#fluffy jaime

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Lion Cub

no context just jaime being a good father

[coldshrugs]

lovely @casijaz made the cutest lil io! look at her!!

[nothingleftforme]

the jason todd and jaime reyes agenda is growing in my brain i fear… BLUE beetle and RED hood oh it’s bad for me

[shippity-ipity]

first chapter is up of that really long fanfic I spoke of!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent, Colin Hughes/Michael, Trent Crimm & Colin

Characters: Trent Crimm, Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Leslie Higgins, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso), Keeley Jones, Sam Obisanya, Will Kitman, Original Non-Binary Character, Henry Lasso

Additional Tags: Fluff, 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, Light Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Character Study, Crack, Fluff and Crack, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Tagging, Slice of Life

Summary: Trent and Ted have been in each other's orbit since the first day they sat down at dinner, and Trent watched Ted kill his insides for the sake of kindness. He fell for him in that very moment. From then, people have slowly found out about their ever evolving relationship.

aka this started as a silly 5 times people found out about tedependent +1 time they told everyone, and it evolved from crack to character study to kinda deep.

[wishuponroses]

Thank you DC Animation for yet again sparking inspiration for me to write again... I really, really, really hope.

[etdraconis]

As he watched Naela get into the car with her brothers, Jaime sighed softly. Lion whined, coming back to his owner with his ears drooped. He chuckled at the little dog, squatting down to scratch him behind the ears.

"Sorry, little one, but it looks like you'll have to wait a bit longer to get your pets from her," he joked. "Come on now, let's go get ready for the day. We'll see her again tonight."

-- Later that evening --

The day had been long and full of meetings between his classes - most of which could have easily been an email - and by the time Jaime locked up his office for the night, he was exhausted. He glanced at his watch as Lion all but dragged him excitedly and cursed to himself. Naela should already be gone by now; he very rarely missed her leaving campus and always worried when he did. With any luck, she would be with her brothers or at home by now.

Lion happily bounced along beside him as Jaime crossed campus to the staff parking garage, checking his messages. He smiled softly at his brother's messages; Tyrion had texted him with random book recs again, as well as an invitation for dinner. Another text Cersei contained a similar invite. Jaime ignored that one for now; his sister always seemed to have ulterior motives when she invited him over, and he didn't have the energy to deal with that.

He was halfway through his reply to Tyrion when he heard a commotion in one of the nearby parking garages. Jaime frowned as Lion started barking, looking up from his phone. That was when he heard it - a woman crying out. But not just any woman. He would know the sound of that voice anywhere. It lingered in all of his most vivid dreams. Naela.

Quickly tying Lion's leash to a nearby bench, Jaime sprinted toward the sound of the incident to find a group of men trying to kidnap her. Anger rushed through him, his hand going to the pistol holstered to his belt. He wasn't supposed to have it on campus, technically. But considering his role as protector he had managed to get special permission for it. And he would be damned if he wouldn't use it on these fuckers now for touching his girl.

Wait. No... Fuck he couldn't think about that right now.

"Hey! Let her go asshole!" he yelled out as he approached them.

"Who the hell are you? What do you think you'll do to stop us, pretty boy? " one of them sneered.

Jaime drew his weapon and pointed it the man, face dangerously calm.

"I am Her Highness's royal guard, and I will put a bullet in your skull if you don't step away from her now," he growled.

Naela was already looking at Jaime (of course), but she beamed when Lion began barking to say good morning to her. She'd played with the little guy a few times, usually when he was outside with Jaime on weekends (though it was a lot easier to pay attention to the corgi during a barbecue, as opposed to when his handsome owner was hand-washing his car 😍). Naela loved animals in general, but especially when they were fluffy ones that she could hug. She got ready to run across the street to say hello to Lion (& Jaime), but her brother stopped her.

"Uh-uh. I've got my 9:00," Jon huffed, barreling out of the house like a man on a mission. Naela was about to tell him that that was bullshit, because he was not a morning person & she knew that he was just trying to get to his girlfriend sooner, but then her dad appeared. She loved her father--he understood her more than anyone else in the house did--& yet, if he found out she had a crush on his colleague, he'd lose it. He wouldn't yell at her, but he would definitely give her one of his exasperated talks, which she could only sometimes get out of by pouting. Naela knew this from experience; when she was caught kissing her date as he dropped her off after prom, Ned Stark had come charging out of the house with a frown & a flashlight, asking the young man just what he thought he was doing. It was embarrassing. Also, Naela was pretty sure that if her current crush was revealed, her dad would get her removed from both Jaime's history class & his fencing group. So she wisely waited until her dad was in the front seat of the car, then she waved back at Jaime (smiling, of course) & ducked into the car, tossing her backpack between her legs once she was in.

Thank goodness he wasn't just some guy who lived across the street.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

[phantobats]

Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

[asvterias]

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 (𝟥)

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: Just Heartfelt Fluff

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Bestfriend!Milagro x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.0k+

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Author’s Note: What’s this??; not me publishing two parts in one day! Kinda got carried away with the fluffy ending but who cares?! :)

Spanish Translations

“mi vida.” — “my life.”

“Cálllate, Milagro!” — “Shut up, Milagro!”

“Cálllate, hermano! No me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?” — “You shut up, bro! You don’t see me having sex with your best friend, do you?”

“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.” — “Uhh, very rude, sis. I’m standing right here.”

“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.” — “Good, then you don’t need me to repeat myself.”

“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” — “Don’t worry, babe. You know that you’ll always be my number one girl.”

Everything seems to be picture perfect as you and Jaime viewed, all hot and bothered in each other’s arms. That was…until shit hit the fan for the both of you.

“Jaime! What the actual fuck are you doing?! And with my best friend?” That voice made your heart stop, instantly breaking out of your bubble. Thoughts of Milagro arriving back and catching you two in the act didn’t cross your mind.

You and Jaime looked at each other like deers caught in headlights as you both stumbled to cover yourselves up with your duvet.

How were you two gonna explain this to Milagro now?

“I’m scarred! For life, I’m permanently scarred.” She covers her eyes despite closing her eyes and leaving the room. Guess she needed double reassurance of security to unsee what she just saw. “(Y/N), where’s the bleach? I need two gallons of it for my eyes.”

“You’ll be fine!” Jaime brushes his sister off.

“Says you; you were the one getting it! Lock the door next time! I’m not ready to be an aunt just yet!” She shouts from the kitchen.

“Shut up, Milagro!” Jaime yells, annoyed at his sister. You got dressed in one of Jaime’s oversized hoodies and slipped into a pair of panties, preparing to leave and talk to Milagro.

“Cállate, hermano! No, me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?”

Her statement causes you to softly giggle at their classical sibling tactics. “We have to go out there and talk to her.”

“No, we don’t,” He brings you in by the waist, tightening his grip so you can’t escape from his loving embrace, “She’s twenty years old, not ten and she’ll get over it.”

“She’s used to seeing me naked, not her older brother.” You defend the situation, your finger wiggling onto his chest. Jaime swiftly got dressed after hearing your concluding sentence.

“Wait, what?” His eyebrows furrowed together in shock and confusion, “When did my sister see you naked?”

“That’s a secret that I’ll take to my grave.” You leave the room.

“What? Why not (Y/N)?” Jaime begrudgingly jumps off the bed and follows after you.

The whole discussion with Milagro was awkward. Why wouldn’t it be awkward? She caught her brother and best friend having sex behind her back. The three of you awkwardly surrounded the small kitchen island, all remaining silent.

“When did this sneaky scandal begin?” That was her first question.

You answered, quickly calculating the time frame. “About two months ago.”

“Are you happy?” She cringes, even at her own words.

“It just happened, Milagro. He was the right guy at the right place and time.” You held her hand, “Please don’t be mad, Millie.”

“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”

Your perisan white cat Mimi jumps on the kitchen counter, and walks over to you, her fluffy tail high in the air and meows in your arms when you pick her up.

“So, are we good, Mil?” You nudge her. “All water under the bridge and shit!”

“Of course, we’re good, (Y/N).” Milagro assures you before gesturing over to her brother, “But out of all people, why my idiotic brother? You could do so much better.”

“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.”

“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.”

Jaime began to argue until you interrupted him. “Guys, we’re getting off track here.”

“Were you guys drunk….when you two first slept with each other,” Your best friend grimaces in horror, shaking her head as she struggles to her words out. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Is this friends with benefits thing going anywhere?”

“I don’t feel comfortable discussing my sex life with my sister.”

“Well, you’re sleeping with my best friend so I’m required to know where this relationship is going.”

“That’s none of your business, that’s between me and (Y/N).” He finalizes. Mimi gestures over to Jaime, wanting to escape from your hands and into his. You scoff at her sudden switch-up, knowing that she was often clingy with you, barely paying attention to Jaime when he came over.

Mimi curls up into Jaime’s arm and he pets her.

“You know for friends with benefits, you two sure act like a couple.”

“What? Where did you get that idea from?”

“Oh come on, even Nana knew before you two idiots.” Milagro rolled her eyes, “She said; ‘There’s nothing like love at first sight, and your best friend and brother are no different to that infamous saying.’ She mimics her grandmother’s words.

“Wait, Is that why mami and papi were acting so weird with me whenever (Y/N) came to visit?”

“Everyone else knew except the two of you.” You stared at Jaime, unable to decipher his thoughts behind his eyes.

Was it true? Were you and Jaime so oblivious that neither of you noticed when other people started to discover the tension between you two? Did Jaime have feelings for you? If so, you were anxiously waiting for his reaction, hoping that you might have the possibility of becoming a couple.

Milagro’s voice broke you from your train of thought. “Don’t make no babies!” Those were her last words before the door slammed shut.

Dreaded silence lingered around the whole apartment as you thought of what to say.

Luckily, Jaime beat you to it and spoke first. “It was true...what I said earlier.” He hesitates.

Mimi jumps out of Jaime’s hold, and scurries off into the living room on a couch, wanting to escape from this current love confession.

“When you said that it was always me, not any other girl. That you’ll always choose me over any girl.” You clarify, recalling his words from doing extracurricular activities with him earlier.

“Yes, all of that is true. I do have feelings for you, (Y/N). I know we made a pact to remain strictly sexual and nothing beyond that but…I’m breaking it because I’m in love with you.”

“I feel the same way,” You whisper, leaning your foreheads together as you caress his face gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. A smile overtook his face, overjoyed at the reciprocated feelings.

You giggled at him when he picked you up, lifting your feet off the ground as you held him tightly. He spun you around, hearing your marvelous laughter erupt from your mouth, and stopped to give you a wholesome kiss.

“You’re free to back out now because there’s no going back anymore once I have you.”

“Oh no, pretty boy, I have no second thoughts, and neither should you. I’m in it for the long haul, all of you.”

A smirk appears on his face, “All of me?”

You quirk an eyebrow, immediately catching on to your unintentional seductive innuendo.

“Don’t push it.” You peck his lips.

“And you better not be holding out on my well-deserved kisses.” He quips, caressing your face as you gaze into his eyes. The boy puckered his lips, “Now I know that you can do better than that.”

You chuckle in amusement at his humor, sending him a thoughtful intimate kiss, as if you were pouring all of your love and affection into it. This time his lips are soft, melting onto your plump brown ones.

When you pull away from him, he gives you a dumbfounded expression, hazy from the powerful kiss.

“Oh yeah, I could certainly get used to this.” He nods, beaming when you pull him in for another kiss.

“Red’s definitely your color.” He says referring to your shade of lipstick as he disconnected your lips. Little does he know that he’s sharing the same faint lipstick on his mouth…and certain parts of his body. “I don’t know why you don’t wear it more often.”

“Because I’m working most of the time, Reyes.”

“Yeah, but when you’re off work, it’s a different story. You should absolutely wear red lipstick occasionally, you look even sexier in red.” You narrowed your eyes at him, urging him to elaborate, noticing his shyness replacing confidence. “Not that you need makeup to look sexier. I was just— meant to say that you do whatever you want to do.”

“Well, I do know that I look sexy in red, Jaime.” You tease him. “But I think that you prefer me with nothing at all. Just all natural, isn’t that right?” Although he grew used to your confidence, you still rendered him clueless and flustered at times.

Mimi brushes against your legs, making her presence known again, causing you to pull away from Jaime. Picking her up gently, she meowed in affection.

“You also have a stepdaughter now.” You held up Mimi excitedly, waving your medium-sized cat in front of your boyfriend.

He laughs as Mimi reaches out for Jaime. Your cat cuddles into his embrace and lounges her body all over him.

“Kiss-ass,” You mutter folding your arms, avoiding eye contact with either of them, hating that your boyfriend’s attention is already being stolen away by your cat, “Just so you know, I’m not fighting with my daughter over my boyfriend.”

With Mimi comfortably adjusted on his left arm, he stretches his other arm across your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You have to crane your neck just to look up at him because he is almost nearly 6 feet tall.

“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” He places a kiss on your temple, content when you snuggle into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The cat cuddling Jaime screeches in betrayal, seemingly understanding the different language.

“Apparently, Mimi understands Spanish as well.” He jokes, looking down at the cat, whose eyes narrow down in annoyance and disappointment. Attempting to bring up Mimi’s mood, he scratches her head and kisses her on the head as well. The persian cat purrs lovingly in response as she rests her head on his chest.

You swoon over the wholesome interaction between your boyfriend and your dear cat.

“I love you, mi vida.” He kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Perhaps some rules were made to be broken, exploring the boundaries and the depth of the type of relationship. Either way, you finally had Jaime and you were never letting go of him. Hopefully, your new healthy relationship will transpire into a long-term relationship, full of mutual respect, admiration, and most importantly, communication. He was determined to make him the best boyfriend that you dated.

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© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[its-time-to-write]

What about Jaime liking someone who works at/owns a flower shop so he keeps making excuses to come in and get flowers? Richmond is real confused about why he’s giving away so many bouquets all of the sudden

(Ps I love love love your work! I’ve got it so I get an alert whenever you post because of how much I love it!)

this one turned out SO CUTE I hope you like it!

wishing on every one

You know you’re fucked as soon as he walks through the door of your shop. 

Then he tells you he’s looking for flowers for his mum who’s visiting him for the first time, and you know you’re extra fucked. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous, especially in the soft light streaming through your flower shop windows, framed by the vibrant hues of the plants lining the shelves.

Then he says, “I’m Jamie,” peers at your name tag, and tells you that you have a lovely name. You’re blushing the entire time you lead him around the shop, answering each one of his questions as best you can without stuttering. He cracks jokes, picks out a nice bunch, and leaves you one flower for yourself on his way out. 

And then, the next week, he comes back. 

Jamie Tartt, AFC Richmond’s star footballer, comes back to your shop and flirts with you again. 

Of course you know who he his, you knew the moment he stepped through the door. You live in Richmond after all, and you agree with the great Dani Rojas that here, football is life. It’s just hard to believe that your favorite footballer is back in your tiny little store and maybe sort of kinda definitely flirting with you.

You don’t let it get to your head (much). It’s Jamie Tartt, you’ve seen him on Lust Conquers All. To him, flirting is like breathing. You also don’t tell anyone, although you feel like you’re bursting inside. Your flat mate notes that you’re smiling more and that you always seem to be humming, and could you please maybe be careful when you’re skipping around because she just mopped the floor and doesn’t want you to slip. 

But Jamie Tartt keeps coming back; first once a week, then twice, then about every other day. He follows you around as you help him choose flowers for all kinds of occasions, and then he’a gone again, leaving you to wonder which time will be the last. 

—

At Nelson Road, things are in chaos. 

Ok, maybe chaos is too strong a word. Things are… out of the ordinary. 

Well, but things have been out of the ordinary ever since Ted Lasso showed up. 

Things are… weird. Yeah, that’s a good word. They’re weird. And “they,” refers to Jamie. 

It starts off simple enough. It's Sam’s birthday, so Jamie shows up with some flowers. He heard Sam say they were his favorites, so it makes sense that he’d bring them. No one notices anything. 

The next week, he’s brought some for Ms. Welton. 

“It’s for all the shit you do that we don’t know about,” he explains. “Didn’t want you to think we didn’t notice.”

Rebecca doesn’t comment on the double negative, just smiles and says, “Thank you, Jamie,” as Keeley sits forward on the couch in a slight state of shock. The Jamie she was with had never done something like that for her romantically, and here he is doing it platonically. Holy shit, he really has changed. 

Rebecca also doesn’t take the flowers to mean something they don’t. She knows that the team looks to her with the same respect they would afford an older sister or even a mother (although she is not old enough). Strangely, she doesn’t mind. It makes her feel loved in a way she’s unused to, and the flowers from Jamie hang upside down on her wall so they can be immortalized. 

Barely a week after that, he’s gotten some for Keeley. “It’s to make up for the ones I never got you,” he tells her. They’re all bright pink with fluffy petals. Keeley wraps her arms around Jamie with a squeal of delight. Roy grunts angrily, so Jamie pulls out a bunch of dark red and black flowers. “Didn’t leave you out, grandad,” he grins as Roy pretends to hate the bouquet. But even he isn’t cold-hearted enough to hate flowers.

Suddenly, people are getting flowers every other day. It’s become Jamie’s thing. Ted gets some sunflowers when he seems like he’s missing home a little extra. Will gets a bunch of sweet-smelling flowers that Jamie doesn’t know the name of, but he knows that purple one’s lavender because he remembers how you told him it reminded you of growing up. Dani gets a bundle of tulips and it almost makes him pass out from excitement, but luckily Isaac is there to catch him. 

Dani is firmly seated on the bench in the locker room and Jan Maas has removed all tulips except one, and now Isaac has the chance to turn to Jamie and ask the question that’s on everyone’s mind. 

“What gives, bruv?”

Those three words make Jamie turn bright red, but he shrugs it off with a laugh. 

“What, can’t get me best mates flowers?”

“It is a little better than the PS5s,” Richard says. There’s a chorus of agreement, much to the surprise of Coach Beard. 

Jamie thinks he’s in the clear and his face isn’t red anymore but then Dani says, “Jamie Tartt, why did you decide to give us flowers and not some other expensive gaming device?” and Jamie knows he’s completely and utterly fucked. He did not think this far. He has no excuse, no lie, so what comes out of his mouth is, “The flower shop girl’s fit,” and then the locker room completely descends into chaos. 

The boys are firing questions at Jamie faster than he can even understand them, and Ted’s just laughing at the pure pandemonium. He remembers similar moments when coaching other football teams, American ones, and the good feeling that comes along with “boys being boys,” in the way the phrase was originally intended. 

All pertinent information is successfully extracted from Jamie before the team heads home, except your name and which flower shop it is. Colin says that’s the most important bit, but Jamie refuses to tell them more than the fact that your laugh makes the sun shine brighter. Isaac nods thoughtfully and Roy shakes his head, but it’s with a fondness he reserves only for his team. 

It could be any shop, really. There are conversations across the parking lot of the best way to figure out which one it is and Jamie’s getting nervous when he hears Ted’s voice call his name.

He turns, and Ted hurries over to where Jamie’s car is parked. 

He carefully places a hand on Jamie’s shoulder (softly, unlike the crushing grip of his father) and looks Jamie straight in the eye. 

“Jamie, life’s too short to beat around the bush. You like her. I think it would be best if you rose to the occasion and just asked her out. I be-leaf in you, son. You just gotta get clover it and do what you gotta do.”

Jamie doesn’t pick on the flower puns until about the third one. He’s laughing a little bit and Ted is too, all while regarding Jamie with a soft look that Jamie always wished his father would give him. Ted pulls Jamie in for a hug and says, “In all seriousness man, we’re rooting for you.” 

Jamie gives him a look, which makes Ted hold up his hands in defense. “Alright, alright, I’m done,” he says. “For now.” Then he winks and headed to meet Coach Beard. 

—

It’s the middle of the afternoon when the bell on your door jingles, and you look up from the register hoping to see Jamie. 

Instead, you see a middle-aged man with a mustache smiling at you. 

He says, “Howdy,” in a way that is so very American, that you can’t help but break into a wide smile. 

“Hi!” you reply, “How can I help you?”

“My name’s Ted Lasso,” he says walking toward you. “I coach football here in Richmond.”

You’re still grinning. “I know who you are, Coach Lasso. I’m a big Richmond supporter. Have been since I was a kid.”

“Just Ted is fine,” says Just Ted. “I usually don’t like to introduce myself along with my job title because it makes me seem all uppity, but I thought it might make more sense if I did.”

You scrunch your nose in confusion so Ted says, “You were expecting to see Jamie today, is that right?”

You nod. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Jamie’s coach is in your flower shop and he knows that you like him and he’s probably going to tell you you can never see Jamie again because that’s the only logical reason he’s here, right? Maybe Jamie’s been skipping practice to be here with you and that all has to end now because football is life and you of all people should know that. Shit. 

Ted must be able to see the panic on your face because he shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry darlin’, it ain’t anything bad. I’m only here to let you know that boy’s got it down bad for you.”

Wait, what?

“Oh,” you reply. 

“Yeah, oh,” Ted chuckles. “Why’d you think he was here all the time?”

“I- I don’t know,” you say. “He flirts with everyone. I’m nothing extra special.”

Ted shakes his head again. “There’s where you’re wrong. You’re somethin’ extra special. Did you know I found you based on the way Jamie talked about you alone? He didn’t even give your name, but I’ve been in here once or twice myself and I must say, he was right when he said the sun shines a little brighter when you smile. I figured it had to be you the moment he said that.”

You’re smiling again. Jamie said that about you? To his coach?

Ted’s talking again. “Listen,” he says, a little more serious, “Jamie’s like a son to me. And sometimes dads need to give their sons a little push so they can get rid of their training wheels and just go for it, you know what I mean?” 

You’re at a loss but Ted just grins. “I got here exactly three minutes before the boys take a break for lunch, which means that Jamie should be in here-” the bell at the door jingles “-right about now.”

“Coach?” Jamie asks, looking very adorable and very confused. “What’re you doing here?”

Ted shrugs. “Sometimes dads gotta take things into their own hands. Give you a little extra boost, as it were. Figured you’d be in here forever before you got the guts to make a move and by then Nelson Road would be completely overrun by flowers. Not that that’s a bad thing,” he says with a glance to you. “Anyway. I’ll be on my merry little way. Beard’s saving me a seat at our favorite lunch spot.”

Ted waves a two finger goodbye and pats Jamie on the shoulder as he heads out the door, bell ringing behind him. 

“So,” you say, making your way around the counter over to Jamie. 

“So…” he replies, looking down at you. 

You take his hand. “Heard from a reliable source that you have a crush on me.”

Jamie grins. “Ain’t a crush babe, I’m a grown lad.  Think it’s somethin’ a little more real.”

“Uh huh,” you say, smiling back at him. “Well it just so happens that I also have a crush on you as well as a thirty-minute lunch break that starts right about now…”

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

OMG😵‍💫 LITERALLY TRYING TO KILL ME… could u do a 5, 16, and 29 for your kinktober masterlist with sirius and remus… im actually going insane rn but anyways hope ur doing well and remember to take a break🪩 thank youuuu beautiful writer

5: first time   16: threesome   29: anal

my. god. seems like you want to kill me! this is one i'd been thinking about trying for so long actually...

okay, so i started writing it, and was going to write a brief lead up, and ended up writing too much. so. i'm posting that here now as a kind of prologue since i'm itching to get something out there and people seem to prefer shorter bits. then i'll write the proper request tonight and link it here when i post later today or tomorrow

UPDATE: link to the actual smut fic

(thank you for requesting! so so love to hear from you🫶)

so to start:

pre- remus x sirius x reader

word count: 1.4k

Prologue

It was for the best, you’d all decided. 

“We’ll all still be friends no matter who you choose,” they’d both said when months of sexual tension and emotional turmoil had finally climaxed in a conversation. 

Sirius and Remus: your two best friends in the entire world. Jaime, too, but it was different. He’d been quite preoccupied lately since getting together with Lily, and he was the only one you saw in a brotherly way. Sirius and Remus, your two best friends in the entire world… well… your feelings for them were less sisterly. 

And, it so happened, they felt the same. Both of them. 

The attraction, the affection, it had all finally become too much, had begun to strain the friendship. And since protecting the friendship was the purported reason none of you were acting on your feelings, you’d finally had that colossally awkward conversation. 

Their proposal: you choose. That way at least two out of the three of you get what you want, and the other can start trying to get over it; all three of you promise to prioritize your friendship even if it takes some readjustment. 

Your response: you couldn’t. You loved them both too much to hurt either of them or, honestly, to even be able to make the choice. 

So, you’d all agreed, it was for the best if you continued as you were. At least now things were out in the open, relieving some angst, some awkwardness. 

Open conversation had done nothing to relieve your feelings, however, and not just the fluffy ones. Those, at least, you could still indulge with your best friends. You could laugh together and talk and go out and even snuggle up on cold nights. But your lust for your boys you could not indulge, and in the pit of your stomach — and a bit lower — it grew and grew. 

Some nights, it became just a bit too much, and you’d opt for a bit of… personal time. You’d touch yourself to the thought of them; one suddenly swapped for the other in your fantasies then back again and so on, not even your mind ever picking a preference.

You have plans with them later but are at their empty flat quite early. They have more space than you, so it’s not uncommon for you to hang out here without them. They’ve even given you a key. 

James is out with Lily, and Remus and Sirius are out on some errand, hunting for some part for Sirius’s motorbike or something. You hadn’t paid too much attention, to be honest, just knew they’d be home in — you check the clock — a couple of hours. 

Enjoying the peace, you read a while, snuggled up on their sofa, Remus’s big, fluffy blanket too inviting to ignore. You stretch out our legs and hear something fall onto the floor. Looking over, you see you’ve knocked over Sirius’s favourite leather jacket. Picking it up, feeling its familiar texture in your hands, in the privacy of your solitude, you bring it up close and inhale. It smells so distinctly of him, and Sirius’s scent has always intoxicated you. 

At the thought of his arms wrapped around you when he’s wearing this jacket, you get a bit warm. You shift Remus’s blanket partly off of yourself, but rather than cool you down, this gets you thinking about his arms around you the many times you’ve shared this blanket. The way his body feels up against yours. The way he’ll often pull your legs on his lap. The way Sirius will come complaining about him hogging the blanket — and you — and sit on the other side of you, resting his head on your shoulder. His long, raven locks tickling your neck. 

Before you realize you’ve really decided to do this, you’ve slithered your body prone; your hand has slipped into your trousers; your eyes have fluttered closed, and your mind is reeling at the thought of them, one on either side of you, doing more than snuggling.

I can be quick, you think. They’re not meant to be back for ages anyway, and I can’t very well hang out with them when I’m already all flustered.

A minute later, your trousers are partly off, and you’re properly touching yourself, completely absorbed in the textures, the smells, the fantasies of the jacket, the blanket, the boys they belong to, the boys whose bodies you want all over yours, the boys whose key you don’t hear because you’re so caught up.

As the door flies open, so do your eyes, and they meet each of theirs in turn, both sets wide and starting. You yank your pants up and pull yourself together, jumping off the sofa.

A mess, your voice is raspy when you say, “I thought you weren’t going to be home till later.” 

A beat. They’re both still staring at you, their mouths agape, their feet seemingly glued to the entrance.

Then Remus awkwardly clears his throat. 

“Um,” cough, “yeah. Bloke canceled. Didn’t have the part.”

“Were you just touching yourself?” pipes up Sirius before Remus is even through with his short explanation. 

“I…” You’re mortified. “I’m sorry! Fuck. I thought I had the place to myself for a while! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” You cover your burning face with your hands. “Ohmygod ohmygod. Please, is there any chance we can just forget this happened?” you plead. 

“Fat chance,” Sirius barks, and you glare at him. “Okay, okay,” he yields, hands up, “We can pretend.” He smirks.

“Pretend what, arsehole?” you say.

He opens his mouth to respond, but Remus cuts him off, saying “— that we didn’t see anything…” Even he is struggling to choke back a laugh as he pats Sirius on the shoulder and adds, “Right, mate?”

Sirius, sarcastic seriousness smeared across his features, just nods. 

“Oh my god,” you say again, seemingly having forgotten the rest of your vocabulary, shaking your head at the situation and plopping back down onto the sofa, face back in your hands. 

They come over, laughing now but comfortingly, and sit on either side of you. Sirius’s arm comes around you, and Remus’s hands take yours and pull them off your face. Surprising you, Sirius is the first to speak. 

“It’s fine, love,” he chuckles. “Honestly.” He rocks you back and forth a bit. 

“It’s not like either of us haven’t had a wank on this sofa.” 

“On the sofa??” Remus retorts. “Your room is right there for fuck’s sake.” 

“Alright, I stand corrected,” Sirius continues, completely unfazed, “It’s not like either of us haven’t had a wank in this flat.” He laughs again, and Remus scoffs, shaking his head, but can’t help but also chuckle. 

“Okay, okay,” you rush, not wanting to start thinking about them wanking, “Can we please talk about something else before I die of embarrassment?”

They agree and let up, and you turn on the telly, desperate for some distraction. The three of you start watching, and after a few tense minutes, you attempt some casual conversation, asking about their days and such. They answer, but the strange mood never quite seems to dissipate. There’s a charge in the air that mere time is no match for. 

You flip the channel and, to your horror, are met with a couple kissing passionately. You turn it off, much too quickly to be at all subtle. You shift slightly in your seat in between them. They’re both much tenser than usual, keeping more distance than usual but somehow pretending not to with an awkward graze here or there. Sirius is squirmy; Remus is too still. 

“How about some music?” you try, getting up and beelining for their record collection and putting something on. 

Realizing it will be even weirder to sit somewhere else, which you never do, you sit back down between them. 

Except for the music: silence. 

Until Sirius whispers, his voice gruff, “So who were you thinking about?”

Your head whips toward him, and you’re met with an expression you’ll never be able to erase from your mind. His stormy grey eyes are blown almost fully black and slightly hidden under heavy lids. His mouth is slightly open, but at seeing your face, his eyes scanning your features, he bites his lower lip. There’s lust in every feature, certainly, but there’s desperation too.

You turn toward Remus. He looks equally wrecked. 

His eyebrows furrow, and you’re unsure whether that’s meant in question to Sirius’s query. 

You look back and forth between the two men, the air around you heavy and electric. 

“Honestly?”

They both nod. 

“Both of you…” you confess.

continued in this smut fic

[ao3sbatfamily]

OKAY I HAVE TWO RECS THIS TIME!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23755261/chapters/57054907

This one was just kinda fluffy and made me happy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54620467/chapters/138404701

And I dunno if you take Peter in Gotham fics but this one has the potential level to be the same as dark matter and Omwberbjwnwb

Also, drink some water. And maybe get a snack, and also remember that we (me) appreciate you <3

:D

wheeze superman is single-handedly responsible for rumors about the bats.

'Alcatraz, But On Hardmode' by SunnyBlue

“Of course he’s my brother? We don’t try to hide that at all, guys.”

Assuming he’s gesturing at Jaime and La’gaan, Tim forces himself not to shrug and just lets his lip curl further. “I dunno, dude, I assumed it was common knowledge. We got the same… uh, same logo and everything?”

“I always thought you guys just had the same mentor, so you were like, rivals,” La’gaan says, and damn, it actually makes a lot of sense that he’d think that, knowing him and his tendency to compete with everyone. 

Jaime speaks with a frown in his voice. “Uh… I always thought you had the same mentor and that made me think you were friends. Y’know?” And that makes sense, too, because Jaime calls his closest friends hermano, and he treats them like that, too.

“I knew you were brothers,” Bart says quickly, and that makes sense because that’s the way he does everything, “But I kinda cheated, y’know?”

I do take MarvelxDC crossovers. I just try to limit the amount. This one is friggen brilliant. 200,000 words, frequent long updates, 99% Peter giving bats a heart attack, a dream come true.

'Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can)' by alighterwood and ErinWantsToWrite

One of the authors: @theonlyrealerin

“I’ll- I’ll shoot you if you don’t drop that.” He gestures to the other gun in Peter’s hand. The man with the broken wrist groans, hissing under his breath as he backs away from the counter.

“Damn kid broke my fucking wrist!”

You kinda deserved it.

“Then shoot me.”

A heavy silence follows, sitting in the air like a gunshot. The gunman’s breath shakes, licking his lips nervously as he brandishes the gun at Peter. “I’m being serious!”

“Shoot me.” Peter repeats. “…Unless you can’t.”

“I-I…” Lanky glances at his friend, boss, whatever the other is to him. “I-”

[tinkerbelle05]

~Pretty in Pink~

Characters:Jaime Reyes x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluffy

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the request, and I am so, so sorry this is late! 🎀

Request: Can you write a Jaime Reyes fic where he has a bimbo gf. Like she's just so bubbly, pink, soft, ykyk but she has like no filter and is a little on the slow side. I just wonder what their relationship would be like. She'd totally leave her hyperfeminine stuff at his place and his sister would just tease the living hell outta him! That would literally be so cute! Thnx pookie!

Warnings: Slight suggestive things but nothin too crazy

Jaime’s Bimbo GF

You two met while he was on campus. He saw you at some event, welcoming the freshman or something like that. He couldn’t remember, but he remembered you. Decked out in everything pink, you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He wanted to talk to you. To introduce himself to you. To get to know you.

He was positive there was a beautiful soul underneath that beautiful face.

And he was right.

You were kind, funny, smart. And so much more. Though, you had a nasty habit of saying things that first came to your mind.

You’d have Jaime laughing with the observations (at times verging on insults) you’d give to people.

“Why his butt out like that? Dude can afford Jordan’s but not a belt?”

And…

“I don’t get people that go bare face but have a 10 inch lashes on? If your gonna do all of that, then at least but some blush on. Some lipgloss at least, jeez.”

At times, you don’t understand that you are being rude or mean. To you, you were just pointing out the obvious.

Speaking of makeup though…

You wore it. Lots of it. Of course you’d be wearing pink but you would switch it up. Though the color would always be bright and colorful. You weren’t a pastel type of gal.

You would force Jaime to be your personal bag carrier when you go on shopping sprees to the mall. His limit was 5 bags per hand, even when you begged. He cheered you up with some boba and ice cream though.

Eventually, most of your stuff was in his room. Your scattered clothes in his dorm room and your make up items all over his dresser and bathroom counter.

And obviously this habit of yours carried over to when you and Jaime went home for spring break. It was a pleasant surprise that the both of you lived in the same state, nevermind the same city.

Which leads to…

“Jaime Reyes, get here right now!” Jaime heard his mother, Bianca yell at him.

Jaime ran over to his mother fast, the urgency in her voice had him thinking the worst; maybe there was a spider or a robber

Or…

A pair of lacy pink panties she held in the air. At the sight of the panties, Jaime froze in his place.

His speechlessness didn’t faze his mother at all as she gazed sternly at him, “Explain. Now.”

After an hour of interrogation, Bianca demands to meet you. Your charming personality and softness was welcomed, especially since she was fearing the worst when she saw the lacy underwear.

His family loves you, and you were a permanent figure in their household l. Spending holidays with them and hanging out in general.

But back to you and Jaime tho…

He’ll let you put make up on him. Just ONCE. And there could be no photos or anything. These were the terms you two agreed upon after you begged and nagged him for months about it.

Somehow though, Milagro managed to somehow take a picture (Jaime thinks it’s her evil sister powers) and now she will never let him forget it.

Even when he thinks that she had forgotten all about it, she’ll stare at him and say, “You looked so cute with that blush. What was its name again?”

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Those golden lions💛❤✨

bonus smiling young tywin

also bonus "JAIME WTF??"

lots of fluffy golden hair

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Mysterious Boyfriend - Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Title: Mysterious Boyfriend

Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sarah OC, Lucas OC, and Jaime OC

WC: 2,768

Warnings: Reader is drunk, alcohol, mentions of throwing up (no throwing up happens), teasing, cursing, nicknames, and fluff

You let out an infectious laugh as you walked back over to the table with your friends, setting down another round of drinks and food. Sitting down on the leather bench, you let out another giggle, your head feeling light and fluffy. Reaching out, you tried to grab your vodka cherry, but your best friend quickly pulled it from your reach, making you pout. Your friend, Sarah, gave you a look, gesturing to you with an extra hand. 

"Nuh, uh, sweetheart." She spoke over the loud, bumping music, "You're already super drunk, don't want you throwing up anytime soon."

"No fair," You muttered, stuffing your mouth with the greasy bowl of fries in front of you, "I am not that drunk."

Your second friend in attendance, Lucas, only rolled his eyes, giving you the same look Sarah had given you, "You are drunk. You had like... Four shots."

You threw your hands up in the air, "What!? I want to have fun tonight! I haven't been out to a bar in ages!" You exclaimed, waving your arms around for emphasis. 

Jaime smirked at your response, resting her chin on her hand that was propped up against the table, "Yeah, you've been so busy traveling with that mysterious boyfriend of yours." She teased, winking at you before taking a sip of her beer.

Lucas only shook his head, mimicking Jaime's position; resting his chin on his open palm, "Yeah, that's right... When are we going to meet this mystery man of yours?"

You sputtered out a nervous laugh, brushing your hair out of the way, "I don't know guys..." You trailed off, shaking your head, "What have you three been up to anyway?" You tried to change the topic, but your friends weren’t having it.

Sarah quickly let out a full-blown cackle, her head falling back before she shook her head at you, "Oh, hell no! You have to tell us about him! It's been what? A year that you've been together?"

You nodded, taking a few bites of your burger before responding, "Yeah… A little bit over a year." You sighed out.

Lucas frowned at your expression, as did your other two friends, "Why don't you talk about him ever? I mean, I think I say this for everyone but you don't have to tell us anything that you're not comfortable with... We are just curious-"

"Super curious, mind you," Sarah interrupted. 

Lucas stole a fry from Sarah's bowl in retaliation before continuing, "A lot of people are... Uh, secretive? Is that the right word? About their relationships. So, we totally understand if you don't want to tell us everything."

You chewed thoughtfully, sobering up a bit at his words, "Thank you, for the consideration. It's not that I don't want to tell you guys anything..." You let out a small chuckle, shrugging a shoulder, "I guess I'm still in that 'I can't believe this is real' stage..."

Jaime sighed dreamily at your words, "He must be amazing then."

You nodded, smiling at the thought of him, "Yeah, he is."

"Well, what's his name anyway?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her coke, "So we don't have to call him the 'mysterious boyfriend.'"

You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, quickly thinking, "Uh, his- his name is John... John Smith." You answered, remembering the fake name that he used when needed in your - sometimes rather dangerous - adventures. 

Sarah, Lucas, and Jaime all looked at you with such curiosity and excitement, Sarah slapped the palms of her hands on the table, "What does he do? He's got to have a lot of money to be able to take you overseas and everything." She asked so enthusiastically, that she shifted in her seat, unable to sit still. “I mean, you’re always somewhere!”

You laughed quietly, "Yeah, he's a doctor."

"A doctor!" Jaime exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward, "Really? What kind of doctor!?"

"Doctor of medicine." You smiled lightly at their reactions, though, on the inside you were panicking slightly, "His specialty is medical regeneration." You told them, holding back the cheeky grin at your little joke to yourself.

Their reactions were almost instantaneous, "Where has he taken you? France? Italy?" Lucas then asked, eating more of his fries and taking a sip of his own drink, "I bet he's a romantic, taking you to all the wonders of the world." He muttered thoughtfully.

‘Through the universe and time, more like it.’ You thought as you nodded, grabbing a fry, "He says he hates that romance stuff, but he really is a pretty romantic guy… And he's taken me practically everywhere. In fact..," You trailed off, gesturing to the necklace around your neck, "I got this on one of our trips recently. In France. He gave it to me. But that was after he took me to see a concert that I was dying to see."

The necklace in question was a gift from the Doctor when he had taken you back to 1950 France, giving you the Dior necklace only a couple of years after the jewelry company was invented. And that was right after traveling to 1970 England to see Queen live for their first performance at Truro City Hall. Which was amazing, as you fully expected. 

Jaime dreamily sighed again, her eyes drooping slightly as she mentally daydreamed, "I wish I had a cute partner that would give me things..." She trailed off before her eyes widened and she stared at you, "He is cute, right?" She asked, and you scoffed, waving a hand at her as if her question was ridiculous... Which it was.

You shook your head, a bright smile appearing on your lips, "Oh, don't get me started! He's gorgeous! Dark brown hair, always sticking out at odd angles no matter how many times he tries to fix it. Dark brown eyes that I can't help but fall into every time I see or look at him..." Your voice rose into the falsetto pitch, your cheeks growing warm as you spoke. "And those dimples... Oh, gosh, and that smile..." You said, covering your burning cheeks with your hands, groaning softly, "His smile makes my heart stop..."

"He sounds wonderful, and handsome..." Lucus spoke, laughing lightly as you gushed over your man. "But, uh, he does treat you right, right?" He asked and you sputtered out another laugh, tossing a fry into your mouth.

"Is that even a question? He's perfect! Such a gentleman... Always opening doors for me... He's funny, always making me laugh. He's so smug, but in a cute way, and he's playful." You paused for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, remembering the time he took you to a planet that was covered in a purple substance that was very similar to snow. You had both just played in that snow, making purple snowmen, and starting purple snowball fights which ended up with the both of you holding hands as you lay on the cold ground, laughing softly up at the pink sky. Your memories seemed to play in your mind like a slideshow, making your bright smile soften into one of admiration, "He can be serious too. And so protective. Always putting my safety first..." You whispered, staring off into space as you reminisced. “And he listens to me, gives me advice…”

"That's nice." Sarah spoke, placing a soft hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze, "He does sound wonderful. You must really love him."

"Love him?" Jaime spoke up with a small laugh, gesturing to you, "She's head over heels, whipped, smitten!" She spoke, pointing her finger at you mockingly, and you stuck your tongue out at her.

Finishing the rest of your fries, you glanced back up at your friends, "Who knows, you might be lucky enough to meet him tonight. He's picking me up in an hour." You shrugged, standing up from your booth, "And so before I have to go... Let's dance!"

For the next handful of minutes, you danced with your three friends, jumping up and down to the music that played loudly over the sound speakers! You let yourself get lost in the music, feeling as if all your problems and the world around you seemed to disappear into the background as you danced with your friends in the middle of the dancefloor. It was nice to just hang out with your friends. It had been over three months since you had seen them, and you had missed them dearly. It was nice to take a break from traveling, especially if it meant having your old group of friends there with you.

As the night began to wind down, you leaned against Jaime, arms looped with hers as you walked out of the bar with Lucas and Sarah. You let out another laugh, still feeling a bit drunk, having snuck one more drink and a glass of water. You were mumbling a song that had been playing at the bar, almost stumbling over your own two feet.

"Dude, we should not have let her have that watermelon Jack Daniels," Jaime laughed, pulling you closer to her, "She's probably gonna end up being super ew tomorrow." She teased, poking you lightly in the side, making you burst out in giggles once more.

Lucas shook his head at the both of you, "Yeah, she's gonna have one killer headache in the morning. That’s for sure." He laughed along as you continued to giggle. “I mean, can’t blame her, I might have one too.”

Sarah hummed, fiddling with the keys in her hands, being the driver since she only had one beer over an hour ago. "Where is this handsome, doctor boyfriend of yours, anyway, sugar?" She asked, looking around them, the city lights illuminating the street and sidewalk enough for everyone to easily see. 

Leaning your cheek on Jaime's shoulder, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, flipping it open. "He should be here soon." And right before any of your friends could say anything more, your eyes widened with such joy when you noticed the Doctor walking down the sidewalk towards you; looking as handsome as ever in his usual attire. "Hey, honey!" You waved excitedly at him.

Your friends turned their heads, Jaime's jaw dropping at the sight of the Doctor making his way over. You shimmied out of her arms before falling into the Doctor's arms instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin, but strong, body. "Hello there, love." His arms automatically wrapped securely around your waist, instantly taking note of how intoxicated you were. 

Suddenly, you pulled back, tugging on his arm, and pulling him over to your awaiting friends, "Guys! This is my boyfriend!" You giggled, leaning against the Doctor's side as you looked up at him with such adoration in your eyes.

Sarah immediately offered her hand, "It is so nice to finally meet you!" She said as he shook the Doctor's hand, who gave her a pleasant but slightly awkward smile.

Lucas was next, shaking the Doctor's hand with a grin, "Nice to meet you, man. She wouldn't stop talking about you once we got her going. Impressive profession, I must say, my mother's a doctor as well."

Immediately after shaking Lucas's hand, Jaime introduced herself, "Break her heart, I will crush your soul," She lightly threatened, smiling innocently as the Doctor let out a small chuckle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all-" His sentence was interrupted slightly when Jaime gasped, tugging on Sarah's arm with wide eyes.

"He's British!" She whisper-yelled, making you laugh again, "You never told us he had an accent!"

You nuzzled your cheek into the Doctor's arm as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "English accent, but yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that..." Doctor just stood back and watched everything happen, a small grin on his face as he watched you and your friends interact. 

"You're killing us, Y/N/N," Lucas said, raising a hand to his heart, "You better give us all the tea next time we hang out." He pointed at you before gesturing back to the car a few steps away, "Well, we'll let you go. I got to work in the morning. It was nice meeting you, Doc." He spoke, saluting you both before looping his arm with Jaime's.

"Yeah, meeting you was awesome!" Sarah spoke, waving to the both of you as she walked backward to her car, "See you soon, girl! Call me!"

You waved back to your friends, "See you guys! Love you!"

As they got in the car, you watched with the Doctor as they drove away. Once they were pretty far down the road, you turned and looked up at the Doctor, "Hi..." You greeted him softly, a smile bright on your face as he leaned down to your height, giving you a kiss to the middle of your forehead.

"Hello, darling. Are you ready to go home?" The Doctor smiled, grabbing your hand in his as he led down the sidewalk towards where he parked the TARDIS.

"Yup!" You chimed happily, "Home sweet home." You let out another laugh, squeezing his hand as you walked up to the TARDIS door.

When the Doctor opened the door for you, he stepped inside, helping you slip your shoes off, and then helped you slip out of your jacket, tossing it to hang over a railing. Turning back to you, he paused to watch you spin around the TARDIS's console, humming some other song. A small, fond smile graced his lips, watching as you danced around, a happy look on your face. You looked beautiful - in every sense of the word; your hair flowing around you as you moved around the console in your party attire; the lights of the TARDIS making you look angelic. 

You spun, landing perfectly in front of him, looking up at him with shining shimmering eyes. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his chest as he held your waist gently. "Did you have fun with your friends tonight?" He asked softly, swaying you both side to side.

"Yeah..." You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, "I missed you though..." You murmured softly, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed in his strong embrace, "You should hang out with us next time." You stated, pouting cutely up at him before your expression immediately changed, your eyes brightening as a thought popped into your head, "Oh! We should have ice cream!"

"I would love to join you next time, love," He spoke, lifting his hand from your waist to run it through your hair, brushing strands from your face and behind your ears, "But, right now... We should get you to bed." He spoke, kissing the top of your head before guiding you out of the console room.

"Alright." You agreed, yawning, your hand reaching up to hold onto his.

The two of you made your way up the stairs, and then down the hall. The Doctor quietly opened the bedroom door, leading you inside. You dropped onto the bed, falling back, your head and hitting the pillow; you quickly ranted on and on about all the different ice cream flavors you knew during the next couple of minutes the Doctor helped you change into your pajamas - which was a pair of sweats and one of his many button-ups. You were out like a light right after, which amused the two-hearted man as he grabbed you a glass of water and ibuprofen for your head in the morning. Heading back into the control room, he started up the TARDIS to float around somewhere safe in the galaxy before heading back to you.

Dressed in his own pajamas, the Doctor slipped into bed, smiling as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his stomach, your leg tangling with his own as your head nuzzled into his chest. “Love you.” You muttered out sleepily, making the Doctor smile.

Wrapping his own arms around you, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head before nuzzling his cheek into your hair, “Love you too…” He replied before staring up at the ceiling; his hand trailing up and down your back. The warmth of your body seeped through his shirt as he held you close, listening to your even breathing. It was moments like these that he felt lucky to have found you. And for the rest of the night, he simply lay there, holding you, until his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep.

[artsninspo]

Can you do a Jamie imagine were y/n is a great mother figure to Stef, she helps him with his homework and so on. And Jamie thinks she would be a good mother one day (to his kids ofc) A lot of fluff and cute pet names please

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"Baby Fever"

Author's Note: Another long wait but this one was sweet, hope you all enjoy 💕 Pairing: Jamie (Topboy) X Reader Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Fluffy, swoony, with mentions of smut.

After sitting in prison for six months Jamie decided to use his savings and move Stef and Aaron out the ends. You never imagined living like this in your mid twenties, with a boyfriend shotting and his two brothers who regarded him as a father figure. No part of it felt forced. Aaron was responsible and Stef made you smile regularly, there were things you didn't like but they weren't dealbreakers. You look over at Jamie as he drives you home from the shops and reach over to admire his fresh trim.

“You look nice babe” you flirt.

“Do I?” he asks, making you smile.

“Somethings different, can't put my finger on it” you tease.

“It’s probably that pre-pound town glow” he teases back and you smack him playfully.

“Dickhead” you laugh.

“It’s all youre when we get in” he jokes, lately he’s been around more than usual and you've been having more sex than usual. It's a change you've been enjoying.

“No it's not. I told Stef and Aaron we could do a family film night.” you explain.

Jamie sighs, “They won't be back for a bit we can be quick”

You smile at his neediness. “I have to set up, you know Stef and Aaron like different flavours of popcorn”

“You know you're not their maid.” Jamie counters.

“Jamie, I cook the least next to you and they clean up after themselves. I can make them popcorn.” you snap and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Make me something too?” he asks.

“Anything, or course” you smile.

“It’ll take long” he warns.

“Jamie, shut up. I said I'll do it for you okay you big baby” you laugh getting into the driveway. Jamie helps you carry in the groceries. It takes a while and you begin packing away things and loading the fridge.

“How are you for money, I know this ain't cheap” Jamie asks being a help.

“I’m good.”

“Nah, i'll leave some P’s on the nightstand for you and we can go to Harrods next week” he says, always making you a priority.

“Jamie” you protest the money isnt why you're here. You love him.

“Don't Jaime me baby” he says.

“Fine i’ll go get another bag that I can pawn if shit hits the fan again”

“Nothings hitting the fan,” he assures and you reach into the shopping bag to find the box of condoms you purchased.

“Can you put these in the bedroom?” you ask.

“Give them to Aaron” Jamie suggests.

“You said you were almost out so I bought some,” you remind.

“I’m not seeing anyone else, neither are you. Were solid I don't think I need to strap up”

“Jamie, I’m not on the pill” you remind him.

“Thought you were doing natural tracking?” he asks so in tune with your body's schedules and cycles.

“I am but Jamie, you can't keep your hands off of me - we will get pregnant” you explain.

“I know,” he says casually, taking off his jumper. Your brows bunch as you look him over.

“What?” You question.

“If I don't strap up you'll get pregnant” he affirms.

“Babe”

“This house has six bedrooms, that's more than enough space for a little one.” Jamie says.

“When did you decide this?” You ask unsure whether to be excited, terrified or upset.

“Don’t get loud luv, it's your fault.”

You scoff “My fault?”

“You're a natural. I see how you look after Stef, how you take care of me and I love you - so why not?” he asks.

“Jamie, are you serious?” you ask sceptical.

“Yes” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Besides you just told me you would make me something even if it takes long. Bun in the oven takes about ten months right?” he says, winking.

“A baby?” You ask nearly hysterically with laughter.

“Our child” he specifies being serious. “My bloodline, you know I'll be a great dad and I know you'll be an amazing mum. My brothers will help out, your mum is welcome to stay over and help you recover after the birth but I'm serious.” he explains having thought it all through. He could picture you with the baby bump, the look of you waddling around, rubbing your feet, attending appointments, seeing the sonogram pictures, arguing over names. Sleepless nights and seeing his son or daughter in his arms. Knowing there is another piece of him in this world. Babies brought happiness to his household and he enjoyed Stef as a baby, his own child wouldn't be any different.

“Jamie, I'd need you to be around more” you reason.

“When have you called and I have not come?” he asks, holding your waist.

“Never” you admit and he smiles, making you follow suit.

“I’ll be daddy for real, so you'll have to stop calling me that. The kid will be confused” he jokes.

“I'll think about it”

“Well tonight’s a low probability night right? So we can practise” Jamie smiles.

You don't even have time to process as Stef and Aaron come in.

“Hey” you smile starting on the popcorn after being railroaded.

“Hey” Stef smiles.

“I’m running a little behind if you guys want to shower first” you offer.

“Nah, they can help,” Jamie says. “We can all help” he corrects once you glare at him. His brothers laugh. Stef reaches in the bag and takes out the condoms.

“Uh” he says uncomfortably, mistaking the contents of the bag for groceries.

“Those are for Aaron” Jamie says without missing a beat. “Be safe with Abby” he adds.

The kitchen smells like the cinema in no time and everyone pitches in. You gather around the tv to watch something wholesome and light hearted. You and Jamie tucked off into your own corner of the sectional. Jamie pushes Stef away from you everytime he tries to get close. When the film is finished the boys clean up letting you decompress from the day. When you get out of the shower you see Jamie ready for bed.

“So, I’ve been doing some reading. What should we practise for? A girl or a boy?” he asks, being relentless.

“Context” you ask, putting your hair up.

“You usually like the boy positions” he says, coming in for a kiss and making you laugh.

“So, I’m going to be even more outnumbered,” you laugh.

“Girl can be number two” he says, making you laugh because you haven't even agreed to number one.

— Don't forget to let me know how you feel about this one or the new season.

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