#new layout btw IDK HOW THIS LOOKS ON PC DUDE

[harvardhaugland]

stubborn kiss - jamie ♡

a/n: originally an oc fic ive repurposed into a reader insert cuz why not! i really do want to bring this account back so just a quick cut n dry non-proofread fic. :) feel free to send me requests/prompts, im also open to do nsfw drabbles now! especially for sf6 because its what i currently like. :P

this is my very different outlandish interpretation of how jamie shouldve reacted to the bao bro sticker grrrr side note.. u r jamie’s first kiss in this :3

Jamie is always mean to you. Of course he never means it, at least you don’t think he does— but for the most part, he treats you like.. a stray dog that just keeps coming back for more treats.

You’re determined, incessant, often headstrong. You reflect Luke’s fighting style— and personality, even. It’s jarring for him to see you.

But he can’t keep his mind off of you either. When you’re back at it again, climbing up to the rooftop, out of breath, he’ll notice more wounds on you. New ones that he’ll take note of. Small bruises, cuts, or scrapes from previous battles. From roughing up all those box-headed ruffians in the slums of Hong Hu Lu.

Jamie likes to check out every inch of your body that way, eyeing your curves, or the shape of your face— sometimes even small insignificant things, like the wrinkles on your face when you smile after every new move he teaches you.

“Here you are again.” Jamie rolls his eyes. He looks expectant of you, waiting for those same questions about his drunken fists to pop up again— but instead, you extend your hand out to reveal a vinyl sticker of the iconic Bao Bro mascot. It’s a niche gift, and to think you’d ever give him a gift of all things? He starts to feel a little flustered at the act. There’s an obvious flush on his face that doesn’t seem to be caused from drinking for once.

“You’re so..” he clears his throat, “Ridiculous.”

“You don’t like it?” you look confused, a genuine expression of sadness threatens to curve on the corners of your lips, “I mean, if you tell me what you like I could buy something different next time..!” you offer, “I dunno about now though, I’m short on zenny—“ you show a look of embarrassment. Weaving through your wallet for any sort of coins left, to no avail.

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Sheesh.” he bites the tip of his thumb, looking away from you with a certain thought on his mind. Jamie’s face grows redder by the minute and it’s obvious he’s thinking of what to say to you.

“You’re just.. too sweet. Damn you.” he says. It makes him feel awkward. You make him feel awkward! God, he was doomed, “You’re making me feel like I should start buying you gifts now.”

“What? No. You don’t have to do that. You’re already working to train me, isn’t that enough?” you’re a bit puzzled by him. It felt like Jamie was holding back some sort of unbridled rage or new insult to hurl at you with the way he seemed so taken aback by a sticker.

“It doesn’t even warrant you to be spending money on me.” he tried to reason, but you’re very insistent on it all. Jamie knows you’re just about as stubborn as a bull. So he takes a deep breath, looking you in the eye, stern, “Seriously. Bro. What the hell should I do for you to return the favor? Don’t say something dumb like— “training me” either, alright?”

You’re feeling put on the spot right now. Jamie’s seriousness is pressuring you, he leans forward with his hands on his hips, lazily resting his hip on one leg.

You have to work yourself up to say this. It’s a crazy, impulsive and solely self-indulgent request and it’s the only one you could think of.

“..A little kiss?” you ask, you’re voice grows quiet, coy in stance.

Jamie is hesitant. His face only a mere inches away from yours, it’s all a staring contest until he suddenly grips his hands to both sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your lips to pucker. Slowly, he leans in for an awkward kiss. Firmly planting his face against yours.

It’s uncomfortable and Jamie is seemingly inexperienced with the way he has his eyes squeezed painfully shut— sweat running down his forehead with the tips of your noses mashed together, making this whole thing seem comical when it shouldn’t.

He’s unsure of when to let go of you until the deafening silence starts to get to him and you hold his shoulders. He’s quick to pull away from the “kiss”.

Jamie crosses his arms and looks away from you, you’re a bit shocked for the moment, almost just as flustered as he is— stuck to the fact that he did it with very little hesitation, considering how he usually treats you.

“There.” Jamie pouts, “You got your kiss. Happy? Now, uh, you can stop.. wastin’ your money on me.” the same awkward flush of embarrassment he had before stays even after.

“Thank you.. teacher!” you exclaim, flapping your hands excitedly, bouncing up slightly, you’re giddy. Geeking out as if you’re a fan of a celebrity— Jamie just wishes you would leave him alone now. His unconscious crush on you continuing to egg on as he feels almost accomplished for kissing you, you seemed not to complain about it either.

He adores you, he would never tell you that straight-up. He’ll deny it as much as he can— but he has a genuine soft spot for you.