#Jamie Whelan
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windshield91 Ā· 11 months ago
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I have many thoughts about Jet & Reyes:
1. I shipped them from the beginning before his marriage reveal. For me, Jet and Jamie are just easy, stereotypes.
2. I hope this isn't a foreshadowing to a shocking reavel about Benson and Stabler.
3. What if Reyes& his wife are already separated and he kept wearing his ring at work to avoid discussing it.
4. He wasn't wearing his ring at the last scene. Being a UC cop this could be his way of Compartmentalise, pretending to separate Reyes, the husband, and the coworker to ease the guilt of cheating.
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adarafaelbarba Ā· 11 months ago
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ā€œjust a little harder"
MINORS DNI!
Jamie had you on all fours on his bed, hands squeezing your ass as he fucked you, absolute filth slipping from his mouth. "fuuuuuck--So good--harder babe--need--harder!" You moaned, gripping the sheets under you. His hold on your ass tightened as he complied with your request, driving you wild. "Such a needy little thing aren't you darling?" He chuckled. "Always--for you." With all the pleasure you were receiving it was hard to focus on talking, rather than just the taking. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?" He asked, spanking you which earned a surprise yelp from you.
ā€œPlease, yesssss, need it babe.ā€ He loves how needy you sound, doing more to tip you over the edge.
With a shout you hit your high, collapsing on the bed as he kept going, chasing his own release.
Moments later he came too, falling on top of you. ā€œSo good for me darling, did so well.ā€ His lips ghosted kisses across your heated skin.
Clinging onto him, you whimpered in his ear, a telltale sign that you were thoroughly satisfied with your previous activities.
"Why don't we get cleaned up, then we can stay in bed all day and cuddle?" He suggested, and you nodded eagerly, pulling him in for a kiss.
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thena0315 Ā· 2 years ago
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No more onscreen moments of Veluncy or Jet x Jamie
Producers killed four birds with one stone in this finale
*But then again, whoā€™s to say about Veluncyā€™s future offscreen
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rodpower78 Ā· 2 years ago
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What I would say to Dick Wolf and the creative staff about the SVU/OC season finale crossover
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rqgnarok Ā· 2 years ago
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more than just a short timeĀ ā€” jamie whelan
fandom: law & order organized crime
wc: 2,579Ā 
warnings: SPOILERS for the season finale of law & order organized crime, canonical character death, canon mention of hospitals and violence. very self deprecating talk from a disabled character. ANGST. ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. female!reader
summary: Can someone be a widow if their partner only ever planned to propose?
authorā€™s note at the end.
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Jamie doesnā€™t wanna see her.
Sheā€™s on her way up, Bobby tells him gently. Jamie wishes the surge of relief that courses through him wasnā€™t mixed up with the abhorrent need to send her away, be as rude as possible to have her leave the room before she comes to terms with what heā€™s become.
He doesnā€™t. Jamie nods at Reyes and licks his lips. He feels his eyes burn when the door opens to (Y/N) walking in, clutching the strap of her purse like itā€™s a lifeline, eyes wide and terrified and determined all at once. Bobby cups her elbow in silent support as he leaves the room, and Jamie swallows the mean words that try to climb up his throat at the sight of someone else doing what he canā€™t; comfort her, touch her, be the steadiness she needs in a moment of chaos.
Neither of them speaks as theyā€™re left alone, a bubble of something-not-quite-peace enveloping them and making the outside world a mere blur at the other side of the doors. Itā€™s only them and the ticking clock, the smell of alcohol and disinfectant, and the lack of color and life one expects from this specific wing at Bellevue.Ā 
Theyā€™d met in a bar around four years ago. Jamie had just made detective and some of his buddies at the four-nine were adamant about at least buying him some drinks in celebration. Just after finishing his first beer, another one had been delivered to the table, the waiter pointing to where (Y/N) was sitting at the bar, smile sheepish and face flushed at being caught.Ā 
Sheā€™d heard them celebrating and figured there was no harm in inviting the next round. Jamie leaned into her space with a charming grin and said something stupid about being harmed by meeting someone so beautiful and not asking for their name. To this day (Y/N) calls it the worst pickup line sheā€™s ever heard, but it got him a laugh and a date that very same weekend.Ā 
Itā€™s been good. Itā€™s been great ā€“ the last time Jamie was so infatuated by someone heā€™d been thirteen and crushing after the next-door neighbor. He fell so hard for (Y/N) and simply kept falling as they moved in together before their second anniversary and started looking for rings a couple of months before he transferred to Organized Crime.
The development of their relationship has been both a whirlwind and the most obvious thing Jamieā€™s ever lived through. Of course he was supposed to meet her. Of course he fell in love with her from the very first night. He hasnā€™t been able to imagine his life without her since their first date.Ā 
Jamie doesnā€™t want her here. Jamie needs her by his side. These are two things that have to coexist now, his new reality far from the idea he had for the rest of his life.
He doesnā€™t tell her to go.
ā€œHi, sweetheart,ā€ (Y/N) talks first, breaking the silence and the distance between them all at once as if snapping out of a spell. She drops her things in the chair left behind by Bobby and is by his bed in an instant, hands hovering all over him like sheā€™s unsure of what parts of him she can touch without hurting him.Ā 
Jamie wills for his fingers to twitch, for his hand to wake the fuck up and reach for her, help her cross those last few inches she isnā€™t daring to do on her own.Ā 
He remains limp against the bed. (Y/N) finally touches him, her fingers against his cheek. Itā€™s enough for Jamie to shudder with a cry, turning his head so he can soak in the touch. Sheā€™s warm and steady against his skin and Jamie mourns his situation for the hundredth time in the last hour.
ā€œJamie,ā€ she says, murmured and weepy. Jamieā€™s eyes close in agony but it feels too much like being dead already, so he opens them again. The sight that greets him is devastating: his almost-fiĆ”nce-never-to-be-wife, asking him for something he canā€™t give her. The lifetime together heā€™s been waiting to promise in his proposal has gone up in smoke in the blink of an eye.
It was the right thing to do. Jamie knewā€“ not even the blinding pain that shocked through his nerves had been enough of a distraction to the urgency in Stablerā€™s voiceā€“ that the second Kyle died, the chance to put down Shadowerk would go with him.Ā 
There really was nothing he couldā€™ve done. The bullet had reached his spine the moment it entered his body. He was dead the second he walked into that godforsaken camp.
But (Y/N) hadnā€™t known that when she kissed him goodbye that morning. Sheā€™d stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and joined their mouths together, tasting of toothpaste and languidly using her tongue to make him late for work.
ā€œHi,ā€ he says, voice dry, trying not to sound as miserable as he is and failing.Ā 
Heā€™d already canceled a vacation on her earlier that week. A pre-honeymoon, heā€™d started calling it in his mind, maybe finally the right time to propose. He worries for a ridiculous moment if (Y/N)ā€™s gonna be able to get a refund out of that, fretting terribly for whatā€™ll happen to her after heā€™s gone.
He knows she can take care of herself but sheā€™s not supposed to have to. Not while heā€™s alive and breathing.
Jamieā€™s overcome with how badly he wishes heā€™d called in sick. That he let (Y/N) drag him back to bed like she almost did and throw caution to the wind, burrow himself in her arms and her laugh, and leave the curtains drawn shut, embracing the safety of the darkness. He was so afraid of letting Bell and Stabler down, of having Reyes go out there without someone that cared for him watching his back, and where did that get him?
Without his body. Without a future with the love of his life.
The love of his life who can never find out what he asked of Bobby. Even if she loves him enough to do it for himā€“ Jamie loves her too much to even ask. He wonā€™t do that. Heā€™s already planning on making her a widow, having her do it is just cruel. He made a promise a long time ago that he wouldnā€™t let the job make him someone he didnā€™t recognize and heā€™s not about to start bailing on it now.
Can someone be a widow if their partner only ever planned to propose? Jamie almost suggests they get a priest in here and use Bobby as a witness, but (Y/N) deserves better than that. And sheā€™ll find it someday, Jamieā€™s sure of it, with an accountant or a banker or someone with a boring job who doesnā€™t leave the house to get shot at and get paid too little for it.Ā 
ā€œMy day sucked,ā€ he jokes weakly despite the inner monologue thatā€™s rushing through his brain, trying to get her to smile and his voice cracking with emotion in the process. (Y/N) struggles with it but she manages an upward tilt of the lips, eyes wet.Ā 
His pretty girl, so fucking resilient.
ā€œI bet,ā€ she tells him. She doesnā€™t stop touching him, which Jamie appreciates as much as he does the effort at light conversation. ā€œOffice coffee was that bad, huh.ā€Ā 
Jamieā€™s laugh turns into a sob so quickly that he reasons it wasnā€™t really ever a laugh. His fragile good humor is gone in an instant, lip wobbling and features scrunching in agonized despair.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ he cries earnestly and without restraint for the first time since his mom died, probably. He shuts his eyes but it does nothing to stop the flow once it's started and (Y/N) canā€™t wipe all his tears fast enough. ā€œWe shouldā€™ve gone on vacation, I shouldnā€™t have gone to work at all, Iā€™m so sorryā€“ā€
ā€œHey,ā€ she cuts him off, equally as devastated. ā€œHoney, itā€™s alright, itā€™s okay. You were doing the right thing, thereā€™s nothing for you to be sorry about.ā€
He keeps apologizing anyway, fervently. Jamie isnā€™t strong enough to stop when (Y/N) starts to cry, too. She just holds him as best she can while they cry together. ā€œYou donā€™t deserve this, you donā€™t need less than half aā€“ā€
ā€œYouā€™re alive,ā€ (Y/N) insists fiercely through tears. Jamie doesnā€™t tell her how this canā€™t be much of a life. ā€œYou came home to me, baby. Thatā€™s all that matters to me, you understand?ā€
Jamie hums an affirmative and keeps crying, and (Y/N) keeps soothing her fingers over his cheeks, his mouth, his temple, his hair. Jamieā€™s tremendously grateful for her, even if the need to make himself small and let (Y/N) hold him will never be satisfied again.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re not half of anything,ā€ she continues to reassure him without room for discussion. ā€œYouā€™re my everything. My whole entire life, Jamieā€“ā€
ā€œI kept thinking of you,ā€ he weeps, his breaths coming fast and hurried without the usual feeling of his abdomen pulling with the force of his grief. ā€œAll the time Iā€™m out there, all I do is think of you, and I thought this time, Iā€“ Iā€“ Iā€“ā€
She says his name helplessly, pressing a fervent kiss to his temple while some of her tears fall into Jamieā€™s hair, her breath stuttering. (Y/N) wraps herself around him as best she can without disturbing his injuries and the machines that are keeping him alive, leaving her in a most awkward position she doesnā€™t complain about once. Jamieā€™s love for her is too strong to be contained inside his body.Ā Ā 
ā€œI love you,ā€ he tells her after enough time has passed that Jamieā€™s almost certain he wonā€™t break into another sob. His voice quivers but thatā€™s about it, and he thinks heā€™s allowed. (Y/N)ā€™s fingers tremble against his temple. ā€œI love you so much.ā€
ā€œI love you,ā€ she answers without hesitation, her voice a little shaky, too. She scratches at his hair and Jamieā€™s shiver is cut down to his neck. ā€œI love you, baby, and weā€™re gonna be alright. Weā€™re gonna be okay.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t think weā€™ll make it to Alaska,ā€ he tries not to scoff in disappointment because he knows (Y/N) wonā€™t like it, and she proves him right when she purses her lips like she does when trying to convince herself not to slap him in the back of the head.
ā€œDonā€™t be stupid,ā€ she says, but itā€™s so, so soft it sounds like a term of endearment. Idiot, like honey, sweetheart, baby . ā€œI donā€™t care about that. We can get shitfaced and take pictures with your thumb on the lens at home, you know.ā€
ā€œHey,ā€ he says, trying and failing not to think about wedding rings at the bottom of champagne glasses or hidden in chocolate mousse cakes. Heā€™s always made fun of people who think proposing with a choking hazard is a good idea but Jamie now aches for that stupidity, that normalcy that wonā€™t ever be for him. He refuses to propose in a hospital room when he canā€™t even put a ring on her hand himself. ā€œWe probably wonā€™t get a refund out of that.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s okay,ā€ (Y/N) soothes. Nothing is, but Jamie lets her try. Maybe sheā€™ll have better luck at pretending than he did. ā€œI donā€™t mind.ā€Ā 
They fall into silence and he almost goes to sleep under her hands, pacified to unconsciousness half due to exhaustion and half due to her presence: the calm in the middle of the storm. Jamie isnā€™t mad anymore, canā€™t be when sheā€™s got him wrapped around her finger.
ā€œI love you,ā€ he canā€™t tell her enough, sleepy and quiet. The rush of air she lets out is the only indication that (Y/N) heard him.Ā 
Breathingā€™s getting harder, already a chore, and now the thought of the device running out of batteries or accidentally disconnecting from where it's keeping him alive makes him anxious. (Y/N)ā€™s worried, he can tell even if she almost never voices it because she refuses to make him feel guilty about doing the job he loves. Jamie wishes sheā€™d tell him off, scream and cry at him and not bottle it all up. Itā€™ll only be worse when heā€“
He says, "Want every day with you," with sharp breaths between each word because he's too exhausted to say I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There's a ring in my locker at the station that I've been waiting for the right moment to give to you. He doesn't say, every moment is right when we're together and I'm sorry I'm only realizing that when Iā€™m unable to breathe on my own.
(Y/N) smiles, shaky and watery, and the most gorgeous sight Jamieā€™s seen in his life. She knows, and Jamie knows she does. The knot that had built up the whole time he'd struggled to stay awake, waiting for her in this hospital bed, loosens.
Itā€™s gonna be okay. Sheā€™s gonna be alright, even if sheā€™ll miss him. Sheā€™ll grieve and move on knowing, without a doubt, that Jamie loved her like heā€™s never loved anyone before. Itā€™s enough for him. He can only hope itā€™s enough for her, too.Ā 
ā€œHoney,ā€ she rouses him gently from an accidental slumber hours later, the sun that gave little light to the room now gone behind the horizon, (Y/N)ā€™s fingers still caressing his face. She looks exhausted and worried and the most beautiful Jamieā€™s ever seen her. Her smile is brittle and shaky. ā€œYour dadā€™s here. I didnā€™t want to wake you up, butā€“ā€
ā€œā€˜s okay,ā€ he tells her. ā€œCan you give us a few minutes?ā€
ā€œSure,ā€ she says softly, hesitation clouding her features only for a second before sheā€™s leaning in for a kiss, firm and lingering. Jamie exhales into it, something in his chest unfurling at the touch. He hadnā€™t realized they hadnā€™t kissed yet. ā€œIā€™ll bring him in.ā€
ā€œWait,ā€ he says, managing a boyish grin with lidded eyes. ā€œDo that again.ā€
(Y/N)ā€™s smile is bright, and Jamieā€™s glad to taste it when she goes in for another kiss on his mouth and then moves on to his cheek, his nose, his chin, his forehead. ā€œInsatiable.ā€
ā€œYou love it.ā€
ā€œGod help me, I do,ā€ she pats his chest carefully. ā€œLet me go get your dad before he wonders what weā€™re doing in here.ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ he says quietly, and once last time because he canā€™t help himself. ā€œI love you.ā€
(Y/N) turns from where she already had one foot out the door, expression tender. ā€œI love you back. See you in a minute.ā€
Later, after crying in the safety of his dadā€™s presence like a little boy and saying his goodbyes, Jamie closes his eyes as his breaths begin to recede. The shrill sound of his heart monitor, the panic that takes over the room when he stops breathing, heā€™s aware of none of it.Ā 
Behind his lids isnā€™t death, but the Northern Lights and (Y/N) underneath them, showered in colors and smiling at him like she did that first night in a bar, young and unknowing. She offers him her hand and Jamie takes it. Nothing hurts.
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this fic snuck up on me ngl but the season finale fucking wrecked me. iā€™m still thinking about writing a fix it.
short (considering my standards lol) and somewhat sweet? hope you enjoyed and if u want tell me what u think!
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autumngravity Ā· 2 years ago
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Muncy and Jamie joining Mike, Kat, and Garland in the "They deserved better" lounge.
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knightlyelliotstabler Ā· 2 years ago
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nacrella Ā· 2 years ago
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Are you ready for this whole mess? Cuz Iā€™m definitely not.
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cagg1969 Ā· 1 year ago
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failing--lights Ā· 6 months ago
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Watching organized crime and starting to ship Jet and Jamie only to come on here and see this mf DIES
and something starts with her and reyes bro what??
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jet-slootmaekers Ā· 2 years ago
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JET SLOOTMAEKERS & JAMIE WHELAN
Law & Order: Organized Crime [03.07]
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windshield91 Ā· 11 months ago
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"And I think to go from this trio of friends to suddenly a very lonely duo is jarring and odd and really uncomfortable"
- Ainsley Seiger. (here)
- "I love you" sentence... Jet maybe said what she thought Jamie needed at this moment, but she was expressing her love for him as friend, a family not romantically. Her feelings seemed platonic all season and she was still mourning Seamus.
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adarafaelbarba Ā· 1 year ago
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Canā€™t keep my hands to myself
"Well you do now, we're at work, Jamie." You didn't want to pull away from him though, feeling so safe and loved in his arms. "Technically we're at a bar." Damn, smartass. He always had one of those comments at hand ready to throw at you. "Doing work." Staying strong and fighting your inner needs was hard when you were secretly dating Jamie, but it was something you had to do,
until... "If you come with me I'll blow your mind darling." Jamie Fucking Whelan! You turned in his arms and stared at him before you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you to his truck. "you win dammit."
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thena0315 Ā· 2 years ago
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Why did it have to end like this!! This was my favorite OC lineup!! šŸ˜­ šŸ˜­ šŸ˜­
RIP Detective Jamie Whelan
Badge #91111
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nessamanhattan Ā· 2 years ago
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THE SQUAD Law & Order: Organized Crime [03.12]
-> future gifsets will be on my sideblog: jet-slootmaekers
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crokitheloki Ā· 1 month ago
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I miss u Jamie whelan šŸ«¶šŸ¼
In my mind he's on his vacation and decided to retire early
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what a SLUT
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