lattes and love at first sight
JAMIE TARTT x FEM!BAKER!READER
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Š luvr-bunnyy pls don't use my headers or writing without permission
warnings: none! just some fluffy jaime
[a/n: i may continue this baker!reader in other fics!! but this is also the result of that random, spin the wheel thing i did...i may have written jaime out of character but i just love the thought of a usually confident man reduced to a flustered, nervous mess for the person he likes...anyways, enjoy!]
A heavy sigh ripped through your chest as you continued to knead at the dough in front of you. Your forearms were burning, a bead of sweat had rolled down your back, but you continued on, focused on your task as the sweet crooning of Marcus Mumford filled the bakery. You separated your dough into smaller parts, placing them on the tray beside you and once they filled it up, you carried the massive thing over to your proofer, sliding it into place and refilling the water tray.Â
As you shut the door, a familiar tinkling caught your attention. It was followed by a familiar voice and one that was quite new to you.Â
âKeeley, I donât think the shopâs even open yetâŚwhy donât we just-âÂ
âFor the hundredth time Jaimâs, itâs open.â She scoffed before calling out, â(Y/n)! Babes, whereâre you hiding!âÂ
A laugh bubbled from your chest as you finished setting your timer. âIâm back here Keeles! Be up in a sec!â Your eyes scoured the countertops before you found your tea towel and you snatched it up, wiping your hands as you stepped out into the front of the store.Â
âThere you are! Hi, babes! How are you?â She leaned over the counter and pulled you into a hug. Her sweet perfume invaded your senses in the best ways, the familiarity filling your chest with warmth. âIâm great, a little sweaty but great!â Understanding the implication of your statement, she scoffed and held you tighter before letting you go. âOh stop it babe, you smell like cookies.âÂ
âWell, thank God for that.â You laughed before finally glancing over to the man that was staring intently at the scene in front of him. He seemed vaguely familiar but you couldnât quite figure it out. âOh uhm, h-hi. Iâm (Y/n).âÂ
âErm Jamie, nice to meet ya. Keeley never shuts up about this place so I thought Iâd come with her. See what all the fuss is about.âÂ
âGreat! I hope it lives up to the hype. Keeley, your usual?âÂ
âYes! And can I get a dozen of your pastries please, love? Surprise me.âÂ
âOf course, and what about you Jaime?â He panicked once your eyes were on him again, realizing that since you stepped out of the kitchen, his gaze had never bothered to look anywhere else but you, much less to look at your menu board.Â
Keeleyâs eyes twinkled in amusement as she watched Jamieâs cheeks pinken, stuttering the slightest bit as he answered. âHow about an iced coffee and a pastry you like? I uhm, I canât decide.âÂ
âOkay, sure! Iâll get that ready for you guys.âÂ
Seemingly oblivious to what was happening, you slinked over behind the espresso machine, working on Keeleyâs usual. When the fall season came around, her white chocolate and pumpkin spiced latte was a stark contrast to Royâs americano. As you finished off her latte, one of your many timers beeped.Â
âOh shitâŚâ You mumbled, totally having forgotten about what was in your oven. Jamie watched in slight amusement as you rushed over, muttering something or other to yourself as you lugged open the huge oven door, hands hidden by oven mitts as you pulled the tray out. The delicious smell of whatever it was filled the bakery and Jamieâs stomach grumbled.Â
Carefully, you grabbed two of them with parchment squares and handed one to each of them. âHere you go, fresh out.â They eagerly took the warm bread and bit into it.Â
Keeleyâs was followed by a gasp. âThese are new, arenât they?âÂ
âYup!â You slipped back behind the counter to make Jaimeâs drink. âI came up with the recipe this weekend. This is my first batch. How are they?âÂ
âTheyâre fucking amazing, I could kiss you right now!â She took another bite before looking over at her friend.Â
âYeah, what she saidâŚâ He was so enthralled in the taste he hadnât realized what he was echoing until it registered in his head. âAh well no, I just meant- I donât want to kiss you! I mean, itâs not that I donât but- wait, no! I just-âÂ
âItâs okay, I understood what you meant.â Your soft laugh didnât help Jaimeâs nerves but he was glad he hadnât said something wrong. âHere you go Keeles.â You slid a two cup drink tray over to her, herâs and Royâs drink sitting neatly in it. âAnd here you go, Jaime. I hope you like it.âÂ
You watched hopefully as he took a sip of the drink. He nodded in approval, the right amount of sweet and bitter swirled across his tongue. âThatâs real good, what is it?âÂ
âItâs a brown sugar and english toffee latte. Itâs not on the menu but itâs what I make for myself.â He nodded in approval, watching as you grabbed a to-go box from underneath the counter and started to fill it with pastries.Â
Keeley was overjoyed, secretly snapping a picture of Jamie watching you work with a lovesick expression on his face. She giddily sent it to Roy captioned, âI never believed in love at first sight until now.âÂ
After that, you started to see more and more of Jamie. He had been stopping by before practice or even on weekends that he had free and whenever Keeley or anyone really, mentioned a hankering for a coffee or a sweet treat, he had volunteered to make a run out to grab some.Â
You definitely werenât complaining.Â
The charming footballer had always brought a smile to your face, his anecdotes about his teammates or of his coaches had brightened up your days. There had been a few times where heâd come right at closing time and helped you clean up.Â
He still hadnât gotten up the nerve to ask you on a proper date. Every time he thought he had hyped himself enough, heâd abandon ship and talk about something else.Â
But of course, he had enough of beating around the bush.Â
He came in with a determined look on his face and it had you very intrigued but you finished ringing up your customer and making their drinks. You bid them a âgoodbyeâ and a âcome back soonâ before you started on Jaimesâs usual, sending him a smile.Â
âHi Jams, everything okay?âÂ
He watched as you basically made the drink by memory, sparing a few tiny glances down at your hands but keeping your full attention on him. It made his heart skip a beat.Â
âYeahâŚI erm, well I wanted to ask you something. Have for a while now, actually.â He was fiddling with his fingers, eyes trained on the shiny charcoal colored counter below his drink.Â
He was so distracted that he hadnât noticed you walk around the counter and step beside him. The warm smell of brown sugar and peaches overwhelmed his senses. âCome onâŚâ You gently gripped the crook of his elbow and led him over to a table. As you moved to sit across from him, he shivered at the feeling of your hand running down his forearm and to his own hand, fingers intertwining. âOkay, what did you want to tell me?âÂ
He took a second to relish in the feeling of your fingers between his, fitting like a puzzle piece he had been missing for far too long.Â
Your chest tightened, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with a reverence that nobody had ever spared you. âYou can stop me and tell me to fuck off orâŚor that Iâm a prick but-â Your face twisted into a confused frown as he continued. âI canât stop thinking about yaâ, your face, your smile, your laughâŚitâs so bad that I canât concentrate during training.â He scoffed a laugh. âRoy gave me a proper lashing for it butâŚI donât even care. So, erm I guess what I wanted to say is that, I really, really want to take you out on a date. A proper one.âÂ
Your eyes widened, almost comically, when you realized how serious he was. Temptation to deny was ever present in your mind. How could he like you that much? So much so that your constant presence in his mind was a distraction from the thing he spent his entire livelihood achievingâŚbut there was nothing in his eyes other than affection and hope, how could you say no?Â
So, you fessed up.
âYou knowâŚI burnt an entire batch of my pumpkin cookies because I- Keeley sent me the unreleased photos from your GQ photoshootâŚI was too busy drooling over your photos that-that I turned off my timer and forgot to take them out of the oven.â A nervous giggle bubbled in your chest. âThey looked like charcoal.âÂ
He couldnât believe what he was hearing. âWait, so that meansâŚ?âÂ
âI, very much, want to go on a date with you.â His eyes lit up. âLike, real bad Jaime.âÂ
âOh fuck meâŚâ He muttered at your desperation, âYouâre serious.âÂ
âAs a heart attack.â You squeezed his hand, an unbelievable amount of giddiness coursing through your whole body.Â
âKiss me.â His eyes widened, sending himself into a spluttering ramble. âNo! I mean, yes k-kiss meâŚI mean, only if you want to. I want you to- could IâŚcan I kiss you? Please?âÂ
You bit your lip in an attempt to conceal the shit eating grin thatâs tugging at your lips. âOnly because you asked so nicely.â He removed his hand from yours, cradling your jaw as if you were the most precious thing on the planet, and to him, you very much were.
He leaned across the table, the feeling of your hand holding his wrist was intoxicating. When his lips met yours, he was in heaven. Your lips moved in a languid pace against his, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. The hitch in your breath when his tongue messily met yours had boosted his confidence, sliding his hand back behind your neck to deepen the kiss. Heat had begun to pool in your belly so you placed your hand onto his chest and gently pulled away from him.Â
Keeley and Rebecca watched from behind the glass door, jaws dropped at the Hallmark moment they had just witnessed, unbeknownst to either you or Jaime.Â
You laughed breathily as Jaime chased after your lips, your hand creating resistance against his chest. âEasy TarttâŚletâs save that for our date.â You couldnât resist his wide, pleading eyes so you leaned in and chastely pressed your lips against his.Â
The violent sound of the bell made the both of you jump, pulling away from each other. Keeley had shoved the door open, squealing. âFucking FINALLY! I thought weâd have to knock some sense into the both of you!âÂ
















