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Summary: His bile becomes petals, his veins become briars, but still, he would rather die than ruin your beauty once again.

Unrequited?Jamie x Reader

1.0k+ words

You guys broke up, he #fumbled and is too stubborn to admit he wants you back. You're still friends, because you always linger in his mind. You're his geyser.

This is an excuse to write Jamie as an idiot, it's probably OOC, but I need to get into writing something other than Gwenathan again.

. . .

His blood burns to see you, but for some reason, your smile is worth every laurel that stabs in from inside. It's you who intoxicates him, it's your laughter which brings the world bright, it's you, his star, his light to guide him through the night. But good things never last too long, and just like that, he’s left you burning like a star he doesn’t deserve to touch anymore. Precisely why when his supposedly normal cold started to produce mucus of roses, he said nothing.

"Dude, that's not even biologically possible," Percy hisses.

Jamie's coughed enough to make a romantic bed, but bites his lip to refrain from retorting something sarcastic. If he speaks, it makes the petal-spewing worse. It already hurts to breathe too deeply without you. Your visits are probably what's keeping him alive, what keeps some food down, what pushes the daisies at bay. Unfortunately, that's not a hyperbole. Percy continues digging through tissue boxes, unstuffing drawers, an assortment of hydrangeas and lilies emerging from their containers. One blood-stained handful of daffodils later, his voice pries any semblance of composure from the room.

"We need to take you to a doctor."

The air goes still at the stern look on Percy's face as he stares at Jamie's bedridden, pallid condition. His seriousness has sucked any warmth from the atmosphere, and left the frost to bite at his roommate's skin. This rare expression of harshness sends a shiver down Jamie's spine, and it forces his head to turn away. Percy's glare feels of steel and ice.

"Don't be stubborn," He pleads. "And tell me what else you've been hiding."

He doesn't hear it at first, Jamie speaks too softly. But as Jamie repeats the same syllables, Percy finally pieces the hoarse sounds together. It's your name, and he knows from the way Jamie's eyes sparkle gold when he whispers, from how his lips curve ever so slightly, and he knows from the tender tone. Still, that produces more questions than answers.

"What do they have to do with this?"

Percy shakes the flowers in his hand to drive home the point. At that point, his sickened roommate opts to pull out his phone and type something out. He's left wondering what's happening, maybe some texts? A bad game of "mystery ingredient?" All that Jamie ends up showing is a search result.

Hanahaki disease is a fictional illness caused by unrequited love, characterized by the growth of flowers in the body, often resulting in coughing or vomiting petals. It is commonly portrayed with cures involving the reciprocation of love.

That raises an eyebrow from Percy. Key word: fictional, made the pearl in his head roll. He takes the phone, pressing around on the websites, looking for anything scientific. Of course, nothing, because this disease is supposed to be fake. Yet, each wall of doubt is crushed by every matching symptom, until the conclusion comes to the core of the problem: Jamie Porter has the supposedly non-existent Hanahaki Disease.

"Well, it looks like there's a simple solution," Percy concludes.

He throws the phone back onto the sheets, and crosses his arms. The texting application is open. Jamie doesn't pick the screen up.

"Go on," Percy coaxes. "Text them."

To his disdain, Jamie remains motionless, green eyes staring forward blankly. Even ill like this, he still looks like he belongs in an oil painting—blonde waves like masterful strokes of gold, eyes a blur of sun and spring, lips tainted with spurs of red. It’s easy to see why you fell in love with him. Stupid, stubborn, intelligent, and handsome—a truly lethal combination.

"I shouldn't."

Those two words make Percy's heart drop to his stomach. It sends his mind into a flurry daze, reeling back from the sheer audacity of the statement. Jamie Porter is the kind to construct an airplane for fun, the kind to do calculus just to spoil the ending of a mystery novel for himself. Jamie Porter likes challenging God for fun, but texting his ex is where he draws the line? The sheer ridiculousness almost pulls laughter from Percy—the only thing that restrains him is the weight of the situation.

"Seriously? You're going to risk your life because you're... scared?"

Jamie doesn't quite know how to respond, because when Percy phrases it like that, yes. But there's more to it than that. If you have a heart of gold, Jamie's looks like laurels. If you have a heart of glass, then his is metal. If yours is of stone, his looks like hell. In every way in his mind, he pales in comparison. Your beauty exceeds his, though you might not notice such.

"I know them," he mutters coarsely.

"So you know they won't be awful about it." Percy reasons. “No hard feelings you said.”

"They don't deserve to be burdened with this." Jamie coughs out. 

Azaleas come apart with blood at their tips this time. 

“You’ve never exactly been a saint,” Percy spews. “Why start now?” 

His touch is corrupt, selfish, and greedy—self-centred as he can be, he's not completely unaware of himself. Perhaps to make up for what a prick he's been his whole life, this disease is his retribution, you are his karma, and for some reason, he has no desire to escape you. For some reason, his punishment feels like the kiss of life.

“Because I care this time.” 

There’s a worn look in the brown of Percy’s gaze, something both wistful and resigned. A sigh escapes his lips, and he slides his right palm down his face. Jamie holds strong, though he looks paler than he did before. An unmovable wall, he is. It’s irrational really, though that thought comes from someone who has texted their ex for less—lonely nights are apparently more desperate than an actual life on the line. Between a rock and a hard place, there’s no move other than to waver.

“Fine,” Percy concedes. “You win this time. We’ll feed you weed-wackers or something.”

The pride Jamie feels at his small victory isn’t pride at all. It's relief he feels, really. Cowardice wins again, but at what cost? Well, he’s always been trouble—trouble at first sight—you’ve always known that. He’s no good. You know that. You loved him despite that, and maybe you still do.

This is just a bunch of headcanons, because the analysis as to WHY Gwenathan exists, and why I created it in the first place is a nasty can of worms, so have the literal bible! Thank you for asking Vee!!! <3

Development headcanons:

They play Overwatch together, and Gwen is better at it.

He's surprisingly competent during team matches

The stuff about Beatrice and Fiona never gets fully resolved

Gwenathan is the conclusion of the love square

Realistically, there's genuinely no big confession scene

There's just a shift in energy one day

But I can totally see some number of days/weeks after that day

He asks "are we dating?"

And Gwen just shrugs, but it's the look in her eyes that says it all

This sort of a thematic thing because Jonathan has always been a hopeless romantic

So I think ironically, having a very 'uneventful' romance would be kind of resonant of growing up

Not every great love has that fireworks moment

Not every great love feels like falling from a balcony

Sometimes it's the little things that sing a poem of her

Dynamic headcanons:

Golden retriever/black cat energy

Gwen really likes leaning on him, using him as a chair

Not big on kissing/very physically charged

Gwen is actually the yapper because Jonathan knows how to ask the right questions

Praise comes more easily to him, but it can feel ingenuine to her at first

But physical touch is something that takes a long time

So quality time is the most immediately sign of affection

If Gwen doesn't like someone, she'll make herself disappear

Which is why her showing up is so important

Jonathan is actually shy to be physically affectionate with her at first

Because he's not sure if that's something she's okay with, jitters, etc.

So Gwen's actually the one who initiates the start of that contact

And it kind of remains that way

Realisation Headcanons:

Gwen doesn't take it well

She's always been "I don't care for romance"

But there comes a point where she realises that she doesn't feel the same way about Jonathan as she does Alec or Sven

And she kind of has to grapple with that

It's very queerplatonic on her side, because it's less about romance, it's more about the fact that it's very close

Because Gwen is a very guarded and isolated person

And letting Jonathan that close is already soulmate behaviour

Jonathan doesn't get that cinematic moment

It's just

"She's pretty"

And then it kind of segueways into how he starts seeing why

Like no single moment like he does with Fiona

It's a process

He kind of lets himself, but he struggles with falling out of love with Fiona

HELLO CHA THANK YOU FOR ASKING, ooh, ideas, ideas

Jonathan is raised in Canada while Gwen is raised in America, so I can vaguely imagine them going to the same science camp. Maybe in the wildlife or something. Maybe she's playing tetris or something, and Jonathan kind of strolls along, and he gets wrapped up in it all.

Gwen's kind of a loner still, very nonchalant, but Jonathan's stuck to her side like a barnacle. I can see Alec coming to visit her once or twice and teasing them about it. She pretends like she doesn't care, but is truthfully a bit flustered, and, Jonathan is genuinely the idgaf king.

Given that they live in different countries, they only see each other during the summer, and they go back to being together always being stuck to each other's side, and they're teased as being a couple. Then Jonathan goes off to high school, and then Gwen doesn't see him again.

Her choice to go to Montario for university is unrelated to Jonathan, but the thought of reuniting with him did cross her mind once or twice. Bam. Fast forward to orientation, she does not recognise him. Lanky, nerdy Jonathan Sato is no longer the dork she remembers.

He, however, sees her instantly, but instead of being overcome with past feelings, he's just like "oh! we were friends!" and that's exactly what it's like for the first few months. Their dynamic hasn't changed at all. Soon enough, they're kind of always together, but no one really notices because Jonathan is almost never alone anyway.

Like how it was when they were younger, the lines between friendship and partnership kind of blur, and eventually it's kind of silently determined they're together, and almost no one notices again. I actually have a draft of this lying around somewhere, not specifically for this AU, but for this specific occurrence.

They kind of meld together like chocolate and coffee, and it's like nothing changed.

since I know nothing of the individuals, tell me their dynamic and why are they good together as a pairing 😋

THANK YOU NIC FOR ASKING I LOVE THESE TWOOOO

So they don't have a canon dynamic because they've never interacted, but that leaves more space to be delusional, and come up with it myself!

Jonathan's kind of the cool guy, he's popular, he's like if you mixed Elio, Jamie, and Percy altogether, and got one guy. He's got all the charm/popularity status of Jamie, the sunny/kind personality from Elio, and obviously the looks from Percy.

IT'S MY DAD GUYSSS

Don't let his innocent looks fool you, he's had 23 failed relationships.

Gwen is the typical loner INTP stereotype, and I kind of love her and hate her for that, because she logically has the most rational thought of thinking always. A lot of people hc her has aromantic, but I think that has more to do with people's problematic stereotypes of aromanticism than actually being aromantic.

My mother is almost never given flattering angles because of said stereotype.

Their Dynamic:

I've said this multiple times, these two as a concept together was a throwaway comment I made a few years ago, and then one day, I had a really vivid fever dream, and wrote the most cinematic piece of literature I have ever made. Ever since then, I just rode with it, but there actually is a reason as to why I ship them beyond shits and giggles. I have a post somewhere about that.

As a couple, they're very much grumpy/sunshine or sunshine/nonchalant. He's a lot more outgoing than she is, and he will drag her outside to get some topical Vitamin D. They're both video game lovers, they both major in STEM, so they have quite a bit of middle ground in terms of their hobbies.

Their mindsets together are an intriguing thing to think about given that their functions in the typology setting is almost completely opposite. Given they share so much middle ground in interest, I think they would bond over the different perspectives/discoveries of said hobbies.

Why They're Good as a Pairing:

I've said this before, this is a ship born from spite, but raised with love. You can be pretty creative with them given that there's literally no canon to follow. I just think they're neat, that's all.

The fact that they're born from spite makes it so appealing to me, because what do you mean I hated this aspect of canon so much that I literally made these two the second-most popular relationship tag in this fandom on AO3

Just keep that in mind

The pro of this is that obviously, I'm a funnier person

The con is that I don't know how to be vulnerable in person

This ask is kinda inspired because I just watched the entire 28 days series with a friend, so my question is...

What do you think the KF cast would be like in a zombie apocalypse au? Like, how would they cope, how would they survive, etc?

The KF Cast in a Zombie Apocalypse

Jamie: Surviving, actually thriving after the first two months

Highkey, I can see him enjoying it once the zombies degrade past regeneration

It's strangely peaceful as he's left the ruins of humanity

But during the actual outbreak, there's like a 65% chance he survives

I think he would get taken out by surprise

But he's kind of lucky, so I can see him avoiding any incidents

He would definitely be lonely

But the animals would keep him company

Reynah: Head of the Survivors

Let's be real, if only one person survives in the cast, it's her

She's got that strength that Jamie doesn't

She has the grit that only comes from leadership positions

And she would probably end up saving a lot of people

But alas, our girl can't catch a rest

President of the New World, I guess

It's just Tuesday for her

Cameron: Taken out Immediately

Outbreak on the news, they're the one who gets jumped first

Like, they start freaking out, and bam, zombie out of the cupboard

If they managed to get past the first wave, that's amazing

But also I'm not sure they'd cope well

I think they'd need Deja or MC to ground them

But also

I think it would be hilarious if they managed to just survive anyway

But I fear permanent psychological damage could be on the table

Deja: Almost Makes It, Fails At Survival

I can see her making it through the initial outbreak

It's just surviving after that, I'm not sure

I think she could be resourceful and make do

But she's also very luxurious, and might not survive an ambush

In a group, I think she would survive

Individually, I don't think her outdoor skills would be good enough

But I, myself, would defend her with my life

That's just me though (and like 87% of you guys tbh)

Percy: Doesn't Even Get Close

Similar to Cameron

I can totally see him being the person who goes:

"Dude, it's probably a fluke"

and BAM! Bitten just like that

And again, I don't know if he could cope with it

Also, I don't believe in this man's wilderness survival skills

He's played the Last of Us and that's it

If he did manage to survive, he would never mentally recover

Elio: Goes Out in A Blaze of Glory or Survives

Independently, I think whether he survives or not is based off luck

I think he could make it if he doesn't get ambushed

But naturally, I think he would get into a group of survivors

I can either see him surviving, or sacrificing himself to save another

And it's like on sight too, I don't think he would hesitate to save a kid

Or like Jamie, Cameron, Deja, Percy, Keaghan, Rory, Mace, etc.

If he died to save you, you would never get over it

.....oh my god they were roommates.

Have a great day/night mwah mwah mwah!!!!!!

I actually played KF for the first time when I found it through Pinterest because I thought she was a romanceable, and oh my god, the disappointment I felt when I joined Tumblr and discovered that we can't fall in love with her... Now, onto the headcanons!

She falls Sophomore/Junior year

It's kind of subtle, but it's the little things

Domestic moments that become too cozy for comfort

And then one night, it just hits her like a train

She's thinking about something cute you did earlier that day

"So stupid, I love them..."

"oh my god, I love them."

She's really good at pretending like nothing's changed

But people can clock it

Before, it's like: "oh they're Deja's roommate"

And now it's like: "they're roommates"

How things turn out is up to who she's in love with

You two are over, but it hasn't quite hit him yet. (Or for Elio, yall haven’t happened yet) ((can you tell who my favourite is))

. . .

Jamie:

A phone call. You've been over for two months, and he's dug a you-shaped hole in his heart that aches every waking moment—your absence haunts his sleep. His bones break under the weight of his guilt, and if he doesn't say anything, he'll puke every worthless apology. You don't pick up, either because you chose not to, or you missed it. The voicemail he leaves doesn't give anything away, but the crack in his voice says it all.

"Hey," He whispers your name gently. "Call me when you can, okay?"

Percy:

He reaches for your wrist when you start to walk away. It's barely been three weeks since he decided you two were better off as friends, leaving unhealed wounds to fester as you try to put the past behind you. His grip is soft, but it's enough for you to twist your head around to find him staring at the ground with a furrowed brow and wistful eyes.

"Sorry."

He lets go without a word, and then starts talking again like nothing happened.

Elio:

His hug lingers for a moment too long. Every time he's tried to confess, the world has inconveniently interrupted him. The first time, someone pulled up to ask for directions to Zippy's. The second time, Percy called, all to say that a bird pooped on Timothy. Third time's the charm, but Reynah calls, and apparently you're needed to be SGB's saviour.

"It can wait," You can feel his words die bitterly on his tongue. "Better hurry. Reynah sounded pretty worked up."