𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒a jamie tartt oneshot ﹒ ᶻ ᶻ
𝐚/𝐧: another fic for my precious boy <3 sorry i’ve been so inactive atm, school’s an ass. but i’ve got some fics planned, so hopefully i’ll find the will to finish them soon. enjoy lovelies xxx
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in which: waking jamie is a task not for those faint-hearted
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: r&b - english teacher
the sunlight trickled through the window of your apartment, past the curtains and softly draped across jamie’s face. his hair fell across his forehead, the blonde walnut mist strands shining in the morning light, his enviously long eyelashes tickled his cheeks.
he looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to his usual expressions.
gently, he pulled the blankets up to his chin, snuggling further into his pillow. he let out a soft, content sigh.
suddenly, the annoying beep beep beep of his alarm came from his bedside, and interrupted your almost ethereal view of your boyfriend.
he let out a sudden snore, as he turned over.
the beeping continued. you were this close to throwing a nearby shoe at the alarm if jamie didn’t wake up soon. he let out another snore, and turned back to face you.
without opening his eyes, he frowned, and pulled the blanket over his head. you leant over him, turning off his alarm, disturbing him as little as possible.
you moved back under the blanket, before whispering, “oi.” you pulled the blanket back down, past his chin. “sleeping beauty.”
jamie frowned at the light, and the nickname, but his eyes flutter open. his big, blue eyes looked up at you, before he whispered,
“let me sleep.”
his voice was deep and huskier in the morning, and his accent was noticeably stronger. and god it was hot.
you shook your head softly. “you’ve got training this morning. besides, it’s already 9am.”
he let out a dramatic, peeved huff. you raised an eyebrow at him, but he grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it.
you should be used to this. you’ve lived with him for 4 months now. but you’re not. and even after every morning, it doesn’t get any less cute.
“c’monnnnnnn jamie,” you said, attempting to snatch the pillow from under his face, but to no avail.
he looked up at you, feigning innocent sadness.
“tell ‘em i’m sick.” he pouted at you.
you frowned at him. “i’m not lying to the team for you.” you lie back down, looking up at the ceiling. “anyway,” you start, knowing the trick.
“if you don’t go to work, then you won’t get kisses.”
his eyes widen almost comically as he practically jumps out of bed. “i’m goin’, i’m goin’, i swear!”
you chuckle a little as you watch your boyfriend hurriedly put on his clothes, and throw on a hoodie.
“shit and piss!” he yelled suddenly, after kicking his toe on his cupboard.
you chuckled again, and he threw a sock at you. you threw the sock back at him, pulling the blanket over your face in protection.
“ah, ya sneaky bastard.” jamie said with a grin, now dressed. he pulled the blanket back down past your face, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “see you later, love.”
you grinned a little, as you grab his face before he can leave, planting a more passionate kiss on his lips. “bye.”
after all your months together, jamie still blushed at your kisses. “bye.” he said, with a little dazed smile as he headed out of your bedroom.
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