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Logan runs into a certain passenger more than once. She gets under his skin.

A/N: I change POV’s based on vibes only so sorry if this is hard to read :( 

Word count: 3,427

It wouldn’t have changed a damn thing for him, had it just been that once. He’d have forgotten about her the very next day; his appreciation of both her silence and her relative sobriety level would have been no more than a fleeting observation. It would have continued on just the same. Dry heat, dust, drink, and a deep nothingness that blankets every second of every day. His life was never going to be fucking sunshine and rainbows; his DNA made damn sure of that. He bears it all for Charles- the monotony. The obnoxious passengers who reeked of drink more than he did; who slurred professions of love and insisted that, no, they did not need him to pull over, they hadn’t even had that much. He wasn’t sure who he found worse- the drunks or the socially inept who talked his ear off like he looked like someone who gave a shit. 

So it’s a relief when she slides into the backseat with mostly clear eyes and a small smile, meeting his gaze in the rearview. The smell of alcohol is faint, and though he’s parked outside a strip of bars at 11 at night, he notices the scrubs and the bag she tosses in beside her. He confirms her name and she nods with a soft “yes”. He waits until he hears the click of the seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, nothing but the radio and the hum of the engine surrounding them. She doesn’t tap away at her phone incessantly, feeling the need to feign busyness to fill the silence that is to be expected between two complete strangers. She just leans her head on the window, the bright lights of the nighttime landscape flashing across her face. He doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t ask him about his day or talk about how the weather is finally cooling down or something else equally as meaningless. He keeps his eyes on the road the rest of the drive, the same highway signs and landmarks he’s memorized fading in his periphery. 

It takes maybe 15 minutes to pull off the road into a small apartment complex. It’s dead silent at this hour, and she directs him to the left and points at a set of stairs beneath one of the light posts that actually works. “Right here is fine. Thank you-” she pauses and looks down at her phone, “Logan. I appreciate it.” He grumbles out a “sure” but her smile only widens before she pushes the door open and slides out. “Have a good night.” He nods at her and waits until she disappears up the landing and he hears a door close. It’s late, and he plans to drive another hour or two to avoid Caliban’s very personal questions and the concern in his voice for Charles that has Logan thinking back to a mansion filled with limp bodies and broken screams. He keeps driving. 

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Two Slow Dancers (Last Ones Out)

Rafael Barba x Reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a hospital setting, everything is very vague tho lmao

(this is a vent LMFAO)

((sorry not sorry <3))

She could smell the bourbon on his breath when he let her in. Her eyes tracked the way that his jaw clenched and then unclenched— something he did to calm himself down whenever he was on the brink of losing his composure.

This time was different though.

It wasn’t some insolent witness that was just getting on his nerves or a criminal that was too difficult for even him to handle. No. This was different. It was her that was causing him to act like this.

Only she could rile him up in such a way that he was itching to break something. Her and her eyes. Stoic and masked— he loathed to love her eyes.

“You promised that this guy wasn’t going to walk.” she reminded evenly. Rafael scoffed, meeting her gaze with a very specific kind of annoyance.

“Would you like to become the Assistant District Attorney and see for yourself what it is I have to do everyday?” The venom in his voice was clear as day.

“You promised—”

“I know what I promised.” He hissed, bristling anger she had already been trying to stuff down.

“If you would just—”

“Why so you can make me feel worse about myself?” Her mouth dropped open, face radiating nothing but heat.

“You promised—”

“Sometimes promises can’t be kept!” He shouted, cutting her off. The volume of his voice had grown to something that she had never heard before. Her eyes drifted from his screwed shut ones and down to his hands. The tremors were visible from where she sat.

Without saying a single word, she stood up from the leather chair he kept in the corner of his office and glided to the space right in front of his desk.

Right in front of him.

He still had his head down, his shoulders so tense that she was sure he was going to turn to stone. A knot formed in the middle of her chest, threatening to choke her from the inside out. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

“You,” He said roughly before taking a deep breath a meeting her eyes. The watery green almost knocking the wind out of her. “You are the single most important thing to me in the world.” His breathing was coming out harder than before. “Nothing else.” He waved a hand in front of his body, the other still holding him up over his desk.

“I-”

“Please let me finish.” He cuts her off again. She swallows thickly, but nonetheless nods for him to continue.

“I messed up. I got too close— too personal.” He admits. “When I saw him, all I saw was you in th-the hospital and I…” He breaks himself away from the train of thought forcefully.

“I fucked it and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for it. But I swear to God, hermosa…” the nickname springs tears to her eyes. “The second the chance is mine, I’ll take it. He’ll never see the light of day again.”

She nods, trying to blink back the tears.

“Can I go now?” She tries to quirk a half-assed smile. Rafael huffs a dry laugh but nods.

“You promised me that he wouldn’t walk.” She started off and Raf looked like he had just been kicked in the gut. “But that means nothing if you aren’t by my side.” She was glad that she was able to get that out before the tears that she had tried so hard to keep down fought their way down her face.

Rafael crossed to her in two strides, crushing her in a hug that could have fed her for a thousand years. One of his hands cradled her neck so carefully into his shoulder, while the other was wrapped firmly around her waist.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered into her ear, softly kissing her temple over and over again. “I’m so sorry.”

She held his face in between her hands and smiled sadly, but not a single ounce not loving. A single tear made its way from Rafael’s eye and down his cheek. She brushed it away, kissing the skin that it had touched. They were going to be okay.

#law and order special victims unit #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #x reader #svu fanfiction #angst #raul esparza

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I LOVE HIM

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he’s my boyfriend

@smallscreensource TV appreciation week: Day 1: Favourite Character — Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

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It was literally not at all necessary for Jamie to roll his shorts up like this. No one else was doing this

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saved you a seat - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

word count: 3.1k of pure fluff

a/n: no warnings for this one except language, obviously. i just wanted to imagine having a fluffy little coach trip with jamie tartt so i hope there are others out there who want to imagine the same. requests are SO open for jamie/roy/sam/ted please do send some ideas <3

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You weren’t quite sure how you’d managed to engineer this situation, but you were worried that if you thought about it too hard, you might end up losing it. Somehow, on a coach to Amsterdam, you’d ended up wedged between a window and Jamie Tartt and despite that being the stuff of nightmares only about a year ago, now it was something you couldn’t have hoped for in advance.

“I said I’d save a seat for ya, didn’t I?” he’d claimed proudly when you shimmied past him to sit in the window seat.  He’d been smiling hopefully at you as he patted it when you’d walked down the aisle of the coach. You’d thought you’d be sitting with Rebecca at the back until he’d tugged at your wrist to stop you in your tracks.

“To be totally transparent, I thought you were joking,” you murmured to him once you were settled, bag tucked underneath your seat, “You also said the same to Roy yesterday, and I heard you saying it to Sam this morning.”

“Yeah, but I was fuckin’ with them,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Besides, we have a whole conditioner campaign to plan, right? Now’s as good a time to start as any.”

You tried not to let your heart sink a little. Of course it was work-related. You’d just have to be happy with the grin he was sporting as he nudged your arm.

“You’re on,” you grinned back, then, with a show of boldness, “But only if you promise not to complain when I inevitably fall asleep on you later.”

If anything, his grin grows wider.

“Shoulder’s all yours, love. I’m told it’s pretty comfy.”

“Who’s told you that? Roy?”

He rolls his eyes, but it’s too fond. You busy yourself trying to manoeuvre your laptop out of your bag, but a hand on yours stops you in your tracks. When you look up, Jamie’s face is soft and he’s tucking your laptop away again.

“Relax. The coach’ll take hours yet. We can get comfy first, yeah?”

“You’re right,” you concede, shuffling into the back of your seat again with a content sigh, “Don’t know why I’m pretending to be eager to work.”

He laughs and you join in. You want to tell him he’s got a downright infectious laugh these days, because its lighter than ever and always filled with genuine happiness, but you don’t. Too much. Instead, you push up on the back of the seat in front of you to tap Dani urgently on the shoulder, then sit down quickly and turn a fake-reprimanding glance at Jamie.

“What is it, amigo?” he directs his question towards Jamie who’s looking incredulous, “Or are you playing a cheeky prank?”

You tut and sink further into your seat as you shake your head at Jamie. He begins to point at you, but Dani is already ruffling Jamie’s hair and turning back around as he mutters happily in Spanish. Jamie turns to you, brows furrowed.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, eh?”

You shrug, as playful as you can manage with your heart beating a little harder in your chest. He narrows his eyes at you, then settles into his seat, and you know he’s plotting revenge. You can’t wait.

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It’s been an hour and a half, and you and Jamie have been going back and forth almost the entire time, the very idea of doing any work on his new ad campaign buried in favour of having fun. Jamie had snuck your phone from your lap and prank called Ted who was sat at the back of the bus. You’d then somehow managed to do the same with Jamie’s phone, but decided to send a rather inflammatory text to Jan Maas, which was followed by a half hour argument between the two men that was incredibly entertaining.

Most recently, Jamie had made a terrible noise putting his mouth to his elbow and blamed it on you, but luckily Sam had seen him do it and you’d been able to clear your name. It had been a stellar effort though, so you were giving it some time before you found something perfect to retaliate with.

“Can I ask y’ something?” Jamie spoke suddenly, but his voice was softer than you’d heard it on the journey so far. You turned to him and nodded encouragingly, “I was jus’ sat here wonderin’ - and please don’t take this the wrong way - but why y’ decided to come with us? I’m happy about it, ‘course I am, but-“

“I get it, Jamie,” you said quickly, because you could see how much he was struggling. It was heartwarming how earnest he was when he’d said he was happy you’d come with them though, and you were fighting an urge to lean in and kiss his cheek to stop his rambling, “I’m not exactly essential personnel for a trip to Amsterdam.”

“Fuck, that’s exactly what I was tryin’ not to sound like - wait, y’ don’t really think that do ya?”

“Jamie, seriously, stop worrying! It’s sweet but so unnecessary. Hannah, you know the one that usually handles socials? She couldn’t make it so Rebecca asked if I’d fill in. I’m not one to turn down a free trip with some of my favourite people.”

His smile was genuine until the last sentence, where it morphed into something cocky as he puffed his chest.

“You wanna name any of those favourite people of yours?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you pretended to think about it. God, it felt like it would be so easy to admit that you’d jumped at the chance to come because you jumped at any chance to spend time with Jamie these days, but you couldn’t. There were hours of this bus ride left to sit in awkward silence if he didn’t take it well.

“Well, Ted’s gotta be right up there,” you began, shifting in your seat to look around the bus, “Sam, of course, and, god, Colin is a must. Rebecca, obviously-“

“No one who’s last name might happen to rhyme with a part of the body, or somethin’?”

You scrunch up your face in fake confusion. It’s easy to imagine doing this forever, just playing pretend with Jamie Tartt for the rest of time, and you’ll play along as long as he lets you.

“Ohhh you mean Jan Maas? Rhymes with ass, very clever. Didn’t know you were such a poet.”

“I dabble, me,” he deadpans, but neither of you can keep it up as you dissolve into giggles. Jamie pulls his cap further down his forehead to hide just how much he’s cracking up and you tuck your face down - no need to have the rest of the bus trying to get in on the joke. When you both calmed down, he turned, looking back up at you from under his hat, “Very quick by the way. Jan Maas, ass. You’re good, you are.”

“You’ve only just noticed?” you asked incredulously, intent on teasing him just a step further, but he takes his hat off to look at you properly when he answers, running his hand once, twice through his hair first, of course.

“Nah,” he replied, voice that soft whisper that you’d come to crave, “Y’ wanna know when I noticed?”

You swallowed thickly, leaning into him in the same way he had, all conspiratorial and close.

“I dunno. Do I wanna know?”

Jamie ignored you and continued, eyes flitting from your face to a thread on his joggers he was picking at.

“It was when I’d just come back to Richmond an’ everyone was mad at me. Rightly so, I know. But I was sat in me car, havin’ lunch cause no one would eat with me yet. You were walking past with Rebecca going to lunch and you waved at me, with this mad bright smile on your face y’know?”

“I may have a vague memory of that,” you said, as if seeing him alone in his car hadn’t broken your heart at that time.

“An’ then the day after, when you ate in your car an’ invited me to join. I knew y’ were only doin’ it for me, but I didn’t care. I jus’ remember being so grateful. So, so grateful. That’s when I knew you were…”

He trailed off, but he was stuck staring at your face. You could feel the heat sparking down the length of your spine as he seemed to search your expression for something. His own was unreadable.

“…good?”

It was like you had snapped him out of a trance and somehow you wished you hadn’t said anything.

“Good, yeah, that’s what I mean,” he murmured, then seemed to let that cocky mask fall back into place, “You wanna tell me when you realised I was good now so I don’t just sit here like a prick? Or, let me guess, you’re still waiting for it to happen?”

Despite the teasing tone, you somehow knew this wasn’t an opportunity to joke. There was a newfound vulnerability in Jamie that you were always careful not to tread on; it was such a welcome change after all.

“Nope, I know exactly when it was. I walked past the boot room one day, a couple weeks before we had that first lunch I think, and you were making sure things were tidy enough for Will to sort. There was nobody to watch you do it, either. I just knew that you were a different Jamie. That you were…good.”

Good didn’t cut it at all. You’d sworn then and there that you were going to help him find his way at Richmond whatever it took, and eating lunch in your car just so that he could join you a few weeks later felt like a good start. It had been. As Jamie worked to gain the love of his teammates, he had you as a constant sounding board, willing lunch partner and occasional movie night holder. He wasn’t invited over often, not wanting to seem too eager, but he’d never turned you down.

Yes, that was the moment you’d realised he’d changed, but there had been a million moments since that had turned him into the first person that came to mind when he’d asked you for your favourite person on the bus.

Now he wasn’t meeting your eyes at all, fully trained on that thread he’d been picking at. You sighed and flicked his hand to stop him ruining his favourite pair, and he finally looked up at you, wide puppy eyes that always made you melt when they showed up.

“You really mean that?”

Rather than replying, you hold out your pinky to him and watch his smile grow as he twists his own around yours. You let it linger then lean in to kiss your own hand and gesture for him to do the same. He does it so tenderly you think you’re getting lightheaded.

“Every word,” you assure him, settling back into your seat and untangling your hands from each other, “Now that I’ve been so nice to you, think I can cash in that shoulder offer from earlier?”

It was easier to revert to the easy banter than continue down this sincere path. And even though it was only just beginning to get dark, you couldn’t look at him any longer. Maybe if you were resting on his shoulder, you could grin for a bit without him wondering what was wrong with you.

He patted his shoulder invitingly and you snuggled down into it, until your cheek was smushed into his jacket and you could smell the cologne radiating from him. You threaded an arm into the crook of his elbow without thinking, just because it was more comfortable, but when you moved to take it away, he rested his hand on yours to keep you there. That same hand then came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, staying to cradle your head for a moment.

You held your breath.

He quickly thought better of leaving his hand there, squeezing your head for just a moment before dropping his arm back to his side.

It took a while to breathe naturally again, especially knowing he’d feel every painstaking inhale and exhale against him, and it took even longer for your eyes to close and to finally drift off.

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When you woke up again, you had to squint as your eyes adjusted to the almost total darkness of the coach. It had to have been a couple of hours. You wiped your mouth to ensure you hadn’t drooled on your very kind seat partner then risked a glance up at him without moving your head too much.

He looked asleep. His chin was tucked against the crown of your head, and his whole body was turned into yours in a way it hadn’t been when you’d fallen asleep. There was nothing that would make you want to move and disturb the moment, except for the unfortunate cramp in your neck you were simply going to have to stretch out.

You tried to gently ease your head out from under his but his eyes fluttered open immediately as he looked at you in concern.

“Y’alright love?”

 That voice. Huskier and broader than ever in its newly woken state. You smiled up at him and whispered back, noticing that the rest of the bus were either asleep or resting as you stretched your neck.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, sorry. You can have my shoulder now if you like, ‘s only fair.”

“Nah you’re alright. If you’re awake, I’m awake. What kind of seatmate would I be if I left you on your own, hm?”

“A normal one?” you offered, but he shook his head, holding a hand to his heart as if wounded.

“I will not have myself being described as anythin' but fuckin' extraordinary, please,” he insisted quietly, making you chuckle, “Did ya sleep well?”

“Very. Whoever told you that you have a comfy shoulder was annoyingly right.”

There was a note of jealousy in your tone that you didn’t expect to be there when you started talking. If Jamie noticed it, he didn’t say anything, even though you could have sworn you saw a smirk pass across his features.

“Well, I’ll let Colin know you agree with him,” he said matter-of-factly, and you wondered if he was telling you it was Colin on purpose. It was so difficult to second guess your every interaction with him, feelings getting stronger every minute you spent with him. Really, you were tired of it and tired in general and it was enough. Your usual caution had been left behind. You opened your mouth to speak, to maybe finally confess, but he was talking before you could begin.

“Actually, can I tell ya a secret?”

It took you a moment to recover from what you had been about to say and respond to him. 

“Uh…yeah, of course. Anything, you know that.”

“I do, yeah. Yeah, that’s part of it actually,” he was so in his head, but he was looking at you like he had earlier, searching for something. Nowadays, he looked so soft all the time, but there was a selfish part of you that hoped maybe he was especially soft with you, “It’s about what we said earlier. I lied to ya, and I’ve been fuckin’ kickin’ meself for it ever since.”

“You lied?”

“Yeah. I said the day we had lunch in your car was when I realised you were good. That’s not true,” he admitted, as if he was saying something shameful, “I already knew you were good, way before I was done bein’ a full-time prick. Anyone could tell you were good.”

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, in your throat, in your ears.

“That day in the car park was actually when I realised you were just…fuckin’ incredible. Like, the most beautiful person I know. Not just fit, I knew you were fuckin’ fit, I’ve got eyes, but like- y’ were just somethin’ else. You are somethin’ else. Special, like.”

You felt frozen in your seat. It was hard to tell with how 'Jamie' the whole speech had been, but you were pretty sure there was a confession in there. It didn’t sound like something he’d say to any of his mates. Still, you had to be sure.

“Sorry, Jamie, I might be being thick here but are you saying you’re like…into me? Like, romantically?”

You cringed instantly at your choice of words but he didn’t falter. This time, when he laid his hand over yours, he kept it there, stroking a steady rhythm into the back of your hand.

“I’m saying I’m into you in like…all the ways y’ can be into someone. I’m fuckin’ mad about you, Y/N. The only one who doesn’t see it is you, but you fell asleep on me shoulder and I was in fuckin’ heaven so I’m telling ya. Look, I’m not expectin’ anything-“

“Well, you should. Expect things, I mean,” you cut him off, because you can’t go another second without reciprocating, “I thought you saved me a seat to talk about your conditioner campaign.”

He scoffed loudly then glanced around to check he hadn’t woken anyone as he lowered his voice again.

“I couldn’t give a shit about all that,” he said as firmly as he could whisper, “I give a shit about you. A lot of shits.”

You let out a breathy chuckle as you reply.

“God, I give so many shits about you, Jamie. Too many shits. Have done for fucking forever, I was just about to tell you.”

“What, before I did?” he said, making a face, “As if I’d let you steal my thunder.”

You take an opportunity and a boldness you can’t help but seize as you take his face in both hands and pull it towards yours until you’re both a breath apart. He closes his eyes and pushes towards you but you keep him just a moment away, stroking a trail along one of his eyelids.

“Well I think you’re fucking incredible too. Prick,” you mumble, without any venom. It sounds like the most loving pet name in the world, the way you utter it for his ears only.

“Yours,” he counters quietly, winding his arms around your waist until he can pull you fully onto his lap and you have to bite back a squeal. You both glance around for onlookers and find none, “Think the coast is clear, babe?”

“Crystal,” you insist, surging forward to press a searing kiss to his lips, gratified when he responds just as enthusiastically, pushing back into you, both hands clutching at you like you were about to disappear any moment.

There were still plenty of hours left on the coach, however, and you were content to stay exactly where you were as long as Jamie would let you.

And there was no chance of him letting you go anywhere.

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DESIGNATED DRIVER - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you spend a night out before Jamie picks you up and takes you home.

word count: 800+

warnings: language, alcohol consumption

It was Friday night. One of your good friends from work was leaving which could only mean it was going to be a long fucking night out on the town.

You messaged Jamie to let him know you would be home late and not to wait up because lord alone knew what time you would actually be done.

Jamie: text when you’re done yeh? I’ll come get ya

You: don’t worry about it, I’ll take a taxi.

You smiled and pocketed your phone appreciating the thought but not wanting to trouble your boyfriend who was going to be up at 4am to start his daily workout.

It was the third bar of the night and you were about nine drinks deep and making merry with your workmates. Everyone laughed at the odd tales another colleague’s girlfriend brought to the table and reminisced about all the crazy nights they had had prior to this one.

One more stop, one more stop. It was your last drink of the night and you watched on as the group played darts. It had been a long one and you were tired. What you would give to teleport home and snuggle up to Jamie. You smiled at the thought although you knew the last thing you wanted to do was wake him when you got into bed that night. Poor thing definitely needed his beauty sleep.

Jamie: surely you’re done soon?

You: go to sleep babe, I’ll be heading home soon.

Jamie: don’t move a fucking muscle, I’ll be there soon.

You supported one of your managers in his quest to stay upright while the rest of the group finished their game of darts before everyone made their way to the nearby kebab shop. While you were hungry, a kebab just did not seem appealing. There was no way you would feel comfortable taking a messy kebab into Jamie’s expensive car. Even though you knew he would tolerate it for you, you were also well aware that it would hurt his soul if you got anything dirty.

You stood with the group as everyone took their time finishing their kebabs on the side of the road.

“What are you waiting for?” One of them asked as you stood without any food and had made no effort to hail down a taxi yet.

“My boyfriend is coming to pick me.”

“Ooooooh,” one of your friends teased.

You blushed. While it was common knowledge that you had a boyfriend, his identity remained a mystery to most. He never joined the merriment given his strict workout regimen and you never brought it up because the last thing you wanted it to sound like was bragging. Yes, most of your mates were guys and they were not going to ask to be hooked up with a soccer player but it still was not something you were going to openly advertise.

“That’s a sick car,” one of the guys commented as the flashy car you know so well made its way down the street.

“Well, that’s my ride,” you said as casually as you could while waving Jamie down to the surprise of the group.

“Holy fucking shit,” another colleague swore, “is that Jamie Tartt?”

You got in and gave Jamie a little peck before waving your final goodbye to some of the shocked faces. You felt bad that one of your best friends from work was going to have to field the questions but not enough to dwell on it.

“Do you work with any girls?” Jamie asked and you knew it came from a place of curiosity and not jealousy. Okay, maybe a little bit of jealousy.

“I do, they’ve already left.”

“Right, right. Drank them under the table, did yeh? How much have you had to drink, love?”

You slowly counted up the rounds in your head before responding with a sheepish “11”.

Jamie shook his head and laughed. Your alcohol tolerance was one of those things that surprised most people and while you were slightly embarrassed by its implications, you were also proud of be able to hold your own in a male-dominated team. Being able to drink your weight in alcohol meant you had been quickly accepted as one of the team and it made a chunk of your job so much easier when you were able to become friendly with most of your colleagues over a pint or ten. Whether that was fair or not was debatable but you felt lucky to benefit from it.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of water in his console and forced it into your hands.

“Drink up, we don’t want you too hungover tomorrow.”

You nodded and took a big swig of water, enjoying how refreshing the plain beverage was after a night of alcohol.

“Missed you tonight,” you admitted.

Sure, it was fun having a big night out with good friends but it did not always measure up to cuddling with Jamie on the couch after dinner while you watched some TV.

“I missed you too, love,” he said, looking over with a smile as you watched him lovingly.

“Can’t wait to cuddle when we get home.”

“Me too.”

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THE TWO TIMES THEIR RELATIONSHIP GETS EXPOSED AT WORK AND THE ONE TIME IT DOESN’T MATTER - JAMIE TARTT x OFC

summary: the two times their relationship gets exposed at ofc’s workplace and the one time she doesn’t care

word count: 3.3k

warnings: language and sexual references

1.

The first time Ashley’s work found out Jamie was her boyfriend was all Jamie’s fault. He thought he would surprise her at work like how she came by Nelson Road all the time. He thought it would be cute and maybe they’d have a good time in the printer room or something. He thought it would be fucking brilliant if everytime she had to print something out, she would remember his hands all over her.

Well, surprised, she was. Ready for office sex, she was not.

Jamie had decided to rock up to the branch. Ashley was busy with a client so he thought he would sit and wait only to be ushered into a private room by her manager, attracting hushed whispers and curious looks as he walked past.

“I’m sure he doesn’t bank here.”

“Why is he just sitting there waiting? Surely he’s got a personal banker.”

Jamie sat in the room, taking in everything about Ashley’s workplace. How unusual. Although, really, he was the one with the unusual workplace. Afterall, how many people in the world really kicked a ball around the pitch for a job?

“So, what do you think? We think we have all the products and offerings available to really support you in your career and life journey. I mean, I already support you. Big fan. Go Richmond!”

Jamie blinked when asked for his opinion, “erm, I’m here for Ashley?”

Her manager blinked at him blankly, “Ashley only banks businesses. She won’t be able to help you with your accounts unless you have a corporate entity?”

“Ah, yeh, sure, I’d like to see Ashley, please.”

Her manager furrowed his brows, “Any reason why you’d like to see Ashley in particular? I assure you that all of us at the bank will provide the same level of service.”

“She’s me girlfriend? I just wanted to surprise her at work.”

“Oh,” Ashley’s manager’s mouth made the shape but never quite made a sound.

“Right, let me get her.”

He left the room and Jamie could hear more hushed whispers outside before he heard the same quick footsteps that left his house that morning.

When Ashley ripped into the room, he knew he was not going to get to have fun office sex. Maybe, angry office sex?

When she sat down and glared at him, he knew sex was off the table.

“Why are you here?” She asked in a hushed angry whisper as she took her seat across the desk out of habit.

“I thought I’d come surprise you. Like when you come to Nelson Road.”

Ashley paused, taking a deep breath as she tried to dispel the rage she had felt when her manager pulled her out of her meeting.

“Jamie, I appreciate the thought and gesture but this isn’t like Nelson Road. I can’t have visitors coming in if you don’t have an actual business purpose to being here.”

“What if I have a corporate thing?”

Ashley smiled a little, “maybe if you have a corporate thing but you don’t and you’re not starting one so you can stalk me at work.”

Jamie looked disappointed and Ashley stood, moving to crouch down next to him so she could look at him properly.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. I know you meant to surprise me and I’m really happy to get to see you in the middle of my day but this isn’t how things work here. You can’t come again, all right?”

Jamie nodded and he stood, pulled Ashley up to standing as he did. He gave her a tight squeeze and a little peck and she squeezed back trying her best to convey how much she appreciated the gesture and assuage any guilt he might be feeling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

She smiled tenderly at him as she neatened his fringe so they were out of his eyes.

“I’ll see you tonight, yea?”

Ashley nodded, “see you tonight, Jamie.”

Ashley thought she had managed to do enough damage control when the whispering at work stopped. She entertained a bit of it at the start but eventually people moved on. Her boss still occasionally asked her about Jamie and Richmond but everyone else respected that it was part of her private life.

Then, one day, her manager asked if she could get an autographed Richmond jersey to auction off at a charity luncheon. While Ashley was reluctant, she found it a lot harder saying no to a good cause. On that note, she hoped Rebecca and Keeley would do her dirty work for her and turn it down so she had an excuse to get out of producing the jersey however unlikely it was. Unfortunately for Ashley, they had decided it would be a good publicity opportunity and handed over a signed jersey.

“Say it’s from anonymous.”

And while that was what was announced, the snickers and side glances from her colleagues gave her away in a heartbeat. Soon, Ashley had everyone and their mother asking her about her ties to Richmond.

2.

The second time everyone at work found out about Ashley and Jamie was an accident.

Ashley had changed jobs and managed to keep her relationship a secret. It’s not that she felt ashamed of Jamie but it usually invited more questions than she had the capacity to deal with. Having said that, life was comfortable and Ashley liked the comfort. She liked how cleanly she had compartmentalised her life with days at work like any other regular associate and nights in with Jamie, be it at her little apartment halfway between Richmond and London or at his fancy mansion.

Perhaps having such a seemingly perfect routine (to Ashley) lulled her into a false sense of security because when the subject of the charity gala came up, Ashley agreed. Jamie was initially surprised but when Ashley asked if she could dodge the red carpet, he laughed and agreed. He was just excited to be able to attend an event with Ashley and see her all dressed up.

It had been a calculated risk, Ashley knew, but she thought it would all be fine. And, it had been until Ashley exited the bathroom only to run face first into Molly Thomson, the office gossip.

“Ashley?”

“Molly, what are you doing here?” Ashley asked, paling a little.

“My parents are donors and Dad is overseas tonight so Mum asked me to come with her. I thought it was you earlier. Did I see you with Jamie Tartt?”

Ashley choked at her question. So, she had probably seen Jamie and Ashley acting chummy earlier. Ashley was not quite sure how to respond and looked up a little blankly at an excited Molly.

“Yea, he’s a good friend,” Ashley tried, knowing it was futile. Even if Molly had not witnessed anything particularly scandalous, she had a knack for spinning some great tales.

“Looked closer than friends, I’d say,” Molly winked before excusing herself. She walked past Ashley and went on with her night at the gala leaving Ashley an anxious mess when she returned to the table.

Jamie knew the moment he saw her that it had happened again and while Ashley threw back enough champagne that night to dull the headache that had been brought on from the Molly sighting, it had not been enough to tide her over the weekend. Jamie tried his best to alleviate her newfound work anxiety for the rest of the weekend but to no avail.

When Ashley walked into the office on Monday, she was met with wide eyes and hushed whispers. She sat at her desk and sighed, covering her face with her hands as she willed it all to go away.

“So, Jamie Tartt?” April from the Credit team asked excitedly, popping up next to her.

This was a bad dream that was not going to end.

When Ashley returned home that day, Jamie was unsurprised to find Ashley updating her resume as she started on yet another job search.

3.

The last time Ashley’s colleagues found out about her situation was definitely deliberate. Ashley had moved into a more senior, managerial role at a new company and had settled in as best she could. Everyone had been pretty welcoming which was a really great sign. But, some were a little overly friendly which was less great.

“I got you a matcha latte, your drink of preference,” Charlie offered with smile, setting the drink down on her desk.

Ashley looked up awkwardly. She knew what he was doing with all the dinner invitations and coffees. No matter how politely she declined, he persisted, teasing that she would agree one day. Even when Ashley had explained that she already had a boyfriend, Charlie was convinced that he was either fictitious or could not measure up. Otherwise, why did he never come for anything with Ashley when they had events? Surely, it’s because she was ashamed of him.

Then, there was even the time Charlie invited her to the football, insisting he had some of the best seats in the house. It took all the restrain she had for Ashley not to bite back with a “highly doubt it” as she rejected him firmly yet again.

But it had not fully sunk in that it meant Charlie would be there that weekend while she was cheering on Jamie, which was why she was startled when he called out to her as she made her way to her seat in the stands. While Keeley and Rebecca always offered her a seat in the box, her fear that the camera might pan over and she might be found out was always at front of mind.

“Didn’t take you for a Tartt fan,” Charlie remarked, gesturing to the name on her jersey.

“Yea, big fan.” Ashley shared honestly.

“Huh, who knew?” Charlie said before gesturing to his friend standing to the side of him, “this is Dan, he’s a good mate of mine. You’re here with your boyfriend? Is he a Richmond supporter too?”

“Yea, you could say that but unfortunately not. He’s working today,” Ashley offered easily, loving how little she was lying today.

“Oh, right,” Charlie smirked, “well, Dan’s a good mate of McAdoo. He’s got some inside scoop on Tartt, I think.”

“Oh?” Ashley looked up, slightly amused about what they might share about her boyfriend.

“Ah, yea. Issac said Jamie is in a committed relationship. Has a girlfriend, can you believe that?”

Ashley laughed a little, hoping it did not sound too awkward given the oddness of the entire situation.

“Yea, she must be fit, hey?” Charlie asked, nudging Dan to prompt him to keep going.

“Must be someone famous for sure. My cousin was interested in Jamie, she is proper fit… Runner up for Top Model and Issac said she was no competition for his girlfriend. Said, his girlfriend was a real sweetheart and so nice and that they were great together.”

“Oh, really? He said that? Wow,” Ashley said, trying to hold back a smile as she feigned surprise at the discovery.

“Yea, Issac wouldn’t say who though. Maybe Florence Pugh or something.”

Charlie laughed and the pair started speculating about the identity of Jamie’s girlfriend, unaware that the person they were discussing was the person standing right next to them.

It was unbelievably sweet of Issac to protect them as a couple like he did and for saying all that he said when neither of them were listening. It warmed Ashley’s heart that people like that surrounded Jamie and hence, her. The support and the love was just wonderful.

And then, Ashley had a realisation. Their relationship was not just theirs to keep a secret. Ashley spent time at Nelson Road with the team. She was a good friend to all and her doing that meant everyone was also in on their secret. Everyone had inadvertently also become their secret keepers and that just did not sit right with Ashley.

“Well, I have to get to my seat now.”

“Yea, go greyhounds!” Dan offered and Charlie smiled and waved as she walked away suddenly feeling the real weight of her decision to hide their relationship.

It took another two dinner invites and another invite to the football before Ashley moaned about it to Jamie. His ears prickled with rage and jealousy. How dare this guy hit on Ashley? How dare he not take Ashley’s no for an answer?

Jamie was fuming in the locker room.

“I can’t do nothing,” Jamie said in the locker room as he asked for advice on how to get the message across to another guy that Ashley was off limits without appearing at her work.

“Maybe you should send her flowers?” Sam offered.

“Or, fine wine?” Richard suggested.

“Yeh, yeh, not bad…” Jamie nodded and he was immediately onto ordering the most luxurious bouquets and hampers that he could find for her.

Which meant that Ashley was confused when reception called her down to pick up the three biggest bouquets she had seen in her life and two hampers of fancy chocolates and champagne. She had been so overwhelmed that Ashley had had to phone multiple colleagues to help her take it all to her desk.

With everyone standing around, curious about the sender, Ashley opened the card to feel both embarrassed and unsurprised to find Jamie’s name at the bottom of each of the cards in the biggest and boldest font. Ashley smiled at the heartwarming gesture which was such a Jamie way of telling Charlie to back off.

“Who are they from?” Brenda asked, squealing as she watched Ashley open a card.

Flushing the brightest shade of crimson, Ashley used the card in her hand to try to fan her face, “just my boyfriend.”

“How cute! Is it your anniversary or something?”

Ashley laughed and shook her head as she collected all five cards from the assortment of gifts that now overwhelmed her small workspace.

“LOVE YOU LOADS JAMIE TARTT XX”

“YOU’RE THE BEST! JAMIE TARTT XX”

“HAVE A GOOD DAY LOVE JAMIE TARTT XX”

Ashley slowly read through each card, laughing at Jamie’s adorable protectiveness. She looked over at Brenda who had rolled over from her seat next to Ashley and she knew Brenda had seen the name that was in size 144 font at the bottom of the card based on her stunned expression.

“Your cards all say Jamie Tartt.”

And for the first time in her life, Ashley spoke easily, “yea, my boyfriend is Jamie Tartt.”

“What?” Brenda screeched, attracting the attention of Charlie who had been bypassing their desks as he returned from a meeting.

Charlie took to joining the crowd who were now buzzing.

“What’s going on?”

“Ashley’s boyfriend is Jamie Tartt.”

“Hang on a minute,” an incredulous Charlie asked when he managed to push his way to face Ashley, “you’re dating Jamie Tartt?l

“Yes,” Ashley responded clearly, making eye contact.

“No way,” Charlie laughed like it was the biggest joke but his laugh was met by a grouchy Ashley pulling out her phone and flashing a recent photo of Jamie and her.

Charlie paled at the sight of the photo, “the girlfriend Issac was talking about… that’s you?!”

“Yea, Issac is such a sweetheart.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Ashley looked at his a little angrily, “why should I?”

Charlie grimaced, “I thought you were joking about the boyfriend thing.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Ashley said flatly, “I told you, I have a boyfriend.”

“You didn’t tell me it’s Jamie fucking Tartt!”

Annoyed, Ashley stood, causing Charlie to take a step back. She absolutely hated making a scene but this was not her fault. It was Charlie’s. Maybe a little bit of Jamie’s fault but mostly Charlie’s.

“Why does it matter who my boyfriend is? I wouldn’t go out with you anyway. You don’t seem to know how to respect what I have to say, so why would I?” Ashley glowered, picking up her empty tumbler for a trip to the pantry for a refill.

After gathering herself, Ashley sat back down at her seat, ready to attempt with work. Some people had the decency to pretend that nothing had happened but a good number were in awe. And then, there was Charlotte who was Ashley’s closest friend at work.

“Word on the street is that your boyfriend is Jamie Tartt. I assume we are going to need to go grab some a hot drink so you can catch a breath?”

“Yes please, thank you,” Ashley sighed, grabbing her purse and heading out with Charlotte who provided a little safe space for that hour or so for Ashley to get everything off her chest like how she had looked for a new job everytime she had been outed in a workplace because she wanted to be taken as more than “a footballer’s girlfriend”. She feared being put in a box and having her promotion opportunities restricted because people expected her to quit but Ashley was tired of it. Ashley was tired of keeping secrets and making others keep her secrets.

Besides, things were different now. Ashley had worked her arse off to get herself into a position that proved she was more than serious about her career regardless of what she had going on in her personal life. Ashley knew she had a voice that was worth something in the workplace unrelated to who her boyfriend was.

Charlotte nodded, “it sounds like you’ve made your decision so put on your big girl panties and show them what’s what.”

When they returned to the office, Ashley’s energy had markedly changed. The confidence and boss energy radiating off her as she sat down at her desk and let all the looks and whispers roll off her back.

Things calmed down a little and by Friday, it seemed almost like everyone had known forever. Charlie was still sulking around the office but that was definitely a him problem and not an Ashley problem.

“We are going for drinks tonight at the usual, you joining?” Brenda asked Ashley sometime in the afternoon as work slowed down.

“Yea, why not?”

Ashley could really use a drink or two after the week she had had but also, it seemed like as good an opportunity as any. A nice casual setting and on such short notice, hopefully that meant no one could get too weird about things. Ashley shot off a text to Jamie asking if he was free and smiled at the thumbs up reply.

Ashley held her pint nervously, watching the door for a familiar face. She was halfway through her second pint when Jamie entered, looking a little confused when he spied Ashley alongside her colleagues. Ashley rushed over, holding his hand as she dragged him over to her colleagues.

“This is my boyfriend, Jamie.”

Jamie looked at her curiously. All Ashley had said was to come grab a drink with her, he had not been prepared for the occasion.

Jamie wrapped his arm around Ashley, leaning in to check if she was feeling all right but Ashley piped up before he had a chance.

“I’m sorry I hid you for so long.”

“You’re okay with everyone knowing?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed, not fully believing her so Ashley decided she would elaborate. Perhaps context would help him out in this situation.

“I was scared before. I didn’t want people in my industry to look past me for opportunities because of who my boyfriend was but I think it’s okay now. I might not be a CEO or CFO but I think I’ve reached a point in my career where I’ve proven enough about myself. And for the people who don’t think so…”

“Fuck them,” Ashley and Jamie said in unison with a smile.

Jamie leaned in, kissing Ashley on the top of her head lovingly, “thank you, it’s going to be great.”

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A Completed Series

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you’re publicly feuding with.

Warnings: Lots of cussing. Some angst. Some fluff. Enemies to lovers

A/N: I’ve never written for Jamie before so i hope I do him justice. Enjoy! :)

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Day 3

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Could This Be | Masterlist | j.t.

A Completed Series

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about..

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: Back again with my favorite idiot boi. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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Chapter One

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Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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As the Rain Passes By

John Pruitt/Paul Hill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.6k

“A bit sad for my taste, but still intriguing.”

“John….” Your voice called out to him, sweetly and calmly. “The rain isn’t going anywhere.”

John’s slender, tall frame shifted his weight to his right side as he continued to watch the droplets of water gravitate from the sky that was painted one shade of gray. The rain beat down on the roof, plummeting harder as it created a monotonous drumming noise against the house. There wasn’t an ounce of sunlight to be seen, any source of UV rays being masked by the overcast clouds of the ongoing rainstorm that was scheduled to last through the end of the week. The weather prediction was seeming to be true, because it had been nearly three days with nothing but straight rainfall.

“I know. I’m just watching.” He remarked, his hands shoved into the pockets of his blue jeans to match his casual demeanor.

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Roller Rink Love

Summery: Cute first meet between Eddie and the gorgeous roller rink employee who doesn’t laugh at him when he nearly busts his ass

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

wordcount: 3k

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‘This is fucking ridiculous Henderson, do you even know how to skate.” 

“Relax, it’s gonna be fun, and besides, we get in for free because the lovely manager adores me. I’m her favorite.” Dustin had spent the whole week begging Eddie to drive him and the younger teens to the skating rink. Not only because his van was the only car capable of holding all of them, but also because it was the only vehicle that could comfortably hold Max’s wheelchair. After the rough year they all had, the curly-haired kid wanted to plan an outing that everyone could enjoy, and what better than an all-paid trip to the roller rink? 

‘Ritchie! How are you doing buddy, how’s the girlfriend? They are all with me, so if you don’t mind getting us those free tickets…’ Dustin practically shouted towards the tired employee sitting behind the front desk. He’s become a regular, often spending days here doing homework or just hanging out when he had free time seeing as his old babysitter now worked here. This allowed Dustin to form small connections with all the older workers. It seemed he had a knack for collecting older siblings like they were Pokémon cards. 

‘You’re really pushing the limit with this many visitors Dustin, you know we can’t keep giving out free visits like this. Marty’s gonna have a fit.” 

That didn’t make the young boy feel any sort of remorse, with a cheeky smile he pushed through the double-doored entrance to the main area of the facility, not before throwing a quick “Take it up with y/n!” 

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I Heard Love is Blind (Matt Murdock x f!Reader)

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A/N: Soooo sorry this took so long. I’ve taken the last week off from writing to travel for the holidays. As for this fic, I’m well aware that this isn’t how visual impairment typically works but being that I’m writing in a universe where superheroes exist, I’m asking y’all to suspend your beliefs for a few minutes. The end of this fic was just a little fun idea that I had as I was writing it. It's short and sweet (around 1.3k words). I hope y’all enjoy!

Request: Hello! So, the reader is becomes blind because of a disease or something... whatever... and she in hospital room with matt with her, then doctor comes and tells them she cannot be able to see ever again. She doesn't want to cry while matt is there because she thinks he can be offended or something, but she cannot help herself and matt tries to comfort her? What do you say?

Summary: Matt helps you sort through your feelings after you have an accident and lose your sight. You struggle with opening up to him fully because you don’t want to hurt him.

(Warnings: female!reader, references to (but no detail of) an accident, newly visually impaired reader, angst, soft!matty, protective!matty, references to a possible female daredevil towards the end)

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was an accident, really, but the overwhelming feeling of dread hadn’t left your system since you’d been hoisted into the ambulance that brought you to the hospital. Matt was right behind you, of course, arriving at the E.R. entrance at the same time you did, lurking in the corner of the hospital room as doctor after doctor examined you.

You couldn’t help but jump when a new set of hands began to poke and prod around your eyes. You couldn’t see them, hadn’t been able to see anything since the accident, and they didn’t announce themselves. Or maybe they did, and you weren’t listening. You didn’t know. The world around you had become a blur of noises, an overwhelming rush of sensory overload that you were too exhausted to try and figure out.

Your name had been murmured by countless doctors, but your ability to respond was muted by the pounding of your heart in your ears. A firm, warm hand rested on your shoulder, and Matt’s cologne wafted into your nose. The outside world once again became background noise as Matt lightly squeezed your shoulder. You had the sudden urge to giggle at how backwards this predicament was. Normally, it was you grounding him when the noise became too much to bear. Now, he was fulfilling your position – providing a distraction to focus on until everything – the world, it’s chaos – settled.

“No pupillary response.” One doctor muttered in a melancholy, but professional tone. The scribble of a pen on paper sent goosebumps down your spine.  

When the words “possible permanent blindness” passed through hushed whispers around the room, you didn’t flinch, all too aware of the blind man you’d fallen in love with sensing your every move. Your lack of reaction was cause for concern from everyone in the room, most of all Matt, who hadn’t uttered a word since the accident.

“Can she have a second?” He murmured softly, ushering the nurses and doctors out of the room faster than should’ve been possible. He always did have a way of making people do what he wanted them to do, though you didn’t think he was aware of the effect he had on people. Not completely, at least.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in your ears, and you got the sense that every bad feeling you’d been ignoring since this began was about to force its way out of you. Matt’s sigh as he sat down next to you snapped you out of it, and you blinked away the tears that had begun forming.

It wasn’t fair to cry over this in front of him. You shouldn’t be mourning the loss of something he had lived without since he was a kid. Not in front of him, at least.

“You’re handling all this remarkably well. Better than I did.”

Matt didn’t say this with malice or malcontent. Rather, an astute observation on his part. Almost entirely lawyerly if you had to pinpoint his tone.

“You were nine, Matt, and we don’t know that it’s permanent.” You muttered, the first words you’d spoken since you’d lost the ability to see.

“Still.” You felt him shrug. You reached out your hand, feeling around the sheets until your fingers met the skin of his wrist. He didn’t miss a beat, intertwining his fingers with yours as soon as your skin met his. He lifted your hand, planting a small kiss on your knuckles.

“You’re allowed to be upset about this.” He mumbled against your hand. “I can feel the energy in you. Let it out, sweetheart.”

“Matty, I can’t just– It’s not fair to you that I– It wouldn’t be right.” You groaned, blinking back the fresh wave of tears trying to force their way out of your eyes.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Even if it’s not permanent, this is still a big change for you. You’re allowed to mourn this.”

A few tears escaped as he spoke, and the only thing keeping you from furiously wiping them away was Matt’s hand, already there, softly stroking your cheek as you tried your hardest not to fall apart in his hands.

“What if it is?” You mumbled, sniffling.

“What if it’s what?” He asked, ghosting over your eyelids with his thumb.

“What if it’s permanent, Matty?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore. Furious tears cascaded down your face, and you let out an ugly sob as you revealed the horrible thoughts you’d been trying so hard to hide.

Matt allowed you to sob into his chest, cradling you against him as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. His dress shirt, the one you loved so much, the one he wore to work today because you wanted to see him in it, was soaked with tears before he finally spoke.

“It’s not fair that you’re going through this, sweetheart. I’m so, so sorry. I wish I could change it. But I know you can handle it, okay? You’re strong enough to do this, and you’ll have help. We’ll figure it out, baby.”

You nodded into his chest, unable to form a coherent sentence in response.

“Sweet girl,” Matt cooed, kissing your hair, “You don’t have to hide how you’re feeling from me, ever, okay? I know it’s frustrating – trust me, I know better than anyone what you’re going through right now – but it does get easier. I promise.”

You wiped the tears from your face, careful to avoid your eyes. Goosebumps bristled on the back of your neck when the sound of a car horn loudly echoed in your ears. You couldn’t keep your hands from clamping over the sides of your head in response.

“The world is so loud, Matt. I don’t know how you handle it all the time.”

Matt lifted your hand to his face so you could feel the indents of his cheek as he smiled.

“You get used to the noises after a while. They become a sort of…white noise, I guess you could call it. Is the beeping of the heart monitor bothering you?”

“No, it’s the cars. This city is so loud.”

Matt stiffened, tightening his grip on your hand.

“What do you mean?” He asked, breathing into your palm.

 Another loud honk blared in your head, and you couldn’t stop your body from cringing into a ball.

“Don’t tell me you can’t hear that.” You mumbled, shaking your head to try and rid the echo of the horns from your ears.

“No, I can hear it. How are you hearing it? We’re on the 18th floor.”

“What?”

It was your turn to stiffen. You didn’t quite understand the curiosity in Matt’s tone. You weren’t entirely sure you believed what he might be implying. You cocked your head to the side, mimicking the thing you’d seen Matt do a million times when he was trying to follow a specific noise, and focused your attention on Matt.

He was at least a foot away from you now, pacing across the floor. You couldn’t figure out how you knew he was pacing. You focused on the way his shoes tapped on the linoleum floor, the way his hands fiddled with his cane, tightening and untightening in a rhythmic dance, the way his heart was pounding in his chest, even though there was no possible way you could actually be hearing his heartbeat from this far away.

“Matty…” You murmured, lifting your hand from its place in your lap and reaching towards him.

“Yes, dove?” He asked, clearing his throat. He was closer to you now, and for the first time since your vision had gone, you weren’t surprised when his hand grasped yours. It was eerie, knowing where he was even though you couldn’t physically see him in front of you.

“What’s going on?” You asked, tightening your grip on his hand. He reached his other hand towards you, brushing his knuckles across your cheekbone in a soothing motion.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but we’re going to figure it out, okay?” You nodded, leaning your head into his hand. “Okay, Matty.”

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we’re all pretty bizarre. some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.

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BILL PULLMAN in WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING 1995, dir. Jon Turteltaub