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bihanarms · 11 months

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Jamie Siu x Reader : Whispered Teasing

Pov: As you wait patiently for your boyfriend after a long day, he enters the room exhausted and frustrated from a fight with his rival. You try to uplift his spirits in your own way.

You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend, Jamie, to return home, as you were lying on the couch, gently stroking your cat, who was purring peacefully by your side. It had been a long day, but you were looking forward to reconnecting with your partner and sharing the events of your day with him.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Jamie burst into the apartment, looking out of breath and visibly annoyed. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his tense features betrayed a certain level of anxiety. Immediately, you sat up, concerned to see him in this state.

"Jamie, what's going on?" you asked, your voice filled with worry.

He slumped onto the couch next to you, breathing heavily. "Everything went wrong today," he sighed, trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry for coming home so late, but there was an incident."

"Tell me what happened," you gently requested.

"That little jerk..." Jamie began, sounding frustrated, "Luke Dumbass Sullivan."

You couldn't help but suppress a laugh upon hearing the nickname he had given Luke. The two men were true rivals, always seeking arguments and competitions. Their disputes had become legendary among their friends, who considered them more like sworn enemies than mere acquaintances.

"Luke Dumbass Sullivan, Don’t tell me you actually let him beat you?" you exclaimed, trying to contain your amusement. "It's impossible, I don't believe it."

Jamie flashed a fleeting smile, but his face quickly darkened. "Don't mock me! This time, he really got the better of me… But it’s nothing compared to all the other times I crushed him."

He sighed, visibly irritated. "His face, with his arrogance... I'm the strongest bitch in metro ctiy, blah blah blah... I really can't stand him."

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's words. You enjoyed teasing him slightly when he got vexed like this.

"Oh, baby, you know you're the strongest in my eyes, no matter what Luke says or does," you replied in a teasing tone. "I'm sure next time you'll wipe the floor with him. It's just a matter of time and strategy."

Jamie looked at you with a mix of gratitude and feigned annoyance. "You love mocking me, don't you, silly?"

"Me? What? Never!" you retorted mischievously.

You leaned in gently, a playful smile on your lips, drawn to his slightly sweaty and breathless state after the fight. You leaned in to kiss him, but Jamie, still in a teasing spirit, stopped you with a laugh. "Wait, wait! I'm all sweaty and out of breath. We'll save that for later."

You winked at him playfully. "But come one…you look so hot even after a fierce battle. The sweat and breathlessness suit you," you finished with a laugh. "But alright, if you prefer to take a shower, I can take care of you afterward, and tomorrow you'll be in top shape to get your revenge on Luke Dumbass Sullivan."

"Fuck you." he replied, raising his middle finger, before laughing and getting up from the couch, ready to head towards the bathroom.

You watched him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hurry up, handsome."

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gourdkeeper · 9 months

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hello! would i be able to request an idea about a jamie who is crushing on a tsunderish male!reader who works at a shop in chinatown and becomes a regular as he tries to figure out how to ask reader out? i wonder if you think jamies killing it or just making a fool out of himself hehe

Hi anon! Never really wrote any tsundere like stuff in any capacity so I hope this pleases you! It's sfw but with some uh naughty implications, just some internal thoughts.

Jamie is both killing it AND making a fool out of himself

Male Reader x Jamie sfw

Jamie's phone got busted after a brawl with some good for nothing thugs. Fell right out of his pocket after windmilling and throwing his foot at a cardboad head. Lame. However the morning after he already took care of bringing it in to the small repair shop in chinatown. Was closeby, not too expensive, it was perfect.

Except, for one small thing.

And that, was the worker that took his phone in.

Jamie wants to go back and talk to him, but he hasn't even gotten an email letting him know it's ready to pick up.

Jamie felt like he was smitten. Love at first sight. He was crushing hard. The guy was just so... Cute. But he acted cold and distant, a hint of mean even. Ugh. That was just the worst. How is he even supposed to strike up a decent conversation and gauge interest? Worse even. How is he going to flirt at all when he's used to being the one being flirted with. Terrible terrible.

Would he even be into men?

It was late afternoon, a bit over 24 hours after bringing the phone in. Jamie was around the corner of the shop trying to calm himself down.

"I'll just walk in, ask about whatever first product I see and...compliment him?" He's trying to think of a plan, he just feels stupid, how the hell do people flirt their way into a date?

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You're four hours into your shift and you just want to get this day over with. Your day off's tomorrow, you want to play some video games and kick back. You're tired of dealing with customers that got no real issue on their device and just pressed the wrong thing and never tried just, pressing it again for some reason.

Sigh.

You walk around the store to fix up anything that's crooked or misplaced when you look out the window and see him.

"That's the guy from yesterday, what the hell is he doing here?"

Truth is, you were crushing on him. Thinking you'd never see him again besides the day you'd give him his phone back. You desperately tried to hide that your sight kept falling on his exposed midriff and his pretty eyes. You wanted to see more. But that's just not professional.

You can't be at work and getting all lovey dovey with a client, not even if they're this goddamn hot. Shit, there goes your mind again. Hell. he probably had zero interest on you anyway, you're just some guy working on a repair shop in a small town, and with his looks? You'd have way too much competition, there's no way-

*Ding-ding*

The chime of someone walking past the door makes you jump. It's him.

"Good afternoon, may I help you?" You try to keep your voice monotonous and cold, expression unchanging despite your heart trying to pound its way out of your chest. "Your phone is not ready yet sir." You almost wish you could call him that in a different context. In privacy. Ugh brain needs to stop going there.

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"Sup? Oh no I know, no worries just uh, lookin for a case for it!" Jamie pauses, "You know like, to protect it better next time, just in case!" A case just in case? Jamie was kicking himself in his mind, what the hell kind of sentence is that even? He sounded like a loser.

The worker is staring at him deadpan, like he's had a long enough day already without an idiot barging in.

"Aren't you that peacekeeping guy?" The clerk breaks the silence, bored tone, but that's still progress!

"That's right! Jamie Siu, protector of Chinatown!" Jamie points at himself with his thumb, smirk on his lips, this is his shot, "I wasn't aware I had fans?~"

The clerk turns away and walks over to the front desk, "Not a fan." He utters devoid of emotion.

"Aw come on? Never know when you'll need help in the middle of the night, specially with all these lousy thugs trying to claim the place. I could even protect the store front." Jamie tries to find literally anything to latch onto, "They have a thing for vandalizing, if I ever catch them doing it, they're dealing with me and I'm wiping the spray paint off with their ugly mugs!"

"Cool. Have you picked a case yet?"

This is *not* working out dammit.

"Still looking." He turns around to the display shelf, trying to pick just, anything, literally just grab something, it's not like he's here to buy a case after all.

"This one over here could be a good fit for you."

The clerk was standing next to Jamie. When the hell did he sneak up so fast? He looks at the case in his hands.

It was black with three highly saturated yellow stripes going across it diagonally. Looked sturdy too, like it could definitely withstand a couple of high falls. Maybe this wasn't that awful of an idea in the end.

"Did you, did you just try to match my clothes to a case?"

"No!" The worker looks a bit taken aback, "It's just a good case!"

"Hm. Thanks... May I?" Jamie tries to grab it so he can see it better upclose.

He extends him the case and Jamie brushes his fingers over his hands before taking the case. The guy very obviously blushes and freaks out internally.

"You have really soft hands you know?" Jamie desperately tries to find a compliment that doesn't feel out of place. There was an opening and he had to take it. "You use anything on them?"

"Thanks! N-not at all." He looks for a way out and clears his throat, "Anyway, is that all you'd like to buy?“

Jamie was getting frustrated with the shutting down of his advances even though he could almost be certain that he saw his cheeks flush and his voice stutter.

"That'll be all, thanks."

Jamie takes the defeat for the day.

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After the hot peacekeeper left you immediately head to the back and grab his phone. Motivated to fix it immediately. Because you want him off your back obviously, not because you want to see him again. No, not at all.

You spent the remaining entirety of your shift making sure all the wires were not connecting poorly, changing the glass on it and boom. It worked. Good as new.

You even applied a screen protector for free. Because you care for the phone, no other reason.

Just needs to be put into its new case.

You typed up and sent him an email saying he could pick it up.

What you didn't expect was for him to show up less than 10 minutes after you've sent it, just as you're preparing to close. What, was he on standby or something?

"Good evening." You say, trying to remain calm.

"Hey~ I'm here to pick you up. My phone. Here to pick my phone up." Jamie clearly fumbles, looking like he wanted to bury his head in the sand but goddamn if that silly fumble didn't make you want him even more.

"Not interested in you picking me up but here's your phone." Feigning disinterest as if you're not daydreaming about kissing him right now.

You place the device on top of the counter.

"So that'll be 50$ for the repair and an extra 10$ for the case sir."

"You can just call me Jamie~" he leans forward on the counter, eyes lidded heavily. What the fuck is he so pretty for? "Unless you rather call me that of course?~"

You feel your cheeks heat up. Is he onto you? Were you that obvious? Did he like you? No, he must be just messing around.

"Kidding kidding, here you go." There's an air of sadness, but he still hands you the money along with a smile.

You take the money and notice a small clip of paper in-between the bills. A phone number?!

"You know, if you ever need help in the middle of the night..." The peacekeeper closes in, his breath a bit too close for comfort "with anything at all..."

Is he talking about delinquents thrashing the place or something else entirely?

Jamie can definitely see you blush and struggle to find words and he licks his lips, looking like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

"You look really pretty tonight." He comes closer.

What??? He's straight up complementing you now? It's like it just came out of some cheap teenager romance novel. How the hell do you even reply to this. You fumble hard with your words.

"T-t-thanks! You look. The same as yesterday!“

What the fuck is that for an answer.

Jamie is laughing. Great. You've made a fool of yourself.

"Why don't you just give me a call? When you're alone. Somewhere more private... I'll be waiting."

He gives you a wink before taking his phone and walking away.

Little did he know you had done the bold move of saving your contact on his phone already.

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mogglewrites · 10 months

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Say What?

LukeJamie confession fic (Luke Ver.)

[Also posted on AO3 and my Twitter as a thread fic]

This fic has two different outcomes. This is if Luke wins the fight.

Thank you to my friend @miss-evening for being my beta-reader. You're a lifesaver.

Okay, let's get to the fic.

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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks as if their lives depend on it.

All over a simple wager.

"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.

It's a chance.

Luke gets a sturdy hold on Jamie's shirt, and rushes forward, pushing and pinning him to the floor. The drunken boxer struggles against him, but the combined weight of Luke's grip and fatigue from a long fight drains the energy out of him. Eventually, he stops. He can't win this now. Only the sound of them panting remains. Jamie is ruined under him, face red and hair loose from its braid. He didn't drink at all throughout the match, which was strange. Usually when they brawl, there would be at least one or two sips from his gourd.

"Ugh, you're too fuckin' big, man. Are your arms packed with bricks or something? Shit...," the yellow clad fighter grumbles. Luke releases him and stands up. He offers him a hand, and unsurprisingly, Jamie refuses it, getting up on his own. He sweeps back his long, black hair and looks for where his hair band has gone off to, then goes over to pick it up.

"Don't be a sore loser. Are you gonna back out of the deal too?" Luke crosses his arms, waiting for his rival to collect himself. Jamie rolls his eyes.

"The great Jamie Siu doesn't go back on his words. I'm the one who suggested it anyway," he says as he ties his hair back in a loose ponytail. He's too tired for a braid right now. "So what do you want? Food?"

Jamie turns to face him, but Luke doesn't meet his gaze. He seems to be deep in thought, though he's staring at his opponent.

Does he have a giant bruise on his face or something? Why is he staring?

"Hello? Did I hit ya on the head too hard? Pick something already." He's getting impatient. First his plan got ruined, and now he's being tortured by his opponent's indecisiveness. It's pretty odd, since Luke is always so straightforward. He must be thinking real hard on how he could humiliate him.

"I want you...to repeat what I say," Luke finally answers after another minute of contemplation. Jamie raises an eyebrow at him.

"That's it?" He puts a hand on his hip. Honestly, he's a little disappointed. A chance to make him do whatever he wants and the guy chooses to play Simon Says. But that's fine. He'll let it pass, just this once.

"Whenever you're ready, big guy."

Luke takes a deep breath to bolster himself. He keeps eye contact with Jamie as he begins.

"I."

"I," Jamie says after him. Weird start. Maybe he's making him say a humiliating line or something.

"...love." Luke steps closer. There's a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"L-love?" Jamie stutters, face turning red as well. He's taken aback by Luke approaching him. No way. No fucking way.

Luke stops. They're standing chest-to-chest now. Jamie is looking up at him with wide eyes.

"..."

The training center is silent. Luke can feel the heat radiating from Jamie's tan skin. Jamie's top is open, showing off the expanse of his smooth chest. Luke sometimes wonders how he doesn't have any scars, even though he seems to get into as many fights as he does.

"You," he finishes, nearly whispering. Both of them are flushed all the way down to their necks. Blue eyes look pleadingly to his object of affection. He's done it. He has confessed.

Now he can only hope that Jamie will accept it.

Fuck, why the hell did he think this was a good idea? Maybe he can laugh it off and say it's a prank. Jamie would understand, right?

"You."

Luke's eyes fall shut. Hearing Jamie say those three words makes him so happy, but knowing that they're probably not true just turns the happiness into a heavy weight that gnaws at him from inside.

He senses Jamie grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down.

Luke braces for impact.

And feels Jamie's lips press against his own.

His eyes fly open in surprise, but closes again as he melts into it. Luke pulls Jamie in, one hand finding his lower back and the other coming up to cradle his face. It began sweet, but a swipe of Jamie's tongue on his lips startles him into breaking the kiss.

"You better not be messing with me, Sullivan, or it's gonna be my fist meeting your face," Jamie growls, sharp eyes burning with passion. Luke feels like his heart can blast off straight into space. He couldn't stop the smile from blooming even if he tried.

"Nah. You of all people should know I don't lie." He gives Jamie a peck on the cheek. He's full on hugging him now, and Jamie is hugging him back! He kisses him again, and again, and again-

"Ookay, that's enough. Leave some for later too, dumbass." Jamie's palm blocks his advances. He looks away from Luke, but his cheeks are flaming red.

"Aww, is the great Jamie Siu defeated by a couple kisses?" Luke coos. Guess he got a little too eager there.

"No, 'cus if you don't stop, I might just fuck you right here." Jamie grins, glancing back at him. Luke sputters in indignation.

"Jamie!" His hold loosens just enough for his rival (or lover? Are they lovers now?) to wriggle out.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughs, "I rather do it on a bed." He starts walking towards the door. Where does this guy think he's going?!

"Why you-" Luke catches up to Jamie and scoops him up from behind, holding him in a princess carry, earning a squawk of surprise and a hit on the chest.

"Just for that, I'm taking you back to my place. Better be prepared to get stuck in bed all day tomorrow," he huffs. Call him brash or whatever, but if Jamie wants to tease him like this, he'll do it right back. He's not afraid!

"Cocky much? Don't disappoint me." Jamie drags the tip of his index finger under Luke's chin, like he's caressing an animal. Luke shivers and his smile widens.

"You can bet on it."

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dhalsimxhonda · 5 months

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HONSIM ; ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

by dhalsimxhonda on tumblr

SUMMARY : dhalsim & edmond honda, the opposites but are still destined to be meant for each other. loved by the world as they were the eclipse of their era. as they both died, they were reincarnated to jamie siu and luke sullivan.

AU : sun & moon au

SHIP INCLUDED : lukejamie

if you ever want me to tell you the story about how dhalsim loved edmond honda so much he died every night to let him breathe, i suppose that you’ll be interested in your bedtime dreams to sleep. tuck yourself to bed as you read my lips or listen to my voice. my little one, i welcome you to a beautiful palace, where a sun and moon discover each other and make love as they form into an eclipse. that’s when true love exists and it proves that they’re a powerful couple the palace needs the most, with respect and love.

unfortunately, dhalsim eventually died this time and for edmond honda’s life, it crushed him hard that love never existed anymore. until three years later, edmond also left the world, trying to reach out where dhalsim left off… little did they both know that they’d be reincarnated into their next life. their goal is to find each other in their next lives.

meet jamie siu, gifted by aphrodite for his beauty, and by the sun for its solar deity. the new sun from dhalsim’s reincarnation. man, woman, or anyone in particular, everyone loves him. the worst of jamie is that his parents are always careless, so when he was only 18, he finally learned how to communicate with his past life. and when they told their stories, eventually, they both got along very easily.

take a look at luke sullivan, gifted by asteria for its fallen stars, his sandblast. the new moon from edmond honda’s reincarnation. very hotheaded, sometimes takes it all of anger. his father unfortunately passed away from war and his mother became a widow. when luke was 18, he also finally learned how to communicate with his past life. edmond honda had a little hard time trying to get along with luke’s behavior when someone tried to mess with him, but had no choice anyway.

jamie and luke’s meeting when they became a child didn’t actually turn out very well. but honda and dhalsim’s reunion turned out to be an emotional experience. as they both tell their stories on how they’re doing in their afterlife, the young ones would always cause a big fight like rivals. but as the years come by, i’m sure that the new sun and moon will get along as friends and discover each other’s stories.

LINKS FOR THE PROMPT !

AO3 , WATTPAD .

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leoascendantt · 3 months

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quick intro post :)

this is where i will host my writing! i have about a million wip's and i would love to share them as they get finished. i am not currently open to requests

this is also where i will gush about my fictional man crushes because i have a LOOOTTTT

i'll also sporadically post lesbian stuff for lesbians so don't let that jumpscare you as you scroll LOL

this is strictly an 18+ blog. minors, detrans, terfs, proshippers dni

this blog is a safe space for the queer community! i am queer myself so please be a decent human being on my posts

eventually, links to my work will be listed here ↓

#about #about me #masterlist

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gay-hoodie-boy · 5 months

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if you are uncomfortable with suggestive content, please block "the o///o stuff".

image tag is "look i have p i c t u r e s"

writing/art tag is "pen of the prince's heart"

bolded are ones i think about more often, italic are ones with more lore behind the ship. listed in order of older to more recent.

character || source || type || tag || s/i || au's (if applicable)

Link || Ocarina of Time || romantic (puppy love) || knight in green || Avalon || 80s Romcom "avalink modern au", Majora's Mask

Reyn || Xenoblade Chronicles || romantic (dating) || rain o'clock || Oliver "s/i: berry farmer ollie"

X || Mega Man franchise || romantic (dating) || close window || Click "s/i: click the mechanic"

Osfala || A Link Between Worlds || romantic (pining) || pretty as a painting || Indigo "s/i: lorule runaway indigo"

Leon || Pokemon Sword/Shield || romantic (dating?) || pants with directions

Arataki Itto || Genshin Impact || romantic (dating) || beetle boy || Echo "s/i: mystic jeweler echo" || College, Mercenary

Pierce || My Inner Demons || romantic (chaotic) || the reason is yes

Rouxls Kaard || Deltarune || romantic (pining) || grand duke of puzzles || Crown "s/i: prince crown of the backstage" || Nutcracker

Kojiro "Joe" Nanjo || Sk8 the Infinity || romantic (domestic) || six pack skater || Starchaser

Jack "Jackie" Walker || Pokemon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea || romantic (dating) || daring ranger || Enzo

Tonbokiri || Touken Ranbu || romantic (pining) || dragonfly spear || Keisuke "s/i: purring kudagitsune"

Tauro || Tears of the Kingdom || romantic (pining) || ring research captain

Hobie Brown || Across the Spiderverse || romantic (???) || Phantom Spider

Masa || Way of the Househusband || romantic (puppy love with layers) || Akatsuki "s/i: noble grocery clerk"

Luke Sullivan || Street Fighter series || romantic (dating, poly, living together) || star studded hotshot || Prince "s/i: blue hair and princecore" || Monster, Medieval

Jamie Siu || Street Fighter 6 || romantic (dating, poly) || drunken dance fighter || Prince "s/i: blue hair and princecore" || Monster, Medieval

Jason Todd/Red Hood || Batman: Wayne Family Adventures || romantic || a heart for a hood II Nell "s/i: nocturne of gotham"

Ed || Street Fighter series || romantic (dating) || bad boy of boxing || Adrian

Crush tags: "strawberry farmboy", "knight of the stars"

Admiral Bobbery || The Thousand-Year Door || familial (adopted grandparent) || explosive sea captain || Azure

Prince Sidon || Breath of the Wild trilogy || familial (adopted older brother) || boundless optimism

Tom Nook || Animal Crossing || familial (uncle) || tba || Toni

Malon || Ocarina of Time || familial (twin sister) || voice on the ranch || Avalon || 80s Romcom

Raihan || Pokemon Sword/Shield || queerplatonic (rival-in-law) || dragon taming influencer

Piers || Pokemon Sword/Shield || platonic (besties) || piers tag tba

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boschfanaccount · 11 months

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How would the 3 boys propose to the reader

How they propose to you

Bosch, Jamie Siu & Luke Sullivan x Reader (separate). Reader is neutral Sorry this took a while to come out!! I'm finally free from uni and i have a lot of requests lined up I will get through slowly so thank you for your patience.

Bosch is an anxious mess. You both love each other so very much but theres that teeny tiny voice in his head that always makes him doubt and act on impulse. But this is something he knows he's wanted to do for the longest time, it took a lot of courage to even act upon making preparations for you. It's your 4th anniversary of being together. He first makes you a home cooked meal from his home country, a meal which he loves. You tell him how good it is and that he is too sweet for cooking for you. He then lets you get ready to then take you out to a very special spot. A park that sits on the harbour of Metro City, beautifully lit up at night. Walking up to the railing, you lean on it and breathe in the fresh air. Bosch then comes up besides you as he puts his hands on your waist, leaning in to give you a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you for this Bosch, you're too sweet." "It's the least I could do. Happy anniversary, but uhm... I actually have a present for you." You look at him with a soft look, "what is it?" you question. "I want you to close your eyes for a second". Nodding, turn to fully face him and close your eyes. You hear some rustling before he tells you to open your eyes. You bring your hand up to you mouth as your eyes widen in shock, letting out a small gasp. You're presented with a velvety red box fitted with a small and classy ring crusted with small diamonds. "[y/n], you're the love of my life, a-and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I'm not the best boyfriend sometimes and I have my moments but, I hope you can accept me... Will you marry me?". Jumping up and down before leaping into his arms. "Yes!" you exclaim as a few tears fall down your face. He stands back up and fully accepts your embrace. "I love you so much, thank you [y/n].

Jamie would most definitely propose to you in the sleekest way possible. He will have everything planned out down to the exact time, he has a mini speech prepped and the perfect plan to catch you off guard. Jamie would also be confident at first and kind of fumble a little bit but he's well aware you are the one for him and he is the one for you. He has no doubts about you saying yes once he pops the question and that fills him with so much pride and joy. Time moves so fast when you're with your boyfriend, you have been together for 3 years already yet it feels like you've known each other and been together for so much longer. Having gotten you ready for a fancy dinner date at an elegant chinese restaurant that Jamie has been meaning to try with you. You both went out shopping to purchase coordinating outfits, the colours of your outfits are black and yellow. Mostly black decorated with gold jewellery.

Once at the restaurant, you are both seated next to an open window which has the perfect view of Metro City. "This is so nice baby, thank you for booking this place." Taking his hand in yours Jamie looks at you with a satisfied look, "It's no problem, you know I'd do anything for you. I am the great Jamie Siu after all!" He says jokingly. You giggle at his statement. After having a delicious and filling dinner, you both are waiting for your desserts to arrive to your table. Little words are exchanged as you stare into eachothers eyes and hands intertwined on the table, the silence comfortable. The silence is broken by a waitress coming up and handing you your desserts however there was something off with yours. Your plate was flat and had writing on it, more specifically the words "Will you...", once you read the words you see Jamie walk up to you and get on one knee. Your heart starts beating fast but a bright smile decorates your face. "Marry me?" Jamie asks, a yellow lined black velvet ring box displaying a beautiful golden ring with a decently sized diamond placed on top. "Jamie!" You express, "Of course!!! Oh my gosh!!" He takes your hand and slides the sing on. "[Y/n], when I met you through Yang, I never thought you would end up being mine some day. But here we are, you are now officially my fiancée. I love you dearly and I don't know if I could ever express that fully in words but thank you." Jamie stands up and cups your face, bringing you in for a gentle kiss.

Luke, oh Luke. Luke would definitely have a mini freak out to himself over how he should propose to you. He is a confident man but sometimes he goes through weird moments of weakness where he's just unsure. Luke takes his time and never rushes into things so when he realises he needs to propose to you, he thought about everything carefully and wanted to make sure it was something you would like and that you were sure to say yes to him. While he is a bit of a chiller, I don't think Luke would be overly romantic but would still try his best to be, you deserve it after all. Having spent almost 4 years together, Luke decides it's time. There are a few places in mind that Luke would want to take you on, deciding on taking you to the beach. A quiet and calming beach. It would be the perfect setting, having a nice dinner first then taking you on a romantic walk along the beach to watch the sun set and finally get on one knee and confess his never ending love for you and ask you to marry him.

"Mmm! Luke have you tried this? It tastes so good!" Picking up a piece of your dinner on your fork and putting in front of Luke so he can have a taste. "Wow, yeah that is really good, want to try mine?" You nod. After having dinner it was time to now go on a quiet stroll on the sand. Holding onto Lukes large hand and leaning your head on his arm. Luke can feel his nervousness grow, you're perfect in his eyes. "Is something wrong love?" You ask, concern laced in your voice. "Haha, yeah. I'm just fine. Don't worry your little head." Luke brings you into a side hug, his hand resting on your hip. "There is one thing I want to talk to you about though." Stopping to stand in front of you, he takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "So... I've been wanting to ask you this for a while and for the longest time I thought I wasn't ready but every day I spend with you, I want to always be by your side. You make me so proud and I feel so powerful when I see you cheering for me in battles. I'm the luckiest man alive [y/n]. With that..." pulling out a box with a silver ring inside with a small rectangular diamond placed on top. "Will you marry me?" It takes you a few seconds to respond, you feel so joyed and happy and you needed a moment to process the sweetness of Luke's words. With shaky hands you cup Lukes face in your hands and place a kiss on his lips. "Yes" you giggle. "I truly love you so much, I'm glad to now be your fiancée" Luke picks you up, sharing laughs as he spins you around. Taking in the cool breeze of the beach with the cool water brushing up to your feet.

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funkymeihem-fiction · 7 years

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Meihem Movie Night (They Watch Mad Max)

“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”

The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”

“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”

Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”

“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.

“Well…You’ll keep me warm, won’t you?”

A pleased flush warmed his cheeks, his grin widening. “Yeah! Yeah I will!”

“It’s not the first time I’ve slept over here, Jamie, you don’t need to make a fuss every single time. We can always go back to my room again, and I’d hate to put you out or anything, Mr. Roadhog.” She glanced over to the larger junker, who merely turned another page in his book.

“Mm. It’s fine.”

“Naw, you ain’t putting him out. Or me. Just thought I’d really remember the damn sheets this time…Well, if it don’t bother you, just sleep on your blanket and I promise I will keep every little bit of you nice and toasty.” He licked his chops rather lecherously, and she half lidded her eyes at him as he continued. “From your cute lil’ button nose, all the way down to your adorable little toes, and then maybe back up to your-”

“Jamison!” She elbowed him hard in the side before he could finish the thought. “Tài dà shēng le! I’m going to get changed. Jamie, you get the movie queued up. Mr. Roadhog, would you keep him away from the food until we’re all ready?”

Junkrat was already starting to creep towards the table, where two large bags of Chinese take-out (with the closest things she could find to her native cuisine) were steaming merrily away into the air. Roadhog nodded, and then launched out one enormous hand, two fingers that were as thick as Mei’s wrist suddenly pinching onto the top of Junkrat’s ear and pulling him away as the younger junker complained loudly, single foot scraping for hold. “Owowow! I was just going to get a whiff, mates, swear it!”

“Well last time we had to order more because all Roadhog and I had to eat was soy sauce, after you ‘whiffed’ it all with your mouth!” Mei called back, shutting the bathroom door behind her.

She was fairly certain she heard him call something crude about the other ways he was going to use his mouth, but she merely rolled her eyes, navigating the disaster zone that was the junkers’ shared bathroom. It looked like someone, probably Roadhog or one of the cleaning bots, had at least made an effort to do some repairs and tidying up, but there was still a fine layer of soot on every surface, cracked tiles on the floor and walls, Junkrat’s signature smiley face drawn in soap on the mirror, and a hastily patched ceiling where he had been caught making an escape tunnel above the toilet ‘just in case’. Still, even all this was an upgrade compared to the first time she had ventured in here…She shuddered a bit, trying not to think of it as she changed into her pajamas and plucked out her snowflake pin, hair tumbling down around her shoulders. She heard the sounds of a scuffle outside, but after hearing a thump and a few indignant squawks, she was fairly certain who had won.

By the time she padded back out to the main room, the movie was paused on the title screen, and Roadhog was sitting on the ground with his book, his enormous weight pinning the scrawny flailing form of his employer under him. It was amazing that Junkrat hadn’t been completely crushed, but he was still putting up a rather vicious fight, swinging both fists uselessly against Hog’s legs. “Oi! Get off, you giant pig of a drongo! Mei! Mei, darl, gimme a hand here! Do you see what I got to deal with every day?”

Mei shuffled past him, polar bear slippers passing inches away from his seeking arms as she went to the table, counting over dishes and setting up drinks. Satisfied, she nodded to Roadhog a moment later. “All right, it’s still all here. Come and get it. I ordered your favorite, Mr. Roadhog! Baozi dumplings!” She held up one of the bags, bulging from the amount of food meant all for him.

Roadhog huffed inside his mask, groaning as he shifted his immense weight up off the floor, abandoning the rather flattened young man under him still half pressed into the linoleum. He settled down onto a half-broken armchair a moment later, which creaked ominously under him. “Mmm. Thanks.”

Mei nodded, busily setting up the other bag of food and popping the tops off of several bottles of Chinese beers, taking a seat on the sagging couch and leaving Junkrat to peel himself off the floor and stagger towards her. “Jamie, there you are!” she called cheerfully. “I ordered you some char siu barbecue and chow mein…and for me, vegetarian luóhàn zhāi and zongzi!” she said, ignoring the face he was making at the pile of vegetables and greenery that made up her own dish.

“Still not too late to share a proper tucker with me, love,” he said, wrinkling his nose before turning more eagerly on the piles of pork and noodles in his own take-out box. “Come on, come on! There’s a reason they always try to make tofu taste like somethin’ else, ya know. Crispy pork belly, now, that’s a meal. Can’t believe I was missin’ out on all these China dishes before, you lot can make even the arse-ends of the animal taste good! Uh..uh, xièxiè. Hǎochī? Means uh, tasty, right?”

“Hǎochī! That was very good! And also, no thank you, I’ll leave the meat to you two,” she beamed, even though his accent mangled the syllables. She sat watching as Roadhog set out stack upon stack of trays of bao buns, holding two tiny-looking chopsticks between his giant fingertips and lifting the edge of his mask, delicately starting to nibble with his scarred lips, above the mangled flesh of his stubbled chin. She looked away quickly after. It would be rude to stare, and even after all this time, Roadhog was still not keen on anyone seeing his true face.

Maybe one day…

“Oi, Mei. Got a treat for us tonight! It’s a Mad Max!” Junkrat joined her on the couch and covetously pulled his food into his lap, hunching over it like a vulture as he sipped his beer. Roadhog grumbled slightly around a mouthful of dumpling, and Junkrat shot him a glare before continuing. “We haven’t watched it that many times, Roadie. And it’s a real good one.”

“Is it a new one?”

“Nah, one of the ones in the middle. It’s called Fury Road!” His eyes went dreamy. “One of the best ones. It’s got everything a man could want. Or, uh, a lady. It’s got everything anyone could want, I mean. Explosions, cars, fire, red storms, sexy ladies, more explosions, a guitar what shoots fire, cars, explosions, war boys, heroics, a guy who’s not all there in the head just like me but he’s still mostly good kinda, explosions…”

Mei looked confused, chewing on a mouthful of sauce and broccoli and speaking around it. She could afford to be at least a little more rude around the junkers without them minding…or usually even noticing. “Mmf? Izzat shequel to Thunder Dome?”

“Nah, nah, it’s like, I dunno, it’s all Mad Max but it’s not the same guy and it’s the same place but things are different.”

“What?”

“You’ll see! You’re gonna love it!” He crowed, and slammed the play button with one calloused thumb.

Roadhog started in on his fourth tray of dumplings, and Mei leaned up against Junkrat’s side as they ate, the screen going dark as a guttural voice began to narrate an all-too-familiar tale to their rapt junker audience.

“My name is Max. My world is fire…And blood…”

***

The credits rolled.

Roadhog was sitting in his comfy chair with his hands folded over his enormous belly, snoring softly inside his mask from where he had fallen asleep halfway through, abandoned empty trays scattered around his feet. Mei wondered to herself how he slept through a movie that was basically one action-packed and explosion-filled car chase, but she figured that he and Junkrat must have watched it a hundred times over, and he had probably lived and slept through worse.

Mei lay wrapped in her blanket, head resting on Junkrat’s thigh, atop the striped boxers she’d insisted he start wearing at night. His flesh hand toyed idly with her hair, combing his fingers through the length of it as he asked aloud, “Well? What did ya think? Great movie, ain’t it!”

“I liked it. And I can definitely see why you like it. You know, it’s pretty impressive considering how old it is.”

“Right? It’s sort of like if the whole world ended, not just Oz. So, whaddaya think, I’m just like Max, ain’t I?” He fumbled with a lock of her hair, idly trying to figure out how to braid it. “Just like him.”

She kept her head still, though her eyes rolled up behind her glasses to try and see him, the edges of his features blurred without her lenses. “You’re not Max.”

“Oi!”

“You know who’s Max? 76. The brooding soldier sort with the haunted past, and he mostly speaks in stern grunts?”

“…You know what, Snowflake, I’ll give you that one.”

“You’re more like Nux,” she said, sitting up. “…It was Nux, right? The nice war boy?”

“Yeah! Arright, Nux is a good sort. Still think I’m like Max, though. Ya know, I used to joke around and call Roadie, Imporkan Joe. But he said he found it ‘distasteful’, whatever that means. What about you, you wanna be my ferocious truck-revvin’ Furiosa?”

Mei smiled a little, starting to clear away the bottles and plates of bones and food scraps. “Oh, I’m not really the Furiosa sort.”

“You can be a wife, then.”

“So I’m one of the wives? Doesn’t that mean I belong to Imporkan Joe? Did the wives have names? I can’t remember.”

“Of course they did! And you don’t belong to him, you can belong with me, that’s like the whole point.” He wrapped both arms around her waist, abruptly pulling her back into his lap and bringing his sharp teeth to nibble at her neck. “You can be Toast, she’s the smart one. Or Capable, she’s the brave one, and she’s in love with me. I mean, Nux.”

“They have very strange names. Although I guess the junkers do too. How did you even choose Junkrat?”

“Didn’t choose it per se, just sort of happens. You’d get a name too, eventually. Like…Mei the Mag, Mistress She-Panda, Frigi-vicious, or IceTits…”

“Those are horrible!”

“Don’t put me on the damn spot then, darl! I’m just sayin’, names happen. Take it from your favorite rat.” He soothed her with several kisses to the top of her head, even as she squirmed in protest. “Aw come on, we don’t have to decide on a name now, you can still be my sexy battle wife on the Fury Road…Kinda liking this idea more and more, actually. Say it with me, Mei. Sexy battle wife.”

“Y-you spout the most outlandish things, I swear,” she murmured, looking away to hide the redness of her cheeks. “Although…”

He brightened, smushing his cheek against hers. “Although?”

“This might be the beer talking but I have a really silly idea and…Just go to your bedroom and I’ll see you in a minute?”

Junkrat’s eyes widened, and he was so eager he almost threw her right off his lap in his excitement, half tumbling off the couch as his peg creaked in protest. “Bedroom! Right, yeah! Do I uh, do I need to get anything ready, or…?”

“No, no, just…go in there and close your eyes, and I’ll be in before this idea has the chance to sound even sillier than it is,” she said, waving him off.

The junker scrambled into his cramped sleeping quarters, a tiny side room from their main living area, with little more than his bed and an overflowing dresser full of his personal hoard. Hopping up onto the squeaking mattress, he waited. He heard the bathroom door open and shut again, over the sound of Hog’s snoring, and clamped both hands over his face when he heard a soft knock at his door. “All right, love! I’m not even peekin’, not even a little! Come on in!”

He heard it creak open and shut behind her, before her voice piped up sheepishly, “Okay. Honestly, I just thought it might be fun, but now it seems a little…Well, you can look now.”

He pried apart two fingers, one eye peeking through. Mei stood looking a bit embarrassed, wearing nothing more than the dirty off-white sheets from before, wrapped around her in a poor attempt to emulate the wispy gowns and cloth strips from the wives of the movie. It had ended up as more of a crude toga of sorts, and she had to keep one arm wrapped around her chest where the cloth kept falling away, and she laughed as she hiked the skirt back up around her hips.

“I was just playing around,” she said, “Honestly, I don’t see how anyone could fight while wearing stuff li-”

Junkrat’s arms were suddenly around her, and she found herself being dragged down onto the bed, dirty sheets and all. His dilated pupils stared up at her, rimmed with vivid yellow as he started to wrestle her down onto the mattress as she fought to keep her wraps in place, his toothy jaws already starting to kiss and bite hungrily at her exposed skin. “Nope!” he said, throwing one leg up to pin her hips into place, her ragged sheet-toga pulled up along with it. “Nope, you come in here dressed like one of my favorite things, you’re committed! Movie gets my blood pumpin’ already, and now you’re my sexy battle wife!”

She tried to stifle a laugh, and it came out as a rather nasal little squeal as his fingertips tickles her bare ribs. “Jamison, āi yā! It was just a joke!”

“No jokin’ now, love. This is serious as the grave,” he said, even as his maniac grin spread across his face. “Brace your tits for impact. Now I’m gonna take you for a real ride on the Fury Road!”

***

Roadhog awoke, yet again, to the muffled sound of squeaking springs and moaning behind the door. Grumbling at the inconvenience, he shuffled a slippered foot amongst the discarded boxes to see if perhaps he’d left a dumpling behind.

He hadn’t.

Rubbing at his masked face wearily as he heard Junkrat crowing again about what a lovely day it was, in the middle of the damn night, he groped blindly for the remote. With a few clicks, the movie skipped back to the menu and restarted itself, as the narration started about fire and blood once more. He turned the volume up as the soothing sounds of explosions and bloodshed returned, drowning out the noises he knew were still happening in the next room.

Folding his hands back across his belly, he bowed his masked head and fell back asleep.

#overwatch #fanfiction #meihem #meirat #junkmei #junkrat #jamison fawkes #mei #mei-ling zhou #roadhog #mako rutledge #mad max #funkyfluff

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kapowsandinterrobangs · 6 years

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My feet are

still hurting from yesterday. No surprises there - I had been up on my feet running and scurrying around between for almost twelve hours in a pair of black Rubi ballet flats that I had bought the day before specifically for yesterday’s occasion and so hadn’t been broken into. The skin at the back of my right ankle had peeled, red and raw flesh exposed as a result - something that I could barely think of throughout yesterday because I was so focused on not fucking up my $10/hour job.

Anyway, the gala dinner/ private auction yesterday enabled me to catch a glimpse into the world of Singapore’s 5%. I can’t exactly say 1% because I know not everyone there is filthy rich ala Peter Lim, but they are wealthy enough to bid $19000 on an artwork on a whim. Think Jamie Chua kinda rich - plenty of CEOs, perhaps socialites (there was one named Gwynneth Siu and she looked exactly like Tieponytail lol). Plenty of CEOs, chairmen, real estate developers and socialites - people that I have never interacted with. There was Rothschild attending the dinner who was also the biggest spender at the auction. I was super intrigued lah. Here are my key take-aways/ some anecdotes: 1. Rich people can be snobby but most are nice I manned the reception booth for about an hour with a fellow part-timer named Janice. Many of those who came to the reception table were nice and patient. Someone made a joke about referring to himself exclusively as “Campbell Soup” because that’s what he had on his shirt. Little did he know that fifteen minutes later another guest would walk in wearing the exact same shirt LOL. If there were any who were impatient while I was scanning through the name list and finding their table numbers for them, they don’t make it obvious but instead make light-hearted jokes like “oh no am I not on the list?” Except for this one fella though. Dressed to impress but had terrible manners I was like wtf LOL? Man insisted that he was a friend of the museum’s finder and was sooo impatient. First things first, almost everyone there is a friend of the museum founder. There were a few tables listed as “XXXX’s friend” so you really aren’t that special. Secondly, we misheard his last name which was why we spent a long time scanning the name list unsuccessfully. Even then, the amount of time we took didn’t quite justify the impatient finger-tapping against the table. After a while, he just left the booth and joined his friends inside which I was pretty happy about because I wasn’t a) in the mood and b) not paid enough to deal with his attitude.

But I guess birds of a feather flock together. The museum founder isn’t very friendly either. While I was busy setting placards on the table I accidentally made eye contact with him so I smiled politely. Man just stared back at me. Like I get it... I’m just a part time worker so who am I right hahaha

In any case, everyone else was really polite so I had a great time. Manners really maketh the man. 2. I saw my first IRL Hermes Birkin

Pretty self-explanatory. Honestly, I wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t placed on the reception table right in front of my face as the owner rummaged through it for her invitation card. It was an orange-electric blue leather Birkin. Quite a nice colour combination that fit right in with the Pop Art theme of the dinner. It was just like any other bag honestly hahaha 3. Rich Kids There were plenty of senior citizens in position of power but there were also plenty of youngsters who are younger than me. There was literally a JC kid who came for the dinner in his school uniform, thinking he hid his ACS uniform very well under his zipped up Adidas wind-breaker but obviously I knew better. There was one kid in particular who really intrigued me. He was well dressed, well-built and was no older than 18 years old. A quick Google search of his name (yea I copped it from the name list ok) suggested that he was around 16yo studying at SJI international. He came with his dad whom I found out later (also through a Google search) to be a board member/ director of several companies and owns a venture capitalist company. So yeah, swimming in moolah. Anyway, I didn’t really take notice of him until the auction when I had to eye-ball his table.

All I can say was that the boy was trigger happy with his paddle. Confidently putting his paddle up ever so frequently, effectively bidding for at least two lots. Best part is he actually won the bid for the first lot which was a painting/photo of a deflated beach ball.

He bid $2400 for it.

$2400 for a picture of a deflated beach ball. $2400 for THAT. Give me the money la! I can take photo of the same thing AND give you the original deflated beach ball.

His parents who were seated next to him had no qualms with him bidding. For all I know he could be helping them bid. But it really made me realise that rich kids are on a totally different level. This also showed in his cheeky interactions with a white guy seated on his left which I later found out is the CEO of a company which has his dad on on the director list. I guess when you have money, CEOs will have no problem treating you like equals even though you’re about one third their age.

4. Sharda Harrison

I ended up sharing a few moments with Sharda Harrison, a theatre practitioner/ emcee for the night, while I do backstage duty. I asked her how often she takes up emceeing jobs. She says she doesn’t emcee often but she wants to do more of it because the money’s good. I told her I recognised her from TV. She asked me if it was Okto Live. We laughed. Pretty chill, easygoing and down-to-earth person. 10/10 would love to hang out with her under any other capacity. That’s all I have for now. Will add more if I can remember. But yeah, that’s my reflections for The Private Museum’s gala dinner/ auction. It’s 3am so I’m going to sleep now.

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Love your Jamie Fics soo much!

Would you be able to write a fic about Jamie and Fem!Reader battling it out against each other at a Tournament at the local stadium?

Maybe reader wins, and things get a little heated in the locker room afterwards? :D

Thank you!!! And absolutely can do, this one was fun, reader and Jamie aren't dating in it but it was def not their first rodeo

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, relationship is complicated, fwb (teacher with benefits?), jamie is a bitter sore loser but also very proud of his disciple, biting, marking, drunk sex, piv, jamie is possessive in this one

Sore Loser

Word count: 1243

"You can almost cut the tension with a knife!"

The spectators cheer as the announcer hypes the match up.

You and your opponent both struggle to keep it together, you can hardly believe you've made it so far. You'll be hurting and putting ice packs on your bruises for hours after. Same goes for the fighter standing in front of you who is none other than Jamie Siu, your mentor, who's got blood dripping down his nose and onto his lips and chin, courtesy of a punch landed by you, of course.

The way you both move spacing each other and trying to read the next move is more akin to a dance than a fight. You both know that whoever manages to land the next attack will win thanks to the exhaustion.

Both of you have had five fights back to back before this one. What kind of tournament even does that?

Well, Metro City being Metro City you suppose.

Jamie tries to hit you by surprise.

"Aaand the brash peacekeeper makes a move! Is he desperate for an opening?"

The bottom of his palm brushes you just as you dodge right on time and with that you grab onto his arm and toss him over you. He falls flat on the ground.

"And the former winner of the Novice Tournament steps aside! Nothing goes by unnoticed by her aaaand there he goes! Thrown on the ground, will this be it? Will the novice fighter really take on and win against someone of this caliber?"

You know you won. Jamie is not getting back up, he's far too worn out, same as you, and you both knew, whoever would hit the other would take the win under their belt.

---

"FUCK-"

Jamie can't even express how he feels as he punches his own locker.

Under his breath he mutters to himself as he tries to make sense out of his emotions.

"I can't fucking believe this shit. She's my disciple. Mine. And I fucking lost to her." He kicks the poor innocent locker this time. "This crap was broadcast everywhere, how the hell will I move on knowing EVERYONE has seen me getting my ass handed over to me by someone who got trained by ME?"

He's furious. Then again. He's also insanely proud, you've come so far since he has taken you under his wing, but he's not pleased with how it turned out.

He hears you arrive at the locker room.

"What the fuck do you want?" He blows a loose hair out of his face.

"I just wanted to-“ you're cut off.

"To rub your victory on my face?!" He turns around, he looks like a mess. He's clearly been drinking since the match ended. "How the hell will I show my face in public after this?" He's walking towards you, gourd in hand and face scrunched up, clearly not pleased by any of this.

"S-same way you always did?" Your voice is small and uncertain as you step backwards, you didn't realize he'd be affected this badly and you feel bad for even joining the tournament at all. "I'm sorry, I- it was a really close match... It was amazing to fight you, I didn't kno-"

His mouth meets yours. You don't pull away. It's not the first time you've done this.

You reciprocate his kiss and you can feel his hand on your shoulder gripping tight as if warning you. Suddenly he pushes you onto the wall of lockers and dominates the kiss entirely. Tongue ravishing you, making you feel weak, imaging what else that tongue could do.

He breaks away from the kiss. Anger has mostly dissipated from his face, it's nothing but wanton lust now.

"How fuckin' dare you humiliate me in front of everyone," his words are sharp but his voice lacks malice "how dare you make a fool out of me... I'm gonna make you pay." He bites into your neck and sucks on the skin. He wants to mark you as his.

You feel the heat form between your legs.

"I'm so proud of far you've come... All because I taught you, and then I let my guard down and you do this? You need to be taught a lesson don't you think?"

"Huh-uhh!" You whine, god. Fuck. You need him. Was this caused by the adrenaline of the fights? Maybe but you need him.

"You belong to me. You belong t- to Jamie Siu, and 'm gonna show you." He's growling at your neck, possessiveness coming forth thanks to the drink. "Gonna make you beg for forgiveness. You'll know where you belong when I'm done with you."

His hands work at your waistband, grabbing both pants and underwear at the same time and pulling down leaving you vulnerable. You quickly wrap your legs around him and his fingers find your clit.

"You're so fucking wet, is this all for me? Are you so desperate to please your master? Maybe you should learn to be a better disciple huh?"

He starts rubbing you, showing no mercy. He wants you to lose control and he wants you to come for him, he needs a victory.

"You're so fucking pathetic. About to get fucked in the locker room... And here I thought you were a champion?" His teeth sink into your neck once more.

His other hand busy trying to free his dick.

"How badly to you want me inside you?"

"So bad! ...Jamie please!"

You're so terribly turned on by his behaviour. Maybe you should try and beat him more often if it leads to this.

He pushes himself into your wet folds, "Shhhh quit being so loud and be a good little disciple for me yeah?" He cups his hand over your mouth and bites at your shoulder. Thrusting in and out, keeping you pinned in place with the weight of his body.

"That's right... Take Jamie's cock, beg for more like a weakling and a loser... Come all over me."

He's working you fast, pumping in and out of you, you're overwhelmed, his dirty talk is driving you insane, his teeth on your neck, warm breath making you quiver, you can't contain yourself for much longer.

"Please Jamie...! I-“ you can't even finish what you wanted to say before you see white. Your body tenses up and he tightens against you. You're not going anywhere, he wants you to ride out the orgasm in full.

The locker room has been filled by moans and the sound of skin slapping at breakneck pace.

"That's right... That's my good girl, my good student... You're not taking any wins from me anymore from now on because you belong beneath me with my cock buried in you."

You're seeing stars. You know Jamie is close to cumming as well, he's far too sweaty and slurring the words, swears escaping his lips with ease.

He grabs onto your arms as he loses it. This is it, he can't take it any longer either.

"M- I'm so fuckin- p-proud of you, you're so fucking good- you take me so well" he turned to praising you as he comes undone and it riles you up again, your cunt still filled and now dripping with his seed.

His body limps and finally lets up on you. You both lower yourselves to the ground out of breath.

"Y-you good?" He asks you with an eyebrow raised.

"M-more than good-" you reply with a sideway smirk.

"God you make me so fucking hard, do you have any idea of how hard it is to focus and fight while trying to hide a boner? You're not fair-"

There's a knock at the door "PRESS INTERVIEW IN 5!"

You both jump out of your skin, you need to clean yourselves up and fast.

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