Cookie's Your Man

𝓼ummary. you’ve been completely smitten with each other since secondary school, and now, the love is still there as if you were kids all over again.

𝔀arnings. none just fluff <3

𝔀ord count. 796

the car!jamie cook x reader

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOUR FRIENDS AND HIS DIDN’T THINK you’d last, nobody had faith in the both of you; which was completely understandable, knowing Jamie. He wasn’t one to commit, but that changed entirely when he met you. You both still remembered the day as if it were only yesterday. The first moment they met wasn’t special, not at all, but it was engraved in your heads nonetheless.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Is this chair free?” Your sweet voice had asked, making his head turn up from his notes. The teacher hadn’t come in and he was debating whether or not he should lie to the girl, if he said yes, he’d have to sit with her for the rest of the year, and what if she were annoying? What if she was pathetically stupid that she’d keep bombarding him with questions just because she hadn’t listened to the teachers instructions? His body seemed to act first than his mind, and he nods. “Yeh, it’s free.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Thank you.” She nods in gratitude, and she smiles, before placing her bag on the floor, letting it lean against the leg of the table, and she pulled out her chair and sat down, and for some reason, he just watched her. You couldn’t quite tell his expression, was he visibly judging her, or admiring her beauty? He didn’t know himself. He just lets out a huff, and turned back to his notes, the teacher was going to come in a couple of minutes, and he didn’t want to be caught slacking staring at the new girl…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You absolutely hated me.” You laughed at him as you leaned into his shoulder, and his arm subconsciously wraps around her, and he lets out a chuckle. The both of you sat on the couch of the band’s dressing room, he was exhausted after the show, but speaking with you has always made his day, no matter how exhausted he felt. “Nah, I didn’t, or well..” He snorts as he rubs his palm against his jaw, his stubble prickling him. “I was worried about wha’ ya’ might be like, was worried I might be stuck wi’ a freak for the rest of the year.” He chuckles.

“And..?” You smile playfully, lifting your head up to look at him, and he grins at you, before pressing his lips against your forehead. “And… eh, you were a ‘lil bit of a freak..”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You swatted his arm, resulting in him letting out a loud laugh. “I’m messin’, love!” He chuckles, his grip tightening around you as he presses another kiss against your temple. “I fancied you the second I laid my eyes on you, although it didn’t look like it.. I promise you, I’m tellin’ the truth.” He smiles.

“You weren’t like any of the birds in school, you were kind-hearted, and when I told ya I wanted to form a band with me friends, you didn’t laugh at me like others did, you supported me.” He leans in, and instead of kissing you on the forehead again, he pulled you in close, and then pressed his lips against your cheek, his lips trailing to your neck. “I love you so much, love, and I couldn’t ‘ave done it without you.” He murmurs, his voice reverberating against your skin.

“Aw, Jamie..” You murmur, your gaze softening as you shift, so now that you were sitting up and facing him. “I love you more, baby. I knew you could do it.” You smile, and he chuckles and pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you onto his lap, making you squeal, and he laughs.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He moves his hand swiftly to the back of your head, his fingers massaging into your hair as he pulls you in closer, and he presses his lips against yours. “I’m so proud of you.” You murmur against his lips and he smiles, feeling a wave of emotions run through him. “You know wha’ to say to get me all emotional and soppy, (Y/N).“ And you laugh, before nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, Cookie.”

And he groans, rolling his head back against the head of the couch. “Urgh, you know I hate it when you call me that.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.” He sighs.

And you giggle, pressing another lips against his.