hi darling could i pretty please request a jamie fic where reader and jamie, coworkers who secretly yearn for each other, supposedly seem to despise each other due to a matter of miscommunication (which theyre unaware of) until one day theyre forced to confront it in an angsty, dramatic and sickeningly romantic manner. i would like to leave as much as possible up for your to decide plot-wise but iโm thinking maybe the good old โwho hurt youโ or dramatic rain confession could be used? anyway, hope you have a great day tnx xx
It was never him โหเฟ
Jamie Campbell Bower x reader
Warnings: miscommunication, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, yearning, emotional confrontation, rain, hurt/comfort, โWho hurt you?โ, happy ending ;)
A/N: hii! thank you so much for requesting, a bit nervous publishing this, but i hope you enjoy it xx
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At work, you and Jamie are basically famous for how much you clash.
Youโre always talking over each other in meetings and picking fights over things that literally do not matter. Sometimes your conversations end in this heavy, awkward silence that makes everyone else in the room want to leave. People even joke that if you two were ever stuck in a room alone, one of you would end up quitting on the spot.
Neither of you ever laughs at that joke.
The thing is, itโs not actually hate. It just looks like it to everyone else.
Jamie is just soโฆ intimidating. Heโs precise, always in control, and acts like heโs never had a doubt in his life. You act like you hate that, or at least, thatโs what you tell yourself. But the truth is way messier. You notice stuff you probably shouldnโt. Small things. Like the way he rubs his eyes when heโs tired, or how he actually waits for you to finish talking before he starts disagreeing. Sometimes he stands a little too close, then realizes it and steps back immediately. And then thereโs the way he looks at you.
But you never say anything. Obviously.
There are moments where you almost do, though. Like when youโre standing next to him during a presentation and you can feel the warmth of his shoulder through your sleeve. Or when he leans in to point at something on your screen and you completely forget what you were saying. But then he just clears his throat, straightens up, and the moment is gone.
So you just go back to arguing instead.
Itโs stupid, but it feels safer.
Thereโs another coworker you actually get along with. You guys hang out during breaks and just talk about whatever. Heโs easy to talk to and doesnโt make you feel like youโre constantly saying the wrong thing. At some point, you just start venting to him about Jamie.
โHeโs so confusing,โ you say one day. Then, โHeโs so hot and cold, I canโt deal.โ And finally, you just admit it: โI honestly think he just hates me.โ
Your friend doesnโt tease you or make it weird. He just says, really gently, โMaybe you should just tell him how you feel.โ
You just laugh it off. โYeah, right. Like that would ever happen.โ
You donโt tell him how scared you actually are. How every time Jamie sounds cold or annoyed, it feels like a total rejection. Like a reminder that you were stupid to even hope he liked you back.
Jamie definitely notices you guys getting close.
Of course he does. He sees how relaxed you are around your friend and how you actually laugh without holding back. And instead of just asking you whatโs up, he starts making these annoying, passive-aggressive comments.
โWhy donโt you just ask your friend?โ he snaps one afternoon, not even looking up from his screen.
Youโre just like, โWhat?โ
โYou two seem really close,โ he says another day, his voice all sharp and his jaw tight. โI donโt want to interrupt,โ he mutters once, and he actually sounds almostโฆ jealous?
Every comment feels like heโs just shutting a door in your face.
You try to fix it, though. You bring him a coffee once, and he just gives you a distracted โthanks.โ You wait for him after a meeting, and he just nods and walks past. You even ask him for help with something you already know how to do just to talk to him, but he just gives you a dry answer and turns away.
So, eventually, you just stop trying. And Jamie takes that as proof that he was right all along.
When the new project assignment comes out, everyone literally groans.
Itโs a short trip, a crazy schedule, and way too much pressure. When both of your names are read out together, someone actually whistles.
โGood luck,โ your friend says, giving you a look.
Neither of you says a word.
The first day away is so tense, but youโre both professional. You actually work together scarily wellโlike you can anticipate each otherโs moves. Anyone watching would think youโve been a team for years. But by the second day, the tension is justโฆ heavy. It feels like something is about to snap.
You start bickering over everything. The timing, the wording, stuff that doesnโt even matter. By the time night hits, youโre just done.
Thatโs when it finally breaks.
Jamie throws out some frustrated comment without thinking, and you snap back. He takes it the wrong way, obviously.
โYou donโt even need my help,โ he says, sounding totally over it. โYou already have someone else you trust.โ
Thatโs it. Thatโs the breaking point.
You just stare at him. โIs that seriously what you think?โ
He scoffs, and you can see the hurt on his face for a split second. โWhat else am I supposed to think?โ
You donโt even answer. He just grabs his jacket and walks out.
You follow him outside into the rain.
Itโs freezing and the air is raw, and the second the door shuts behind you, youโre already soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to your face and youโre shaking, trying so hard not to cry.
โDonโt,โ you say, not even looking at him. โJust donโt.โ
He keeps walking. โThereโs nothing left to talk about.โ
You finally just snap in frustration. โJamie!โ
He freezes. Slowly, he turns around. Youโre both getting drenched, but you donโt even care anymore.
โDo you even know who youโre jealous of?โ you ask, your voice shaking. โHeโs gay,โ you say, in a soft murmur.
Jamie just blinks. โWaitโฆ what?โ
โHeโs gay,โ you repeat, louder and angrier now. โAnd heโs been the one listening to me spiral about you. Heโs been trying to help me figure out how to tell you how I feel!โ
Jamie goes completely still.
โI talk to him because I didnโt know how to talk to you,โ you say, the words just spilling out. โBecause every time I tried, you pushed me away. Every little thing you said made me feel like you rejected me.โ
Tears are stinging your eyes and you wipe them away roughly.
โI like you,โ you say. โIโve liked you for so long, and I only stayed quiet because you made me feel like I shouldnโt.โ
Jamie takes a step toward you, then stops like heโs terrified of messing up again.
โWho hurt you?โ he asks, his voice actually breaking. โThat you really thought Iโd push you away because I didnโt care?โ
You let out a shaky, miserable laugh. โYou did. By acting like you didnโt.โ
Something in him finally just cracks.
โI thought youโd already picked him,โ he admits. โI thought I was too late.โ
โI was waiting,โ you tell him. โFor you.โ
Jamie doesnโt even hesitate anymore. He crosses the distance in two seconds, grabs your face with both hands, and kisses you. Itโs hard and desperate and sweet all at once, like heโs finally letting go of a breath heโs been holding for months.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.
โI love you,โ he says, and he sounds actually scared. โIโm terrible at this, but I love you.โ
You just smile, even though youโre soaking wet and shivering. โYeah. I know.โ
He laughs softly and pulls you into a hug, looking so relieved. Standing there, drenched and looking ridiculous, you finally realize it was never hate. It was just two people who were way too scared of saying the wrong thing.
