#Hehehe Happy Jamie~

[loupy-mongoose]

Okay this popped into my head this morning during breakfast, but out of everyone in the Linden clan, the Rennard Clan, Nico and Jovie too, who would like chocolate covered bacon?

Midas might be the next one to like it, but I feel like he'd lick the chocolate off. X3

Everyone else is neutral except Nico, who doesn't like dry/salty, and Rosie, who doesn't like sweet.

I've never had it myself, but I'd love to try it sometime! I love chocolate covered pretzels and especially pretzel M&M's, so I feel like I'd like chocolate covered bacon as well. Sweet and salty, mmmm~

[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO

REQUEST :  hiiiii :) if/when u can, smith like this with james or remus lupin? @bobs-fav-cat

(art is by gyung_studio on instagram)

SUM : you and James Potter are just friends —friends that act like they’re in a loving relationship.  

TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; idiots in love ; james loves giving you princess treatment ; and you love returning his affections ; just friends being friends ; hehehe~ ; they’re in denial ; domestic fluff ; selfcare session ; biker james? ; james being a sweetheart ; reader being absolute wifey material! ; james and reader being so in love it’s sickening ; the type of sickening that makes you puke rainbows, glitter and love hearts ; mutual pinning! ; slightly based off a tiktok i saw once ; happy ending where they get together ; so much fluff ; scheming gremlin friends ; lily, dorcas and marlene as cupids for reader ; remus, sirius and peter as cupids for james ; idiots in love

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“They should wear a sign,” Peter laughs as he and his close friends eye the pair of oblivious idiots across the room, “one that says ‘we’re actually together no matter how much we deny it’,” 

“You said it,” Sirius raises a hand and the two high-five each other before sniggering between themselves.

Across the hall stood you and James. It was a networking event disguised as a formal company party. And even though you and James weren’t each other’s dates to the event, James wore a matching tie to your chosen dress. The two of you unanimously decided to go with the excuse that you had both gone shopping for an outfit together and unconsciously bought matching things. It was only natural because you two were such good, close friends. 

From a distance, the three watch as you lift your left foot up through the high side-slit of your dress and draw attention to your unbuckled heel with a frown. James’ hazel eyes focuses onto your heel as well and immediately places his flute of champagne on a nearby table to help you, as if it was second nature to him; it is second nature to him— taking care of you. He’s kneeling down and re-buckling your heel for you as your hand tentatively places itself on his broad shoulder for balance. 

Once James is finished, he stands back up with a grin, takes up his flute with one hand and wraps his other around your waist to pull you into his side with a smile. Neither of you flinch at the closeness, in fact, you snuggle further into your best friend’s side and tuck your head under his chin so he can place a kiss onto the crown of your head. 

“Wanna bet on who folds first?” Remus speaks up with a devious smirk, Sirius and Peter eagerly voicing their predictions and placing their bets. 

“Oh Jamie!” you gasp and smile widely as your best friend presents you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “They’re beautiful,” he helps the floral arrangement into your arms with a satisfied grin, a fondness in his eyes as he watches you savour the scent of the pretty blossoms.

“My pleasure, my dear,” he regales dramatically as you giggle, “I passed by the florist on my way back from lunch at the pub with the boys and thought you’d like them,”

“I do like them,” you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so thoughtful, thank you for thinking of me, James,”

His warm smile softens further and he kisses your temple lovingly, “of course,” aside from the lingering scent of your shampoo and conditioner, James picks up on something more appetising, “what’s that delicious smell, angel?”

“Oh!” reminded of your earlier activities, you lead him into your kitchen where you proceed to find a vase for the arrangement in your arms, “I was baking—”

“Treacle tart!” James cheers and does a goofy little dance in the middle of your kitchen, his excitement obvious. 

“It’s almost done so you popped in at just the right time,” you giggle softly whilst transferring the arrangement into your chosen vase. With a pleased hum, James presses up behind you and places his large hands on the curve of your hips, his thumbs tenderly stroking up and down until he eventually pushes the hem of your shirt up, caressing your soft skin beneath. 

“Mmmmm… lucky me,” he whispers happily into your shoulder, where he begins trailing kisses up your neck. His words send a shiver up your spine and you resist the escalating urge to turn in his arms and lead his lips to cover and press against your own. 

You’re just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. 

James can’t get over how cute you are. 

Even when you’re doing the most mundane things, he can’t help but find you adorable. Like right now. Even with a bright green clay mask on your face, you are adorable, perched on his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs as you spread the same treen mask over his skin. 

“Stop moving, Jamie!” you chastise gently whilst stifling a giggle. 

“You stop moving,” he counters playfully and emphasises his words by placing his big hands on your hips and squeezing your curves briefly. Your only response is to laugh and do your best to continue applying an even coat onto his face. 

“….there!” you huff and set aside your tool to close the clay mask tub, “all done, no thanks to you!” He tickles your sides in retaliation as you climb off his lap and reach for your phone in order to set a timer. His antics were a brief distraction as you bless him with your tinkling giggles. 

“For how long do we keep this on?” 

“15 minutes,” 

He pulls a face, one that makes him look like a duck as he ponders over his thoughts. He looks so ridiculous, especially with the green mask on his face — it was only naturally for you to burst out laughing, “what should we do until then?”

“Stop talking,”

“Wha—?!”

“Not like that, Jamie,” you coo as he pouts dramatically, “we have to stop talking soon or else the mask will crack too much as it dries,” he makes a long noise of realisation at your words and nods obediently, zipping his lips before throwing away the imaginary key. 

No matter what he does, he’s always making you laugh. You’re sure that, even if you’re temporarily banning him from speaking, he would still be able to make you laugh and your clay mask will end up looking like a dried up riverbed. 

You have no complaints, though. 

You weren’t expecting it but you still weren’t too surprised when you see James waiting for you outside — just in time to pick you up after a night out with your close girl friends. He was wearing one of your favourite sweaters of all time, it was soft and big (big enough to make him appear deceivingly smaller than you know his figure is) and is the warmest thing you’ve ever worn. 

“James!” you call out, happy to see him. The build up of fatigue from the whole night melts off your aching limbs like powdered snow under golden sunbeams. Running to him, he greets you with his heart-stopping smiles.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers as soon as he has his arms wrapped around you. 

“Stop it,” you sigh into his shoulder, your face buried into the soft fabric of his sweater, “I look a mess after tonight,” 

He pulls away, enough to meet your eyes and examine your face without having to remove his arms from around you, “If this is you looking a ‘mess’, then I wonder what type of beauty you were earlier tonight,”

His comment makes your heart soar but you don’t let it show on your face, even when he wiggles his eyebrows comically to emphasise his flattering remark. Instead, you narrow your eyes at him before slipping out of his arms and biting your lip at the confused, pitiful whine he lets out. You don’t leave him miserable for long, however, as you’re quickly reaching down to lift up his sweater so that you could pull it over your head and burrow yourself inside. Like the living furnace he is, you’re greeted by such a comforting heat, you forget that you’re both still outside in the wet cold of the night. 

Throwing his head back, James laughs and wraps you up in his arms again, laying his cheek against the top of your head through his sweater. The first time you ever did this, he wasn’t shy about saying how much he loved it. And now, you’ve made it a tradition to do this often during the autumn and winter months. Admittedly, you loved cuddling him like this too; it’s more intimate and you love being surrounded by his warmth. It was a bonus that his scent literally has you in a choke hold under there. You’d happily suffocate on the smell of his cologne, laundry detergent and natural smell. But it also feels as though you’re falling into a trance by some alluringly scented spirit.

“As much as I love holding you like this, dear, I’m still on a mission to get you home safe so…” he looks down at you, hazel eyes turning soft at the adorable sight of you cuddled up to him under his sweater, “can my princess please let me help her into my car and drive her back home safely?”

You didn’t respond, only pouted and whined to express your dislike of pulling away from him as well as the warmth of his soft sweater. James knew instantly what to do. You two were best friends after all; it was a requirement for him to know all your needs telepathically. It was an awkward shuffling of limbs but James managed to slip off his sweater without needing to lift it off your figure and hoists you into his arms before you could start grumbling at the loss of his embrace.

“Not long now — my princess will arrive at her carriage soon~” he sings in a whisper beside your ear, smiling fondly at your soft giggles and adoring the way you wrap your arms around his neck to cuddle him close before needing to pull away so he can carefully sit in his car’s passenger seat. 

“Oh, come on!” Marlene gives an exasperated sigh as you examine the array of snacks laid out before you. In your peripheral, you observe how Lily doesn’t make any moves to stop Marlene from pestering you; instead a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, secretly enjoying and wanting to take part in Marlene’s badgering. 

“You come on,” you throw back with a light-hearted glare, “I thought we were going to buy snacks for movie night, not grill me on my friendship with James,”

“Friends, huh?” Dorcas arches a brow as Lily stifles a giggle beside her. All three were eyeing you mischievously as a heat flushes across your cheeks. 

“Stop it you guys,”

“We’ll stop as soon as you stop playing the friendship game with James!” Lily bargains, unable to hold herself back anymore, and you try your hardest not to roll your eyes while your cheeks flood with a familiar warmth. 

“We’re just friends,” it was a painful admission but you’d rather have what you have right now with James than ever risk sabotaging it. 

Marlene examines a strand of her golden hair as Lily leans against her side, “James acts more of a boyfriend to you than just a friend,”

Dorcas speaks up with a hint of impishness, “and I can prove it~”

“How?” you challenge, raising your chin ever so slightly in silent provocation. But Dorcas has no reaction, she just continues to smirk at you. 

“I’m gonna need your phone first,” you hesitate from the devilish sparkle in her eyes but eventually relent, cursing the weakness that was a result of your aching heart. Dorcas types away on your phone for a moment as Marlene and Lily peer over her shoulder and snicker at what they read. She doesn’t allow you to read the message she typed out before hitting send and handing your phone back

It takes a moment for you to get over your shock and look through the message she sent. It was sent straight to James, lovingly named as ‘My Idiot ❤️’ in your contacts, and it read: ‘James, this scary looking guy keeps following me around in the shop and it’s creeping me out! I can’t find the girls either 😰 what do I do?’. Your jaw drops and you can’t find any words to voice whatever it is you’re feeling; a mix of anger, upset, shock and creeping curiosity over what they have planned.  

Not a minute goes by and your phone is getting rapid notifications from James messaging you, he even tries to call you but the girls snatch your phone away before you could answer. They shake their heads at you and you huff, crossing your arms. You would have protested more from the rising anxiety you feel over having to lie to James but you were so curious. In the end, you reluctantly accept their plotting and try to prepare yourself for what’s to come.

For a minute, the message notifications stop from your phone and Lily feels her phone buzz from inside her bag. The three giggle as Lily rushes to take out her phone. From the side lines, you continue observing everything with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. Lily types back a response and all three look up at you in unison, their eyes swimming with mischief.

“I’m setting a stopwatch to see how long just-friend-Potter gets here,” Marlene snickers and you groan, Dorcas and Lily giggling on either side of her. As much as you love them, they’re such a nuisance sometimes…

You could only guess that Lily sent him her location and now all of you were left patiently waiting for James to appear. 

Not even 15 minutes passes before James comes storming into view, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in all black and without his glasses. Even without his glasses on, when James glances over and catches a glimpse of you, recognition crosses his unfriendly features and he storms over. Within seconds, he’s pulling you into a warm embrace. 

“Oh thank god,” he breathes a sigh of relief and presses his face into your hair, “you’re okay… —are you okay?” you look up as he pulls away and searches for your eyes, squinting to be able to do so without the aid of his glasses. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright. The umm, the creep disappeared a little while ago,” you muster a small smile of reassurance, still uncomfortable with lying to him, before managing to softly ask your burning question, “why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” habitually, you feel about for the breast pocket of the leather jacket he has on and pull out his circular specs. 

As you carefully clean his lenses on your shirt, he goes to explain, “I wanted to look scary so that creep leaves you alone,” you’re quick to realise that without his glasses he would be forced to squint so that it looks like he’s glaring. It also clicks in your head that he wore all black so he could look even more intimidating. It was unusual for him to wear just black, normally that was Sirius’ thing, but you’re not complaining; James looks really attractive dressed in black, his hair tousled around messily and without his glasses on.

“Thank you, Jamie,” he grins boyishly after you put his glasses back on for him, taking a moment to adjust them until they sit aligned and comfortable. By habit, you comb your fingers through his untamed hair and James, in turn, presses a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay, princess,” your heart skips a beat at the nickname — he’s called you that so many times but he’s reserved it especially for you and it makes you feel so special, “do you want me to give you a ride home?” he lifts up the motorbike helmet in his hand, which you immediately recognise. Your curious eyes meet his hazel hues and he smiles bashfully, “I borrowed Sirius’ bike to get here quicker…” he shuffles around his feet, nervous under your gaze —he hate lying to you too, “okay okay… I took his bike without asking but I promise to give it back as soon as I get you home safe!” 

You give a small giggle and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his muscular chest. It’s an embrace that James eagerly returns, petting your hair whilst speaking over your head once he finally spots your three friends. 

“Are you guys okay too?”

“Gee, thanks for the concern, Potter,” Marlene rolls her eyes as Lily and Dorcas crack up, “yeah, we’re good,” 

“Good, good,” James immediately goes back to focus on holding you close and kissing the crown of your head, affectionate and sweet. You could always rely on him to be there for you no matter what and the thought made butterflies explode into a fluttering haze in your stomach. 

Dorcas had proven her point. 

It was clear now that James prioritised you over anyone else. And you didn’t know whether to be flustered and scream for joy or melt into a puddle of goo. 

“She’s not my girlfriend so shut up,” James huffs and groans as he rolls over to lay on his stomach across the length of the sofa whilst Remus, Sirius and Peter sat in a scattered array about the living room. 

“Says the motorbike thief,” Sirius hisses playfully, shooting a superficial glare at his long time best friend/non-blood-related brother. 

“She really does act like your girlfriend more than your friend, Prongs,” Remus chimes up, setting his book aside as Peter offers him several cubes of chocolate. 

“I don’t get why you two don’t just date each other,” it was Peter who speaks up this time and James can’t help but roll his eyes that even Peter was on his ass about this. 

“That’s right! You don’t get it!” they wait for him to continue with a ‘so’ before demanding something but James just presses his burning hot face into a cushion and has a silent tantrum.  

“I’ll prove you wrong!” Sirius claims boldly and when James looks over, his biker friend was rapidly typing away at his phone, “I’ll give it around 20 minutes until she gets here,” 

James raises a brow, “Who?”

“Your not-girlfriend, of course!” 

“What did you say?” Remus asks what they were all wanting the answer to. 

“Oh nothing~ just that Jamesie-kins over here is really upset over something but doesn’t want to tell us why so we don’t know what to do to help him feel better,” Sirius fakes a pout and watery eyes as James gapes at him, horrified. 

“HOW IS THAT GONNA PROVE ANYTHING?!”

“If she gets here in 20 minutes then that means she prioritises your hurt feelings over going to her favourite over-priced restaurant with Pandora,” James’ eyes nearly bulge out. 

“That’s today?!”

Sirius’ devious smirk was answer enough. 

“I say 10 minutes!” Peter bets. 

“15!” Remus adds on.  

Remus wins the bet when you get there 14 minutes after Sirius’ text message was sent. Your arms are piled up high with James’ favorite junk food snacks, ranging from sweet to savoury. Over your shoulders, you wear your fluffiest blanket (James’ favourite) as a cape and rush forward to drape it over him. No time was wasted as you silently move around their shared flat at lightening speed, putting on the TV and switching to his favourite, comfort show, laying out his snacks on the coffee table and putting the kettle on before snuggling down under the blanket with him. It was a tight fit for the two of you on the sofa but neither of you minded; you were both cuddle bugs and enjoyed the closeness. 

“Get out, you three! Leave Jamie and I alone!” you speak for the first time to shoo the three boys away. They happily oblige, Remus smirking as Sirius and Peter cough up their betted amounts and close the living room door behind them. 

For a long moment, you merely stay there, your arms wrapped around James’ shoulders, one hand lovingly petting his hair as your other presses his face into your chest. James wasn’t shy about voicing how this was his most comforting position for cuddles and it made his heart race that you had cancelled your long awaited plans just to console him. 

“What’s wrong Jamie?” you finally ask, voice soft and slow with patience, “Sirius told me you weren’t feeling so well… but you’re not ill? Are you?” he feels you press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature as he finally locks his strong arms around your midsection and pulls you even closer, “No you’re not, thank goodness,” he falls in love with the relief he hears in your voice. He loves falling in love with you over and over again; it’s so easy, “what can I do to help?”

He doesn’t know why he held back for so long. It was all so clear now. The fact that your eyes sparkled around him the way his did when he looked at you was so unbelieved before, he kinda just voluntarily blinded himself. But now, it was like he was seeing colours for the first time. James just can’t believe it took Sirius, of all people, to make him realise it. What a joke… he almost wants to laugh. But he can’t, not when his heart was ready to beat out of his chest for you. 

“Jamie?”

“…a kiss…” it was a whisper but you heard him so clearly. And he knows because he heard your breath hitch. 

“—what?”

“I want a kiss…to feel better,”

Not wanting to raise your hopes, you press a kiss to his forehead and your heart deafens your ears as it beats loudly against your eardrums. 

“A proper kiss,” he raises his head and pulls up to level his lips with yours, his hazel eyes melting your gaze, “like lovers do,”

You’ve waited so long for this moment that you couldn’t even fathom that it was actually happening and your entire world slowed to a standstill. It wasn’t until James had pressed his full lips against yours that you felt your senses come to life with so much intensity that you felt like you wanted to faint. But you wouldn’t dare miss your first kiss for anything. 

Like lovers do, you kissed. Like lovers do, you embraced. Like lovers do, you whispered sweet words, a life long promise, to one another, “I love you,” 

A/N : this started off as a timestamp that i sneakily wrote this request into (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ i didn’t know how to conclude it at first but i just kept writing and writing and now it’s finished haha! i hope you darlings enjoy the read! and i would also like to humbly tag my beloved moot @diputy for reasons she understands on a deep level (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡

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[generalllimaginesss]

pov: Jack’s girlfriend and Quinn’s best friend

y/n.user

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y/n.user that feeling when your boyfriend and his hot captain are both out for the game that you had taken off work to go see…

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_quinnhughes I’m not a meme. Delete this.

trevorzegras this is gold

_quinnhughes @charlidamelio get your man

colecaufield that’s the wrong sister😭😭

y/n.user DEAD💀

_eliaspetterson Quinn had to leave the locker room for a second because he was crying from laughing…

jackhughes are we just going to skim over the fact that my girlfriend called my captain hot?? Like what?? And used my brother for her post??

y/n.user I come home to you and that’s all the matters😊

nicohischier Jack told me to comment that this is an inappropriate way to talk about his coworkers (he’s just jealous).

_eliaspetterson Quinn update: he just received a rather hostile phone call from Zegras…

_alexturcotte they weren’t public yet😭

_quinnhughes hehehe my bad

trevorzegras your ass is mine Nov 28

_quinnhughes 🥶

colecaufield Quinn is so meme worthy

y/n.user you get me

colecaufield 💁🏼‍♂️

nicohischier Jack told me to ask if you’d like to grab margaritas after the game..

y/n.user why can’t Jack text me? Also why can’t you text me?

nicohischier He said he thought you’d want to talk to your other boyfriend (me). I was already scrolling through instagram when he asked me.

lhughes_06 @jackhughes can I ride with you?

jackhughes no kids allowed

lhughes_06 🖕🏼

_quinnhughes language

lhughes_06 😵‍💫

njdevils Hoping for a speedy recovery!

y/n.user did his contract include an at home nurse?

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y/n.user All jokes aside….I love you, Rowdy🫶 Sorry not sorry for the meme, Quinn. Tell Dixie I said hi, trevor💀

jackhughes I love you more, my love.

_quinnhughes no worries, I wasn’t expecting an apology.

_eliaspetterson Trevor said that he’s thinking about blocking you and if you have a problem with that to text Jamie.

jamie.drysdale don’t put me in the middle of this please..

y/n.user tell your roommate to grow up

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras when some dumbass outs a relationship before it’s ready to be outed

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_quinnhughes sometimes I don’t want to be happy🎶

jackhughes JAIL

colecaufield NOT EVEN JAIL….STRAIGHT TO PRISON

y/n.user QUINN

_alexturcotte this summer is going to be interesting

colecaufield you’re in my thoughts and prayers, Quinn.

y/n.user Dixie, if you see this I’m sorry

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lhughes_06 out of pocket…every single one of ya

jackhughes

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jackhughes no margaritas for us tonight, but love my girl so much. (Comments are disabled because some of you need to be in insta jail👀)

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[serenescureforboredom]

Inheritance games characters on vacation headcannons 

Jameson and Xander were secretly planning the whole thing for weeks.

When they tell everyone they call Grayson to tell him but he’s all “I don’t need a vacation jasbsbjshwjssih” so obviously they bring in Lyra to convince him (HeHeHe)

Alisa was 🤏 close to having a heart attack because the week the boys planned it is the same week Avery has 3 galas.

The boys purposely planned it then so Avery could have a break.

The vacation spot is revealed to be Greece 

The twins come along but they’re adorable so no one’s bothered

While they’re all there they each pick out days so that each couple can have their own private day for them ex. Sunday for lyrason Monday for javery and so on

When it’s Avery and Jamesons day an old woman comes up to Avery and starts gushing about how beautiful she is and Avery almost cries 🤭

In Greece not a lot of people knew the Hawthorne heiress so Avery was so happy and was relaxed

On Libby and Nash’s day everyone else took care of the twins and for 2 hours gray, Jamie and xan took them out and came back with 172778272822872728 bags for the twins.

Libby and Nash came back with a kitty that had a broken leg

All the girls went out together and it was found that Lyra nearly ran over 18282 people because of her amazing driving skills 😌

They all went to the beach and Grayson, Nash and Libby went to get water and they came back to a majestic looking sand mermaid Xander

Grayson and Lyra kissed on the beach while Nash took a secret photo of them, after the trip he sent it to gray and it’s hanged in gray’s room

Jameson teased him for months on it

The twins made a sand castle and it was amazing and any time someone walked by Jamie would flex the fact the his 3 year old nieces/nephews made it and would proudly announce it

The boys all went out for brotherly bonding 

Grayson came back with green hair and leather pants on, Nash had a cowboy hat saying ‘look at my dad bod’, Jameson had green paint everywhere including places green paint shouldn’t be (Avery was shocked) 

Meanwhile Xander looked beautiful with his speedo paired with clown pants

Lyra loved the green hair and teased him mercilessly about it but the next day she came back to the vacation house with green tips in her hair to match Graysons

The twins traveled home early while Zara took care of them

They all went out to dinner and the conversations were WILD 

Thankfully Avery booked out the whole restaurant because she knew her family was 😏

When they arrived home they all agreed to have one vacation every 6 months where they all go and it’s a tradition where you have no choice 🔪

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter 13 I The Man

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader is given an award. Jamie is supportive

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: Some sexism hehehe

A/N: Plot plot plot! But there's some of my favorite jamie x reader moments in this one. Next is Amsterdam!!!!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

I woke up alone. Now this was something I was used to at this point. Ever since Jamie had started doing his early morning runs with Roy, we hadn’t been spending as many nights together. Not that I liked it, but it was something I was getting used to.

My alarm went off at 6:00, as per usual. I did some yoga, showered, then was brushing my teeth when I got an unexpected text from Rebecca. It read:

            Please come to my office when you get in today.

Hm. That was an unusual text to get from your boss at 7:30 in the morning. I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d done to get a talking to. Yeah, it hadn’t been a great month for us, but it wasn’t anything I’d particularly done.

I finished up with my skin care and decided to head into work early to get whatever this was over with. I arrived at the club not much later, waving at the caretaker as I walked in. The walk up the stairs to Rebecca’s office felt excruciating.

But when I arrived there, it wasn’t just her. I opened the door and there was Higgins, Keeley, and Ted sitting in front of her desk.

            “Good morning, guys,” I entered approaching the group. “I didn’t know it was a party.”

            “(Y/N)!” They all greeted in unison.

            “Ah, that wasn’t creepy at all!” I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.

Rebecca motioned to a third seat. “Please, take a seat.”

I took off my backpack as I sat, holding it in front of me. “I’m not getting fired, am I? Oh my god, you’re firing me?”

            “What? Oh heavens, no!” Rebecca dismissed, shaking her hands. “Why on earth would you think that.”

            “Well, its all of you here, and I just walked in and thought it, I don’t know!” I shook my head. “If you’re not firing me, what are you doing?”

They all exchanged looks excitement filling their eyes.

            “Oooo go on! Tell her!” Keeley insisted, clapping her hands.

            “Tell me what?”

            “The anticipation is killing me!” Higgins chimed in.

            “What anticipation?”

            “She doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her!” Ted added.

            “Please just tell me what’s going on before I kill someone!” I was practically shaking at his point.

            “Oh, alright,” Rebecca addressed me finally. “(Y/N), the league is honoring you with Coach of the Month!” 

The group all cheered as I took in the information.

            “We have a press conference this afternoon,” Keeley told me. “We’ll brief you on everything you’ll need to do but we are just so excited for you!”

            “Couldn’t be happier for you,” Ted smiled. “You’re part of what makes this team great!”

            “Of course, she is! I hired her!” Rebecca hummed proudly. “I always knew you’d be great.”

I frowned. This wasn’t right. None of this was right.  They kept talking at me about what was going to happen. An interview, a photoshoot, a magazine cover but all it sounded like I was underwater. I had to get out of this room.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and leaving without so much as a word. I hurried down the stairs and outside into the car park. Why was I so upset? Why couldn’t part of me just be happy about this? I heard the door open behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.

            “Look, now I know emotions are a subjective thing, but I don’t know usually there’s at least a smile when you get a cool award.” Ah Ted. Just the person I didn’t want to see right now.

I shook my head. “Please, Ted. I don’t want to do this right now.”

            “Now, I’m confused. What exactly aren’t we doing?” Ted asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

            “This!” I shouted, pointing between him and me. “You giving me some anecdote about how I’m good enough and how I earned this because you and I both know that isn’t true.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

            “I know why Rebecca hired you.” The statement hung in the air. The truth behind the whole operation at Richmond. The secret I’d overheard in the coach’s office at the end of Ted’s first season with us. “And it’s the same reason she hired me.” Ted paused, nodding his head. I couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the situation. “We both know that I was hired because she thought it would make us lose.”

Rebecca, so overcome with her hatred of Rupert, hired Ted and Beard and I because she thought it would make the worst coaching team. We would drive the team into the ground ruining Rupert’s favorite team. This was something I tried to ignore but since finding out it seem to legitimize some of people shouted at me on the internet and what Max had said to me before I left. I wasn’t meant to be here. I wasn’t saving the league. I was just a girl pretending to know what I was doing.

            “Now, (Y/N), I don’t know what you think you heard but-“

            “Please cut the bullshit, Ted,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve worked really hard to get past it, but I don’t deserve an award when I’ve done nothing to earn it.”

Ted’s mustache twitched. “You’re right. Rebecca hired both of us to make some point to Rupert. That is true. But something else that’s true is that you’ve consistently proved her wrong at every turn.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ted held up his hand. “Now, you might not see it, but Beard and I and even Roy, we all depend on you to keep this whole thing afloat.”

I let out a breath and wipe at my lips as I stare at him. I certainly hadn’t been feeling like that recently. Since the West Ham match, we’d been on a losing streak, and I’d been so in my head about all of it that I couldn’t do my job.  

            “I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore Ted. And this Coach of the Month is just another bullshit excuse for me to know that I’m not meant to be here.”

All I could hear in my head was the sound of my failed dreams and Max’s taunts and the paper missing the bin over and over and over again.

            “Hey (Y/N),” Ted’s voice appeared much closer than I thought he would be. “Do you remember that puzzle metaphor I told you about?” I scrunched my face up, nodding my head. “Well, that metaphor has a lot of different meanings. Maybe you should try to put it together again.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell me what you mean for once, Ted?”

            “I mean,” He chuckled at my frustration. “You’re stuck in a rut, yeah? So, instead of trying to put the puzzle back together the same way over and over again… maybe you were putting it together the wrong way. Maybe you need to… try something new. And maybe…” He nudged me, forcing me to look over at him. “Maybe you should let someone help you put that puzzle together.”

I still didn’t get it. Well not fully. But I think I understood the gist of it. The funny thing was as we were staring at each other, Roy and Jamie came running up. Jamie smiled at Ted and I coming to run in circles around us.

            “Mornin’ Coaches,” He smiled, starting to run in place.

            “Tartt! You’re not done yet! Get to the training room and start lifting.” Roy followed up; a bit slower.

Jamie groaned loudly. “I ain’t even stopped or nuthin’. I were just sayin’ hi.”

            “Go!” Roy barked, pointing towards the door.

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically before shooting Ted and I a wink. Roy shook his head as Jamie made his way inside, seemingly off to the training room.

            “Mornin’ Roy, good training with Jamie?” Ted asked Roy.

            “As good as it can be,” Roy grunted. “What are you two doin’ out here?”

Ted looked over at me, motioning for me to tell him. I shook my head at him, grunting that I wouldn’t. Ted hummed back that I absolutely would and that we wouldn’t leave until I said it. I let out a huff.

            “The leagues giving me some bullshit title of Coach of the Month that doesn’t actually mean anything but they’re making a big deal out of it,” I informed Roy finally.

He grunted is a way that sounded vaguely positive. “Good for you.”

            “Fuck off.”

            “Alright.”

The day was filled with Keeley throwing me through the PR wringer. What to expect, what to say, what not to say. I wasn’t super excited about it, but Ted’s words were rolling around in my head. I hated puzzles. I’d never liked them. I thought I’d figured out Jamie’s puzzle but now there was another puzzle. When would it end.

            “Okay, the most important bit is the press brief we have this afternoon. They’ll bring in you and some of the lads to talk about you as a coach,” Keeley told me, writing down some notes.

            “What will they be asking?” I questioned, trying to look over her shoulder.

            “Oi don’t be looking over my shoulder,” she reprimanded, shouldering me away. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’ll ask you probably your normal annoying questions about being a woman, but also about the team and such.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t hear them asking Pep what it was like being bald why do I have to talk about being a woman.”

            “That’s because no one cares what it’s like being bald,” Keeley pointed out, giggling. “Being a woman is actually interesting.”

            “Is it really?” I rolled my eyes. “So, uh… what guys will be coming to talk about me?”

Keeley hummed as she flipped her notebook shut. “I dunno, I was gonna ask to see who wanted to later. Do you have anyone in mind?”

Yeah. Yeah, I did. “No, I don’t want to force anyone to do it.”

            “Sure. And Ted is gonna introduce you, of course.”

            “And this is all happening tomorrow?” I pushed out of my chair. I’d already waisted the whole day, I at least wanted to get to the end of training.

            “Yup!” Keeley smiled at me. “Don’t stress, you’re gonna be great.”

I shot her a sarcastic smile. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love it. It’s gonna be amazing.”

…

Later that night, I was resting in Jamie’s lap. I felt goosebumps spreading over my body as Jamie’s hand stroked my stomach lazily. On the TV, an episode of New Girl that I’d seen hundreds of times played but I wasn’t really paying attention.

            “Jamie…” He hummed, letting me know he was listening. “Did they tell you about this… Coach of the Month thing?”

His face broke out into a smile as he looked down at me. “Yeah, it’s great, innit? So, fucking proud of you.” He tightened his grip around my waist, shaking me proudly.

I found myself blushing at his praise. Even though I thought it was kind of stupid, Jamie being proud of me was affecting my happiness a little too much.

            “Yeah… I guess… I don’t know what I think about it,” I admitted, rolling so I was looking up at him. He cocked his head, motioning me to continue. “I guess, I just don’t know if it’s because I’m a good coach or if it’s because I’m a woman or whatever.”

Jamie scrunched up his face pursing his lips in confusion. “What… why would they do that?

            “I don’t know to make themselves look better?” I sighed, lifting myself off his lap and leaning forward. I ran a hand through my hair. “I just… I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in front of all those people and talk about myself.”

Jamie leaned forward so his shoulder was touching mine, stretching his neck so he could try and rest it on my shoulder.

            “What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at him.

            “’m trying to comfort you, you daft idiot,” he explained, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

            “You’re acting like a cat,” I crowed, trying to push him off of me. But he wrapped his arm around mine arm pulling me into him, rubbing his cheek all over my shoulder and neck. “Stop!”

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up into his lap, pulling me so I was sitting on him.

            “Look, whatever happens tomorrow, just know that me,” he pressed his cheek into mine. “And the rest of the lads know how amazing you are. Not just as a coach but as a person. But especially as a coach.”

I giggled, pressing back into him. “What about you Jamie? How are you feeling about playing Man City this week?’

He shrugged. “My stats level up against Man City. They’ve played well this year but we’ve got the ability to win.”

            “No, Jamie… I mean,” I turned around, so I was facing him, my legs now straddling his waist. “How do you feel, like you.”

He frowned, his nose scrunching up in a way that was far too cute for one man. “I feel… uh… I feel fine.”

I reached up and rubbed the space between his eyes. “I don’t think you do babes, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning his neck back. His neck was so exposed, it was so tempting to just… lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. I looked up and decided to play a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed him, right on the bottom of his neck where the skin sunk in a little bit. He hummed, the vibrations tickling my mouth.

            “Jamie, baby,” I murmured, kissing up his neck, finally finding his Adam’s apple. He groaned in response. “C’mon, I want you to talk to me.”

            “Can’t talk when you’re kissing me like that,” he croaked, his voice deep and gravely. So, I stopped, pulling away from him completely. “Hey! Wait!”

I started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me closer to him. He buried his head in my neck kissing me furiously. I shrieked grabbing onto his hair to tug him back.

            “Jamie, if you talk to me I’ll give you the best blow job of your life,” you waggled your eyebrows at him.

He whined, cracking his neck back and forth before slouching back. “I feel… fine. I guess. Haven’t heard from me dad in a while. It’s not like… I’m afraid he’s gonna be there but not knowing is worse.” I nodded at him, rubbing his collarbones. “But fuckin’ Zava’s probably gonna take the attention anyways.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s okay to be worried about your dad but… we’re at home. We’re on your turf. He doesn’t even need to be allowed in if you don’t want.”

            “I’m not gonna ban me dad,” Jamie grumbled. “I just… want to know.”

I nodded again. I gave him a satisfied smile before pulling him down into me to make good on my promise.

He wanted to stay over that night, but I insisted that I wanted to maintain my regular routine for the next day. But laying in my bed that night, staring up at the fan, I wished he was there with me.

I arrived at the club early. Like 6:30am early. The groundskeeper had barely arrived by the time I got there. But I was nervous. I’d been able to avoid press conferences, manage photo events and stay in my lane for the most part but today it was all on me. And why was I wasting a day doing this when we had out Man City game this weekend, I’ll never know.

            “Oh, my god, how long have you been here?” Keeley asked, handing me a coffee as she walked into the press room.

            “Since 6:30, I couldn’t sleep,” I told her accepting the drink gratefully.

Keeley clicked her tongue at me soothingly. “It’s gonna be alright, you’ve got this. I just want you to be yourself up there, yeah? We’re starting with the photo shoot first today, the press conference will be this afternoon, when the boys are free.”

And that came faster than I expected. After a long day of cameras and poking and prodding I was left staring at the door of the press room. I could practically hear it, the flashing of the cameras, I could feel it, the stares of the journalists waiting for me to slip up, waiting for their next scoop. Ted was in there right now, talking me up. I picked at my thumbs, trying to steady my breath but I was struggling to find it. I felt like my head was buzzing, and that my heart was moving at a thousand beats per second. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the now blinding florescent lights.

Suddenly arms were wrapping around me, holding me so tight. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.”

Jamie. I immediately latched onto him. I didn’t care if we were in public, I didn’t care if someone from the press room got a peak at this, all I cared about was Jamie’s steady heartbeat helping me regain my control.

            “There you go,” He murmured, lips brushing against my temple. “Just breath, love.” I did as he instructed, finally finding the control of my breathing. I let myself blink my eyes open and look up at Jamie. He smiled at me, brushing some of the hair out of my face. “There she is.”

            “Hi, Jamie,” I squeaked at him, resting my chin on his chest.

            “You know it’s kinda nice seeing you be the needy one for once,” he said to you.

I gaped at him, scoffing. “Don’t say that, I’m having a panic attack and you’re gloating?”

            “I gotta take it where I can find it,” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple, his lips lingering there. “You’re gonna be amazing in there.”

            “What if I’m not… what they want?” I croaked. “What if I mess up or do something stupid.”

            “It would be right funny if you did that!” You gasped and hit his chest. “Hey! That hurt. I’m just sayin that you could become a meme.”

            “Jamie!”

            “Alright, alright, jus’ there’s no way they won’t want you cause… I mean you’re everything there is to want,” Jamie noted, as if it was easy, as if it was simple.

I felt that breathless feeling again but this time it wasn’t because of panic, it was because of Jamie. I smiled with my lips tucked, looking between his eyes before reaching up and kissing him. He kissed me tenderly, softly. In a way that made me hum in contentment. I probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for the next intrusion.

            “Oi!” Roy’s voice made us jump apart. “If the two of you want to keep this a secret, then you better stop kissing in the fucking hallway.” He growled as he marched towards us. “Tartt, go get changed you’re gotta be in there in 5 minutes.”

I looked over at Jamie surprised. “You’re coming to talk about me?”

            “Obviously?” He stated, rolling his eyes. “Even if we weren’t dating, you’d still be my best friend.” I just about melted at that one.

            “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh,” Roy groaned loudly, grabbing Jamie by the arm and starting to drag him down the hallway. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I laughed, covering my face as I watched them go. Then the door to the press room opened and Keeley poke her head out.

            “You ready, babes?”

I watched Jamie disappear into the locker room and I felt that tell-tale flutter in my chest. I felt okay. I was going to be okay.

            “Yeah, let’s do it.”

She pulled me into the room as Ted was finishing up his speech.

            “(Y/N) (L/N) has overcome incredible odds. And she has done it with a smile. So, without further ado, it is my honor to present you with (Y/N) (L/N)!”

I walked up on the stage to scattered applause. I waved hesitantly sitting down in front of the microphone. As I did, they all flooded the stage putting up their own recording devices. My eyes darted around the room at the different reporters until they landed on the back of the room where Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, and Keeley stood. I nodded at them, glad to have some friendly faces in the room.  

            “Uh… hi! I’m (Y/N) (L/N)…” I started, looking around to focus on someone. How did Ted do this? “I’m happy to be chosen as the Premier League’s Coach of the Month. Uh… does anyone have any questions?’ Immediately the room exploded as all their hands raised up. “Um okay you, in the front row.”

            “Hi Ms. (Y/N)-“

            “It’s Coach (L/N).”

            “As a woman, what do you think the league can do to work on intersectionality across the teams?”

I furrowed my eyes brows. “That question doesn’t even make sense.”  

Again, the hands raised, everyone calling out my name. I pointed to someone in the back.

            “Coach, do you think being a woman has enhanced your ability to coach men or made it more difficult to understand the difficulties of being men in sports?”

            “That’s like two questions shoved into one and the answer is no.”

            “Coach (L/N), when you applied for the job here at Richmond did you do it to prove a point?”

            “What? That’s not-“

            “Where do you think the feature of the league is in terms of gender equality?”

This was going about as well as I thought it was going to be. I let out a frustrated sigh as they continued to shout questions at me. In the back of the room a door opened and in walked Colin, Sam, and Jamie. Colin waved at me, crossing his arms at his space in the back. I looked across the back of the room, at Ted and Keeley, Colin and Sam, and Jamie. The people in my life that made this possible. That made me possible.

            “Okay, okay, everyone listen up,” I announced, hitting my hand on the table. The room went quiet. I shot Keeley an apologetic glance before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t take this job because I wanted to make some big statement about feminism or gender inequality or intersectionality. I took the job because I wanted to play football for money, just like any of the lads on the team.”

“And if you really cared about gender equality, you’d be talking to the many female coaches that coach the women’s league. Or the many female players? Why don’t we talk about the wage inequality when the women win more games? That’s what you should be asking me about!”

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. The reporters were all silent until one, Marcus Adebayo, raised his hand.

            “Yeah, Marcus,” I called on him.

            “Coach (L/N), how do you feel about Richmond’s chances against Man City on this weekend?” He asked, pen at the ready.

I paused for a second, let out a huff. “Thank you, you know Man City has kept us down for a long time, but I think our chances look good.”

…

Our chances were not good. The game was bad play after bad play, the boys were just not at their best. You wanted to blame it on Zava, the bastard decided to retire without telling anyone and didn’t even show up to the game. It was depressing and everyone felt it.

            “Yeah… it was tough out there today,” I said to the reporter after the game.

            “You are Premiere League’s Coach of the Month; do you feel like there was something more you could have done to secure this win?” The reporter asked bluntly.

            “That’s somewhat of a redundant question. I’m an assistant coach. I do the best I can, but the boys are the ones who need to win, and they just didn’t have it today.” I replied, shrugging. “That’s all I have time for, sorry.”

I left the reporters with a small smile and started towards the locker room running a hand through my hair. This had been tough, and Keeley hadn’t been able to show up. Something about Shandy and a baby lamb and a lot of poop. I’m sure I’d hear about it more later.  But for now, I walked into the depressing atmosphere that was the locker room.

I looked around the room, the boys sat silently in their despair. Jamie sat on the floor in front of his cubby like he did when he was upset. I glanced over at Bead and Roy who gave me a pair of sad smiles back. I looked over at Zava’s empty cubbies and frowned. I hated Zava. To come here and bring these boys hope then abandon them without a word I’d never be able to forgive him for that.

            “Gentlemen, Hey,” Ted Emerged from the office. “That was a tought on tonight. Okay? Man City has still got our number. That… that’s all right.” The boys murmured a sad response. “We’re gonna get another crack at them later in the season. Uh-huh. Coach,” He addressed Beard. “No practice tomorrow yeah?”

            “That’s right”

            “Okay, well, I’ll see y’all on Monday,” Ted finished starting to turn around.

            “Hey, hey. Hey Coach!” Sam spoke up. “What about Zava? He quit the team.”

I looked back over at Ted, wondering the same question myself. Ted sputtered a moment before answering. “Technically he retired from the whole sport, which does make it feel a little less personal, yeah? You know, like if, uh, your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soul mates.”

Again the boys grumbled a response, something about Gina Gershon was in the mix but it was mostly positive. I thought Ted might end it there, but he didn’t.

            “Look. I hear you, okay? Zava is gone. And You what? I think it’s a good thing.” I perked up, interested to see where he was going with this. “Well, I do! Okay, look. Do I wanna win? Heck yeah? But I also wanna do it with folks that wanna be here.” I nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. “It’s not like we could handcuff him to his locker and make him love us.”

            “We could have tried,” Dani cried from his spot. I could help but let out a chuckle, knowing that he really meant it.

            “Hey, guys, look,” Ted regained their attention. “We got a good thing going here. Alright? We didn’t need Zava. Yeah?” Ted looked over at Jamie who nodded. I felt my heart warm knowing Ted was using Jamie’s words to encourage the team. “All we need to win are the fellas in this room right now. And all you fellas need to do is believe it.”

Just as he spoke the believe sign behind him fell, the torn pieces revealing themselves. The boys all starting clamoring shouting in fear.

            “It’s a sign!” Bumbercatch shouted.

            “That’s it. We’re doomed,” Colin agreed.

In the moment it was hard to disagree with them. Things hadn’t been great recently. And this just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

            “Hey, knock it off, okay? We’re not doomed. No one is doomed,” Ted putting his hands up to calm everyone. “But, Bumbercatch, yes, you’re right. It is a sign. I agree.” He took down the two pieces and ripped them in half. I felt myself reaching out to stop him, not even knowing I was doing it, but surprisingly, Jamie’s hand on my leg stopped me. I looked down at him and he nodded towards Ted. “Belief doesn’t just happen cause you hang something up on a wall. Alright? It comes from in here.” He pointed at his chest. “And up here,” at his head, “ and down here.” At his stomach.

“Only problem is, we all got so much junk floating through us, a lot of time we end up getting in our own way. You crap like envy, or fear, or shame.” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. I knew he was right, I’d been letting my fear and shame of who I was get in the way of my happiness. Of my abilities as a coach. “I don’t wanna mess around with that shit anymore. Do you?”

We all shook our heads, some of the lads responding with a ‘no’, or a ‘no, coach’

“No, me neither. Hell no.  Well, you know what I wanna mess around with? The belief that I matter, you know? Regardless of what I do or don’t achieve. Or the belief that we all deserbe to be loved. Whether we’ve been hurt or maybe we’ve hurt somebody else.”

“Or what about the belief of hope? Yeah? That’s what I wanna mess with. Believing that things can get better. That I can get better. That we will get better. Oh, man. To believe in yourself. To believe in one another. Man, that’s… that’s fundamental to being alive. And look. If you can do that, if each of you can truly do that…” He ripped the sign in half again. “Can’t nobody rip that apart.”

With that he walked over to the middle divider and slapped the ripped-up sign down on top of it.

“See y’all, Monday?”

The whole team responded with a ‘Yes, Coach’ before turning back to their cubbies to get ready to leave. But I stayed there. Staring at the broken sign. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. And this team, these people, they helped me believe. Come what may, this whole room had my back.

…

I was still thinking about it as I arrived home that night. I didn’t expect Jamie to come over, it’d been a long day and he was waking up early still to do extra training. So, when he knocked on my door, I was surprised.

            “Jamie? What are you doing here.” I asked him, pulling him inside.

            “I wanna tell people about us,” He answered quickly. My eyes widened. “I know why you’ve been wanting to keep it a secret and I get that; I do. But… what Ted said today I just… I believe in us. I believe in you making me a better person and I don’t… I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know if I was ready yet for the whole world to know. For ours to become theirs. I loved Jamie, I really did but what if it changed too much. Or worse, what if people tore us apart. Luckily Jamie continued speaking before I could answer.

            “You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to put it out there.” He nodded at me before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go now.”

And he was out the door.

Fuck.

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[jcbbby]

meeting Jamie for the first time!!!!!!!

he called me “my love” and he winked as we were saying goodbye 😭

the socks I got him say “Sober As Fuck” hehehe I was so happy he liked them ❤️

[gardens-of-may]

ENTRY ONE - beginning to chap. 49

spoilers ahead

aves and jamie are lit so cute together 

what the fuck is their wager??

so confusing 

ok daddy 

i’m ashamed

ummm anyway…

what’s stick up his ass doing here??

POOKIE 😍😍

she’s traumatized 😣 

i feel so bad

i just want to hug her and cry with her

i’m gonna cry 

anyway what’s he talking about 😬

school 💀 

BITCH WHAT

people thought he got burnt alive?

no he just crisped up a lil

ohhh on hawthorne island…

hm

i already know the synopsis for tgg so hmph

SHE STARTED THE FIRE 🫢🫢😱😱🤯

what if… she was just a girl? 🎀

i kinda doubt it but anyway 

ANOTHER POOKIE 😍😍

what the fuck is this bitch planning? 🤨

eugh 

is that denial i sense?

oh her

THIS POOR GIRL

WHAT THE FUCK

why is he here?????

oh shit

what are they doing now??

I THOUGHT YOU WERENT SUPPOSED TO SAY ANYTHING 

i cannot handle mystery i swear-

another game fun

avery and jameson totally didn’t like almost die 

no

twelve…?

SO HE KNEW

HAHAHAHA

what the fuck

JUST GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER 😭😭

he was a bad boy he did some bad things 

pookie don’t stare at him

omg he’s a poet

ugh bro ruined everything 😒

NO BABY NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP

i want libby’s pajamas 😤

what is “mrs. laughlin” yapping about??

no thea

i’m confused again

pookie 👹

THEY CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN THEM YES 

WHO IS S AND Z????

oh i’m stupid

i’m too stupid for these books

ok smarties

WHAT DID YOU FUCKING READ MISS???

ohh takes the you’re adopted jokes too far

IS TOBY AVERY’S DAD????

no

might have js spoiled it for myself BUT I DONT CARE 

i’m going to CRY

she’s serious now

i’m terrified 

wow he told what she already knew 

hmm

i think she likes him

oh my gosh hehehe 🤭 

OH MY GOD

oh poop not stick up his ass

i can’t handle this

beatdown?

they’re such boys

stop they’re actually fighting?

i hate them so much

nvm they’re sweet

what the fuck

i wouldn’t have survived that 

nash is one of the best brothers 

i feel so bad for avery

THIS BITCH IS ABOUT TO BE FUCKING DEAD

alisa gets it 🤭

what is this game????

POOKIE IRL??

what

STOPPP

libby…

he probably like staged his death

LIBBY

avery! 

JENWND

have we found another father??

NEESHWJSDHDHS

DHHDJEK

THEY KISSED SJSNENW

i’m lowk kinda jealous BUT IT DOENT MATTER SKDNSN

jennifer when i catch you-

JS LET THEM HAPPY

stick up ass is jealous 

i love xander 

tensions are high and it’s too casual so i’m ending this here

end of chap. 48

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie takes a hard fall while he's home alone on an off day. He crawls to his phone and manages to call Roy, who in turn calls emergency services as he rushes to Jamie. He kicks the door in and finds Jamie a bloody mess who's barely clinging to life. A terrified Roy begs Jamie to hand on and confesses that he can't live without him. With whatever strength Jamie has, he kisses Roy and says he's gonna try before he passes out. EMT's finally get there and rush Jamie to hospital. He busted his ribs really bad and it's touch and go for a bit but he pulls through. He and Roy gotta deal with their confessions and being undoubtedly in love with each other.

Heheh

When Jamie wakes up he knows he’s in the hospital. He can barely remember crashing down the stairs. But god does he remember kissing Roy.

He can’t fucking believe he did that.

Stupid stupid stupid.

His heart monitor spikes at the thought.

There’s a hand suddenly touching his cheek. “Hey come on. It’s okay. Look at me come on. Open those eyes.”

Jamie swears that’s Roy.

He turns and opens his eyes, the light is blinding at first. But Roy slowly comes into focus. “Oh fuck.”

Roy stares at him. “Pain? I’ll get a nurse hold on.” Jamie shoots a hand out, he’s not sure why but he can’t let Roy leave. Terrified that he’ll never come back. “No. Thought you’d never wanna see me again.”

Well. Jamie learns he’s apparently very truthful on good pain meds. Goddamn it.

Roy settles in the chair again, his hair is a wreak. Looks like he’s run his hands through it so many times. Jamie itches to touch it, he resists. Roy reaches out and holds Jamie’s hand.

“Let’s start over. Jamie, I love you, can’t live without you. That was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing I’ve ever walked into.”

Jamie thinks maybe he’s dead. This can’t be real.

“Love you too. Making that call to you was the only thing I could think of doing. Needed your voice.”

Roy gives him a soft smile. “Well then. Looks like we love each other. Wanna get married?”

Jamie stares at him, he pouts a little. He glances down at their hands. “I think you’re fucking with me. That’s mean. I’m too drugged for that.” Roy laughs. He leans forward and kisses their hands. “Yeah I’m fucking with you, we gotta go on at least three dates before we get married.”

Jamie smacks at Roy. His hand is caught and squeezed again. Roy leans closer and brushes the hair off of Jamie’s head, “can I kiss you?” Jamie breaks into a grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely I want multiple kisses.”

Roy presses a small kiss to Jamie’s lips, he lets out a whine to say he wants more. Roy raises an eyebrow but does it anyways. Jamie gets another kiss. Longer this time. Slower. Dirtier.

Jamie gently shoves Roy back and collapses against the pillows. “Shit we’re having sex as soon as I’m cleared.” Roy laughs he settles back in the chair, he’s holding Jamie’s hand again. “Anything you want baby.”

Jamie dusts off the mental list of things he wants to do with Roy Kent. “Wanna be held by you. Now.”

Roy sighs, but he does obey again. He slips into the side of the bed. Jamie tugs him up until he can lay with his back against Roy’s chest. “I’m gonna sleep now. Love you.”

Jamie starts to drift off but he feels Roy press a kiss to his head, “love you too.”

He hurts but goddamn is he happy.

[ask-steven-stevenson]

[ he basically falls over not even a minute after walking in . he lets out a LOUD groan and attempts to stand on his own two feet . ]

" godDAMMIT , im NEVER switching shoes with jamie again . . damn heels . . "

[ he then makes a displeased noise and falls over again . ]

(god save this poor child)

- [ @colossalbilly ] (THIS IS JUST FOR FUNSIES HEHEHE I LIKE MAKING HIM TALK ABOUT JAMIE)

“….I heard that you scraped your knee. I’m taking a wild guess here but, is it because the show switch? But, I’m glad you two are getting along. It’s nice to see you happy.”

{he feels bad for letting out a small chuckle. But! Jake did end up crouching down to meet the other’s height. He also pulled out a bandaid!! Tada!}

[conchetttecurls]

Rosewood Readathon Day 13

Part three baby!!

"It's unclear why they wanted both me and Lottie" not to me it isn't. heheh

aw what a cute photo of Ani and Saskia. What great friends as history would say

its okay lottie the lesbian instincts havent kicked in for you yet

:( sad lottie time

"forced their romantic agenda onto everyone" aint that just the aromantic experience

They have the same favourite story. They knew the same poem thyere so connected in ways they dont even understand yet :( Lottie and Jamie's friendship means everything to me

Ellie not fully grasping her privilege despite having a bit of a "woe is me" mindset

Lottie's meltdown (is that the right phrase?) is so familiar here. Bubbling up with anger until it bursts out of you then getting upset because you aren't an angry person and you don't want to be an angry person it's just all overwhelming and you don't know what to do escape run and cry until you've calmed yourself down

THEY SAID THE NAME !!!!!

Insane how they just don't have a border around these woods. Like, as we'll see later, it would be so easy for people just to sneak in. "But there's security!!" still insane behaviour

THE TREE!!!!!

Her linking her happiness with Rosewood and also it being her last promise to her mom. MY HEART

"i'm fine" "you always say that" strong words from you mr. volk

"How did you become a Partizan" aka the most tragic repetition in this series

Lola's scrutiny of Jamie is so funny

Marguerites are like daisies?!?!?!??! Delightful I love daisies

It's so funny to imagine Saskia planting these notes. Or Ani? I still can't remember if Ani did them because she suspected Saskia and wanted to scare Lottie away or not

Spring at Rosewood must be like heaven on earth. Unless you have hay fever. Then hard luck I guess

Jester Lottie is just Shrimp Lottie in another universe

"a wolf never cheats" yeah but they do alot worse

"I'm proud of you" CAN YOU HEAR ME CRYING

How did her phone not run out of battery in the 9 months she didn't have it?

"Whatever have a good life" ONCE AGAIN CRYING

I really don't see why they couldn't have made a teeny tiny stop to Ollie before heading to Maradova. Surely seeing him would have been a priority to Lottie?

[cixrosie]

OMG YES PLEASE TAG ME AND I AGREE TUMBLR DOES NEED MORE JESPER FICS HE DOES NOT GET ENOUGH ATTENTION

I will gladly talk with you everyday if you want!! It makes me happy to know other people are happy hehehe

How has your day been? Anything exciting!

yesssss plz whenever you want come talk to me heheh

my day has been good i went to the movies and saw migration and all i could think about was the anaheim ducks while watching (specifically trevor, jamie, mason and leo) then i went out to eat

how has your day been

[geronimomo-spd]

ok now that i finished my "absolotly canon because i can now put my love for him into cold canon facts that i observed"

its time for things i know about the Eighth doctor that i know because i headcanon them and so they are real TO ME 😭 (you are more then welcome to adot any of these of course, if anyone will want to)

- an old one that i still think is true: MY GUY IS A MUSICAL NERD, he absolotly listens to some bops as he is flying the tardis around, confusing Charley as he bops to Naughty (because he would LOVE Matilda come on) he defenetly listen to A LOT OF THEM in the beginning of his adventures, Everybody's talking about Jamie, beetlejuice and so on. (and this is also me projecting of course but like, what other doctor but him?? he would have dance paries all the time)

but serosly, the guy littiraly lives Matilda, listens once to Quiet and he is like "i have never heard something more relatable in my life", Charley adores Six and he honestly can't blame her, a fan of Everyone's talking about Jamie and beetlejuice for sure he is as well!

even before Charley gets into it, he will drop quotes and little melodies and Charley would have to be like ??? oh he is at it again (i will expand upon this headcanon because i have a lot to say about it hehe)

- has panic attacks!! i think he has a lot of problems with emotinal regulation post movie, recovering from fucking attempted body snatching, so i think in the first couple of episodes he would have a lot of trouble balancing his overexcitment and his more dark and almost emotinaless anger states so i think it makes sense that he would have a lot of issues with regulating from the fucking traumatic shit he is going through with Charley, i think in the beginning its more prominante and he gets a little better about it, ie btter with handeling them and hiding them, and i also think that Charley also gets hem which is why it makes sense they sort of have to help each other through it his shutdowns (which i also headcanon he has) go through a jouney is also fasinating to me, like, i headcanon him having trouble to being able to contain meltdown because fuck i am distressing everyone else fuck- so through time he ends up having extreme shutdowns instead, the kind that he just instently drops to the floor expressionless and just... stayes there for a while (i might a bunch of drabbles about it too fghfddfg) ALSO SCHERZO IS BASICALLY HIM REALISING A LOT OF HIS PENT UP EMOTIONS AND HE IS TRYING TO REPSESS WHAT HE IS FEELING BUT THEN HE HAS NOCHOISE AND JUST EXPLODES

- the reason he gets amnesiac a lot is because of the events of the movie, basically having the master try and dissconect his mind from his body so close to his regenaration basically makes his brain to be a lot more frail then other doctor's brains and it tends to slip away from him a lot because of this!!

- NON BINERY TO THE MAX, the dude might be genderfluid, i see people headcanoning 8 as genderfluid and i get it, as a genderfluid guy who loves to project on peopel who it loves, would usually make my fave genderfluid but he is also just so!!! genderfuck idk, defenetly expreses his gender in the most fluid way possible tough!! when someone asks him what his pronouns today are he is just like "hmmm i am quite happy today i think :)" and sometimes "i can't think today!!" or "hehehe hohoho i am sad, what is gender", defenetly uses they/them pronouns most of the time!!, he/they sometimes, the experiments go on!! (also i wrote down these headcanons before i saw some qoutes from the EDAs and JESUS OMG YES ITS SO NICE TO KNOW SOME FORM OF CANON RECOGNIZES THE GENDER ENERGY OF THIS VICTORIAN DANDY)

- some sort of physically disabled!! i personally headcanon all of the doctors to be physically disabled of some kind, but espeshelly 8! to have what is arguably concidered the most enthusiastic and energetic Doctor to be the one that needs a mobility aid makes my disabled heart so happy. its too early to tell when he discoves this, but to me he was BORN with aching legs and slight chronic pain, he just didn't notice it because ya know... the littiral medical wire that was stuck inside his chest... and of course other more urgent matter of potincial body stealing, he just thought it was pretty normal!! then through the Charley arc its slwly gets worse, at the end of the day he does concider a crutch or a cane because why not!

ok yes this is a basic list (and i can goall out about most othese ecae i love them so much)

(ALSO i do wanna add stuff from the EDAs is just the dylesixa will be a problem with reading those but im working on it 😤😤)

[sidneyprscott]

So I'll send you an ask here so as not to clog-up the lawandordersource blog with my love for Mike and Connie. But yes! I did catch the how the board had Mike and Connie and, much like you, I now headcanon it that Mike and Connie are back in the office somewhere. From what I've read, most DA's offices have a Chief Assistant DA that acts more on the operations and administration of the office and is more traditional the office's second-in-charge. There was a character in SVU, Chief Assistant DA Charlie Phillips and he mentions that he gave a case to an appreciative McCoy (was a slam dunk) to Cabot in some talk they were having, And there was statement by Cabot that it was rumored he would run against Nora Lewin.

But I headcanon that after Mike's stint as SVU Bureau Chief and his prior experience as... I think it's now all but confirmed that the EADA on the mothership is the... Homicide Bureau Chief that Jack promotes him to Chief Assistant to handle the administrative end of the office and Connie came back as a Bureau Chief (hey if they can bring back Jamie Ross as an ADA, let me have this people).

I kinda hold out hope that if/when Sam leaves the show, they'd bring back Linus Roache as the DA with the justification that operationally and with his prosecutorial experience, he's best equipped to handle a smooth transition.

Plus I just want to see Cutter tear into Price.

No shade against Hugh Dancy, but when Price said he was the best after Jack says there were 20 other homicide prosecutors that could have taken the case (and should have!) I said to my friend as we were watching, "In a ranking of 21 Homicide Prosecutors, I'd rank you 22 Nolan."

Sorry for the long ask again but that's just how I headcanon that board (changes be damned).

hehehe we can be on that headcanon bandwagon together! (i just feel like it'd be in character for the two of them anyway—Mike would definitely be a lifer in the DA's office, and i can totally see connie returning in like a "oh, i can't stay away from you, manhattan!" scenario, lol.)

it's easy to envision Mike in that kind of second-in-command position for jack the way you described (it's funny but i just started a rewatch of the early SVU seasons and i just saw the episode where they introduce Chief ADA Charlie Phillips. very funny to see him show up periodically in the original later in the run as a different defense attorney, haha.)

and yeah i feel like enough time has passed that both mike and connie could easily handle those respective positions (would love to have seen Connie as a lead prosecutor at some point on screen—she nails that closing in the season 17 finale—but i think that might be beyond what the writers on the revival are capable of delivering right now, ugh.)

[side note - THANK YOU for pointing out that weird thing with Jamie!!! they're telling me that she was a defense attorney, then an ada, then a defense attorney again, then a judge (okay fine, i'm still on board, this is a somewhat normal career trajectory so far) and then SHE BECAME AN ADA AGAIN???? who goes from judge back to being an attorney??? i was happy to see her again but then just make her the trial judge!!!! please l&o i can be your continuity person, you need one]

HAHAHA i've had SO many laughs with my roommates (we watch the show every week anyway and play a drinking game called "Claw & Order" named after the White Claw seltzer) about Price (no hate to Price fans, he's just not my cup of tea) doing bizarre things or totally bungling cases. maybe he's "the best" because he screws up royally in nearly every episode and then still wins almost every case???

i would LOVE to see Linus come back as DA Mike, i could definitely see him as being more of a hardliner compared to the revival's characterization of Jack (when they feel compelled to write him any dialogue, lol). (and i wouldn't mind seeing him rake Price over the coals hehehe. i can't tell you how many times Price gets reticent about prosecuting or something and i'm just like "Mike would be foaming at the mouth right now LET IM AT EM")

for the record, long (or short) asks about l&o are ALWAYS welcome!!! i feel like i'm just finding the l&o contingent on tumblr (especially the seasons 18-20 gang) so it's always a blast to chat about it with people who clearly know their stuff and have great takes.

once again, here's to earnest civil servants!!! (i made this gif for the last ask you sent in to lawandordersource and i feel like i'm already getting a return on my investment hahaha)

[deergroove444]

3 november

i watched mlp in the morning hehe. And read SoA!! Its literally my favourite and i love it but the way their dynamic is represented isnt my favourite, it makes it seem like they are constraining themselves from talking or are tense bruh.

hannah picked me up w sabrina to go to work! i made them drinks <3 i was really happy to see them, we listened to music in the car and i couldn’t get out at first LOL! i couldn’t give a proper bye but i saw them dancing the cha cha outside <3 im really glad to have friends like that

moving is shitty. i hate moving. ive been working on my mindset and realised i really need to work on my self worth and that i sm not below otgers. at work i always ask if i can have food or go to the bathroom but they dont, i dont have to! but they’re also not so mature sometimes…abd they make me dk the dirty work. I GOT SO MANY TIPS YESTERDAY!!!! IM MAKING BANK!!!!! THANK YOUUUU YIPIEEEE! sushi waitjng friday hehehehehhehhe……the guy from morimito brought me bao buns! I ASKED FOR THEM AND JAMIE JUST TOOK THEM OH MY GOD AND ITS NOT A BIG DEAL BUT THEN TGEY GET UPSET AT SALTY AT ME WHEN I WANT TO YAKE FOOD HOME AHHHHHDHDHHSGSGSGGSHS ATLEQFT ASK IH MY HOMYY SHITTYTT

the bao bun was pretty good!! my coffe fav is cold brew with cold foam and syrups hehehe! this realy nice lady came in and gave us cookies <333 i heard crows today and i found my rose quarts necklace!! i cleansed it :3 im trying to be nicer. i stretched more today!

My ideal life rn is to just be secure, living in a safe and stable place with no anger or fear.

we finally got a kettle omlll now i just need an espesso machine, a cello, a guitar, a piano, a bunkbed, and a bunch of tea. i kind of want a boyfriend ☹️☹️ that morimoto cook is cuteeee, he was listening to duki! its rap my a mexican artist! the chef from los agaves has such a sweet vibe! today was the first time i actually talked to him! it was pretty outside & i listened to amarys messages <3 i started texting people back faster and sending arianna tik toks AHAHAHA! i did ny makeup real nice today! Hope tomorrow goes betterrr!

I assume that i have all my desires. Its that easy! Logic does not exist, manifesting is not logical honey! You have everything you need, YOU are the creator. Believe in yourself and surround yourself with unconditional love because you are filled with it. <3 dont be hard on yourself and dont be afraid to stand your worth and rights! <3 youre amazinggggg darling.

[hyperionshipping]

hi tricks!! me again!! long time no ask!! me and John have been very very happy and I even have a new husband... his name is jamie fraser n we r sooooo in love!! my favourite Scottish man ever ^^ how are u doing!!!! – 🦇

Bats!! Heya Bat!! I'm so glad to hear you and John are well!! And now you have a plus one 8:0? Ho cool!! I don't think I know that name.. you'll have to tell me about him. I see you have a type eh? Scottish? You know... The Doctor was Scottish once. Heheh. Catch his 12th face sometime why don't ya?

As for me? Up and down. Up and down. Mostly down, if I'm being entirely honest. It's been.... Rough since yer last ask.

But! Greener grass, new days ahead of us, isn't that right Bats? I've also got myself a new man! Goes by the name Kayne, but, some are saying he might be this Eldritch God. I mean, I totally know of course. But he doesn't care about his theorized identity. He is so. Grrr. He's got a really nice voice and I love his crazed little laughs. He's thoroughly wormed his way into my head... As though I NEEDED that to happen again.

He's from the podcast Malevolent! Which is, as one may guess, based off of Lovecraft's stories/mythos/etc. etc. etc. I, truthfully, don't know much about that! But I'm enjoying listening to it! Kayne really went ALL out this newest episode. OH MAN did he kill it.

I'm excited for the next episode! But these come out monthly I think? So we'll have to wait a bit. I'll get by, I'm listening to other podcasts!! Like DNDADS. I have some f/os from that too. Like Willy <3. He's in the next episode which comes out tomorrow! Technically today as I answer this ask. Unless my fiancé was wrong. But he's never wrong.

That's about it really! You know how life can be. I hope you three are fairing better!! Ask John if he'll banish some negative spirits from my life. I'll pay him and everything!

[kudosmyhero]

Marvel Two-in-One (vol. 1) #3: Inside Black Spectre!

Read Date: April 26, 2023 Cover Date: May 1974 ● Writer: Steve Gerber ● Penciler: Sal Buscema ● Inker: Joe Sinnott ● Colorist: Petra Goldberg ● Letterer: Dave Hunt ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● ok, let’s see where the shitshow goes this issue… ● for some reason I thought they were in a spaceship, not a skyscraper ● construction crew, ftw ● heheh, DD not happy about his fall ● Matt on a date with Candace Nelson, Foggy’s sister. I’m sure this will all go over like a fart in church

● dafuq is this play?? ● the audience’s expression in reaction to this play is, um… pretty much deserved

● DD, you literally just said the actors were hypnotized. why not come to the same conclusion with Black Widow? ● no time to ask permission but there’s time to fight? ● 👏👏

Synopsis: Mister Fantastic runs a number of physiological test on Wundarr, determining that there is a limit to the amount of energy he can store. This is dramatically proven by an explosion. Nearby, Daredevil witnesses the explosion and learns it's source. Later he stops by and visits Foggy Nelson and Shanna O'Hara, who tells Daredevil about the Black Spectre's involvement in her father's death.

Daredevil -- as Matt Murdock -- attends a play with Candace Nelson, during which two of the actors die, victims of Black Spectre. Daredevil is stopped from following the culprit by a surprise attack from the Black Widow. Daredevil requires the use of the Fantasti-Car to go after Black Spectre’s Airship, and the Thing comes along.

Catching up to the Black Spectre's zeppelin, the Thing and Daredevil break in and attack. Inside they face Nekra, his army of enthralled females, and the Black Spectre himself. When Thing rips off the Spectre's mask, he suddenly loses all control over his body and Daredevil is defeated as well. They are then loaded back up in the Fantasti-Car and dumped off the zeppelin.

Regaining control of themselves, the two heroes prevent themselves from crashing and Daredevil vows to stop his enemies.

This story is continued in Daredevil #110…

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Marvel_Two-In-One_Vol_1_3)

Fan Art: DOOM! Sneek Attack! (John Byrne) by xts33

Accompanying Podcast: ● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 17