#jcbbby 500 follower party!

[jcbbby]

Oh no, it's 25th already! I'm gonna jump into the last wagon of this party, because you are this good a writer (srsly) and you bring me a lot of joy, and because I am absolutely fucking shameless. (Also I've never congatulated you on the milestone, so here's congratulations! <3)

The third prompt: 🍎 Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

omg stop, you're too sweet!!! thank you so much, I'll CRY :') anyway, for this very last follower party prompt, there is no plot here. literally none. we jump right into it, it's just straight filth. it's short, but we're ending the 500 follower party with a bang (get it? hehe...) - "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS TURN AROUND, gender neutral!reader, blow job, mutual masturbation. note: sorry for any mistakes, or if this just straight up sucks. my husband kept trying to talk to me as I was writing this and it was very distracting lol. -

Jace pulled you flush against him, lips pressing into yours forcefully; possessively. So many feelings of lust and desire finally coming to the surface. After weeks of lingering glances, just barely touching thighs or hands, and a handful of late night thoughts that made your head spin, you were finally alone with Jace in his room, with his hands all over you.

You pulled away, stroking his cheek as you looked to him with hooded eyes. "Did you say if I wanted you to take your clothes off, I should have just asked? Well, I'm not asking...I'm begging." You whispered the last words of your sentence.

He let out a gruff chuckle, taking a couple steps backward as he began undoing his belt. You followed, dropping to your knees in front of him, awaiting eagerly. He smirked as he slid his jeans down, the bulge just under the thin fabric of his tight boxers. You reached up, tugging at the waistband, sliding them down slowly. His harden length sprung out to attention over the band as you marveled.

"Like what you see?" He smirked, looking down at you.

You nodded. "I do...I..." You delivered a few kitten licks to his tip. "Really, really do..."

You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, drawing a deep sigh from him. As you licked a second time, when you reached the tip again, you took all of him in your mouth. His hands immediately found their way through your hair, his head rolling backward.

"Shit, baby...yeah, that's it...like that..." He said through heavy breath.

He looked down at you, as your mouth slid back and forth around him. His hands gripped the back of your head, as he rocked his hips forward. You gagged around him slightly, but kept on working. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two of you. He smirked, watching himself fuck your mouth.

"Hey, hey, stand up." He growled.

You pulled away, looking up at him in confusion. He placed a finger under your chin, bringing you up to his face. Using the same finger, he directed your head towards the mirror, smirking wickedly at you in the reflection. You grinned back at him as he started undoing the button on your jeans, sliding them down your thighs along with your underwear in one pull. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping himself.

"Touch yourself...I want to watch you play with yourself." He whispered in your ear.

You smirked while you watched his face, fixated just under your hips, as you slowly brought your hand down to your heat. You palmed yourself a few times before getting to work on yourself. He hummed in your ear as you touched yourself. Your eyes bounced from your own hand, to his, then up to his face. He let out a moan, dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, suckling and nibbling into you.

"Oh, fuck...Jace..." You started moving faster on yourself.

"Mmm...Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He reached his free hand around, resting it on yours as you pleasured yourself. "I think it's you."

You leaned back into his chest, rolling your head onto his shoulder, feeling the pressure build in your stomach. You both echoed each other's moans, writhing together as you worked yourselves to your releases against one another.

"Baby, fuck...I'm getting close...god, you're so sexy..." Jace grunted.

"Me too...shit..." You panted. "Keep going...cum watching me cum...fuck!"

Your legs started to buckle as you felt the wave crash over you. Your release coating your hand as you kept it moving, shouting obscenities and Jace's name. Within seconds, you watched as Jace's face contorted, his head coming to rest against yours as you felt his body shake, his warm, sticky seed hitting your leg.

You breathed against each other as you both came down, with Jace planting delicate kisses to your collar bone. You smiled lightly as he pressed his lips to your flesh. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the reflection.

"Well...I think we're read for the bed now, don't you?" He winked.

You smirked back at him, whipping around to meet him face to face as you started pushing him backwards to the bed.

[jcbbby]

For your writing prompts

🕸 "you can do whatever you want to me."

Because I think subby Henry is underutilized...👀

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

oooh, subby Henry....interesting concept indeed. ask, and ye shall receive.... thank you for the follow party prompt!!! <3 - "You can do whatever you want to me." warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS GO AWAY, obviously inexperienced Henry, oral (m receiving), first blowjob. -

The night shift at Hawkins Lab was always so boring. Everyone was asleep or had gone home for the night, leaving just a few orderlies and you, a lone nurse, as a skeleton crew. At least Henry was on tonight with you. You had gotten close to the shy, cute blonde over the last year since you started the job. No one else seemed to really interact with him, but you couldn't understand why. He seemed so nice. Sure, he was a little odd, but he was easy to talk to. Not to mention, he had the most dazzling blue eyes. You couldn't help but get lost in them sometimes.

When the two of you worked the late shift together, you would always bring in a few cookies you made at home for him. You brought some for the children one day, and brought the leftovers to the staff room. He later quietly told you they were the best thing he had ever tasted, so you always made a point to bring in a few for him whenever you made them. You would play games to pass the time, often card games, word games, sometimes you would even make up games.

Tonight, the two of you sat across from one another in the staff room, exchanging laughs and stories, indulging in the cookies. Your spinning chairs opposite from the other. You twisted yourself slightly as you giggled at a joke Henry had made, your knee grazing his thigh. Both your eyes darted to the spot you had briefly made contact. He fidgeted, averting his eyes from yours. You felt a pang in your belly, as if you had just been waiting for that first spark, to ignite your desire.

"Hey...want to play a game of truth or dare?" You asked, flashing a smile.

"Oh...oh, yeah, sure. We can do that." Henry smiled back. "Do you want to ask me first?"

"Sure. Truth or dare?"

"I'll start with truth." His peaceful smile remained on his face.

"Hmm..." You brought a finger to your chin, thinking momentarily. You cocked your head with a devilish smile. "Okay...have you ever hooked up with any staff here?"

Henry immediately blushed, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Uh, no...no I haven't."

"Hmm, good boy. " You winked. "Go on then, my turn, ask me."

"Truth or dare?"

"I'll also go with truth too, starting off easy." You smiled.

"Okay, well...h-have you...ever hooked up with any staff here?" He blushed again, his eyes seeming to regret what his mouth asked.

You let out a laugh. "Not here, no.... but at another job I did." You giggled.

"Really?" His eyes were wide.

You shrugged. "It was a wild holiday party, what can I say... Truth or dare?"

"Uh...truth...again." He cleared his throat.

"Hmm..." You leaned in, closer to him. "Do you think I'm pretty?" You batted you eyelashes.

He blushed even harder, again averting his eyes. "I...uh...you- you do a-always look nice." He shifted in his seat.

"Aww, you know you're kind of cute too." You smiled, placing your hand on his thigh.

You could have sworn you saw fireworks go off in his brain. It was obvious he hadn't ever been flirted with before and he didn't know how to handle it. You took your hand back, leaning back into your chair.

"Um...truth or dare?" He sat still as a rock.

"Dare." You smirked.

"Um...I...I dare you to uh..." He was clearly flustered.

"Henry- dare me to kiss you." You whispered, smiling at him. "Go ahead."

He swallowed hard, bringing his wide eyes up to meet yours. "I-I dare you to kiss me."

You slowly lurched yourself forward, resting your hands to hold yourself on the arm rests of his desk chair. You held your face just inches from his, taking in his shattered breath as he anticipated your lips. He sat still, aside from the heavy lifting and falling of his chest.

"Henry...?" You questioned. "Have you ever done anything sexual with anyone...or even kissed anyone?"

He looked up to you with his big, blue eyes only briefly and quietly shook his head, hanging it low. You smirked to yourself, excitement bubbling up in your core. Slowly, you brought your lower half more forward, hiking up your white skirt, setting each leg on either side of his. You lowered yourself down to sit on his lap, straddling him. You brought a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze to yours.

"I'm going to change that." You smiled, gently planting your lips on to his.

He remained rigid against your kiss, unsure of how to react. You smiled against him, finding his innocence and insecurity adorable. You reached for his hands, gently draping them around your waist.

"You can touch me, Henry." You said, pulling back. "Do you want to touch me?"

He nodded.

"I need you to use words, baby. You need to let me know what you want." You smiled, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Y-yes. I want to touch you." He smiled sheepishly. It was adorable. You couldn’t believe you’d be the first to get to share this sort of moment with him.

"Good. I want you to touch me too. Touch me anywhere you want, don't be afraid." You slowly started leaning back in to his lips.

He cautiously slid his hands from your waist down to your ass, as he started pressing his lips more forcefully against yours. Smirking into his kiss, you began griding into his lap, just itching to see his reaction to the friction. His breath hitched as his body jolted, hands on your ass delivering a light squeeze. His length immediately hardening under you. After a few more rolls of your hips, a slight whimper escaped from his throat. You dipped down to begin nibbling on a spot under his ear. He whimpered again, this time more enthusiastically.

"Hmm, you enjoying yourself?" You asked against his neck.

"Yes..." He breathed.

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” You whispered into his ear, feeling him shiver as your breath tickled him.

“Please… You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, baby I will.” You looked up with a wink.

He found some confidence and gripped your ass tightly, now assisting you in rocking your hips. You smiled to yourself at his initiative, placing a trail of kisses from his neck back up to his lips. You reached behind your back, pulling his hands off of you. Sliding yourself back on his lap, you lowered yourself to the floor on your knees as he watched in anticipation. His white slacks bulging in his lap at his excitement.

You smirked up at him, reaching to unfasten his belt. Once his belt was free from each loop, it was tossed to the side, and your hands moved on to his zipper. His breathing picked up again, as you reached for the band of his boxers. Pulling it down just enough to get them out of the way, allowing his surprisingly impressive cock to spring up in full view, leaking pre cum from his tip.

“Look at you…” you grinned. “I’m so honored to have this all to myself.”

He smiled bashfully, which quickly fell into an open mouth as you gently gripped his shaft, spreading the bead of pre cum around his tip. He let out a soft breath as your rolled your thumb around the head. Dipping your head down, you licked a stripe on the underside of his length, from base back up to tip. The first full, deep moan was pulled from Henry with this, as he bucked his hips ever so slightly upward. Your tongue remained swirling on the tip of his cock for a few seconds before your lips came down around about half his length, sucking lightly.

“Oh-oh…oh my god.” Henry gasped as his head fell back when you began moving your lips up and down.

Moans started falling from his lips like a waterfall. You knew he wouldn’t last long, he knew he wouldn’t last long. But you were determined to make sure however long you had would be the best ‘however long’ he’s ever had. As your motion continued, he squirmed and whimpered under you. His hands found the back of your head as he snaked his hands through your hair, gently gripping. You hollowed your cheeks and sunk your mouth down until his cock was in the back of your throat. You gagged slightly around him, the vibrations of it causing him to jerk with each wretch.

“I-I…oh my god…” He bucked his hips upwards again. “I’m gonna- hmm”

You kept taking him deep. You hummed around him, knowing the vibrations would send him over the edge. Sure enough, his legs began to shake and you felt the hot, salty release fill your mouth. He came hard, gripping your hair tight, crying out your name and incoherent words. You didn’t stop working him until you had swallowed everything he had to give you. You slowly pulled your lips from him, creating a wet pop sound as you released him. Wiping your mouth, you looked up to him through your eyelashes and gave a gentle smile.

“Did you like that?” You ask, caressing his thigh.

He nodded as he tucked himself back into his boxers, taking your hand to pull you back up into his lap. “No one has ever made me feel that good before.” He smiled shyly.

“I’m glad I could change that, cutie.” You stroked his cheek before leaning in to place a light kiss to his lips.

Henry brought his hands to your waist. “I…I want to make you feel good like that too…if, you’ll um… if you’ll teach me.” He blushed.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course. There’s so much more for you to learn.”

[jcbbby]

for prompts: 🕷️ You won't have to be afraid ever again

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

thank you for being here and for celebrating with me!!! your other prompt is coming up next as well :) - "You won't have to be afraid ever again." warnings: none! genre: fluff note: Henry and reader are both young adults, like 18 and 20 years old. -

You could still hear the alarms echoing, but growing more faint, as you and Henry both ran through the woods. The sirens mixed with the sound of leaves and sticks crunching under your feet, and your heavy breathing, trying to stay fast. The last hour or so was merely a blur, your mind unable to comprehend everything that had just happened. Henry had told you just this morning of his plan to escape and how he hoped you come with him. Now you trailed behind him in the outside world for the first time since you were a young child, desperately trying to out run the remaining guards, at least the ones Henry hadn't attacked in his fight for the two of you to escape.

He had been the first and only child at the lab, until you arrived. He was a couple years older than you, but the two of you quickly developed a friendship as the only kids there. And then came the others. Most looked down on the two of you, for some reason. Perhaps because you were both rather shy around them, but it seemed to come off as aloof and standoffish to them. But you didn't care what they thought, because at least you had Henry. And now, all you had was Henry. Henry and your hospital gown.

"Here, get down!" Henry scream-whispered, ducking into a bush, pulling you by the arm in with him.

You both panted heavily, scanning the area through the branches. You heard the booming voices of the guards. He brought his finger up to his lips, signaling to be very quiet. The sound of crunching leaves under feet grew closer. You put your hand over your nose and mouth, trying to muffle the sound of your irregular breathing.

"Show yourselves!" You heard one shout.

"Don't draw this out for yourselves." Another said.

A pair of guards walked by you, catching a glimpse of them through the leaves. You clung to Henry, your breath caught in your chest. You were terrified of being found, as you knew the punishment would be monumental. You had seen Henry received such awful punishments for much less than this. He held you tight, gently caressing your shoulder with his thumb to soothe you. You both watched intently as the guards swarmed, before muttering to each other that the area was clear. Their footsteps and chatter retreated, and you both let out the breaths you were holding in relief.

"I've never been more scared in my life." You ran a hand over your face, feeling tears that you hadn't even realized were falling.

Henry pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. "Hey...you won't ever have to be afraid ever again." He released you, keeping an arm on your shoulder. "It's just us now, no guards, no punishments, no papa. We did it, we're free." He smiled.

You smiled back to him. "Free..." You repeated.

He nodded. "Now, we're going to need to stay hidden here for a bit, at least until it's dark. Then I know where we can go, alright?"

You nodded, settling on to the ground to wait for nightfall. The two of you sat mostly in silence, keeping an ear out for any sign of lab staff coming for you. Once the sun had finally set, he lead you from the bush out into the woods. You weren't sure how long you walked, but it felt like a lifetime, between the darkness and the fear of someone waiting to grab you and drag you back.

Luckily, no one did. You began to see the yellow light of street lamps glowing from beyond the trees. You exited the woods out on to a quiet street. Henry looked around carefully before taking your hand, and quickly leading you down the road. He brought you upon a large, dark house. The windows were boarded up, and the lawn horribly overgrown. He stopped just in front of it, taking in a deep breath as he stared.

"What is it?" You asked, looking between him and the house.

"Nothing...just...I used to live here. This was my house before..." He trailed off. "Anyway, we can stay here tonight. Come on."

He started up the walkway towards the front door. In the moonlight, you could see the beautiful stained glass window, an image of a rose, on the door. Henry reached for the door handle, jostling it around when it wouldn't open. He let out a huff of frustration, looking around. His eyes landed on a large rock just to the right of the steps. Picking it up, he immediately hurled it directly at the rose, shattering a large hole in the center. He reached his arm carefully through the opening, unlocking and opening the door to allow the both of you inside and closing it behind you.

"I can't see anything." You said, feeling the wall to make sure you didn't trip before your eyes could adjust.

"Yeah, I don't think there's been electricity or running water here in years, unfortunately... but I just figured we could just stay here tonight. Tomorrow we'll keep moving."

"It's cold in here." You said in the darkness, shivering in just your hospital gown.

"Everything should still be in here...my parents' old room might have some clothes to change into. Probably would be best to blend in. Here-" He took your hand, helping to guide you to the stairs, and laid it on the banister.

Once upstairs, he brought you to a large bedroom. There was a large bed against the wall, along with a couple dressers and a vanity mirror that you could see as the light from the moon and the street shone in. Henry went over to a dresser, prying open long since used drawers, and rummaged through them for a moment. Pulling out a blouse, and then a pair of pants. He handed them to you, and then went to the other dresser, retrieving a new button up and some dark slacks.

"Uh...oh, um, sorry." Henry noticed you standing there, not knowing where to change. "I'll just uh...here.." He turned around, placing the button up in front of his face.

You took your turns averting your eyes and letting the other change. Henry took both of your old clothes, stuffing them back into the drawers, just in case. He then went over to the bed and reached for the cover. As he brought it back to reveal the sheets and pillows, a cloud of dust erupted from the duvet. He coughed as he waved it away.

"Luckily it was just the top." He said, patting the covers underneath, nothing coming off of them, having been perfectly preserved by the tightly made bed.

He threw the duvet to the end of the mattress, discarding it. The both of you climbed in to the bed, settling in close to each other. You turned to face him, the moonlight hitting his face, illuminating the spatter of blood from the climax of your escape.

"Are you sure we'll be safe here? And after we leave?"

Henry smiled, reaching to gently stroke your cheek. "I promise. Our lives begin now, alright? We're finally free."

[jcbbby]

🗡️ "I never loved you."

I'm gonna hate myself for this

thank you for your patience my love!! <3 thank you for being a part of my celebration, and for being here, and for being lovely!! I'm so so so so sorry it's so short, it seemed so much longer in my head, and I'm exhausted. :( the length of this does not accurately reflect my LOVE FOR YOU - "I never loved you." warnings: none really genre: angst -

"Do my eyes deceive me?" A gruff voice pulled you from your sleep.

You eyes shot open. Standing in front of you was Jace, arms crossed, his blue eyes dark and vengeful. Also jolted awake to the left of you in your bed was Simon. You must have fallen asleep last night reading more about The Institute and history of Shadowhunters. You asked Simon to come help research yesterday evening and you must of lost track of time. You had woken up on his shoulder as Jace's voice filled the room, realizing why Jace seemed to be upset. You quickly shuffled away from Simon, swinging your feet over the side of the bed, coming to your feet.

"Jace, no. No, I know what it looks like. But we just fell asleep reading." You stepped toward him.

Simon slipped out of the bed. "Uhh...I um...I better get going then..."

He awkwardly walked between the two of you toward the door, as Jace stared at him intensely. Simon shot you a helpless look as he passed, before disappearing out through the doorway. You turned back to Jace, his expression was still baked into a scowl.

"Jace, I swear. We were just doing some research and it got really late. Nothing happened."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

"W-why wouldn't you?"

"Please, with the way he looks at you?" His eyes narrowed.

You shook your head, confused. "What do you mean?"

Jace chuckled, throwing his head back slightly. "Are you so naïve? The guy is in love with you!"

"Excuse me?" You crossed your arms to match his. "No, no. He's my best friend. He's like a brother to me. You know that."

He lowered his arms and stepped to close the gap between the two of you. "You should probably make sure he knows that."

"Jace...what...I...stop it, you're being ridiculous right now." You stammered.

"Am I? Correct me if I'm wrong, but just the other night it was me who was in your bed. And I've just found you in bed with another man. What am I missing, hmm? You just needed to sample some other flavor before deciding on the one you've had for ages?"

"What? Jace, come on-"

"Save it." He spat as he turned to leave.

You followed as he made his way out the door and down the hall.

"Jace!" You called. "No, I love you. You, not Simon!"

He stopped in his tracks and paused a moment. He wanted to say it back, deep down, he had wanted to say it weeks ago. But he couldn't bear admitting it now. With his feelings and his pride hurt, all he felt disdain. He turned around to face you, a slight smile on your face, hoping to sway him over with your sincerity.

"I love you, Jace." You repeated, reaching your arm out to him.

He flinched away, looking you up an down with a grimace. "I never loved you."

You recoiled, your heart sinking. "I swear...n-nothing happened..."

He sighed in a huff. "Yeah, with us.... I think you two should leave."

He turned away from you, making his way further down the hall. You followed in hasted, but weren't able to catch up to him in time before he disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Jace!" You pounded on the door. "Jace, please!"

There was no answer. You pounded once more, out of frustration. He had made up his mind that you had betrayed him. You turned your back to the door, leaning against it and sliding down to the floor, a sharp exhale escaping your throat.

[jcbbby]

okay so a fic where the reader is like super scared of like love and intimacy bc she’s never felt it or had it reciprocated before and her and jamie are in bed and she’s like “can i tell you something? i’m kind of scared of you” and he’s like why and she explains it’s bc she’s never felt this way or had anyone else feel this way about her and it scares her to lose it and he admits he loves her and it freaks her out but they love each other so it ends in fluff lol

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

very interesting concept! I hope you enjoy, thank you for sending in a prompt! <3 I'm also sorry that this is more a blurb than a fic! I fear these last few 500 follower prompts will be rather short just since I don't have a ton of time these next few days. but I really hope they're still nice to read!!!! - "Can I tell you something? I'm kind of scared of you." warnings: none! genre: fluff -

These last six months with Jamie had been a dream. But that's just it, that's what had you always having a pit of anxiety in your stomach lately. It had been six months of smiles, laughs, memories...surely that would all fall apart soon just as it always does, right?

Jamie seemed so perfect, though. He was always so thoughtful and attentive, he remembered the little things, and even surprised you on your birthday with your favorite flowers, which you couldn't believe he even thought of. You dreaded the day he inevitably would start pulling away, eventually stepping out of your life like it was nothing, like you meant nothing. Everyone else had in the past. Once they had gotten their use out of you, grown tired of you, you'd been discarded and left feeling like you just didn't have enough to give. It must be only a matter of time before he left too, no matter how much you hoped he wouldn't.

It terrified you to lose him. You couldn't lose him, not this time. You'd never felt so taken care of and appreciated, and it was often overwhelming to think about the pain that him ending things might cause.

"Babe?" Jamie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Huh?" You snapped your head over to him laying next to you in bed.

He chuckled. "I asked if you wanted to go get brunch tomorrow, that little corner diner we went to on Valentine's Day?"

You cleared your throat. "Oh, yeah. Yeah that sounds nice." You smiled.

He cocked an eyebrow at you, reaching for your hand laid over the comforter. "What's on your mind? You okay?"

You took a deep breath. Maybe talking about it would pull the band aid off quicker. He could tell you then that he thinks maybe you should go your separate ways, or that he wants to see other people, or that you want different things, or one of the many other phrases that echo in your mind. If you could just get it over with, the pain would be over sooner too. Or maybe...maybe he would reassure you. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He seemed different, maybe he was different.

"Can I tell you something? I'm kind of afraid of you." You looked up at him, a grimace spreading across your face.

He tilted his head, squeezing your hand a little tighter in his. "Scared of me? Darling, what do you mean? I'm not scary, am I?"

You shook your head. "No, no. Of course not. It's just..." You felt the tears come on with no warning. They were immediately staining your cheeks.

Jamie pulled you in close to him, holding you against his chest as he caressed your back. "Hey, hey..." He cooed. "You can tell me, love."

"It's just...everyone leaves. They always do." You sniffled, pulling yourself away from his embrace. "There's always a point where everyone decides they're done with me. And I...I don't want you to too." You wiped your eyes.

"Darling...I'm not going anywhere. I promise, okay? I love you." He smiled, bringing his head down to glance up at you.

You paused a moment, trying to process his words. "You-You love me? Oh, no... no, please don't say that. That will just make it so much worse when..." You frowned, closing your eyes as more tears fell from them.

Jamie pulled you in again, holding you tightly against him. He kissed the side of your head, speaking quietly into your ear. "Baby, no. No, I mean it. I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to?" He asked.

"No, never." You said, muffled into his chest.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page then. Neither of us are going anywhere." He chuckled. "Hmm?" He released you, holding you at arms length.

You smiled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss against his lips. He brought his hands up to either side of your cheeks, holding you there as he kissed you back. You both smiled into each other's lips. As the kiss broke, you leaned yourself into his arms, pressing your back into his chest as he brought his arms around you.

He rested his cheek against yours. "I'm glad we talked about this. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not enough. And I meant it, I do love you."

You smiled, exhaling a sigh of contentment. "I love you too, Jamie."

[jcbbby]

First CONGRATS! ☺️☺️☺️💐I just wanted you to know that your account makes me smile every day! Can you write Jamie x reader fluff🖤 and if this will help here is a line: "I will always choose you"

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

our first party post!!! thank you so much!! I'm so glad what I post makes you happy and that you're here! :) thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy! <3

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"I will always choose you." warnings: none! but not proofread, ignore any mistakes!

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You had been friends with Jamie for quite some time. Was it, what seven...eight years now? Long before the Stranger Things whirlwind. You met in a quiet coffee shop in East London, both of you trying to avoid the classic English rain plaguing that summer morning. He had accidentally grabbed your drink from the pick up counter, you interjected before he could take a sip.

"Oh, wait sorry, that may be mine..."

He furrowed his brow, looking at the name written on the cup.

"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry! It looks like we ordered the same drink." He smiled, handing you the cup. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. Great taste in coffee."

You let out a gentle laugh. "So do you, er- what's your name?"

"Jamie!" The barista called out, setting down a drink identical to yours.

Jamie reached for the drink the barista had just set down, giving a quick "thank you" to the worker. "I'm Jamie." He reached his hand out, inviting you to shake.

"Jamie." You smiled, taking his hand in yours.

You spent the next two or three hours chatting away by a window, waiting for the rain to stop. He went on to say he was actually an actor and musician, he had actually just finished up being in Bend It Like Beckham on stage. Eventually you recognized that he had been in Sweeney Todd and gushed a moment about how you loved the film. He blushed lightly as you complimented him.

Towards the end of the conversation, as the rain seemed to let up outside, he asked for your number, hoping he could treat you to coffee next time perhaps? Your face fell slightly as you had to inform him that you actually were not currently single. Your heart sunk a little because truth be told, you had been flirting a little. His charismatic energy was almost impossible not to return.

While he did look disappointed, you quickly assured him that you had a great time, and if he was interested in still chatting and meeting for coffee as friends, you'd be happy to give him your number. And that is how you started meeting Jamie every Sunday morning for coffee and brunch.

Over the years of your friendship, you became very close. You shared deep conversations with each other about life and your values. You supported one another. You were a shoulder to cry on with one another. Not a day went by where you didn't communicate in some way. Sometimes, to the annoyance of your respective partners who occasionally felt jealous or threatened by your closeness.

But the timing never seemed to line up for either of you in terms of anything turning romantic. After you had broken up with the person you were seeing when you met Jamie, he had already begun dating someone else. When they broke up, you had just started a relationship with someone new as well. You both had concluded secretly to yourselves that it just wasn't in the cards, but that was okay. You thought you were too mundane for Jamie anyway. He was a talented and loved performer, and you were just...you.

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Jamie had been in America shooting Stranger Things for some time, but he was finally coming back to London. The two of you excitedly arranged to have a movie night at your place that evening after he had flown in. You spent the day tidying up your apartment and grocery shopping for all his favorite snacks.

A knock finally came upon your door, 20 minutes after Jamie had texted he was on his way over. Flinging the door open, you leapt into him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I missed you!" You exclaimed.

Jamie chuckled, enveloping your shoulders into a tight hug. "I missed you too, love. Five months is too long..."

You released each other from your embrace and let him step inside, closing the door behind you. "So...I got all your favorite snacks, and I was thinking we could watch Pearl and X." You smiled, walking over to the couch, motioning to the generous spread of sweet and savory treats you had arranged.

"Look at all this!" He chuckled. "We won't even need to order take out."

You both settled on to the couch, him immediately reaching for a small handful of M&Ms. The two of you sat next to each other, thighs just centimeters from each other. You started the movie and your attention focused mainly on the screen. Jamie fidgeted multiple times and began shaking his leg rather quickly. You looked over to him, noticing he wasn't even looking at the TV, but slightly next to it. Almost as if he had zoned out.

"Hey...you good?" You asked leaning forward to get a better look at his face.

"Hmm?" He snapped his head towards you. "Oh, oh. Yeah...I'm good." He smiled.

You stared, studying him, furrowing your brow. "...No, something's off. What's up? What's on your mind?" You paused the movie.

Jamie sighed. "I...I broke up with Amanda."

You frowned. "Oh, I'm sorry... What hap-"

"Because I'm in love with you." He blurted, interrupting you.

Your lips parted slightly, hoping to say something, but nothing came to your mind. Any words were replaced by the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. He continued.

"I just...it was never really the right time. We never had it line up right. But you know, you've been single for a bit, and things just weren't that great with her recently and I just... I hoped... I hoped it would be the right time to tell you now." He looked into your eyes.

"Jamie..." You began. "I...I'm in love with you too." You smiled gently.

A large, full smile spread across his face, wrinkling the corner of his eyes. "You are?"

You nodded. "I am...I've just been afraid to say it because... well, why me, Jamie? I mean, look at you, you can have anyone, you know?"

He gently took your hands in his, pulling them to rest softly on his lap. "Because you're everything. You've always been everything to me. I chose you eight years ago. I will always choose you." He brought one hand up to place a kiss on your fingers.

"Jamie..." You smiled wide, pulling your hands free from his, bringing them to either side of his face.

You pulled him in, planting a firm kiss on to his lips. His arm slinked around your waist, pulling you in closer. As you pulled away, his arm remained, softly caressing just above your hip.

"I'll always choose you too."

[jcbbby]

Happy 500 bestie! 🎉🎉 (Or is that 700 now?) Well deserved, your blog makes me ridiculously happy every time you come across my dash :)

Anyways, request:

🕯- "Keep your eyes on me"

-@nebulousfishgills 💜

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ahhhhh, hi bby!! thank you so much!!! thank you for being here and enjoying my chaos. <3 and thank you for the prompt! strap in....this ended up being way longer than I thought… - "Keep your eyes on me." genre: smut warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS GET LOST. barely any plot, just smut. inexperienced/virgin!reader, unprotected p in v (don't do this), oral (f receiving). -

Ever since your parents had arranged for you to marry a local blacksmith, you couldn't help but wonder about the wedding night, which was fast approaching. You didn't really know the man that well, aside from when he would come to bring your father various tools that had been commissioned. He was much older than you, and no doubt much more experienced in matters of intimacy, which made you a little nervous to think about. You had never done more than kiss a man, and that was only in an excited drunken state after winning a pub game. This is why you approached your good friend Kit this evening at his home, to nervously ask for his assistance.

Kit smirked, shaking his head. "Have I heard you correctly, darling?"

You blushed, wringing your hands out in front of you as you looked down at your feet. "Please don't patronize me."

He chuckled. "I'm not, dear. I'm just a bit surprised by such a request, is all. It's not every evening a betrothed woman knocks on your door asking to go to bed."

"Will you teach me?" You asked, shifting your weight to one foot.

Kit smirked, pushing his door further open and stepping to the side, allowing you to enter. He lead you to his bedroom, up the winding staircase. It was a large room with high ceilings and a canopy bed with red drapes. He had candles lit on his windowsill, along with various paintings of himself stacked haphazardly against the wall, gifts from admirers you assumed. You gently sat on the bed, as he poured you a glass of wine from the top of a dresser, handing it to you with a smile.

"I probably shouldn’t drink for this." You glanced at the glass.

He held it out to you still. "I think it may help." He motioned to your leg that was bouncing anxiously.

You nodded once, taking the glass and swigging some back. Kit poured himself a glass and walked over to come sit on the bed with you.

"So...why me?" He asked, taking a sip.

"Well, I've heard...talk...about your, should I say, social gatherings...I know you probably have a clear idea of what to do." You shrugged.

He hummed in response, grinning into his cup. You continued.

"I-it wouldn't mean anything. I just...want to know what it's like. I don't want to be surprised on my wedding night...and I trust you." You looked up to him with a gentle smile.

He set his glass down on a table nearby the bed, taking yours from your hand and placing it down next to his. He turned back to you, reaching his hand up to rest under your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Sweet, innocent girl...are you sure?" His eyes were soft and kind, but a glint of darkness.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

He smirked, the glint in his eyes growing darker. "Very well..."

Kit leaned in to close the gap between you, bringing his lips delicately to yours. His hand remained on your cheek as he brought the other to the small of your back. Your hands snaked up his body and around to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. His kiss grew more forceful and more passionate as his tongue asked for entrance at your lips, which you allowed. His hands began to roam about your body. You felt his fingers start to undo the buttons of your dress, the fabric getting looser on your body. Once he had gotten the last button undone, he pulled his lips away, looking at you.

"This can come off." He tugged gently at one of your sleeves.

You nodded, slowly pulling your arms out of each sleeve, standing up to let the dress fall to the ground, leaving you entirely exposed for him. He paused for a moment, staring, an excited grin just barely forming. You instinctively contorted your body, feeling shy and vulnerable, as no one had ever seen you like this before. Kit reached his hand out, taking yours, and pulling you back over to him.

"You are...exquisite. Never be ashamed of yourself." He looked up to you as you stood over him. "Now, you said you trust me, right?"

You nodded.

"Tell me to stop if you need, but continue to trust me as we go on, darling." He planted a gentle kiss to your stomach.

Suddenly, he brought his mouth to your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth, massaging with his tongue, as his thumb moved to massage the other. The sensation caused you to gasp, closing your eyes and rolling your head back. Your hands found their way into his hair again. You could feel yourself growing wet between your legs from this stimulation. Kit gave a light suckle to the sensitive pebble, causing you to moan, almost surprising yourself in doing so.

"Lay down." He nearly growled.

You silently climbed into the bed, laying your head on the pillows, as Kit climbed over you. His lips crashed into yours, hungrily kissing you. He moved his lips down to your neck, lightly biting and delivering kitten licks. You moaned again as he hit your sweet spot. He kissed dots down your torso, stopping just above your pubic bone before looking up.

"You still trust me?" He asked.

"I trust you, Kit." You breathed, your heart racing.

"Good. Keep your eyes on me." He smirked before dipping down and placing a kiss to your cunt, immediately followed by him licking a solid stripe through your folds.

You bucked your hips involuntarily, gasping as his tongue hit your clit. He looked up, locking eyes with you as he worked tight circles with his tongue. You didn't know what he was doing, but you didn't want him to stop.

“What…what are- mmm, you doing?” You managed to squeak out.

He withdrew his mouth, "I'm getting you ready for my cock, darling. This will help relax you so it won’t hurt.”

“It might hurt?” You questioned anxiously.

He placed a reassuring hand on your upper thigh. “It may feel a little odd at first, but if I do this right, and if your husband does it right, then it will feel really good.” He smiled before ducking down and going back to work.

You squirmed as he lapped at your clit, a rush of warmth spreading over you. You bucked your hips up into him, a moan falling from your lips as your head fell back.

“Eyes on me, okay? Eyes on me. I’m going to use my fingers now, alright?” He glanced up.

You nodded, aching for him to make contact with your desperate heat again. He brought his mouth back to your sensitive bud and gently eased his long middle finger inside, beginning to curl and thrust them. His eyes stayed fixed on you as you tried desperately to keep yours on his. Your mouth hung open as stared down at him, gasping and whimpering. He smiled against you as he slipped another finger inside curling them upwards to hit the spongy pad inside. Within seconds, you saw stars. Your body began to convulse as you clenched around his fingers, crying out his name as your head fell back into the pillows. Kit worked you through your orgasm, not withdrawing his fingers until your moans became quick mewls of overstimulation.

“Wow…” You panted. “Did I…?”

“Yes, you climaxed.” He smiled. “Are you feeling alright to keep going?”

You nodded. “Please.”

The word was laced with desire. He was your friend, but right now he was your lover, and you needed more, you needed to feel him inside you, more than just his fingers. He cocked an eyebrow as he smirked at your desperation, sliding off the bed to rid himself of his clothes as well. His hardened length in full view, already leaking precum from his tip. You stared in wonder, it was perfect. You hoped your soon to be husband looked like this.

Kit slowly crawled back on to the bed, coming to hover over you. You shared a momentary gaze into each other’s eyes, reaching up to snake your hand through his hair, pulling him down to crash against your lips. He moaned against them, grinding himself into your hip, as he moved to kiss your neck.

“Kit, please…I’m ready, I need you.” You begged.

“Listen to you, begging for my cock, when you’re about to marry another man. You little deviant…” He nipped and suckled just along your collar bone.

He pulled away, glancing down quickly to line himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he eased himself into your slick folds. You winced at the stretch, gripping his bicep as he slid in inch by inch. He quietly shushed and cooed into your neck as he bottomed out, giving you a minute before he started moving. As soon as he did, you felt the pressure of the stretch fading, being replaced by white hot pleasure.

“Mmm y-you’re so tight…” Kit whispered with a shattered breath. “You feel so good.”

He kept a slow and even pace, not wanting to overwhelm you. While it was slow, it was deep and sensual. Your nails were dug into his back as you babbled and moaned.

“Can you- ahh, mmm…oh Kit, faster!” You whimpered, feeling the familiar coil tightening in your belly.

“Shit…ahh, I…may not last if I- ohh- if I go faster.” He grunted. “You’re very tight, love…fuuuck…”

“Oh god, p-please Kit.” You babbled, feeling your walls tensing around him.

He picked up his pace, thrusting hard and fast. Guttural moans were pulled from him as he rutted against you. Your back arched, mewling breathlessly, and rolling your hips into him to match his rhythm.

“Yes! oh…oh god…you’re so good you’re so so-“ You were cut off by the wave of pleasure that crashed over you.

You clung to Kit, shuddering into him as you cried out. You were sure he would have marks along his back. He followed immediately with his own release, shuddering into you as well, his thrusts erratic and sloppy. His head fell into the crook of your neck, with hot breath hitting your skin as he breathed out his moans.

“Kit…oh, Kit…” You reached up to gently stroke his damp hair.

“Oh, darling…” He quietly panted, coming down from his high.

You both lay there for a few seconds, breathing in sync before he rolled over next to you. He looked over to you, smiling before pulling you into him, your back against his chest. He placed a gentle kiss to your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You did so well.” He nuzzled against you. “Do you feel less afraid now?”

A light chuckle shook your body against his. “I feel…like I may be marrying the wrong man.”

Kit joined in your laughter. “Well, if you find that your husband isn’t skilled enough to make you feel like that, you know where to find me, darling.”

[jcbbby]

Glad I could be here for your 500 followers party! <3

🖕: “Do you not love me anymore?”

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

I'm so glad you're here too bby! thank you so much for sending in a prompt to celebrate with me! <3 - "Do you not love me anymore?" Warnings: none! Genre: angst note: I am so sorry about this, I'll pay for your therapy bills. -

You sighed, staring at the empty place setting as you pushed your food around on your plate. Jamie had said he'd be home for dinner tonight, but for the third night in a row since he'd been back from the press tour, you sat alone, glancing at the time. It was already 8:30pm, and you hadn't hear from in in hours. You pulled out your phone, frowning at the sight of no notifications, but opened your text messages to send one to Jamie.

Hey babe, thought you'd be home for dinner. Made your favorite. It's in the fridge. I'm going to bed. xo

You clicked your phone off, and got up to neatly put the leftovers of dinner away in the fridge. You washed up the dishes and wiped down the counter before grabbing your phone and heading up to your bedroom. As you slipped into bed, you checked your phone one last time, this time a text from Jamie on your lock screen.

Hey love, I'm so sorry. Got caught up in the studio with a new idea. I'll be in late. Thank you for cooking, you're the best. Love you! x

You sighed again, placing your phone down on the night stand. As you laid in the darkness, alone again, you felt the thoughts creep up again. The thoughts that maybe you two were growing apart, that the spark just wasn't there anymore. He was never home lately, be it for work or with friends, you had been bickering over stupid things more recently, and sometimes it felt like you weren't even in the same room, let alone in a relationship. You loved Jamie, but there was just always a feeling of something missing lately, and whatever it was was making you unhappy.

The thought of breaking things off was Jamie made your stomach knot, but you felt like you were being weighed down by dragging this relationship out. You rolled over, staring at Jamie's side of the bed. It was as if each second passing that he wasn't there for drove the wedge even deeper between you. You squeeze your eyes shut, to beat the tears. Tomorrow you'd do it, like a band aid. You'd suggest that you go your separate ways.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and maple syrup. Jamie's side of the bed was disheveled, a sign that he had come home to sleep next to you at least. You got up from bed, quietly making your way downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight that greeted you was Jamie, in an apron, flipping pancakes at the stove, a rag hung over his shoulder. He heard your foot steps across the linoleum and turned his head, smiling as his eyes laid on you.

"Good morning, darling!" His warm voice chimed.

"Good morning... making breakfast?" You smiled slightly back, leaning against the fridge.

He turned back to the stove. "Well, I figure you made dinner last night. Breakfast is on me." He added the pancakes from the pan to a stack on a plate beside him.

He picked the plate up, bringing it over to place on the eat-in kitchen's countertop. He patted a barstool, signaling for you to sit there. Along with the pancakes on the counter, there was orange juice, sliced strawberries, and a pot of coffee next to two mugs. You went and sat where he had patted. He took off his apron, placing it along with the rag on the counter by the sink before coming around to take a seat next to you. It had to be now, or else you never would.

"Go on, then." He nudged you as he reached a fork towards the stack of pancakes.

"Jamie..." You whispered, staring at the pancakes, feeling like your heart could break in two.

"I tried a new recipe and I think they came out fluffier." He continued, grabbing a spoonful of strawberries.

"Jamie." You turned to him.

"Hmm?" He paused, turning to you.

"I...I think we should break up." The words fell from your mouth as if you couldn't keep them in anymore.

Jamie's face fell, his fork dropping on to his plat with a clink. "You what?"

You took a deep breath. "It's just...we never seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. I mean, can you remember the last time we went on a trip together? The last time we were together for more than a few hours at a time, despite living together?"

He shook his head. "No, it's just we've both been busy. It's just been a hectic last few months."

You let out a huff. "Jamie, it's been more than that... I just feel like for the last year we've been living separate lives. I think..." You felt your eyes stinging again, and glanced down to your lap. "I think it's time we go separate ways."

"Do...do you not love me anymore?" Jamie's voice shook.

You quickly looked up, his eyes also welling with tears. "Of course I do. I love you, Jamie." You grabbed one of his hands tightly. "I just...I don't think we're in love anymore."

Jamie took your other hand in his, holding them tightly, resting on his lap. "Darling...darling, please. If this is something I've made you feel, or-or if I haven't been a good boyfriend-"

You shook your head, letting the tears breach your eyes. "No, no Jamie. You've been wonderful. I mean, you made pancakes." You smiled, causing him to chuckle. "But-"

He cut you off. "Sweetheart, you make me so happy, you know that right?"

You nodded. "And you've made me so happy..."

Jamie's face fell again. "...but...?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"But...I haven't been happy lately...and I think we should just...be on our own for a while." The last word of your sentence dipped into a whimper as you buried your face in your hands.

Jamie leaned over you, taking you into a hug as you both wept together. You quietly muttered that you were sorry as you sobbed, as he whispered that it was okay. Even when you were breaking up with him, he was still the kindest soul. You felt him lean the other way, looking over to see him grabbing a napkin, which he handed to you.

"Thanks..." You rasped quietly.

He smiled gently, before taking a deep breath. "I...I guess I have been feeling how you've been feeling too." He sniffled. "I just was too afraid to talk about it."

"Yeah..me too. I didn't want to hurt you."

He shrugged. "I'm sorry you've been unhappy."

You nodded. "Me too." You looked down to Jamie's hand, lightly taking it in yours as it hung between you, giving it a light squeeze. "But thank you for the happy times." Your voice cracked.

He smiled sheepishly, eyes filling again. "I'll never forget them."

[jcbbby]

500 Follower Party Prompt Master List! here they all are together for your reading pleasure! endless thank yous to everyone who sent in a prompt to help me celebrate this milestone, and for everyone who has followed me and stuck around. I love you all so so so much and can't wait for the next milestone celebration for y'all! <33333

"I will always choose you." (Jamie- fluff)

"It's just a game, darling..." (Kit Marlowe- angst)

Helping Jamie through his addiction and recovery (angst/fluff)

"You can do whatever you want to me." (Henry/001- smut)

"You won't have to be afraid ever again." (Henry/001- fluff mostly)

"Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky." (Kit Marlowe- angst)

"Do you not love me anymore?" (Jamie- angst)

"Can I tell you something? I'm kind of scared of you." (Jamie- fluff)

"Keep your eyes on me." (Kit Marlowe- smut)

"I never loved you." (Jace Wayland- angst)

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" (Jace Wayland- smut)

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🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

yeah baby, we hit 500!!! to show my appreciation and thanks, let's have a little celebration event! :)

one of the things I’ve had the most fun with is my one sentence prompt requests. how it works is you send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I write something Jamie-related with it! these have ranged from short blurbs to full one shots, so let's all have fun with that! 4/18 through 4/25 I’ll be continuously taking one sentence prompts for Jamie and his major characters! :)

send me one of the following emojis and a line of dialogue/a sentence you’d like me to write into the fic:

🖤 - Jamie, fluff

👅 - Jamie, smut

🖕- Jamie, angst

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🕷️- Henry Creel/001, fluff

🕸️- Henry Creel/001, smut

🕰️- Henry Creel/001, angst

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📜- Kit Marlowe, fluff

🕯️- Kit Marlowe, smut

🪦- Kit Marlowe, angst

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🎹 - Jace Wayland, fluff

🍎- Jace Wayland, smut

🗡️- Jace Wayland, angst

once again, THANK YOU so much to all of you wonderful beautiful beings. I’m so glad to have you here. 🫶

[jcbbby]

🖕🖤

Reader helps jamie to deal with his drug/alchool addiction (kinda couterfeit!jamie)

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hello hello! thank you for celebrating this milestone with me, and for being here! <3 there's no sentence prompt, but I still hope you like this! I'm sorry this is a little short! - warnings: mention of alcohol genre: angst and fluff -

Counterfeit was on the road around the UK, touring in earnest for the first time. Jamie had invited you out on the road with them, not wanting to be apart for the couple weeks they'd be gone. You of course agreed, wanting to be supportive of his music. But you also wanted to be there as a support system. Jamie had quit alcohol just a few months ago, and you were admittedly a little nervous to have him go out on tour, playing mainly in bars.

The band was well aware of his teetotalism. They had all witnessed the deterioration of his mental health due to his excessive drinking. But you were wary about four young men active in night life being able to keep tabs on the one who wasn't.

They had just finished their third show, in Glasgow, and Tristan had suggested they check out a local bar that his friend had recommended. It was late in the evening now, most things to do were closed, but no one was tired so you all decided to check it out. Jamie had been getting a little antsy, having to be around intoxicated people as a sober one, so you gave a quick squeeze of his hand in support.

"Two waters, with a lemon, please." You smiled, ordering for yourself and Jamie at the bar.

You had promised him that you also wouldn't drink, so he didn't feel so alone. He assured you that you didn't need to, but you were happy to act in solidarity.

"That all?" The bartender asked in a thick Scottish accent.

"Yes, just the waters, thanks!" You smiled politely back as the bartended cocked an eye, but eventually turned to the tap to fill the glasses.

"Can I get a Heineken and two shots of Absolut?" Jimmy asked the other bartender next to the two of you.

Jamie watched intently as the bartender poured the shots and set them down in front of Jimmy. Within just 10 seconds, he had thrown them both back before the bartender could retrieve and open the beer bottle. You noticed Jamie's tense demeanor, handing him his glass of water.

"Hey, you alright?" You asked, lightly touching his shoulder.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine...just...wondering when it gets less weird to not drink in a bar." He chuckled.

You returned the chuckle, caressing his bicep. "It will eventually...do you want to head back to the hotel instead?"

He shook his head. "No, no. I ought to get used to this, right?"

"Okay, well...if you want to leave, just let me know." You smile, linking your arm with his, as you walked over to a small booth that the other bandmates had claimed.

As the night wore on, the rest of the band got progressively more intoxicated and lively. In contrast, however, you noticed Jamie growing more reserved and quiet. He alerted the group that he was heading outside for a smoke and got up from the table. You followed him out and found him leaned against the brick outer wall on the sidewalk taking a drag.

"Hey." You smiled.

"I can't take it." He shook his head. "I just need something. Like even half a beer. I'm so fucking painfully sober and they're all having a great time... I just... fuck." He took another drag.

"Hey, hey... it's okay if you're not ready to be around this yet." You leaned against the wall next to him.

"I just...I just wish I could control it. It sucks being the odd one out, you know?"

You nodded. "I know...but, you know, you're not alone. There are lots of people who have been where you have been."

He exhaled a puff of smoke. "Yeah... I just didn't know it would be so hard. I mean, I knew it would be tough. But, I don't know...it's just isolating."

"Maybe right now it does. But eventually, it will be your normal. You know, you don't have to go out to bars with the mates every time. You're allowed to say no thank you, and go eat snacks in bed with a cup of tea instead." You smiled.

"That does sound lovely, actually..." He turned to you with a gentle smile.

"What do you say we check out the room service at the hotel and see what's on local TV, hmm?"

He flicked his cigarette to the ground, snuffing it out with his boot. "Yeah, alright. Let's take this party back home." He winked.

Jamie texted the rest of the guys, letting them know that the two of you were calling it a night. You walked through the busy streets of Glasgow, back to the hotel. As planned, you both got into your pajamas and snuggled up in bed together. Jamie rang down to room service, ordering a kettle of tea and various snacks. The rest of the night feeling a lot less tense, and you couldn't help but beam with pride knowing that Jamie would be alright. He would find settle into his new normal just fine.

[jcbbby]

Congrats again, Lovely!!! Bloody thrilled for you! 💋

🪦 - “It’s just a game, darling…” (I am down the deepest of Kit rabbit holes right now…)

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

thank you so much, love!!!! :) I'm thrilled that you're here!! thank you for following and thank you for this prompt! I LIVE in a Kit rabbit hole tbh... <33 - "It's just a game, darling..." warnings: it's a little dark, and mention of a knife, but nothing really too bad. genre: angst

- "You wanted to understand my interests...if you can't handle it, then leave." Kit said coldly, turning his back to you as he returned his gaze to the cauldron that was spewing flame.

"No...no, I can handle it." You swallowed hard, stepping forward toward him.

You had wondered how you even got to this point. What started as a simple night out to the pub with Kit Marlowe had somehow devolved into this. He had been on a tangent about the occult and mysticism, something which had admittedly interested you, yet you could never quite shake the apprehension of getting into such hocus pocus. That is, until Kit offered to get up to something wicked that evening.

With a devilish smile and dark glint in his eye, he beckoned you with him from the bar to his home. Once arrived, he took you to a dark room towards the back of his residence. A room with a small table in the center, with a cauldron sitting atop it, and candelabras hung around the walls. A skull was perched on what looked like an altar on the far wall. Stepping through the threshold immediately sent a shiver up your spine; the air was unsettling.

Kit began by striking a match to light the candles, before tossing it into the cauldron, setting it alight. Flame crept up inside the iron bowl, slowly changing color from it's orange yellow hue to a bluish green before your eyes. Next to the cauldron was a long smoking pipe. He reached for it, placed it on his lips, and bent down to light it from a candle. He closed his eyes, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before slowly letting it out with a relaxed sigh. He held the pipe out to you, though you only stared at with with concern, which is what caused him to suggest you leave if you couldn't handle it. But you decided to trust him.

You took the pipe, inhaling deeply. You tried to hold the smoke in as long as Kit had, but your lungs gave way to an involuntary cough.

"You'll get more acclimated in time." He smirked. "Here, drink this. It'll help." He poured some wine into a nearby chalice for you.

You took it, and chugged some back to help with the pain in your throat. As you swallowed, you began to feel strange. Your body tingled, as if thousands of ants were swarming your skin. The lines and corners around the room began to soften into waves as you looked at them. Even Kit's face seemed different, like you could see the blood pumping through his veins under his skin.

"Kit...Kit, I feel strange..." You felt your grip on the chalice weakening before it left your hand and hit the floor with a clunk.

"Good." Kit smiled. "It's working. It helps with the ceremony."

"Ceremony...?" You questioned, trying to blink the strange sights from your eyes.

"Yes. Sort of, an initiation ceremony. Come, glance into the flame." Kit beckoned you next to him. "Look deep into the fire."

You timidly shuffled beside him, looking at him before taking a breath and turning your gaze to the flame. For a moment, you saw nothing. But the mystery substance invading your conscience started swirling images into the strangely color fire. You saw images of your nightmares, your fears, loneliness, death... You thought you heard a shriek come directly from the flame itself.

You stumbled backward, screwing your eyes shut, trying to squeeze out the images. A chair caught you as you fell back into it, trying to steady your breathing.

"Kit...Kit I don't like this!" You shake your head. You look up to him, chuckling, looking into the flame still. "Kit?"

He turned to you. His pupils blown wide, with a chesire grin. "What did you see?"

"I...I saw...horrors. There was...death...it was as if I was looking directly into hell." You rocked yourself back and forth in the chair as a means of self-soothing.

Kit laughed. "It's just a game, darling... Death, hell, heaven...a game. It's not real." He reached to the cauldron. "Shall we test the theory, hmm? If I just tip this over, and pour the flame into the room?

You shook your head, unable to move from your seat. The chemical in your system making your body feel heavy. "Kit, no!"

He maintained his smirk, slowly reaching then for a dagger placed on the table next to the cauldron. "What about a little bloodletting?" He held the blade to his throat.

"Stop it, you're frightening me!" You cried. "What is the matter with you?!"

He dropped the dagger on to the floor, slowly walking toward you. "There's nothing to fear in here, love. 'Tis not I you need fear." He lifted his pointed finger to your chest, poking the center. "But here...is where your fear should be directed. The heart can cause for some regretful circumstances."

You looked up to him, taking in the cold behind his eyes. You saw Kit for what he was: a hardened soul, who had no belief in anything, not even himself. You took his hand from your chest, gently cupping it in your own.

"I see you, Kit. You don't have to pretend to be stone. You are but human, and you are permitted to feel as such, to have emotion." You grasped his hand tighter.

He pulled his hand from yours. "I know what I am. And I know to find greatness, you must do so untethered." He turned back to the table in the room.

You got up from your chair, feeling more control of your body now. "Greatness is wasted with no one to indulge in it with. Once achieved, you revel in it alone. That's what you want?"

Kit took in a deep breath and took a moment's pause. "...yes, it is." He said, without turning to look at you.

Your eyes softened and your shoulders fell. "Well...then allow me to assist. Goodbye, Kit... I wish you success. May you find whatever it is you're looking for."

You turned to exit the room, walking through the corridor of his home, and out through the front door. Kit remained staring into the cauldron as the fire began to taper off and go dim. He felt his vision go cloudy, with a tear spilling over the edge of his waterline and staining his cheek.

"Yes...I hope I find it too."

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prompt: 🪦 like the brightest falling star burning across the sky

🎉 JCBBBY’S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY! 🎉

thank you for not one, but TWO prompts for this prompt party! <3 I'm so glad to have you here!! - "Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky." warnings: not really any? just more Kit being dramatic and emo genre: angst note: I'm so sorry this is very short! :/ -

"Kit!" You banged on the door of his home. "Kit, open this door!"

You had awoken that morning to the delivery of a letter, from Kit. Expecting a beautifully written poem of sorts, given your smitten exchanges over the last several months. However, upon unfolding the paper, your smile fell. It was a letter detailing how he believed you two should break things off, and that he was sorry for leading you on. Your heart sunk as he signed off his letter asking you to just forget him, as if it were so simple.

You continued banging on the wooden door, feeling your fists grow red with each furious rap on it. Suddenly, the door opened, your hand stopped short of landing another blow. There he stood in front of you, stoic but guarded. He leaned against the door frame.

"What on earth is this?!" You spat, waving the letter in front of his face. "Have you so little feeling for me? Was this all just a bit of fun for you?"

"Darling...please. Just go." He sighed, going to close the door.

You shoved your way through the threshold, defiant on getting to the bottom of this. "No. I deserve an answer, Kit. It was just two days ago we were dancing around giggling like children, and now you ask me to forget you? Have I done something to you?"

Kit walked toward his sitting room as you followed, letting the door shut behind you. He didn't answer as he made his way over to his desk, sitting in his writing chair. You stood a few paces from him, trying your best to maintain composure.

"Answer me!" You demanded.

He shook his head, not meeting your eyeline. "No, you've done nothing. You've been wonderful. The problem lies with me...you are not deserving of me."

You cocked your head back, letting out an exasperated huff. "I beg your pardon? Kit, you are a shining star, my love. Can you not see how passionate you make me?"

"Yes... a shining star. Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky... only to then fizzle out, spent and gone." Kit hung his head, before quickly turning it toward the fire. "You ought to leave."

"No, no. Kit, please...just..." You approached him, kneeling down in front of him.

You looked up to him with large, doe eyes, tears stinging them. You took his hand in yours, kissing it lightly.

"Darling..." He began, taking his hand to your cheek. "I am a like a belladonna flower. Tis nice to look at, but the demise of any who dares let it in."

"I care not! All I do care about is you. Why not let me decide my fate for myself?" You placed your hand over his on your cheek.

"I have caused many a person enough pain and strife to last them into the afterlife..." He lightly pushed you out of his way as he stood up and began walking to the fireplace. "I refuse to let another soul succumb to my impulsive temper, or my suggestive activities. You should leave now while you still have your wits about you."

"What are you even on about? Kit, you sound like one of your plays." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Do you hear yourself?"

He spun around, a scowl across his expression. "I am one of my plays, haven't you caught on? Tragedy, despair, pain. Where do you think I find inspiration?"

You were silent, unsure of how to reply. You shuffled on your feet, both holding each other's stare for a moment. "I...I just want to help you." Your demeanor softened.

"I did not ask thee for help..." He spat. "You would help me by leaving. Forgetting me. Moving on."

You felt your body tense, overcome by frustration. It was clear there was no getting through to him. "Fine. As you wish." You spun on your heels to walk back to the front door. After one step, you spun back around. "You might let yourself indulge in a happily ever after sometimes. Perhaps you wouldn't become so fizzled out, spent and gone. Goodbye Kit."

With that, you walked out the door, slamming it behind you. Kit sighed to himself, walking back to his desk. He sunk down into his chair and quietly picked up his quill. As he wrote, a tear fell from his cheek, darkening a spot on the paper.

[jcbbby]

I love all of you who have sent in a 500 follower party prompt!!!!! I'm getting started on them this afternoon! :)

500 Follower Party!

[jcbbby]

Today's the last day to get your 500 follower party prompts! :)

I've been having so much fun with these! I know I've been a little slow on getting them done, but I'm a little dumb and should have planned this for after this week since I have two live performances coming up this weekend so rehearsal has been taking over my free time, and some important job stuff that, again, knew was coming this week lol. but no matter! I'll be sure to get them finished by Friday for you beautiful beings. <3

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

yeah baby, we hit 500!!! to show my appreciation and thanks, let's have a little celebration event! :)

one of the things I’ve had the most fun with is my one sentence prompt requests. how it works is you send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I write something Jamie-related with it! these have ranged from short blurbs to full one shots, so let's all have fun with that! 4/18 through 4/25 I’ll be continuously taking one sentence prompts for Jamie and his major characters! :)

send me one of the following emojis and a line of dialogue/a sentence you’d like me to write into the fic:

🖤 - Jamie, fluff

👅 - Jamie, smut

🖕- Jamie, angst

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🕷️- Henry Creel/001, fluff

🕸️- Henry Creel/001, smut

🕰️- Henry Creel/001, angst

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📜- Kit Marlowe, fluff

🕯️- Kit Marlowe, smut

🪦- Kit Marlowe, angst

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🎹 - Jace Wayland, fluff

🍎- Jace Wayland, smut

🗡️- Jace Wayland, angst

once again, THANK YOU so much to all of you wonderful beautiful beings. I’m so glad to have you here. 🫶