#jayme x reader

[lili-eerie]

♡ Jayme x Reader // fuck...i'm in love ♡

[nickeverdeen]

The Jayme Treatment | Jayme Hargreeves x fem!reader

Pairings: Jayme x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: 2 cuss words, co-workers shaming

Summary: After you decided to follow the instructions your co-workers told you today and taking their words to heart Jayme notices this of course and decides to help

Ps: Are you too sick of fluff? I hope not, but please tell me if it’s too much

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Jayme walked into the shared apartment, dropping her keys onto the small table by the door. Normally, the first thing she would hear was your enthusiastic greeting, and then see you bounding over to her with that bright smile she’d grown to love. But today, there was only silence.

Jayme frowned, pausing for a moment to listen. The place felt… empty, devoid of the usual energy you filled it with. She stepped further into the living room, looking around and noticing that you were there, sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” Jayme called out, her voice gruff but laced with concern. You barely glanced up at her, a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes crossing your face.

“Hey, Jayme,” you replied, your voice much quieter than usual.

Jayme’s frown deepened. She made her way over to you, standing beside the couch. She studied you for a moment—your slumped posture, your eyes lacking their usual spark. Something was definitely wrong.

“You alright?” she asked, her voice softening slightly.

You nodded, but it was weak and unconvincing. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, turning your gaze away.

Jayme knew you well enough to see through that. She tried again, “You wanna make dinner together?” Normally, that suggestion would light you up—you loved cooking together, even if you both made a mess of the kitchen.

But today, you just shook your head. “Not really… I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” You stood up and gave her a brief smile before retreating towards the bedroom, leaving Jayme standing there, her worry only growing.

It was barely 6 PM. She knew something had to be wrong, and it frustrated her that you were avoiding telling her. Jayme wasn’t one for emotional conversations, but she hated seeing you like this—so unlike your usual bright self.

She gave you a few minutes before she followed you to the bedroom. You were lying on your side, facing away from the door. Jayme walked over, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed. She gently shook your shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low but firm. You glanced up at her but stayed silent. Jayme clenched her jaw, her frustration evident. “What the hell’s going on, babe?” she asked, her voice sharper now. “You’ve been acting weird since I got home.”

You stayed silent for a moment, and Jayme’s frown deepened. She wasn’t used to seeing you like this, and it made her chest tighten uncomfortably. After a long pause, you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“At work today… one of my co-workers said some stuff,” you began, not meeting her eyes. “They said I’m… annoying. That everyone would be happier if I just shut up and stopped being so… energetic all the time.” You paused, swallowing hard. “They said you’d probably be happier if I were more quiet and calm.”

Jayme’s eyes narrowed, her irritation turning to anger. She couldn’t believe someone would say that to you. She knew you had a unique personality—always upbeat, always wanting to make people happy—and she loved that about you. The thought that someone had made you doubt yourself like this made her blood boil.

“That’s bullshit,” Jayme said, her voice sharp. She reached out, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You think I’d be with you if I thought you were annoying?” she asked, her tone softening slightly.

You looked up at her, your eyes a little shaky. “Really?” you asked, your voice small.

“Really,” Jayme said firmly. She stood up, tugging you up with her. “C’mon. We’re gonna make some brownies.”

You blinked, surprised. “Brownies?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna help me,” Jayme said, pulling you towards the kitchen. She wasn’t taking no for an answer.

You followed her, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything. Jayme wasn’t usually one for this kind of thing—baking, comforting—but she was trying for you, and that made your heart swell.

In the kitchen, Jayme started gathering ingredients, and you joined her, slowly getting more involved. She even put on some music, which made you raise an eyebrow.

“Music, Jayme?” you teased lightly.

“Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, but there was a small smile on her face.

As you worked together, measuring and mixing, you felt some of the heaviness lift. Jayme’s presence was grounding, her no-nonsense attitude exactly what you needed to shake off the day. Slowly, the spark in your eyes started to return, and Jayme noticed, a satisfied feeling settling in her chest.

By the time the brownies were in the oven, you were more yourself—still a little quiet, but smiling more, laughing a bit when Jayme made a mess with the flour. Jayme watched you, her heart swelling with affection. She wasn’t great with words, but she hoped her actions showed you just how much you meant to her.

When the brownies were finally done, you both sat at the kitchen table, sharing a piece while the rest cooled. Jayme reached over, brushing a flour off your cheek, and you looked up at her, your smile finally reaching your eyes.

“Thank you, Jayme,” you said softly.

Jayme just shrugged, a small smile on her lips. “Anytime, babe.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Jayme: I wanna kiss you so bad

Y/N: then kiss me

Jayme: I have venomous spit

Y/N: is this an anti venom?

Jayme: I don’t know

Y/N: then I’m gonna find one so I can kiss you

Jayme blushes as Y/N ventures off in search of an anti venom…

For @thatonesexymotherfucka

[nickeverdeen]

Lit by You | Jayme Hargreeves x fem!reader

Pairings: Jayme x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Somehow you managed to comvince Jayme to go with you to a lights walk even though it’s not her thing, but after a tiny incident she starts to see that it was worth going.

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Jayme wasn’t sure how she ended up here, bundled up in her black leather jacket, scarf tugged high around her neck, walking through a suburban neighborhood drowning in Christmas lights. It had taken some serious convincing on your part—though she’d never say no to you for long. You had a way of softening her edges, and despite her sarcastic grumbles, she didn’t hate it.

Still, as you bounced ahead, practically radiating excitement like the string lights themselves, Jayme couldn’t help but feel… indifferent.

“Look at that one” you exclaimed, pointing at a house with a full-on Santa’s workshop in the yard—reindeer, sleigh, blinking candy canes, the works. “They’ve even got fake snow!”

Jayme hummed noncommittally, hands stuffed in her pockets. She glanced at the display but didn’t say much. It wasn’t that she hated Christmas or anything, but the over-the-top decorations? Not really her thing.

You caught her lack of enthusiasm, your bright energy dimming slightly. You stopped in your tracks, falling into step beside her instead of darting ahead.

“Am I dragging you through this?” you asked softly, your tone quieter now.

Jayme glanced at you, her sharp eyes softening when she noticed the furrow of concern on your face. You weren’t pouting, exactly, but you’d definitely calmed down. It was such a shift from your usual sunshine-like demeanor that it pulled at something in her chest.

“No,” she said quickly. “You’re not dragging me anywhere.”

You didn’t seem convinced, but you nodded and stopped pointing out every light display you passed. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the warm buzz from before, either.

Jayme chewed on the inside of her cheek as the two of you walked further. You’d slowed, your usual spark dampened, and suddenly she hated how quiet it had gotten. She thought back to your earlier excitement—the way your eyes had lit up when you spotted the glowing Santa, the way you’d practically skipped down the sidewalk when you saw the first twinkling string of lights.

She stopped walking.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

You turned to her, eyebrows raised.

“What’s your favorite one so far?” Jayme asked, nodding at the houses around you.

Your face brightened a little, though you hesitated. “Uh… probably that one,” you said, pointing to a house with strands of multicolored lights wrapped around every tree in the yard. “It looks like something out of a storybook.”

Jayme followed your gaze, and though the lights didn’t do much for her, the way your eyes sparkled as you spoke made her chest feel warm. She stepped closer, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“It’s a good choice,” she said.

You blinked up at her, surprised. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” she said simply. “It’s… nice.”

You studied her for a moment, then your lips curved into a soft smile. “Thanks for coming with me,” you said. “Even if it’s not your thing.”

Jayme shrugged, her smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You’re my thing.”

The redness that bloomed across your cheeks had nothing to do with the cold, and Jayme felt a flicker of pride at the sight.

As you continued walking, your earlier excitement returned in gentle waves. You didn’t dart ahead like before, but you pointed out a few more of your favorites, your voice soft and full of wonder. Jayme stayed close, watching as the lights reflected in your eyes, bringing you to life in a way that made the cold December air feel a little warmer.

And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to see the appeal after all.

[lili-eerie]

❤︎ Random Jayme Thoughts ❤︎

❤︎ Always been a tomboy but she did girly shit with Sloane just to make her happy. She'd let her practice hairstyles and makeup looks while cheesy pop music played and Sloane went on and on about all the places she wanted to see and the books she was reading and, truthfully, Jayme only ever liked two things about it: when Sloane did her nails and the fact that she's one of the few in the family that gets to hear all of this.

❤︎ LOVES spicy or sour anything. And it's atomic levels of spice/sour too, her siblings can't even eat a little of it (except for Ben and only when it's something lighter) but that's fine by her. They're all amazed that she still has taste buds.

❤︎ She's really into mechanics and built her own bike, as well as a few cars over the years. Mostly, she gets a total junker, fixes it up, and sells it for cheap (because she's rich and doesn't need the money). It's just therapeutic for her, spending hours in the garage, listening to music and focusing on something else for once.

❤︎ Sometimes, when they were kids, she'd cause a scene and get into trouble just to get the heat off of one of her siblings. Mostly Alphonso, but occasionally she'd do it for Sloane or Chris. It's not a thing she needs to do now but she's still a little protective over them.

❤︎ Twilight is her favorite time of day. Not daylight, not yet moonlight, that little in between that only stays for a moment, the sky fading into purple and stars just beginning to glimmer. She likes to watch it from the rooftop, twilight fading into night as she just lingers in the darkness for a little while, counting constellations.

❤︎ NOT into the classic romances. Chocolates, flowers, love letters, that all seems so fake to her and it will make her made is anyone even tries it with her. To her, real romance is personal. It's keeping a drawer full of those crazy sour candies she likes just in case she had a bad day, it's bickering over what movies to watch and insulting each other lovingly, it's texting her pictures your took because, hey, you think she'd like that dog and you know what? She DOES like that dog.

❤︎ Jayme doesn't care for real flowers but thinks origami ones are pretty cool. Actually, she likes origami in general but hers always turn out a little wonky and she doesn't know why.

❤︎ She doesn't say much so what she says is either something that she means or just something mean. And it can be hard to tell the difference between the two. But those who know her best can come to tell when she's just lashing out (and she does it often) and when she means every word of it.

❤︎ Kind of terrified of touch because she wants it so badly and avoids it but craves it and hates how confusing this all is. Jayme wants to much to be held and kissed and all of it because she thinks she's too cold and too sharp and who could ever love a knife enough to kiss it? She needs to be handled gently but, in time, that sharpness softens itself away, at least a little bit.

❤︎ She never actually had to come out as a lesbian, everyone just sort of knew??? It was obvious and accepted as soon as each of them realized it, that was that.

❤︎ Jayme knows that she's a selfish, bitter bitch with a sharp tongue and wishes she knew how to be nice and soft (like Sloane) or charming (like Fei and Marcus) but she's not. She's just not. And she can't be anyone but herself and worries that no one will ever like her enough to accept her as she it. But she's cooler and sweeter than she even knows and she is lovable, Jayme just can't see it anymore.

❤︎ She's nicer then she knows. A hard life has made her cold and sharp and maybe she can't truly change. Maybe she'll always be sharp tongued and sarcastic, maybe she'll always lash out, maybe she'll always lose her temper and mess things up. But she works hard to clean up her mess and silently apologies and tries to show everyone that she cares in her sharp sort of way. But she does have kindness in her and, when coaxed out and treated gently, it comes out more and more.

❤︎ Much prefers Halloween over Christmas. The costumes, the candy, the pranks and scary stories and movies, it's just her sort of thing. And it's Fei's too, they both love Halloween. Marcus only allows the group costumes because its good for social media but, hey, at least they do it.

[lili-eerie]

Jealousy // TUA x Reader.

Request: hi! first, I wanted to say that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE your writing. I can't get over how talented you are. also, I was wondering if you could do a fluffy Jayme x Reader or Klaus x Reader fic? (you can choose which one I absolutely adore them both) if you have an idea, go for it, but if you don't then maybe something with stargazing or Reader giving them flowers? or the superhero getting jealous? or just anything really. thank you so much!!!!

A/N: I couldn’t decide which I liked better! Anon picked my favorite Umbrella AND my favorite Sparrow, how can you make me pick between my spouses? So I’m choosing everything and everyone! Flowers for Klaus and stars for Jayme and a little bit of jealousy all around, darlings.

Pairings: Jayme Hargreeves x Reader (female); Klaus Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral).

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy: it is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.”

William Shakespeare, Othello.

Jayme isn’t easy to love, that much she knows.

She can be mean and snarky far too often and her nasty habit of pushing people away when they start getting close certainly doesn’t help. Loving her was a battle that no one had been willing to fight for too long. But some how, despite all of the snark and venom, you loved her anyway and a part of her still couldn’t believe it...no one really could.

They said it all of the fucking time.

Maybe opposites really do attract but everybody else seemed to focus on just how opposite you really were, something of sugar and salt.

And every time they said it, Jayme just felt a little bit more.

Because maybe she didn’t deserve you and maybe you weren’t going to stick around...and maybe, just maybe, that thought terrified her in a way she could not explain. And then there was Jenna. Fucking Jenna. She was perfect, beautiful and charming and oh so wonderful!

Jayme hated that bitch.

Because Jayme could see the way she was looking at you, flirting with you, so carefully creeping closer and closer and, oh, Jayme could feel the venom building up. She wanted to scream, to spit, to break that bitch’s pretty little face into a million fucking pieces. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because, as much as she wanted to hurt her, she couldn’t bare the idea of hurting you...all her life, she’d never struggled with cracking skulls. But for you? For you she would hold back the rage.

You could see it, that fire in her eyes, though she didn’t know that. Sensing the fury within, you excused yourself from the party and followed Jayme as she stormed off, chasing her to the rooftop garden.

“Jay?”

She was standing at the edge of the roof, surrounded by greenery and roses as she gazed up at the sky. Coming close, you placed a hand on the small of her back and she sighed, the touch of you such a sweet comfort. Together you sat on the edge, head leaning against her shoulder as you looked up at the starry sky.

Andromeda, Aquila, Libra…

“She likes you,” Jayme suddenly said, breaking the silence with quiet fury. “Jenna. And I...I hate that. I hate the way she looks at you.”

“Baby, the only one I’m looking at is you,” you whispered.

And she smiled, despite herself, turning to look at you. Stardust glittered in your eyes on on her lips and she kissed you, needing the taste and touch of you so, so badly. Neither of you returned to the party. Instead you stayed up there in the clouds, counting the stars and stealing kisses. In time the anger dissipated (and later when you would tell her how proud you were that she didn’t unleash the way she wanted to, she would confess that she only did it for you) and Jayme felt okay again.

She felt loved and it was all she needed, the love of her life and the stars in the sky.

Sculptor, Orion, Musca…

Klaus is a mess and you, darling, just make him a hell of a lot messier.

It’s utterly ridiculous how much he loves you, but what’s even more ridiculous was that you loved him back. Him! Klaus Hargreeves! He was a screw-up, a disaster, all glitter and gore and misery and he was loved.

And that scared him.

Love, was no soft little creature, no, it was a fucking monster.

It was a beast that slithered in and destroyed with all of it’s poison and sharp teeth and it had bitten the man one too many times. He’d been hurt, over and over again by the beast. Scars littered his skin and soul and Klaus found himself terrified that he might loose you too. Heart aching and mind racing, Klaus had pulled away after that, wondering if this might be better.

Was it safe to love you?

Would you be happier without him?

Sometime he thought about that, imagining you happy as can be with someone else...someone safer and sweeter and normal. But the thought alone was too much to bare, did you want somebody else? Or did you want him? He prayed to the universe, to God, to anything that might be out for something, anything...some kind of sign to prove it to him.

And it was you.

You were the sign of love, no, you were love incarnate! Sitting outside his door, plucked from your garden and wrapped neatly in newspaper and twine, were flowers. Lilies. They were his favorite lily, Casa Blanca lilies, with sweet snowy petals. Once he’d told you about that and Klaus realized that you must have grown these for him...he smiled at the sight of them, fumbling for the note tucked between the flowers, reading what had been scribbled in you familiar handwriting.

“We loved with a love that was more than love...”

Heart fluttering in his chest, Klaus ran to you at once, love note and a lily still clutched in his hands. Falling against the door, he knocked and said your name like a love song, smiling as you opened the door.

“You gave me flowers,” he said breathlessly, falling into you. “You love me!”

And then he was kissing you, the both of you stumbling back into the couch. The kiss is pure fucking magic, something straight out of a dream come true.. You love him, you love him, you fucking love him and, oh, he loves you too, darling! He loves you so much! He’ll tell you again an again, confessions smothered between your lips.

[lili-eerie]

Touch // Jayme Hargreeves x Reader.

A/N: I’ve been writing a lot for Alphonso (and loving it!) but my love Jayme has been neglected so here’s a little something for her. It’s been a blah kind of day so I really needed to write something fluffy...as a treat.

Pairing: Jayme Hargreeves x Reader (female).

Warning: Slight lemony flavoring below, nothing too intense but things are gettin’ steamy + some slight nudity.

Hands takes yours, fingers intertwined.

Not many people are out on a night like this and you cannot blame them, the summer heat so hot and smothering against exposed skin. With no one around it almost seems as though the city belongs to the two of you, dancing through the kingdom you’ve conquered. Both a little drunk, you giggle and dance to music you can barely hear as you wander your way home. You’re a little ahead on her, dancing in the streetlight, oh, baby, you’re so beautiful!

“Hey...”

She takes your hand and pulls you into her. Looking at her with hazy eyes, you smile at her. There are stars in your eyes, she thinks, glittering and lovely and she is lost in you, so so lost...and she doesn’t give a damn if she should never find her way back. Leaning into you, Jayme presses her lips to yours in a soft kiss. The taste of tequila lingers on her lips and you’re drunk all over again, maybe on her or maybe on the alcohol, who knows. But you’re kissing and smiling into her lips, so happy tonight.

“Let’s go home, honey,” you whisper.

And you kiss her again before running down the street with her, still holding her hand.

Jayme holds you like she’s afraid to let go, lest you slip away and vanish forever, as you run, run, tun through the kingdom and into your castle...a shoebox of an apartment filled with music and maybe a little bit of magic too.

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Lips grace your neck.

She’s just come home, tired and bloodied as she falls into you. Jayme is a creature of habit and you know her every move from memory.

The clattering resounding through the apartment is her keys being tossed onto the side table, door slamming behind her and lock clicking into place (she always makes sure to lock everything, so worried about your safety). And the two thumps are her combat boots, kicked off to settle beside the sneakers you keep by the door. A weary sigh fills the air as she takes a moment to herself, to breathe, to think, to feel. And then she comes to find you.

You are waiting for her in the kitchen, sensing her presence as she comes.

The scent of smoke and dried blood mingle with fresh coffee as she comes close, pressing you between her body and the counter.

“Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Hmmm...” mumbling absentmindedly, Jayme’s fingers brushed your hair away and exposed your neck to her bloody lips. “I missed you.”

Lips dance along your neck in a crooked line, blood staining your skin.

And you smile, leaning into it, because you missed her too, coffee machine humming along with the beat of your hearts. She holds you and kisses you, loving how you keep her stable in this disastrous world.

Every kiss saves her, just a little bit.

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Foreheads press together, dark eyes gazing at you through a haze of dark lashes.

Jayme had stumbled into your apartment without thinking, knowing that she wanted nothing else but you. Everything and everyone else just fucking sucks right now and she’s so angry and hurting but you, you, darling, are the remedy for the aching in her heart. Storming out of the academy, she ran to you right then, ranting and pacing furiously for a long, long time. But the anger has subsided slowly and now...she just wants yo hold you.

And she’s here now, hiding in the dark with you.

Moonlight spills over lovers in a pool of silver as Jayme presses herself into you softly, forehead against your own and eyes locked together.

Has anyone ever been as lovely as you?

Eyes so bright, lips so sweet, all stardust and sugar...oh, she just loves you so much!

She doesn’t need to say another word, you know that she’s hurting right now. And she doesn’t need anything else as you kiss her softly and whisper into her lips, everything else just vanishing into this kiss. Anger fades away into passion, Jayme kissing you deeply.

And it all just feels right once again.

~

Lips trace a trail across your shoulders.

Laying naked on her bed, you are bathed in the light of the setting sun, all golden and glowing and sweet, fast asleep. She looks at you and thinks of honey, smiling at the sight of you. Stripping from her uniform, Jayme joins you in bed and lays beside you as fingers travel up, up, up your spin. You shiver in your sleep and she smiles, kissing your shoulder.

“Jay…?”

The sound of your voice, soft and sleepy, just makes her heart flutter (she feels stupid for saying it, but it’s true) as you stir beneath her. A kiss, kiss, kiss is drawn from shoulder to shoulder and you’re sighing so sweetly, melting beneath her touch.

Slowly you roll in her embrace, back against the sheets as you look up at her.

The sun is in your eyes and a smile is on your face as Jayme grins at you, wondering how one person can be so stunningly perfect…

“Jayme…”

Her name is magic on your lips, a siren song that draws her in as she kisses you again and again.

~

Arms wrap around your waist as she pulls you into her embrace.

Her head rests against your shoulder as Jayme cuddles close, cheek pressed flat against your shoulder and looks at the window.

Twilight has come over the city, sunlight slipping slowly into darkness. Most people are sad at the end of a perfect summer day but Jayme counts the seconds until darkness. During they daylight hours, she’s mostly busy and can barely steal a moment to be with you (and that sucks so much). But in the dark she is free to be with you once again, to love you and to be loved by you, and she just lives for these moments.

Your hands fold over hers, the touch of cool metal making her smile.

The rings you wear are simple silver bands, her own typically on a chain when training or fighting. But tonight it’s on her finger too, ring glinting softly side by side in the light and simple inscription glittering.

J + Y.

It’s just a little piece of you she likes to keep with her, a reminder of who she has waiting for her at the end of a day.

~

Lips wander the valley between your breasts.

You writhing beneath her, hands tangled in her hair as you moan her name like a prayer. She is your goddess, Aphrodite on earth, and you are in the palm of her hand. Jayme is beautiful and terrifying, something of lightning and roses and ichor, and you are so, so in love with her. Her lips are a fire against your skin, wildfire raging from your belly to your breasts as you moan.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Jayme whispers against hot skin.

Hands gently squeeze your breast, a little moan making her smile.

Jayme loves to see you fall apart for her, just for her. Because nobody else can make you feel the way she can and she knows it too, taking her time as you fall apart.

Gasping softly, you can feel her smiling against you, kiss after kiss making your mind hazy with love and lust. That beautiful wildfire burning its way up, up, up your neck, sweet nothing whispered in between.

You are so pretty, she declares, and perfect and all kinds of lovely.

And she loves you so fucking much, lips hovering over your own. Unable to take it anymore, you pulled her into again and, oh, she feels that fire too.

Jayme kisses you again and knows that she’s not going anywhere, not tonight.

Home is right here in your lips, right where she belongs.

~

Legs tangle with yours, laying in bed and looking at the stars.

Jayme loves nights like this, all tangled up in you with no worries about tomorrow.

Laying against the pillows, you hold her from behind, hands wrapped around her waist. Jayme loves the star, something you discovered long ago. She can name ever constellation from memory and all of the myths that follow them. And you know her, every freckle and scar and secret little detail that you alone have discovered. Past lovers never hung around too long (that was how she wanted it back then, so selfish and so lonely, but you’ve changed her so much) to know her like this but you?

You know her and you love her and tonight you are holding close her as she gazes at the stars and you gaze at her.

Sometimes she points out the constellations, sometimes she tells you “star stories”.

But tonight you lay in silence, tracing patterns across her stomach.

Jayme’s never felt so happy, so complete. There had been something missing before she met you, a void in her life that only you had been able to fill. Like a blank sky punctured with holes, you’d filled her world with light and she loved you for it.

Closing her eyes, you hummed a lullaby to the beat of your hearts and Jayme drifted off into dreams of you.

~

Lips press to your own again and again.

There’s nothing she wants to do more then to kiss you, so existing just for this. Your lips are heaven and starlight and sweetness and she’s terribly addicted to you.

But you are just as enamored and just as in love.

So she kisses you again and again, falling deeper in love with you with every kiss. Her mind is hazy and her lips are hot, body pressed to your own. Jayme can feel the beat of your heart and it sings with her own, a perfect little song. She pulls away, only for a moment, and bites your lips playfully, softly. But you pull her right back into you again.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

And she does, forgetting everything besides you lips.

It’s just you and here, just the way it should be. Lovers want for nothing but each other and Jayme’s got all of you right here in her hands and heart.

And you’ve got her too, kissing like so sweetly that her head spins.

[lili-eerie]

Meet The Family// Jayme’s Version.

Request: You ask for more, I give you more. Jayme Hargreeves x reader where Jayme is introducing reader to her siblings for the first time and reader is like really nervous and won’t let go of Jayme's hand until one of them is like sort of sweet to her and she loosens up a bit

A/N: This request came at a perfect time because 🌻Anon requested something quite similar for dear, sweet Alphonso! So it’s become a sweet little set and I hope to continue it for the others. This comes from my dearest reader, 🧿Anon. Thank you for requesting again!

Pairing: Jayme Hargreeves x Reader (female).

Song: Rather Be (Westworld/PMJ Version).

“It’s easy being with you,

Sacred simplicity.

As long as we’re together,

There’s no place I’d rather be.”

You were everything she’d never dreamed of having.

For so long, Jayme was so scared of love that she refused to even consider such a thing. It was easier, she had thought, to hide her heart away then it was to face her fears. The idea of taking down the walls that she’d so carefully built up around her heart was unthinkable and yet...here she was, walls down and heart open wide. That mean little pessimist, with all of her venom and sarcasm, had fallen in love.

And she loved it.

It was somehow both the most dangerous and wonderous thing she’d ever done and she didn’t regret a damn thing.

You were perfect, a dream come fucking true.

And the fact that you actually loved her back was almost crazy too comprehend. God only knows that she’d been a bitch about the whole thing, bullying you (just a little bit) and trying to chase you away as much as she could. But you’d stayed because you loved her like nobody ever had, fought for her, and you’d won. That was even crazier but it had happened too. You had won her over and taken your rightful place as the queen of her heart.

Just like that, Jayme was so in love with you.

It was almost pitiful, the desperation and adoration she felt for you, love to the point of utter devotion. But it was beautiful too and she’d never been so happy before.

Which is why she’d held back when it came to meeting her family.

She loves them, of course she loves her family, but the Hargreeves are not the perfect heroes they proclaim to be. They are walking disasters, every last one of ‘em. Marcus has an ego the size of Jupiter and control issues like you wouldn’t believe, Ben’s a cocky little bastard filled with tentacled terrors and self-hatred, Alphonso’s cool, Sloane’s two seconds from bolting out the door and never looking back, Fei’s constantly spying on everyone, Christopher can be a little mean, don’t even get her started on their so-called father, and Jayme...well, you love her.

So maybe you’ll love them too.

She’s been thinking about it for a while now, playing around with the idea of introducing you in the back of your mind. Alphonso, of course, already knew you and liked you a lot.

He was her absolute favorite of them all and had been the first to know of you, having met you accidentally and liked you right away. You were, he decided, simply perfect for his sister and the happiness you brought her was worth everything and anything.

And it gave her a little bit of hope.

The truth was that she did want you to meet her family. Yeah, they were a mess, but they were her mess and she loved them. Refused to say it often but totally felt it. So Jayme wanted them to meet the girl she loved too. Honestly, at this point, they had to know that something was up. She was either sneaking out to meet you or sneaking you in/out of the academy (with a few near misses along the way) and while she did it better then Fonz, it had to be obvious. And she was right too, a few of her siblings already suspecting something. It was the way that she smiled so much more, always looking at her phone and drifting off into dreams.

Yeah, they had to at least suspect something was up with her at this point. So she might as well bite the bullet and get it over with, right?

She was holding your hand tight and trying not to imagine all of the things that could go wrong...and you’re nervous as hell, that much she can tell. Because you’re holding onto her tight and she can feel your pulse dancing rapidly too, hand squeezing her own.

“You don’t have to,” she said softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“I do!” you replied at once, squeezing her hand softly. “It’s just...”

What if they’re crazy? What if it all blows up in her fucking face? What if they cause a scene or start a fight or scare you off and she’s left all alone forever and ever-

“What if they don’t like me?”

Oh. That’s what you were freaked out about? Jayme laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She’d been so caught up in her family’s drama that she hadn’t even noticed your own. You’d been freaked out too and she should have noticed that sooner, she should have said something. But thinking that they wouldn’t like you?

“First of all,” Jayme said with a smile. “They are going to love you because I love you. And if they got a problem? Screw ‘em. I’ll leave and take Fonz with me. He’d do it.”

“I would,” Alphonso agreed instantly.

“So you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

And hopefully, neither did she.

“With every step we take,

Kyoto to the bay,

Strolling so casually.

We’re different and the same,

Gave you another name.

Switch up the batteries.”

It was a Sunday night and, while they mostly did their own things through the week, Marcus, for some reason, insisted on Sunday night dinners for “bonding”. It was mostly so he could brag in interviews about them without lying, Jayme thought. He liked that perfect superhero family thing and tried so hard to make it real. But really, it mostly just ended in a screaming match or a fist fight, Sloane crying and everyone storming off to fume about it for a while.

But tonight was going to be different.

Because tonight, as she walked into the dinning room, she had you by her side. Everyone is shocked to see a stranger in the house and a hell of a lot more shocked to see that stranger holding Jayme’s hand. Ben mouths something to Christopher who chitters softly in reply, Marcus clearing his throat loudly.

“Jay? Who’s this?”

“My girlfriend.” She replies as she takes a seat.

You’re sitting next to her in the silence, her family looking at you in confusion. Still nervous as hell, you hold onto her for dear life.

“Hi, it’s...great to finally meet you all,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

They shared a look, all of them, and Jayme could tell that you were freaking out a little bit from the way you’re hand was shaking. She squeezed it three times (her code for I love you was three and you’d learned to pick up on it) and shot you a smile, silently praying for her fucked up family to something right.

“I wish you’d said something earlier, Jayme,” Sloane said. “I’d of planned something!”

“...What?” she asked at once, glancing at her sister.

“You know, a nicer dinner, her favorite champagne, something to welcome her to the family.” Sloane smiled at you, eyes bright. “Hi! I’m Sloane.”

“Hi.”

You’re not shaking anymore, the grip you have on her hand loosening. Sloane is taking the lead this time and being her oh-so sweet self, asking you all about your life and family. And Jayme’s starting to think that this might not be such disaster because so far nobody’s freaking out or fighting. It’s actually kind...nice? Is that a thing they can do? Christopher chatters suddenly.

“Should have known Jayme was in loooove from the way she was sneaking around and smiling all the time!”

“Chris!” she hisses, shooting him a deadly glare as he feigns terror and they all chuckle.

And just like that you can let go and talk with her family. Sloane is sweet, Christopher is charming, Ben is...not as terrible (though he does question why you like Jayme and you handle it so perfectly too). Fei makes you laugh with a few well timed quips. And Marcus doesn’t say a damn thing, actually being nice to you.

It’s a goddamn miracle.

You spent the night with her and this time, there was no sneaking around. Tonight Jayme took you by the hand and lead you to her bed once more. Laying together, you steal kisses in the shadows and whisper about the night.

“Do you think they liked me?”

“Hell yeah they did,” Jayme whispered, kissing the top of your head. “They fucking loved you, I can tell.”

You’re smiling and her heart just thrills at the sight of it. The academy is not yet quiet, little sounds of her siblings slipping through. Marcus is exercising before bed to music and Sloane is in the kitchen for her nightly cup of tea. She can hear Christopher and Ben chattering away and Alphonso too, the TV playing from his bedroom. It’s a little bit perfect and she realizes that she’s never been so happy before. It feels like whatever was missing from her life has been complete, with her family actually happy for once and you in her arms.

“But you know what?” Jayme says with a grin. “I love you a hell of a lot more.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” she grins. “I fucking love you.”

You turn in her embrace and smile at her, playing with her dark hair as you look into your eyes. She feels pretty beneath your gaze, beautiful even, lips hovering over hers in an almost kiss. Her heart is aching for you as your body presses to her, hearts beating together is a jumbled symphony.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

The world fades away with just a kiss, Jayme falling so sweetly into. If there’s such a place as heaven, it must exist within your lips.

“If you gave me a chance, I would take it.

It’s a shot in the dark but we’ll make it.

Know with all of your heart, you can’t shake me.

When I am with you

There’s no place I’d rather be.”