#jamie cambell bower fanfiction

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For the Witches

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Diamonds in the Coffee Beans (Jamie Campbell Bower)

Auth. Note: A while ago I had gotten a message from another user about a part two for Autumn Selfies; whether I would be posting a part two for it because they enjoyed it very much. So, Wherever you are love, I hope you get to read this!

Pairings: Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

Prompt: What was supposed to be an innocent selfie with a celebrity turned out to be something else entirely!

You might want to Read This first if you haven't already!

There was an annoying buzzing coming from her phone. Somewhere within the darkness of the bedroom. A faint glow of a screen lighting up within the confinements some pants crumbled on the floor illuminated inches around its surrounding as if the faint morning light from the blinds that were inched open didn't allow enough light already. She gripped the pillow tighter to her chest and stared at the offending object within the pile of clothing on the floor as if it were a snake ready to attack her. Why had she done that? What good would it have done to post such a picture?! What the hell is wrong with her?! She'd done it in her haze of giddiness. Posting her selfie with Jamie on the internet that very same day not expecting that perhaps it would do more harm than innocent fun as the internet blew up. Social media blew up with reblogs of the photo that she had posted from her Instagram account as well as Jamie's version of their selfies on his Twitter. What was supposed to be nothing but an innocent picture turned into something far…far worse. People were thinking Jamie had a new lover; just like Y/n had warned him about and her phone wouldn't stop blowing up with strangers on the internet tagging her and notifications of others reblogging people's posts that had reblogged hers. It was a mess, a damned mess that had been going on for the past 3 days since her encounter with the rockstar movie star sensation at the coffee shop.

But that wasn't the worst part of it all. It wasn't just the internet that was blowing up over one celebrity and his fan. Her phone was brimming with missed calls, text messages, and voicemails from her family and friends; most of which were coming from her ex-partner and ex-best friend. They borderline everything from freaking out to calling her unspeakable names as if that kind of behavior would get her to answer them. She'd blocked them all out. She didn't have the heart to actually block numbers, delete messages, or turn off her phone. She wanted to enjoy the last few days she had left of her mini vacation here but she was starting to think perhaps it was going to be ruined. Why? Because a part of her was hoping that Jamie would call or text but was too afraid to actually grab her phone to check in fear she sees something that would hurt her feelings even more than what she had already seen on the internet. She couldn't run away from it no matter what she did; as long as she was on the internet or on some sort of device she would see something. Hell, even the TV had a social media TV talk show that was covering all the juicy gossip of everything new about the celebrities worth mentioning.

She couldn't run forever though because frankly, she needed her phone, and the notification pings going off left and right were starting to piss her off. Huffing, Y/n threw the pillow she had been clutching to her chest to the end of the bed and scrambled from beneath the tangle of sheets to dig her phone from her forgotten clothes on the floor. Her poor phone still managed to hold some resemblance of battery despite the abuse the system was getting from the flood of incoming data; it was a miracle the device hadn't frozen or short-circuited itself yet. She was going to turn off her phone or at least put it to charge when one of the messages caught her attention seconds before it disappeared from the screen in favor of another message popping up and knocking it down from the list. Feeling a slight panic she typed out her password to unlock her phone and searched her many notifications for that one text message she had seen from one of her friends who hadn't backstabbed her during the whole affair.

F/N: Check out Jimmy Fallon's show! NOW!

Y/n didn't know what the hell her friend was talking about so she quickly grabbed the remote and despite her better judgment turned it on; searching for the familiar channel that she used to watch Jimmy Fallon's TV host show on when she was bored. When she finally got to it she saw the familiar grinning face of the dark-haired talk show host who was in the middle of talking about something to a celebrity off-screen.

"-It's been blowing up all over the internet; kind of hard to miss man. When will we get the scoop about what that's all about? Everyone seems to be on the fence about who the lovely young woman with you is in this photo."

On the large screen behind him was the enlarged photo of the selfie Y/n and Jamie took together; the one of him pressed cheek to cheek with her as she sat on his lap. It looked even more intimate on the screen for all of the audience to see and Y/n could now see how people could easily mistake them as lovers from their point of view. She felt her cheeks flush at the memory of sitting on his lap in such a familial way while he took a selfie with her; she knew deep down Jamie wouldn't have done that with just any fan. He was sweet and perhaps a bit flirty but not to the point that she experienced; she never pegged him to be a physically forward person to that extent with any other fans even those who he might have thought were cute. It made her wonder and a part of her deep inside that wanted to fangirl and gush preened at the idea that perhaps Jamie liked her a lot more than just any ordinary fan.

The TV screen popped up with a very familiar face who was grinning in a shy way as a heat of a blush graced his tanned skin and Y/n couldn't help the flutter in her belly at that look as the very same Jamie Bower sat comfortably on the couch wearing all black entire that made him look oh so devilishly handsome. His bottom lip disappeared between his purely white teeth as his blushing face attempted to hide behind his long blonde hair as he laughed. The audience cooed and cheered for him making his bashfulness deepen as he attempted to pull himself together and come up with a reply.

"I can assure you there is nothing going on between me and her. It was purely by chance that we met actually; we just happened to meet at the same coffee shop and I bought her a coffee since she forgot her wallet. We sort of just started up a conversation after that and I found out she was a fan of mine so we took selfies together." Jamie replied trying to play it off but Jimmy was one who did enjoy a good teasing as much as he was curious about the entire thing.

"So you're telling me you take selfies like that with your fans often then?" there was a joking tone in his voice as he pointed to the screen behind them

"Well, no but um, we're friends." Jamie licked his lips thoughtfully trying not to give anything away as much as he was trying to keep things comfortable.

Y/n gripped the TV remote a moment longer before she tossed it aside in favor of finding her phone beside her and began scrolling through the misses texts realizing that...in her neglect of everyone else who deemed it necessary to blow up her phone she had indeed missed a few of Jamie's text messages. Guilt slammed into her as she looked back at the live recording video of Jamie speaking with Jimmy Fallon and without thinking she began typing out a message to reply to his messages. It took a few minutes but she found a sense of enjoyment when Jamie's face shifted when he realized his phone had just gone off in his pocket which was announced by the rather loud pinging sound. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he apologized for the interruption mumbling something out in a joking manner that he had forgotten to silence his phone; that cute blush of bashfulness clear on his face as he dug his phone out to shut off the sound only to laugh in a way Y/n could only describe as boyishly giddy as he realized she had texted him.

"Funny, it's actually her," Jamie said flashing his phone screen briefly. "She's watching the live show right now as we speak." the blonde gave a cheeky little wave to the camera which made Y/n grin at his silliness; her previous nerves were forgotten by his adorable antics.

Damn that man even after all that he still managed to get her attention. A thumbnail disappeared between her teeth as she continued to smile at the screen as she watched the rest of the talk show; Jamie not bothering to reply back to her text message for obvious reasons if not for manners and she found she did not mind his lack of response as his interview continued and likewise dragged her into it like a good TV show. Jimmy was just hammering down on this particular topic for most of the show making Jamie all flustered; something that Y/n enjoyed seeing more than she cared to admit. Might as well since he'd made her all flustered during their initial meeting -karma and all! But when it went straight for commercials it only took a few minutes before her phone suddenly began ringing with Jamie's number flashing on the screen. Her bright grin of excitement was lit up by her cell as she clicked the green answer button.

"Hello, good sir! Long time no talk stranger. Funny, I was just thinking about you." she teased feeling a bit bold as she imagined Jamie's smile on the other end of the phone.

"You little minx! You leave me unread for days and suddenly you decide you'll send me a text message right as I'm interviewing?" Jamie's accented voice was lilted with a laugh and Y/n couldn't help but smile despite the twinge of guilt she felt.

Looking down at her bare toes she played with the chipping nail polish there. "I know. I'm sorry, I normally wouldn't do that but-"

"Aye, aye it's alright love! I was just joking." Jamie's voice sounded concerned on the other end. "You deserve the space after everything. I assumed you saw what was going on on the internet about those selfies huh?"

"Yeah," her voice came softer as she bit her lip. "It's awful Jamie! Fucking awful, my phone's been blowing up. Friends, family, strangers. All of them won't let it rest. I knew those pictures would cause a fuss."

"I can delete them-"

"No!" she rushed to say feeling her heart constrict. "Absolutely not! Look, it wouldn't do any good since it's floating all over the internet now...But I'd like to at least take some control back into our hands, somehow." she breathed out a sigh.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Jamie spoke to someone away from the phone. "Look, I got to go back for the show but I'll call you straight after. We can talk about it then, yeah?"

"Yeah...Okay." she sighed hearing the click on the other end. She sat through the rest of the talk show until the very end but as she awaited the call from Jamie she was disappointed to find that it never came.

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She wanted to feel mad that Jamie hadn't followed up with his promise of a return call so that they could talk about what was going on and what their next steps would be but she found that instead of anger that she felt it was pure disappointment. Not that she expected the great actor to pay her much mind after everything as she was just a fan; this social media stuff would blow over soon enough with a new scandal that will allow Jamie to forget about her. Or so she thought.

It was her last day in this city before she had to return back home for her job and her home to face all the people back there. But instead of hiding away in the little nook of her rented apartment, she chose to brave the world beyond by dressing for the warmer weather that Autumn had managed to gift them and taking her usual stroll down the street a few blocks towards the familiar coffee shop. The sun was just setting behind the tall buildings in comparison to just rising as her usual early morning walk was now in the evening. The busy streets were less crowded than it normally would have been so she had no problem with making her trip to the coffee shop. It was almost completely empty except for maybe two or three customers; checking the wall clock made her realize that it was near closing time for Louis and his sons so she made sure to make her order quick. Stepping in line behind one of the customers she slipped her hand into the back pocket of her jeans to make sure she had her money on her this time as she sidled up to the front counter.

"Good evening my dear!" Louis's weathered face greeted her with a tired smile and a pang of guilt tugged at her heart as if her presence was making his day a little harder.

"The usual please Lou." she gave him a warm smile that curled at the corners of her lips and she dug her money out of her pocket to hand it over.

Like deja-vu, a hand reached around her slighter frame with a credit card and tapped the card to the screen of the card reader; paying for her order. Y/n turned her head in surprise to find the familiar blue eyes and charming smile gracing her line of sight as the tall musician leaned over her frame; the heat of his body damn near plastered to her spine but the coolness of the evening air ghosting against the side of her face with every chilly breath he exhaled that smelled like fresh mint. She couldn't help the way her lips pulled up into a slow smile as she met his eyes. Until she realized that he was actually paying for her drink yet again and she quickly snapped her head towards Louis who was watching over the rims of his thin glasses with a knowing smirk that made his bushy mustache tilt.

"Oh not again!" she cursed under her breath but the transaction had already gone through so instead of paying for her drink the woman grabbed all the cash she had in her hand and shoved it into the tip jar with a triumphant smirk of her own as if that would solve anything.

Jamie laughed as he withdraw from her space and with a warm hand on her back led her towards the end of the counter to wait for her drink. The woman rocked back and forth on her feet as she bit her lip giving him the side eye

"Is this going to be a new thing for us? You staring at me like you want to say something?" the man placed his hands in his pockets with a playful smirk.

"I don't know, is this going to be a thing for you paying for my coffee? Last time I checked, I owed you a coffee not the other way around." Y/n replied back with a scrunched-up nose and playful twinkling eyes.

"Only if that means there will be more of this."

Y/n grabbed her cup and led the way to her favorite booth and sat down. Her fingers wrapped around the warm paper cup as she studied the vapor of steam escaping from the top of her cup.

"You know I leave for home tomorrow. Tonight's my last day here; I leave early in the morning," she said softly not meeting his eyes.

His tall frame leaned back against the comfortable booth and studied her across the table; the way the fading light cast its golden glow across her skin and made her eyes twinkle and highlight them. Her words slowly registered as a heavy weight on his chest the longer he replayed them. Sure he knew she wasn't local here and that she would go home eventually. He had hoped though that they would have a little more time together; he blamed his duties as a celebrity with all the interviews that he had to do the last three days that kept him from physically being with her.

"I suppose you do have to get back to reality huh?" his smile twitched slightly as he met her gaze from across the table. "But perhaps it doesn't have to be so hard to acclimate to."

"What do you mean?" a frown pinched her brows as she raised her cup to take a sip of her coffee.

"I'll be leaving soon as well to head back for filming but I feel bad for the way things went between us and the lack of time we have." Jamie watched her tongue peek out to lick the foam off her lips "I was wondering if you'd be up for a little adventure?"

"Adventure? Jamie last time we had a 'little adventure' the internet blew up. Which by the way you have yet to talk to me about." she pointed a finger at him.

"Well, I'm talking about it now." the stuck his tongue out at her and leaned his arms on the tabletop. "I know you don't want to go back home to face everyone there; so don't go back. Come with me. I'll pay for everything -including the time missed at work."

She would have to spit her coffee out of her mouth if she'd taken a sip at that very moment but instead her mouth was thankfully empty when her jaw went slack in shock at the proposal. Such an idea was something Hallmark movies created on screen, not something that happens in real life. It was so fantastical and crazy at the same time; something that no rational human being would do.

"Are you serious? Jamie, I can't do that?! W-we're just...shit, I don't know what we are but we aren't anything that would give you the right to propose something like that...I mean that's cool and all but..." she ran short of words and looked down at the table trying to gather her thoughts. "I'd love to run away like some fairy tale but this is reality Jamie...you have obligations to do that don't involve a fan you've barely known a few days in your space."

The actor frowned slightly but he had to admit she was right. It was a preposterous idea. But he didn't want their time to end. So instead he reached out to slip her smaller hand into his larger one and gain her attention. "You're right. I'm sorry." he smiled slightly.

"At least, can we keep in touch? Perhaps we can meet up again if I'm in town or...fly you out to me whenever you're comfortable enough to visit? I don't want our time to end so soon. I like you, you have an adorable personality that's very infectious." he confessed making her resolve to crumble a little.

"Thanks. You're kind of infectious too." a slightly flush graced her features before she gave his fingers a squeeze. "But I'd like to keep in touch. Gives me a reason to remind myself meeting you wasn't a dream." she laughed a bit.

Jamie gave her a cheeky little grin before tugging at her hand. "Well, if you'll be leaving in the morning miss cinderella why don't I treat you to dinner before you disappear?"

Y/n did laugh then. A laugh that took the stress of the world off her shoulders at that moment. She did not know if what she and Jamie had would lead anywhere but she did know that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see where every fangirl's dream could lead. Even if they parted ways or stopped talking down the road Y/n would take all the moments she could with this man.

"You know what? I'll take you up on that offer. I'm getting a little hungry." she mused tilting her head

The man rose from the seat and pulled her along with him. Hand releasing hers just so that he could wrap his long arm across her shoulders and pull her frame into his side. A grin so magical it was blinding graced Y/n's vision as she looked up at him and he down at her.

"But I'm paying this time Jamie."

He chortled squeezing her shoulder. "Not a chance darling."

Thank you so much for reading! This was a long time coming! I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it! :) If you did enjoy please feel free to share this post with your friends! Much love!

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(lol I actually hate how this came out but idk I have no inspiration today, my uterus is leeching my entire brain activity today.)

Warnings: Just a lot of swears and violence suggested.

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Counterfeit had just finished their last show of the tour, and the band decided to go out to celebrate. You had been with them throughout the tour, watching Jamie be a rock star from the side of the stage every night. The guys had heard of a cool bar downtown from some of the locals, so you all piled into the van and headed to the bustling city center.

“You guys can go on, I’m just going to have a smoke out here first.” Jamie nodded to the band as he leaned against the wall outside, reaching into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

The guys went on in, while you stood next to Jamie. “I’ll wait out here with you.” You smiled, as you nuzzled up to him.

The sidewalk was scattered with a few other people smoking or on phone calls. The streets were busy, being a Saturday night. A rowdy group of young men were stumbling up down the sidewalk toward you, seeming to be deep into their night already. As they clamored past you, one of the men looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.

“Oooh, look at those legs! Hey, baby.” He winked as his friends pulled him along inside the door.

Rolling your eyes, you let a little snort of air through your nose. Turning to Jamie, you both chuckle to yourselves as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“Seems like they’re having a good night.” He raised his eyebrows and scoffed.

“Lads lads lads lads.” You chant.

With a slight breeze through the nighttime air, you feel yourself shiver slightly. You were wearing a dark green minidress, fitted tightly to your frame, with a cropped leather jacket. Not really enough for the early autumn night, but sometimes you have to sacrifice comfort for the sake of the outfit.

“Ooh, it’s kind of chilly.” You shivered, turning to Jamie. “I’m gonna head inside and get a drink. Meet you at the bar?”

“Of course, darling, I’ll be along in a sec.” He smiled.

You nodded and turned to enter the building. Weaving through people as you make your way to the bar, you catch a glimpse of Tristan and Sam at a table against the wall. You leaned against the bar top as you reach it, and order yourself a cocktail and a non-alcoholic beer for Jamie. Sipping your drink, sort of spacing out as you waited for Jamie to join you, you were suddenly shocked to consciousness by a hand placing a firm grip on to your ass. Whipping around, half expecting to see Jamie smirking, instead you were met with the same drunken man who had catcalled you outside. Without a second thought, you quickly shove him backward.\

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You yell.

He chuckled. “Oh come on, baby, let me get you a drink.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You turned yourself back to the bar, rolling your eyes.

“I was hoping you’d do the honors.” He slinked his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Get off of me!” You squirm, trying to push him away.

“Hey, asshole! The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You heard Jamie’s voice boom behind you.

He quickly through his hands down on the guy’s shoulders, ripping him away from you, and putting himself between you and the drunken man.

The man held his hand up. “Hey buddy, we were just talking.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Why don’t you get lost, buddy.” Jamie glared, turning his back to the man. You could see the anger tensing the muscles in his face.

“Pfft, whatever man. You know what, fuck you and your cunt girlfriend. Dressed like a whore, I bet she’s been passed around town. You enjoy that.” He looked at you as he spoke.

Jamie whipped around, slamming his hand on the bar top, the veins in his arm bulging. “What the fuck did you just say about her?” He stepped up to the man and delivered a short but firm shove to his chest.

“Jamie…” You cautioned, reaching out your arm to grab the sleeve of his jacket.

“Yeah, listen to your whore, Jamie.” The man smirked.

You shot daggers at the man. In a swift move, Jamie gripped your drink in his hand, chucking plastic cup full of liquid and ice at the man. Ice cubes ricocheted off his face, before he reached up to wipe the beverage from his eyes. You stood behind Jamie still, not knowing what to do.

“You better walk the fuck away right now.” Jamie spat.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” The man yelled and shoved Jamie forcefully.

Jamie shoved him back. “Come on, you wanna hit me? You really wanna do this here?” He held him by the shirt collar, threatening a fist.

The guy looked at his clenched fist, hesitating to respond. He pried Jamie’s hand off his collar, stumbling backward with another shove as he distanced himself.

“Man, she isn’t even worth it, fuck you both.” He knocked over the bottle of Jamie’s non-alcoholic beer on to the floor, flipping his middle finger as he walked away shaking of your drink from his arms.

“Fucking dick…” Jamie seethed as he turned back to you, running a hand through his hair. “You okay, love?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good…I can’t believe you were about to fight a guy for me.” You giggled.

He chuckled and leaned against the bar. “I guess I just can’t handle the sight of another guy with his hands on my girl.” He pulled you in closer to him, meeting you at your lips.

“Your hands are the only ones I want on me.” You smirked, leaning up to his ear. “And you can put your hands anywhere you want to tonight.” You kissed his neck before pulling back.

"Oh, I will baby. I will." He grinned, looking at you with desire.

imagine someone pissing Jamie off and he’s just cursing and throwing shit and like vaguely threatening the person

like maybe you’re out one night and some dude grabs your ass and you push him away from you and yell at him, and the guy calls you a cunt and insults you and Jamie LOSES HIS SHIT

someone write this fic bc I’m nowhere near my computer