his. He didn't argue though, he took your hand and you stood up. He cupped your face and kissed you softly before moving towards the bed.

This private kiss was much different than the one on your wedding day. You felt this kiss all the way through your body. A hungry fire ran through your body, you felt the need to consume this. Your hands pulled his hair as you pressed yourself against him, needing more of him. His tongue was in your mouth and you took that as permission to let go. You gripped him tighter and he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You felt like you’d been hungry for this kiss your whole life, he seemed to feel it too. Suddenly your hands were trying to touch every part of him you could reach, he knocked things over and stumbled throwing you down onto the bed.

There wasn't a single sweet thing about this interaction, it was hot and heavy. Needy and desperate. He ripped your clothes off and his fingers attacked your clit in a rush that made you scream out arching your back.

“Fuck, you want to slow down? We don't have to go through all of it tonight if you're not ready?” He panted face flushed, you’d never felt so wanted or seen before.

“If I have to go another day without you fucking me I’m going to go mad.” Your words were confident and fierce. All these secret parts of you unraveled as he touched you. It hurt when he pushed into you the first time, he looked you over to make sure you were alright, but you knew he was going to ask you if you were okay, something that made you need him even more.

You grabbed his face before he could speak and kissed him passionately. He moved inside you slowly causing you to moan into his open mouth. It felt good, but it wasn't enough for all this energy you had. You wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him deeper, urging him to go faster.

“Fuck” He let out a breath and started fucking you like he meant it. Tears welled up in your eyes, you never wanted him to stop. His fingers gripped your breast, pinching your nipple causing you to let out a scream. He moved his hand away and you placed it on your neck feeling the weight of it naturally belonged there.

“Jesus Woman.” He added pressure and your back arched up more at the sensation. You didn't want it to end, but your body was taking over more and more with each deep thrust.

“Tommy” You yelled “Fuck Tommy - Don't stop -”

You let out some kind of strangled growl and your body seized up around him, equal parts pulling him in and pushing him out.

You collapsed and realised he’d finished in you. He rested his forehead on your shoulder breathing heavily.

“Was it alright then?” You whispered. He smiled at you and let out a breathy noise.

“Better than fucking alright.” He placed a bite on your neck causing you to pull his hair. “If I didn't fucking feel it, there’s no I’d say you were new at this.”

You showered together, which felt even more intimate in ways. Then he pulled you to bed, unbothered by your wet hair, he held your naked body tightly.

You let out another moan causing him to chuckle. This type of physical contact hit your body differently. Something deep inside you relaxed, like an internal war had been settled. You felt safer than ever, loved, wanted, and just really fucking comfortable.

"I guess we need a new dining room, Eh?" You were slightly relieved as you also hated that room.

"Just let Francis handle it." he murmured into your hair.

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Sex was constant after that. It only got hotter and more aggressive. Tommy was still his usual moody self, but rarely towards you.

He was with you every chance he got, slowly easing you into the family business. Late at night laying in bed you would try to help come up with solutions. Soon enough you were an important part of family meetings.

You spent a lot of time with Esme and Ada, helping out with the kids. Tommy often brought you around your little sister's school to walk her home. The only real time you could spend with her, as you were further shunned from your family.

Months passed in this happy routine.

You sat next to Esme in the betting shop eating a piece of toast with jam and pickles.

“God, that's disgusting.” She said in a lazy tone.

“I’m disgusted with myself for eating it but I can't stop myself.”

Polly breezed through the shop then said good morning. She looked down at the toast.

“Are you enjoying that?” She gave you a searching look. You nodded, feeling embarrassed. She came over to you quickly putting her hands on your breasts, causing you to almost choke on your toast. Esme started to howl with laughter.

Tommy took that as an excellent time to make an appearance.

You looked at him with wide eyes unsure of what was happening.

“Pregnant” Polly declared happily. You swallowed your toast, relieved to see Tommy’s face light up rather than fall.

He gave you a tight hug and was outwardly happy about the situation. Everyone seemed happy about it, the family somehow brought you in even closer.

You couldn't be more happy with the way things turned out, Tommy’s hands were always on your stomach. Polly, Esme, and Ada were all competing against each other for the best baby name.

Little baby Elenore Shelby was born in December. By far the best Christmas present you could ever think of. You watched your husband hold your tiny daughter, looking at her like she was the best thing to ever occur on earth. You knew that he would always be there for her, and you.

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[jamiewintons]

I had to ask for the fluff prompts: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” for Jamie (poor Jamie, he keep getting his clothes stolen 😂)

From this prompt list.

Warnings: One s*xual reference.

Today was the day that you were finally moving in, and Jamie was excited. He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he got ready to go over to your place and help you pack your things up. He'd showered, gotten dressed, and was almost prepared to walk out the door, but there was one more thing he needed, as it was a rather cold day outside.

His favourite red hoodie was nowhere to be found. He'd checked everywhere around the house, but it just seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Jamie thought back to the last time he remembered seeing it, and…

Ah, that explained it.

It seemed that Jamie's favourite hoodie happened to be your favourite as well. Ever since the first time he'd given it to you to wear when you'd forgotten to bring a jumper of your own, you'd been mildly obsessed with it. Oftentimes you'd be wearing it when you were at his place, and conveniently "forget" you had it when you left. Honestly Jamie didn't mind if you wanted to keep it, he just didn't quite understand your fascination with it.

Knowing that he wasn't going to find his hoodie anywhere in his own house, Jamie grabbed a different jacket, along with his phone so he could call you before he left. He opened his phone and called your number, patiently waiting for you to pick up.

It only took a few rings before he heard your tired voice on the other end. "Morning Jamie," you said, clearly trying to fight off a yawn.

"Good morning, love, I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, I've been awake for a while. I just had a bit of trouble getting to sleep last night, I guess I was just too excited." Jamie's smile widened when you said that, because he'd felt the exact same way. It had been a struggle to shut his brain off and drift off to sleep.

"Well, do you want me to come over now? The sooner we get everything sorted the sooner we can relax." To be fair, it probably wouldn't take that long, since a lot of your stuff was already at Jamie's place anyway.

"Sounds good. I'll see you soon, then?"

"Wait, before you go, have you seen my hoodie?" Jamie asked, pretending like he didn't already know the answer to his question.

You were silent for a few moments until you spoke up again, giving a rather unconvincing, "Nooo…."

"You're wearing it, aren't you?"

"…Yes."

"Why don't you just keep it? It looks better on you anyway." Jamie had offered it to you many times, but you always refused, only to steal it again at the next given opportunity.

"That's not how this works, Jamie. If you let me keep this, I'll just have to steal another item of your clothing… and if things continue like that, you'll end up with no clothes to wear at all." You hummed in thought momentarily. "Actually, that doesn't sound so bad…"

You didn't need to see Jamie with your own eyes to know that he was blushing, by the way he stammered over his words as if he'd forgotten what he was going to say. You weren't able to help yourself from giggling at how easy it was to fluster Jamie. He was just too cute.

"Don't worry, Jamie, I'd never do something so cruel," you told him, wishing that you could see the expression on his face. "Come on, let's get this over and done with. I'm sick of not living with you."

Jamie's smile returned. Once again, he felt the exact same way.

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[kiillerqueen]

❝ Don't kill me for saying this , but I am taking it that your broad must be smokin hot. ❞ Diego knows that he is going to need to tread on careful terms when speaking about his friend's on and off again girlfriend. In all truthfulness he wasn't exactly sure why Jamie kept going back to her. Than again he had admitted to enjoying the craziness in a woman if she was hot enough to deal with. Sure Diego has no room on judging the male's relationship when his relationship is in much worse shape than the male's that sat before him. Diego isn't too concerned though about his wife , in his eyes she was weak and wouldn't dare to do anything to cross him. Of course he isn't aware of the plan that his wife has been cooking up behind his back. Not only that but he couldn't ever imagine a good friend like Jamie would be the one roped into it. ❝ I know that he is going to be proud of me in the long run , -- yet at the same time I know that he is going to want to fucking kill me at the same time. I know that if I was in his position that I would want to kill the bastard that fooled me enough to not see the blindside coming. Than I have Mariana to worry about , and how I am going to have to listen to her sobbing about how her family gave me everything I have just to ruin them. ❞ Truth be told Diego didn't care about how his wife viewed him , because to him she was just a pawn in his plan since the day he found out that her old man had been looking to find her a husband that would be a great fit to take over. It does cause the male's blood to boil a tad bit to know that there was men under him that were talking about doing shit to his wife. ❝ I guess it is a good thing that Mariana wouldn't be caught dead with one of them isn't it? If you know of any of them acting upon theses desires I want you to tell me. Understand? ❞ Diego isn't asking Jamie , it was an order.

❝ Believe me I had thought about it , but her old man insisted on making sure that I would be able to father her children. I wish there was a way to pretend that I don't know that is what she wants , but it is hard when the god damn woman is asking me at least four times a week. I never did think about that. It just means that I am going to have to make sure that I pay very close to her schedule , I swear almost every woman has one when it comes to that shit. ❞ Diego is sure that it wouldn't be a hard thing to do , he is sure that he could schedule those business trips with Catalina around his wife's window to conceive. ❝ Maybe she doesn't right now , but I feel like at some point every woman gets this urge to be a mother. Unless you're one of the lucky ones that don't possess that mother instinct. ❞ Why couldn't he have been one of those lucky men to have a wife that didn't desire to be fucked in hopes of having a child be the result of it. ❝ Oh are we all of a sudden not into the whole being both crazy and hot theory anymore? As for her husband I am not too concerned about him finding out what is going on between myself and his wife. He has his own issues to be taking care of to keep tabs oh her. You have no idea how amazing of a woman she actually is Jamie , she is fucking perfect. If she decides to have my head in the end so be it , because it would be worth it. ❞ Maybe there is more than just empty feelings on Diegos end. All he knew is that he never felt this way about a woman before.

❝ It's a catch twenty two. If crazy comes with the hot, then I hope she's fucking insane, ❞ he laughs. The weed and booze finally got to kick in his system. Jaime had never considered himself to have a problem when it came to doing things like this, but since Mariana approached him, he could hardly tolerate being sober. The weight ate at him. Sometimes he didn't know if he'd survive the day without exploding on someone. The only positive he could think of is that no one knew what Mariana asked except for him. It just hurt sitting next to his friend knowing that his wife was actively betraying him. What hurt most is that it could be justified with the revelations of Diego's own actions. How he got caught up in this mess amazed him everyday. Jaime didn't have a clue what the right move would be for him. He was fucked any way he looked at it. ❝ If you're bold enough to do it, then you gotta be bold enough to face him. None of that punk shit. He'd never respect you if you did that. ❞ Diego's words of a lifelong marriage when his words constantly framed himself as being a tortured by the femme confused him. They weren't compatible. She'd hate him for overthrowing her father and probably want an out, only for him to say no? Ego. That's what it had to be. Which is why Jaime seemed surprised to see him react negatively at the thought of men talking about Mariana. ❝ Do I really have to tell you? I'm a crude guy and even I don't feel it's appropriate to repeat some of the shit I hear to your face. ❞

Shrugging his shoulders,❝ I'm surprised you didn't get snipped prior to getting married since you don't want to have kids. Just pretend you don't know she wants to get pregnant. That's an easy enough solution. They're on a clock anyways. Stay busy when she'd get pregnant and fuck her when she can't. It shouldn't be too hard. Planning to have a kid is a lot harder than it looks from what I've heard. Some people try for fucking years, and can't eve get a drop of anything. You should be good. ❞ Jaime seemed pathetic. Begging his friend to fuck his own wife so he didn't have to. ❝ We break up every fucking week. What do you think? ❞ He could not fathom that conversation with Julieta even though he would have a kid with her. It just wasn't the right time. At least pivoting to the mystery identity of his new girlfriend seemed hopeful. That was until he dropped her name. Jaime almost spit out the bourbon he quickly took a sip from at the mere mention alone. ❝ Do you have a death wish or something? That's all I'm getting between the whole family hostile take over to fucking Manny's girl. You do know about her right? What they call her? She's a fucking maneater, Diego. I don't know a single motherfucker whose lived being around her. They're always missing or fucking dead and we don't think it's her husband doing this shit either. I've heard rumors that she's the one who offs them when they fuck up or something. ❞

[lunnybunny12]

Sandor Clegane X Reader (Your secret sworn shield)

Thank you to @1ofjokersgoons for the request

A/N: here you go hope you enjoy it. This my mind to all kinds of places so sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted.

Master list

Word count: 1,787

Warnings: Swearing, fighting

Your nose burned in the frigid air, and you squinted against the sun reflecting off of the armed men around you.

The cold wasn't something you were used to. Hells, you'd only ever seen snow twice in your life and you weren't exactly fond of it then either. Thankfully It was the summer when your father roped your family into his campaign across Westeros.

"You can always ride with your Mother of you're cold, princess, " Your father said in a mocking tone as he rode beside you.

"I'd rather lose a hand to frostbite," You chuckled, adjusting your position on the saddle.

You were the eldest of the Baratheon brood and the jewel of Roberts eye. Unlike your siblings, there was no mistaking you were your fathers daughter. You had the looks and grace of your mother, yes, but you also had the attitude, appetite for fighting and signature brown/black hair of a Baratheon.

" And father please don't call me princess. You know how much I hate it,"

"Ah but that's the issue young lady, you ARE a princess and I want you to act like one. When we're at home you can come on hunts and roam about all you like, but not here. At Winterfell you need to put on those dresses you hate so much and you will watch your tongue in front of the Starks. Am I clear?"

Your jaw clenched in frustration. Your father had been saying this for the past week in not no nice ways but you understood full well why. One reason being that he was the only one you'd listen to. The second was that since you were born a girl, the Iron throne could never be yours. Your place as the eldest princess was to be wedded off to whomever your father deemed worthy of you, and thankfully (since the king held you in such high regard) that day was long overdue.

"Fine... But I want Clegane."

"The Hound? What need do you have of him?"

"If you want me to be a lady I will, but if I get attacked I can't protect myself properly while wearing heels and a bloody corset. I need a shield."

Another chuckle left your father. This time it wasn't out of cheer it was more in amusement.

"Ay you have the mind of a Lannister"

"One of the few good things that family gave me," you smiled.

When you got to Winterfell later that day it was a relief, to say the least. As much as you enjoyed the outdoors and hunting around the red keep, the warmth the castle provided was a godsend. It seemed like everyone from the north had arrived to catch a glimpse of your family but it's not like it was hard to miss. Your mother and siblings wore the bold Lannister red and their heir shone as brightly as the gold they mined. Your uncle Jamie in the white armour of the kings guard and you in the Baratheon colours, sat on your horse, taking it all in.

As you were getting ready for the feast a knock was heard on your chamber door. An audible gasp was heard from your chamber made then they saw the hound lumber into the room and holt at seeing you.

You were stood there in a long, (Favourite colour) dress with long sleeves and a matching cloak. Your hair had been styled the northern way, simple yet elegant. The southern styles were too fiddly for your taste.

"Ladies, you are dismissed" you said.

The women immediately scurried out of the door and shut it behind them with a heavy thunk. You smiled as you watched the man search the room for any threats or anyone that could eavesdrop. When he deemed it safe he was the one that spoke first.

"You wanted me, you got me. For the whole week"

"You're making it sound like a bad thing, my love"

"It is if I can't keep my hands off of you" he growled and pulled your hips to kiss you roughly.

You were 10 when Joffrey was born and he was more of a disappointment to you than anything else. He was brash, rude, inconsiderate, boorish, egotistical and above all a coward. If someone. When he was younger hed always be at your heels, annoying you to no end and constantly tried to get you in trouble (The keyword being tried) and since Sandor's purpose was to protect the future king, he was with you too. You ended up becoming his babysitter and whenever you were training the boy would shout and say nasty thing to make you lose your concentration. One day you had, had enough of his heckles and asked him to spar with you. However, instead of being a man and doing it himself, he sent his dog to do it for him.

"Clegane isn't always going to be with you little brother and neither will anyone else if you don't lose that sour attitude. So be a man, and spar with me yourself."

It was the way you said it that shook Clegane. He expected you to lose your rag or just leave the training area all together but instead, you talked like you would a scared child. Calm and collected yet firm. As expected Joffery took the challenge, lost and then whined about it like the boy he was.

You parted from the kiss with a cheeky grin as you held his neck in your hands, making him shiver.

"You've controlled yourself before Sandor, and you can do it again,"

"You put far too much trust in me Princess"

"No Sandor I put all of my trust in you. and don't call me princess."

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Two days had passed since the feast and you didn't like who you pretended to be. You didn't like the dress or hair or corset but it kept your parents off of your scent for a while. A couple of times you were able to sneak off with Sandor and do your own thing and since you were there to keep up appearances, you weren't missed.

One evening as you were walking across the courtyard, you heard a scuffle coming from behind the stables. You were met with a fully stocked armoury and training area. The walls were lined with a variety of weapons, from knives and slingshots to swards and axes. You reached your gloved hand towards a sword a sudden voice made you jump.

"Be careful, your grace. They're sharp"

It was one of the Stark boys. He was on the older side, about the same age as you may be a tad bit younger. Admittedly you'd been too caught up in being with Sandor that you hadn't taken the time to know your hosts.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you, your grace,"

"Don't worry about it... um... sorry I'm so bad with names" You said to the black-haired boy.

"Robb Stark, your grace," He answered kissing your hand.

A deep growl came from behind you, and an amused smile crossed your face. Sandor knew full well the boy was just being polite but he felt protective of you regardless.

"and please be careful around the swords they are sharp. We can't have a lady hurting her self,"

The tone Robb used was like he was talking to a child that couldn't tell the difference between a knife and a toothpick. Sandor picked up on it too. He knew what you were going to do before you did.

From what the boy had said he wasn't aware of your training, nor your personality in general and a fake, sheepish, smile spread across your face.

"Well I have had a little bit of training in how to fight but since I came to Winterfell I've forgotten most of it... you look like you know a few things do you mind catching me up?" You said, acting naive and from the look Robb gave you, it worked like a charm.

Robb agreed to "help" you and took you into the training area. He introduced you to Theon Greyjoy and his half brother Jon Snow.

Sandor watched as you continued your act with an almost invisible smile. Whenever you were in the Red Keep you were a completely different person, you were you but god's did he find that facade entertaining.

By that point, Rob had shown you how to hold a sword, jab and do a couple of swings and before you knew it you were going to spar.

"Are you ready, your grace?"

"I'm a little scared" you answered in fake concern.

"Don't worry your highness, I'll take it easy on you"

You could hear the boys chuckle in the corner of the arena and you knew they were laughing at you... or at least Greyjoy was. Sandor had taken it upon himself to stand by the pair and tell them to hush and watch the show.

The second Robb called "go" you swiped his legs out from under him, knocking him flat on his ass.

"Oh sorry," you snickered "I did tell you I had some training didn't I?"

The Stark stood up and brushed himself off. "Its alright princess, let's go again shall we?"

Almost immediately he lunged at you again, that time you blocked his sword with yours and then knocked him down.

Round after round Robb lost and each time your smile grew.  By the tenth round, Robb had finished "Taking it easy" on you and you were completely fine with that, If he wanted to hurt you he would have done it already. It was all in good fun and after one more knockdown, Robb yielded.

"Nice skills Stark, your father should be proud" You said as you walked up to him and extended your hand to pull him up.

With a smirk, he grabbed your hand. "Likewise your majesty. Although you could have told me before I made a fool of myself"

"Aww and wheres the fun in that?" You said handing the boy the practice sword. "Its been a pleasure Lord Stark that was quite entertaining, but I must bid you good night."

As you walked to the exit of the arena you saw Theon and Jon looking at you gobsmacked.

"Have a good evening Gentlemen." you bowed to the 3 of them and they bowed back.

Many, hot, steamy, lustful kisses were exchanged that night. Not out of jealousy or anger or hatred, but out of pure infatuation. After a particularly long kiss, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Do you know what you did today?"

"No."

"You made me fall in love with you,"

[bukojuiice]

baby it’s cold outside. katsuki bakugo x reader) christmas headcanons🎄

ೃ pairing: (katsuki bakugo x reader)

ೃ requested by @swankiifiied​: “hi! could i get some holiday fluff hcs w/ bakugo please?” (your wish is my command! :D hope you enjoy bub!)

ೃ  warnings: cursing (courtesy of Bakugo)

ೃ genre: fluff overload!!! ♡

ೃ    my ongoing bakugo x reader smau (please do give it a read if you have time!) my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:

)ೃ  i know i’m a day late for christmas and i’m really sorry aaa hope you guys still enjoy nonetheless ♡ tysm for 500 followers!!! it really means a lot to me and i can never thank any one enough for all the support and love.

ೃ song inspo: baby it’s cold outside (cover by Jamie and Gaho)

✧ MATCHING CHRISTMAS SWEATERSSSS!!! You would be probing and forcing Bakugo to wear this cute couple sweater set you saw in the Mall for you guys to wear for Christmas Dinner with your family. However, Katsuki will 100% disagree with your idea before you can even finish your sentence. 

  "No way in hell am I wearing some shitty and itchy fleece sweater with you." 

“SUKI-KUN PLEASE I BEG YOUUU DO IT FOR THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.”

  You eventually got your way though. But, instead, you had to make a deal with your explosive boyfriend that he would be the one to choose the designs imprinted on your sweaters.

  Although it was a "risky deal" at least you still get to be cute and lovey dovey with him. 

  He ended up choosing some rather unique designs. His sweater was colored black with white skulls in Santa hats printed and plastered in every part of the garment. It was very Bakugo and it looked really really hot good on him. 

  Yours on the other hand, was the exact opposite of his (although the designs are a couple set) with it's lavender color, Rainbows and cute little white bunnies wearing Santa hats sprinkled everywhere... It was very girly and cutesy. 

 He's teasing you relentlessly because of how childish your sweater looks, and you snap back at him by saying that he was the one who chose this in the first place and you tease him back by saying "As long as I get to match my outfit with you I wouldn't want it any other way." 

  This catches him off guard as he blushes furiously from your quip.

  It also didn’t help that Bakugo thought you looked really hot cute in your sweater too and how it complimented your figure. Making him even more tsundere than usual. 

 As soon as he arrives at your Christmas eve dinner, your younger cousins/siblings quickly crowded around him. Showering him with compliments, asking him to showcase his quirk, asking him if he could play with them, what training to become a  pro hero is like, and what is life like studying in UA. 

You try to tell your cousins/siblings to pipe down and give your boyfriend  some space but they continue to circle around Katsuki. Pretending not to hear you.  

There was no way out of this and at the same time, Katsuki wanted to impress your family in his own little way so he pompously asks the children to follow him out to the backyard. 

You follow suit to see the mayhem and to see a heartwarming scene unfold. Not until your cool wine aunt pulls you over to tell you that you scored a good one and he looks like a keeper. You couldn’t help but smile as you quickly head out to the yard. 

You continue to admire the scene of seeing Katsuki interact rather kindly and gently to your younger cousins/siblings. It was an unusual sight. 

“Katsuki-nii-san!! Come back for New Year’s and use your quirk to light up our fireworks and new year crackers pretty please!!!”

Especially coming from Katsuki Bakugo. As he was very quick-tempered.

Your cheeky little cousin brought out a mistletoe from her bag and waved it in front of you and Katsuki. She couldn’t hold the mistletoe under the two of you because of how small she was, but she was still pushing the two of you to kiss at the presence of the small plant. 

You and Katsuki catch each other’s gaze, and stop to look at each other for a moment waiting for one another to make a move. He looks away, his mouth forming into a pout, trying his best to avoid eye contact with you so it doesn’t look too obvious that he was blushing.

He certainly wasn’t going to make the first move so you approach him dutifully at the behest of the peering eyes of your younger cousins/siblings and tiptoe to peck him on the cheek. 

The kids all simultaneously squealed in excitement. They jump for joy and began to sing in unison a song they made up on the spot: 

“(Y/N)-nee-san and Bakugo-nii-san under a mistletoe! K.I.S.S.I.N.G.!!!”

Once all the splendor had died down, and all your relatives went home, Katsuki had decided to stay for the night with the permission of your parents as you would be visiting the Bakugo’s in the morning too and the two of you could just go together. 

Your family goes up to their respective rooms to rest, leaving you and Bakugo downstairs in the kitchen to clean up a few other things. This was the perfect moment for the two of you to finally have quality time with each other specially after an entire night of socializing.

“Hey (Y/N)... Do you want some hot cocoa?” He says begrudgingly, scratching the back of his neck.

You were screaming internally. This is the first time he’s ever offered to cook/make something like this. (As the only time you’ve seen him cook up to this point was the curry incident during forest training camp.) “Yes please!!!”

You watch him make magic in your kitchen, as he carefully pours milk into both of your cups then proceeds to whisk cocoa powder and sugar, then finally, he heats both of the mugs up. 

While he continues to create what looks like the tastiest hot chocolate you have ever seen, you suddenly remembered a joke that has been in your mind since the start of December. 

“Katsuki-kun... I have a joke. A Christmas joke at that.”

“Don’t even fucking try.”

“Come onnnnn just hear me outttt.” You look at him with your most cutest puppy eyes and signature smile.

“Fine. Do your worst.”

“Okay so... what is the most attractive drink?”

“Forget what I said. Don’t you dare continue your shitty—”

“A hot chocolate.”

“(Y/N) that is the worst fucking joke I’ve ever heard in my entire life. If you think of one again, then your corny ass is never going to have a taste of this hot cocoa ever again.” He says seriously, piercing you with his death stare as he hands over the mug. 

“Ahahahah fine. This will be the last time. I promise.” You laugh sheepishly, taking a sip of the hot cocoa and immediately feel a rush of sweetness and exquisite taste from just one sip alone. “Katsuki-kun! This tastes amazing!! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my entire life.”

“Of course it’s going to taste good. I made it.”  He ruffles your hair, his lips curving into a smile because of your reaction to his cooking. 

You grab his hand and take him to the living room. The fireplace still lit up, with a classic Christmas movie (Love Actually) playing on the TV, and a comfy and soft blanket sprawled upon the couch. Perfect for the two of you to wrap around yourselves and a perfect chance to cuddle with him. 

You sit down on the couch, then Katsuki sitting down beside you shortly after as he swaddles the blanket around the two of you. 

You scoot closer to him to the point that you could feel each other’s body heat as the two of you began to snuggle. 

It was rather an awkward position as Katsuki had no idea where to hold you and this was all pretty much still new for the both of you. You give him a comforting smile and a supportive nod. 

You hear him grunt quietly as he props himself up from the couch.  You adjust to his new position too and this time, you were lying on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.  It was soft and warm. You could feel his strong trained muscles and a faint scent of his cologne. 

“Thank you for tonight. For getting along with my family and for spending time with me like this. I really appreciate it.” You snuggle even closer to him, whispering softly. 

“Yea yea.” He says in a slight tone of annoyance, trying to brush you off. “Anything for you. And besides, I enjoyed seeing your cousins/siblings stare in awe because of my quirk anyway.” He adds, this time in a sincere and affectionate tone as he plays with your hair again.

The two of you begin to drift off into sleep, the two of you bathed in each other’s warmth in a cold Christmas night and life has never been better. 

- Fin.

[harrytpotter]

RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME — Part II

A/N: Again, I’d like to remind you guys that English is not my mother language, so apologies in advance for any mistakes. Once again, the gif isn’t mine, I took it from google; if it’s yours or belongs to anyone you know, let me know so I can credit! :)

You were passing through a hall full of empty classrooms on your way to the great hall. You were about to turn on your right when strong hands grabbed you by your waist and dragged you into one of the rooms. You were about to hit the stranger in the face when you realized who they were.

“Jamie, you dickhead! You startled the living hell out of me,” you bump your fist into his shoulder rather strongly.

“Ouch! Bitter much, love?” He grimaces, rubbing his shoulder.

You roll your eyes at him. “Stop being such a drama queen, would ya?! I suppose there’s a reason why you ambushed me in an empty hallway when basically the entire castle is at the great hall?!”

“Oh, about that... In how much trouble did we get ourselves into this time?” He grinned.

“Care to elaborate that, darling?” You frown.

“Moony and Pads came back earlier last night and we hadn’t return until pretty late because you kept insisting you needed to get wasted and... McGonagall seems like she wants to murder me when you’re the one she should’ve been pissed at,” he says, thoughtful.

“Sweetheart... everybody wants to murder you,” you offer him a mockery smile. “I wouldn’t know how to help you with that since I can’t recall about pretty much anything after the first shot of firewhisky I took last night.”

“You can’t remember anything? At all? Oh, woman...” he grins satisfied at you, a brow lifted.

Your sarcasm act and mockery smile dropped all of a sudden. “James... what did I do last night?” You ask him, eyes widen.

“You see, love... that was one interesting night, to say the least,” the grin on his face went wider, if that was even possible.

Before you could rip the detailed story out of him, the door is opened with a loud bang and your other two best friends enter the room, the marauder’s map in hands.

“Now that was dramatic,” James shruggs at Sirius and Remus.

“Where were you? You should’ve heard Evans’ screams at James,” Sirius says to you, trying to contain a burst of laughter.

“About that, what exactly did you tell her?! She was ready to rip off my head earlier this morning, lucky me she was so pissed she couldn’t even make sense,” James narrow his eyes.

“I might have called her Lily Potter...” you answer him with your best i’m-sorry-i-screwed-up face.

Sirius and Remus both exploded in a loud laughter whilst James stared at you, jaw-dropped. Then, he bursted into a loud laughter himself. You roll your eyes at your best friends, laughing as well.

***

The morning classes passed by the blink of an eye and soon you found yourself surrounded by your best friends at the great hall during lunch. You did your best to try to focus on the chit chats going on around you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry, Ron and Hermione and your sudden absence from Hogwarts at their time. What would they think? Were they worried about you? Would they look for you and somehow end up here as well eventually? It could turn out to be an absolute mess.

“Y/N!” James shouts your name, dragging the attention of the entire table to you.

“Hmm?!” You snap back to reality, looking at him with a clueless expression.

“I was telling Mrs. Potter here that we should have a June wedding, what do you think?” He looked amused at Lily who was clearly beyond annoyed.

“Sure, sounds nice,” you answer him briefly, not paying much attention. You were getting back at your thoughts when you felt somebody grab your hand.

“Come here,” James leaded you out of the great hall to a quiet and desert hallway. “Talk to me, love.”

You raise your brows at him, playing dumb. You knew it was pointless because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to keep anything from James. He had always paid attention to you and knew you better than even yourself, hence he’d knew you’d be lying if you said nothing was going on.

“Lily is a little concerned about you as well. She said you were acting weird this morning and she too realized you didn’t give a damn about our classes today, which, may I add, is extremely odd for you, darling,” he grinned, grabbing your hands and interlocking your fingers in his. A habit he had whenever he was trying to make you feel better.

You look away from his gaze and before you could come up with an excuse, a few students of Ravenclaw passing by started to tease the two of you. “Glad to see you finally owned up to your feelings, Potter and L/N!” Someone shouted and the others giggled before disappearing. You and James often listened things like that over the years but both of you never really cared. Sometimes you played along with it, other times you just ignored it. You were about to pretend you didn’t listen to them and try to change the subject when you noticed something strange.

“Are you blushing, Potter?” You frown.

“Me?” He laughs. “Not my thing, darling. You know I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, maybe you should tell that to the pink shade taking over your entire face right now,” you tease him, both brows lifted.

“Full of jokes today, aren’t we?” He rolls his eyes trying to look unimpressed and contain his embarrassment.

“Always, love,” you throw you arm over his shoulders, kissing is cheek in mockery.

James grins at you and rest his left arm on your waist whilst the two of you walk to your next class together.

***

The week had come to an end and you hadn’t hear from Dumbledore ever since you handed him the time-turner. Not that you had time to worry about that at all, since James has made his life mission to spend every waking hour he had with you until you felt better. He even dragged you to all of his quidditch practices. Like today. You were sitting on the bench observing your best friend with vivid eyes, taking mental notes of his behavior on field so you could pick on him later saying how you thought he could improve his technique, knowing very well how much it annoyed him.

“Mind if I join you?” A Hufflepuff grins at you. “My team’s supposed to use the field to practice next but apparently I’m a little earlier.”

“Not at all,” you point him the seat next to you.

“Thanks. I don’t see much of you in here on practice days,” he says whilst sitting.

“Oh, probably because I’m stuck inside the library studying. Or being lectured because of some trouble my friend up there gets me on,” you laugh.

“Yeah, James has quite the fame, hasn’t he?” He laughs too.

You engage on a conversation with the boy for the rest of the practicing, not noticing when James landed right beside you with his broom.

“Hey, love! Wanna head to the locker room so I can change?” He weirdly places a kiss on you cheek, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Sure,” you stand up and answer him before turning back to the Hufflepuff. “See you! Diggory, right?!”

The boy nods at you, smiling. “See you around, L/N.”

“Since when do you talk to Amos Diggory?” James says once you’re outside Diggory’s hearing range, frowning.

“I don’t, this was the first time actually,” you shrug. “So if you’re planning on teasing and annoy the bloody hell outta me saying that I fancy him or something, sorry but it won’t work,” you add, looking at him with both brows raised.

James laughs. “I’ll have better luck next time on annoying you then, L/N.” He then hugs you tightly, lifting you up and spinning you around. “Or will I have it now anyway?”

“James Potter, you’re the biggest arse this planet has ever seen!” You laugh.

You were already feeling a little better.

[stardusttkachuk]

Mistletoe

Pairing: Jamie Benn x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, fluff, a little bit of sad Jamie, a lot of teasing Tyler

Summary: Tyler is tired of his two best friends dancing around their feelings for each other and takes matters into his own hands by deliberately placing mistletoe above them.

A/N: This is day 11 of starduststarkey’s 12 days of Christmas fics. Check my masterlist for more!

“Dude, what are you doing?” Jamie asked, watching as Tyler attempted to hang a bundle of mistletoe above the front door. “Are you serious? Take that down.”

“It’ll be funny,” Tyler laughed. 

“No it won’t. You’re tricking everyone who probably doesn’t want to be together into being together with that thing. And what happens when you get two people under it who aren’t a couple? Don’t you think they’re going to be pissed at you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Lighten up, Benn.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at Tyler. Lighten up. Yeah. How was he supposed to lighten up after being dumped two weeks before Christmas? He had already gotten her several gifts, already told his parents she would be joining him this year and was so excited to bring her home. He had the whole thing planned out. And then 6 days ago he came home and all of her things were gone and he was left with a note that said she couldn’t do this anymore, that they were moving too fast and things were getting too serious. But he should definitely lighten up. 

“Sorry. Forgot,” Tyler mumbled, remembering the entire reason Jamie was here helping him decorate in the first place. Tyler took the mistletoe down from above the front door, stashing it back in the box of decorations. 

Jamie knew he should apologize too. He didn’t need to go off on Tyler like that. Tyler was just trying to make the night fun.

Jamie gave a half hearted apology that Tyler brushed off and when he grabbed another piece of decoration he picked up the mistletoe with it, deciding to leave it in the main room for people to use for their own enjoyment.

—

You rang Tyler’s door once and then again, something you’d always done when you’d stopped by, a little trick to let him know it was you. The party wouldn’t start for another hour and a half but you made sure to bring enough food for double the entire Stars roster and then some.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Tyler said upon opening the door. 

He nearly gasped seeing the container of cookies you had brought. “You even made cookies!”

“Of course.”

Tyler grabbed a few of the bags, closing the door behind you. 

“Jamie’s here too, by the way.” Tyler said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“He is?” Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name and you tried not to sound so happy. “How’s he been since… you know.”

“Mopey. But I’m sure he’ll be happier when he sees you.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach when Jamie came to the kitchen and lifted you into a crushing hug. 

—

Jamie couldn’t stop staring at you as you set up the kitchen. He was still helping Tyler with the living room area and the gaming area but kept turning around and smiling as you moved effortlessly around.

“Dude,” Tyler said, punching his arm.

Jamie’s cheeks turned red. Tyler was like a big brother to you. When he moved to Dallas you had moved in with him, going to school, working part time, and watching the dogs when he was gone. With the amount of time Jamie spent with Tyler, it wasn’t a surprise the two of you had grown close as well.

“Tell her,” Tyler whispered.

Jamie shook his head. “I don’t think she sees me like that.”

Tyler raised one eyebrow at him. “Uh… yeah. She does.” 

“Really?”

Tyler looked in your direction, catching you staring this time. You turned away quickly, pretending you weren’t just caught.

“Yeah,” Tyler laughed. “So you should tell her tonight.”

“I… I’ll think about it,” Jamie said

—

You barely noticed the party dying down; people slowly trickling out. All the while you were on the loveseat with Jamie, both deep in conversation about holiday plans, that had slowly drifted down memory lane. 

“Nothing will ever beat playing Winter Classics on new years day though,” Jamie said.

“That game was amazing,” you replied. “I still don’t know how I’m going to repay you for getting me tickets.”

“You’re not,” Jamie laughed. “Well unless…” he began but trailed off. 

“Unless what?” You asked. Seriously if there was any way for you to repay Jamie for those tickets, you would. 

“Nothing. Never mind,” Jamie said, shaking his head.

“Jame!” You swatted at his arm and begged,“tell me!”

“Okay… those cookies you made tonight. If you make me some, that’ll be payment.”

You didn’t believe that was the original thing he was thinking of. But you weren’t going to press it. “When do you leave for home?” You asked.

“Tuesday,” he said.

“I’ll bring some by on Monday. Then you can take them with you.”

“Really?” Jamie gasped, wrapping you in a hug. “You’re the best ever!”

Mid hug you heard someone clearing their throat. You jumped away from Jamie, turning your head, and finding Tyler behind the couch. 

Tyler’s eyes averted to above you and Jamie. Attached to the end of a fishing pole was a bundle of mistletoe. 

Although you couldn’t see it you knew your face was bright red. You could feel the warmth radiate from your cheeks, to the tips of your ears and down your neck.

“Tyler,” you started.

“What?” he laughed.

“I told you to put that thing away,” Jamie said.

“Yeah, funny story. I clearly remember putting it away, but then I found it on my coffee table. So obviously someone didn’t want it put away, or else they wouldn’t have gotten it back out of the decoration box and left it on the coffee table.”

It was Jamie’s turn to blush.

Tyler sighed. “Look, I’m so tired of the both of you playing this just friends game. You both like each other. And don’t deny it because I know. I’ve heard the way y’all talk about each other.”

You looked toward Jamie. Although you had your suspicions before, they went away once he got together with his now ex. Your crush on him never went away though. You felt destined to always be just friends, that your feelings would never be reciprocated.

Jamie had his bottom lip between his teeth. Your heart sunk as you started thinking that maybe your suspicions were right. Maybe he didn’t actually like you and what he had told Tyler was a crush that he had gotten over.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked suddenly, putting a halt to your wandering thoughts.

You nodded. The next second his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours. You had completely forgotten about the party and where you were, and about Tyler behind you two until he started whistling.

It was a quick kiss, but nothing short of amazing. You’re sure it would’ve lasted longer if Tyler wasn’t being obnoxious in the background. 

“I took some pictures for ya,” Tyler beamed. “So you’ll always remember your first kiss.”

You rolled your eyes, although you were incredibly happy. You couldn’t wait to see them.

Tyler grabbed the fishing pole he had rigged up, finally moving the mistletoe out from above your heads. You glanced around the room, noticing that it was just you and Jamie left. You wondered what time it was, and how lost in conversation you and Jamie had been.

Jamie didn’t say anything, simply rose from the couch and held his hand out to you to help you up too. Panic coursed through you again. Maybe this was just a one time thing. Maybe he only did it to get Tyler off his back.

“Do you need a ride home?” Jamie asked.

You shook your head. 

“Well… can I walk you to your car then?”

You nodded that time, heading to Tyler’s coat closet to collect your stuff.

“Bye Ty!” you called, finding him in the kitchen.

“What? You’re not gonna help me clean up?” He whined.

“Nope,” you laughed. You gave him a hug as he stepped closer to you. “Have a good Christmas.”

“You too.”

“Good?” Jamie asked when you had walked out again.

“Wait. You’re not staying either?”

Jamie laughed at Tyler’s disappointment. “I’ll be back. Just gonna walk Y/N to her car,” he said.

Tyler shot him a wink, making him blush once again. 

--

“I’ll bring you those cookies on Monday,” you said once you had reached your car. “Want or need anything else?”

“Actually, yeah.” Jamie kicked at a rock that was next to his feet, averting his eyes to the ground before back up at you. You gave him a questioning look, waiting for him to continue. “Come early. Have coffee and breakfast with me.”

“Like as a date?” You asked.

Jamie nodded. “Yeah. Like as a date.”

“Will there be mistletoe?” You teased.

“Do I need mistletoe to kiss you?” Jamie asked. You shook your head. “Good,” he said. “Because I wanted to do this, without Tyler being a paparazzi.” 

Jamie placed both hands on your waist this time, bending down as you stood on your toes. The second kiss was even better than the first and knowing Tyler wasn’t there to interrupt or take pictures or tease made it better.

It could’ve been thirty seconds or it could’ve been five minutes you weren’t sure but you were definitely breathless by the time you both pulled away.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Jamie whispered, pecking your lips again. 

“Monday,” you said between another kiss.

“Drive safe.” Another kiss.

“Okay.” Kiss.

Clearly you both were making up for lost time. You laughed between kisses, tried to say your goodbyes, all the while neither of you made an effort to actually leave.

“Okay. Tyler. Needs. You,” you said, punctuating each word with another kiss.

“I. Need. You.”

You placed your hand on his chest after another long kiss, keeping the both of you separated.

“Monday. We can continue this on Monday.”

Jamie nodded, taking a step back from you despite not wanting to.

“Monday.”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you climbed into your car. Jamie waited in the driveway, watching as you pulled off the lot.

As you watched his disappear in your rear view mirror you had two thoughts:

1- You were so thankful for Tyler.

2- You couldn’t wait for Monday. 

[webreathfandoms]

Fire Meet Ice (Teen/Adult Johnny Storm)

A/N: pretend he has blonde hair lol. also the gif does not belong to me!

warning: none

word count: 1346

***

Teen/Adult Johnny Storm x Reader

"Hey! Watch out!" A teenage voice shouted from across the field as a football came spiralling towards the raven-haired girl.  Jamie Laufeyson barely glanced up at the voice, and merely raised a hand in the air and plucked the ball out the air. Her eyes never strayed from the book her father had given her to read. Granted it was about world domination, but that was something Loki loved to joke about.

Jamie lifted her head when she heard hurried footsteps and panting. Soon a teenage boy around her age stood above her sitting frame. "How did you catch that?" He shouted as he motioned to the ball then to her and back again. His eyes held wonder and disbelief, which Jamie often saw a lot in her peers when they saw her do something that wasn't reading. "I play," The raven-haired beauty stated in a 'duh' voice.

"Why haven't I seen you around?" The blonde teenager in front of her demanded with crossed arms. Jamie hated to admit it, but he was attractive. With his blonde hair, Prussian blue eyes, and muscular build. However, Jamie wouldn't tell or show him in any way that she found him good looking.

"I'm allergic to guys who play football." Of course, she wasn't allergic to football guys- that would be tragic- it was her dad that told her to avoid getting attached to any mortal. Truly, he probably didn't want to deal with a 'weak' human who thought they were worthy of his little girl.

The boy, whose name Jamie did not know,  looked at her strangely. "Okay," he said drawing out ‘o’, "what's your name?"

Jamie debated whether or not she should tell him. In the end, she decided to just go ahead and tell him. "Laufeyson. Jamie Laufeyson." She smiled and offered him a hand.

He took it with an equally bright smile, "Storm. Johnny Storm."

***

Some years later

"Hey! Watch out!" A sudden shout pulled Jamie out of her daydreaming. She looked up to see a guy slam into her, sending the both of them to the ground. Behind him, several men shouted a familiar name as they tried to catch up to the mysterious man. With a groan, Jamie stood up and offered a hand to the fallen man. He reached for her hand, creating a shock when their skin met and looked deep into her eyes. Jamie gasped as she saw the familiar boy in front of her. Except he was no longer a boy, he was now a man.

"Johnny?" Jamie whispered as she let go of his hand in shock, sending him back to the ground. He muttered profanities but stood up, nonetheless. "Jamie?" His eyes ran over her body, again and again, taking her in. It seemed puberty had done both of them good. Johnny had gotten much taller, towering over Jamie. His frame was muscular and from what Jamie could see, he had a six-pack. His cobalt blue eyes seemed darker, but with a twinkle in his eye that brightened them up. He had the jaw of a god as if it were perfectly cut from marble and chiselled to perfection.

Meanwhile, Johnny seemed to be on the same thinking path as the female before him. The previous years since high school had done wonders to her appearance. Her hair had grown out into long, luscious black locks. She had finally grown into her hourglass figure and height of 5 ft 7. He admired her jade eyes that made her look exactly like her dad.

"It's been so long!" Jamie exclaimed but was interrupted as Johnny pulled her into an alley and pushed her against the wall. His body was right against hers, his breath fanning on her nose and lips. Jamie couldn't help but think back to those amazing two years of high school where she and Johnny had been lovers. She was reminded of all the sweet kisses, the passionate and eager kisses, along with the first awkward ones. Every memory that she had tried to block came crashing down on her as she continued to gaze into his stunning eyes.

"What're you doing?" She mumbled through semi-closed lips. He shushed her as he peeked out of the alley for anyone that could've followed them. In that time that Jamie managed to not think about his lips, she noticed he was wearing some weird suit thing. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"It's a flame-retardant suit." He answered nonchalantly as if she was supposed to know why he was wearing one. "Why the hell are you wearing something for firefighters?" She asked incredulously.

Johnny then looked at her in disbelief, "you don't know who I am?"

Jamie full out laughed at this. "You're Johnny Storm. Hot, cocky, no longer a teenage boy from high school." She listed off. The man in front of her sighed and stepped back from her. Jamie tried not to seem disappointed from the sudden coldness that settled into her bones when he moved away from her.  And that's saying something since she never got cold.

"Since you don't know," he stated, "I'll just show you." With that, he exploded into flames. Flames took over the shape of his whole body and glowed a bright red and orange colour. Jamie's back met the wall of the alley as she stumbled back with a yelp. Her instincts kicked in at her panic and she shot a blast of cold air at Johnny, causing the flames to cease and for him to stumble backwards.

"What the fuck!" The now human man shouted as he tried to catch his breath.

"Who are you?" Jamie shouted as she tried to get away from the man who was not the Johnny she knew. "It's me! Johnny, your ex! The guy you left." The two words resonated in her head, you left you left you left.

"I did not leave! I've been out of the country trying to save my father from himself! You have no right to say I left you when I told you I needed to help my father!" The raven-haired woman shouted; her eyes tinted red while her delicate hands hardened and formed a fist. "What was so important that you had to leave me for six years!" Johnny shouted back while flames started to lick up his arms.

Tears formed in Jamie's eyes while her hands unclenched in defeat, "my dad discovered something that tore him apart. He was mad- no, he was fuming. He tried to kill people, innocent people because something came over him when he was vulnerable." Jamie tried not to cry in front of Johnny but failed to keep the tears at bay.

The blonde couldn't stand to see the grief and tears on the face of the woman he loved. Jamie was not someone who readily showed weakness, but this seemed to be something that truly haunted her.  

“Hey, come here." He opened his thick arms for her to settle in and let her cry her into his chest. "I'm sorry for acting like a jerk."

"You are a jerk." Her muffled voice spoke out from where her face was nestled into his neck. His arms held her waist tighter as she lifted her face and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"I missed you," Johnny finally admitted, "I never stopped loving you, even when you were gone all those years. I know this isn't the right time, but you need to know." He leaned even closer to Jamie as she stood on her tippy toes to bring them closer together.

"I never stopped loving you," with that fire met ice in a flurry of passion, love, regret, and hope. Everything they never said to each other was said in that long kiss. The kiss sealed a future for the two superhumans (well superhuman and Etin).

"I love you." They both whispered and swooped in for another kiss that had Jamie's heart melting.