summary: the one where Jamie needs his sister's help. and the one where Jamie actually helped you figure out your love life.
will kitman x reader
jamie tartt x sister!reader
word count: 6.1k
author's note: here we are, you and me, me and you. this turned out longer than expected, curse the screenwriter in me. but i do hope you enjoy <3
warnings: cursing, light smut, allusion to smut
Time. 2-1.
The crowd jumps and the cheers are deafening. Richmond players storm the pitch and throw themselves at their fellow teammates. It wasn’t an easy win, but a final-minute goal secured their spot. It felt almost dream-like, so of course, it called for a celebration. Chanting echoes off the walls as they make their way back to the locker room. Talks of celebration filled the room but it all came to a grinding halt when Sam mentioned the club they were planning to go to, was closed. Cue the multiple groans and moans of anguish and disappointment. Jamie, however, stood silent.
“What the fuck are you thinking about?”
Roy, the everloving burst of sunshine, broke his thought bubble. Jamie looks at his teammates' expectant faces and sighed. This is not where he was picturing his night to be going. On one hand, he’d be able to celebrate with his team in a more private setting, but then again…Oh fuck it.
“I got a place we could go to.”
And the cheers resume.
“But, I do have to call first.”
And the groans are back. Pulling out his phone, Jamie leaves the room. It rings seemingly forever until the other person picks up. Loud music has Jamie pulling the phone away from his ear.
“Jamie!! What do I owe the pleasure?”
“Remember that favor you owe me?”
“Obviously. You always remind me after I ask you for something. ‘I got ya a sandwich from the shop, you owe meh. This shirt made me think of ya. ‘Oh thanks Jamie!’ ‘Now can ya buy meh these shoes.’”
“You think you’re so funny-”
He pauses before it turns into a back-and-forth game of throwing insults to see who seethes in anger first. Jamie explains his predicament and shuts his eyes, hoping for a positive answer. It’s silent.
“Please, winger. I’ll…I’ll let you come watch drills. I know how much you enjoy that shit you weirdo.”
“I’m so gonna make you regret that. Deal striker.”
Jamie punches the air and expresses his gratitude. Walking back into the locker room, all heads turn to him. Jamie being Jamie, takes the moment to be cocky until he’s hit over the head. Rubbing the sore spot, he grumbles about their invitation. And while they are happy they have somewhere to get absolutely sloshed, Ted wonders who he had to call and why he needed an invite.
“Now hold on gang. Jamie, where is it that we’re going?”
Jamie looks around with a smirk on his face. “You’re gonna love this.”
~
Pulling up to the club, which they now knew was private, the boys were surprised to be standing in front of an old bookstore. Although confused, they follow Jamie quietly through the store. Upon reaching the back corner, an employee sits up in his seat. Jamie utters a word and a bookcase opens to reveal a secret door. Excitement rises as the team walks through. The sound of music and people cheering reach their ears. The scene leaves all of them besides Jamie speechless. It was such an open space hidden behind the walls of an old shop.
“Lads, welcome to Seventh Heaven.”
The crowd gets louder near the bar. At the center of it all is you, standing on the counter chugging a cup of whatever mixed drink was handed to you. You throw your hands up with a sour look on your face. As the cheers and chants of your name fuel your ego, you spot Jamie & co making their way to you. Jumping off the counter, you maneuver through the now dissipating crowd.
“Tartt-breaker number two! You made it.”
“The fuck you mean two? You’re two if anything.”
“Fuck off, I’m number one dickhead.”
“Oi!”
The shouting behind Jamie gets your attention, suddenly remembering you invited the whole team. Shoving Jamie out of the way, you step forward and introduce yourself. Roy, in his lovely Roy Kent manner, asks exactly who the fuck you are. You slowly turn your head towards Jamie, who almost shrinks at your stare.
“You absolute fuckhead.”
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Did you not tell them who I was?”
“You know, that hasn’t really come up…”
Turning to Jamie’s teammates, you drop the bomb.
“I’m Jamie’s sister.”
The uproar commences. They start yelling at Jamie, him trying to defend himself and you watching the drama you caused. The coaches attempt to quiet the yelling but it doesn’t seem to work. Feeling someone stop next to you, you glance to your left. There stands a boy you don’t recognize as one of Jamie’s teammates, but one you saw walk in with them.
“You’re not one of Jamie’s teammates are you?”
Will, almost frantically, turns to you.
“Oh no, I’m just, just Will.”
“Well, just Will, would you mind telling them I have somewhere to be? Remind Jamie drinks are on me, fucking knobhead probably forgot.”
Will stutters out a yes. Smiling, you squeeze his shoulder in thanks before disappearing.
~
After plenty of hounding from the team and Jamie’s pitiful defenses, they scattered thoughout the club in groups. Jamie took it upon himself to show whoever was interested around the place. At first it was Keeley who then dragged Roy who in turn somehow dragged Will into experiencing ‘the grand tour’. Waiters and bartenders greet Jamie as they pass by, confusing his followers. They reconvene with Colin and Sam near the stage, but before they can start a conversation, the lights dim. Whistles and whoops are soon drowned out by drums and the strums of a bass. As the spotlights come up on the stage, there stood you dancing and prancing with another bandmember.
Your appearance garners the attention of Jamie’s team and the younger women in the club. Keeley yells a ‘Holy fuck’ before running towards the makeshift pit.
–
I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring
He argued with me about everything
I wanna get him back
I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
–
God, love's fuckin' embarrassin'
Just watch as I crucify myself
For some weird second string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
My God, love's embarrassing as hell
–
I could change up my body and change up my face
I could try every lipstick in every shade
But I'd always feel the same
'Cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway
–
Bowing dramatically, you and your bandmates almost trip over each other as you race through the curtains. Leaning against a wall, you catch your breath as they plan the rest of their night away. Before exiting back into the lounge area, they call after you. You wave them off, saying you needed a minute. As soon as they are out of sight, you sink onto the floor. Fanning your face, you try to beat the rapid onset of tears from falling down your face.
They love you, why do you need so much reassurance? You squeeze your eyes shut. Stop thinking you’re the only one being hurt here. Shaking off the repeating voices in your head, you stand. Practicing a fake smile, you open the door. Discreetly making your way back to the bar, Jamie finds you first.
“Why didn’t you tell me you made new music?”
“I was-”
Jamie cuts you off, saying you both needed a drink together to celebrate both of your successes. You’re left with Keeley, Roy, and Will.
“I didn’t know that was you babe! I fucking love your music!”
She squeezes your shoulders before following in Jamie’s direction. Roy nods at you, leaving a star-struck Will in front of you. He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted with Jamie’s return. He hands you one of the drinks and says some speech about being proud or what not. But you’re not listening, because as soon as Jamie says the word, you knock it back. The burning sensation in your throat covering up the numb empty feeling of being alone. Maybe you were surrounded by your brother and other people who loved and celebrated you, but does it mean anything if you can’t feel it?
~
Waking up in Jamie’s flat was one thing, not remembering how you got there was another. That was new to you. At least you remembered Jamie’s part of the deal: taking you to see hot men kick a ball around. Noticing his glasses and squinty face, you laugh before offering to buy coffee before heading to the stadium. Walking into the locker room, the first thing you notice the dragging feet and slow movements of what Jamie said was “the best fuckin team in the league”.
“Jesus fuck, what did you guys do last night?”
“Us?! How are you even alive right now?” Isaac whisper-yelled.
“Get with the times, gramps.”
Deciding to give them their privacy, you stroll into the coaches office and spin around in the rolling chair. You push yourself out once you hear the coaches enter the room.
“Eh, Coach, we have a guest today.”
“And who might that be Jamie?”
“That thing over there.”
“Rude.” Taking a sip of your coffee, you slowly wheel yourself towards Jamie. His back is turned to you, listening to his coaches as much as his hungover mind would let him. Kicking the back of his knee seemed like a great idea at the time, seeing him fall any time is hilarious. Until the coffee you bought for him ended up on your clothes. The room fell silent, a few gasps were let out. Standing up, you wordlessly handed your belongings to the player closest to you who took it without hesitation. Uttering a “Run”, you take off after Jamie. His panicked explanations echo down the hallway as he leads you out to the pitch. Running out of breath, you drop onto the grass. Cursing Jamie, you starfish onto the grass. A set of footsteps coming closer causes you to open your eyes.
“Are you alright?”
Will looks down at you with concern, but you wave him off. You hear the chatter of the whole team coming out onto the pitch. Will holds a hand for you and pulls you up. Jamie, now halfway down the pitch, watches you while walking in your direction.
“Will, why don’t we find this lovely lady some clean clothes.” Will gestures for you to follow him and before you do, you flip Jamie off. With both fingers like a mature adult would. The silence that surrounded you and Will was suffocating. You vaguely remember meeting him last night, but that only played a tiny part of the big night you had. The both of you start to speak at the same time, awkwardly laughing.
“Sorry.” “Sorry.”
“So, you run fast. Do you play too?
“Pff, not anymore.”
“Why not?”
You still at the question before shrugging it off. Deciding not to push it, Will holds the door to the boot room open for you. Freshly washed towels and clothes are stacked in piles, the scent of lavender almost covering the smell of feet. Will smiles at the way your nose wrinkles at the smell. He hands you a pair of sweats and a practice jersey.
“I could wash those for you…if you’d like?” He gestures towards your coffee stained clothes.
“Would you? You’re the best thanks Will.”
Leaving to change in a more private setting, you leave Will standing proud of himself. You, on the other hand, feel a strange happy, giddy feeling. And as much as it makes you feel like you’re floating on air, you try to push it back down. It’s not worth getting into again.
~
Jamie’s end of the deal was letting you come and watch hot guys play soccer. So why was sitting on the grass and talking to Will so much better? You had helped him finish setting up the water table and listened to him talk about how he accidentally hears everything in the boot room. The speed he speaks at makes you laugh as he lets it all out. In his words, “I’m sworn to secrecy, and it physically hurts not to tell.” And then he tells you about his breakup and how he somehow mentioned getting drinks to Roy and Jamie after he witnessed their Keeley conversation. You feel for him, because he really seems like a sweet guy.
“Who would say no to fishbowls? That’s just a crime. God I wish my club had fishbowls. Pretty, but dangerous.”
Will turns to you ecstatically. You notice the absolute glee on his face.
“If you’re going to ask me what I think you’re going to ask me, then fuck yeah I’m in.”
“Really?!”
“Obviously. It’s fishbowls.”
Roy’s shout of whistle signals the end of training. The two of you stand, deciding to start your fishbowl adventure later tonight. Solidifying your plans: time, place, Will getting your num-
“Oi! What are you two on about?”
The whole team had unanimously decided to watch the two of you interact and were intrigued by your plans. Especially Jamie. You tried to steer him away from the topic of the conversation, but it was too late. Half the team wanted to tag along to whatever bars you and Will were going to, even after the bender they went on last night. You rolled your eyes at Jamie’s insistence of the whole team going.
Finally back into your own clothes, you waited outside of the locker room as the boys changed. Only, they weren’t changing. Colin figured out that you were a solo artist as well and had pulled up a music video you had uploaded two weeks ago. Expecting an upbeat song like the ones your band had played the night before, they were surprised to hear piano notes. At the sound of your voice, Jamie looked towards where everyone gathered around Colin’s phone. The one thing they collectively noticed was how sad and angry you sounded.
—
Argument you held over my head
Brought up the girls you could have instead
Said I was too young, I was too soft
Can't take a joke, can't get you off
Oh, why do I do this?
—
The video ended with you looking up from the piano with a tear running down your face. There were a few sniffles before Dani spoke up.
“I hope to never experience a heartbreak like that in my life.”
A chorus of ‘Amens’ followed. The boys headed back to their own lockers. Jamie abandons his clothes in favor of his phone. Searching up your name and the name of the song, a multitude of news articles detailing your most recent breakup popped up.
Hartt & Danes Split After Cheating Rumors
Age-gap, Lies & Fights: Inside Look at Hartt-Danes Relationship
Lead singer of Heartbreakers Band New Solo Act Tops Charts
Pictures of you popped up holding hands with some older guy, but what caught Jamie’s attention were pictures of you crying, seemingly arguing with the guy. Jamie was confused. How hadn’t he heard about this before? Why did you change your name? The thought of asking you kind of scared him. If you hadn’t told him, it was either because it wasn’t important or you were trying to hide something. And every time you didn’t tell him something, you were hiding it. Quickly changing, he pops out of the locker room to see you leaning against the wall. Glancing up at the noise, you see Jamie with a weird pained look on his face.
“Fucking finally. I have places to be dickhead.”
You started to walk away but Jamie’s question makes you freeze.
“Who’s Jack Danes?”
Closing your eyes, you let a shaky breath out. You turn to face your brother.
“No one important, now can we go. I, we have to meet Will at 6:30.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t deflect the question.”
“Just some guy Jamie, it doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter?! Then how come I had to find out through the internet? Interviews from this guy I don’t even know”
Meeting his eyes, a newfound rage fills you. “And you believed him?!”
Your shouting has the door to the locker room opening, heads peeking out. When the shouting turns to blame and name-calling, Ted is quick to diffuse the situation. Separating the two of you, Beard drags Jamie to the coach’s office while Roy leads you toward an empty hallway. However, you don’t stop there. You stomp out of the tunnel leading out the pitch and throw your stuff onto the ground. Roy’s calls fall on deaf ears.
Seeing an abandoned basket of soccer balls, you drag it towards a goal. You knock it over and start kicking them one by one at the net. Roy sighs, before following you. As the last ball sails into the net, you let out a strangled yell before dropping yourself onto the grass. You blankly stare at the other side of the field, Roy coming to a stop next to you.
“You’re still here.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. And for some, that worried him.
“Can’t exactly have you destroying our field can we? Nearly took out the fucking goal hitting the crossbar.”
You snort at the exaggeration. Roy, although begrudgingly, sat down next to you.
“He’s just worried about you.”
“Well he doesn’t need-”
“It’s the only way that prick knows how!” Pause. “Sorry. Look, it’s not easy finding out your sister was with some random guy and it wasn’t as perfect as it was made out to be. It’s absolute shit.”
You turn your head to Roy, seeing his downcast expression. You both sit in silence. The sunny sky a complete opposite of the vibe invading the clubhouse. With a sigh, you promise to talk to Jamie. Roy nods at you before carefully getting up, extending a hand to help you.
~
You lied. You Ubered back to your flat to get dressed. Will had agreed to meet you a bit earlier to pregame meeting the team. Your goal was to have a fishbowl in every color. And to get absolutely fucked up. You and Will had finished a red colored fishbowl and were heading over to the next pub. The two of you laughed as you approached the building. Noticing your brother among the group of people outside, your mood dropped, but Will’s excitement about an orange fishbowl had you smiling again.
Upon hearing your laugh, Jamie looks up and finds you. He smiles at how happy you look and moves to go to you. You see his efforts and pull Will into the pub, exclaiming how the fishbowls wait for no one. That was one of many attempts to get your attention. You dodged him every single time, and the more you drank the more annoying you found it. After finishing fishbowl yellow, you were stumbling around giggling. How on earth you and Will consumed three fishbowls, nobody knew. It was just funny to see the two of you dance around singing to whatever was being played over the speakers.
Deciding to take a break, Will left you at the booth with Jan Maas to get a couple of waters. The Dutch player had a different idea as he challenged you to a drinking game, each shot stronger than the last. And boy did you need a win after today. The game was cut short as you lost after the second shot, the sour look on your face the cause of it. From across the room, Jamie saw his chance. Sliding out the booth you’re met face to face with the last person you want to speak with.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Please-“
“No Jaime.”
You don’t know if it was the burning feeling of vomit or the raw crying feeling in your throat, but it had you staggering out the door. The feeling dissipated as the fresh air filled your lungs. Hearing Jamie behind you, you try to guide yourself down the street. He comes up from behind grabbing your arm.
“Can you stop running? I’m trying to have a civilized conversation with you.”
“And I’m being civilized by not yelling in the middle of the street.”
“Please (Y/N), I’m just trying to understand.”
“Well you don’t understand Jamie! I was cheated on, I was yelled at, and it’s all over the internet! Every time someone searches up my name it’s never my band or my music, it’s my fucking ex talking on and on and on. How could you understand that?”
Jamie swallows the nasty feeling and blinks his tears away. He succeeded in getting the truth but there was no victory in it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you’re Richmond’s prized possession, I couldn’t distract you. Besides, I'm dealing with it by myself so don’t worry about it.”
“You’re supposed to distract me! That’s your job! You’re supposed to bother me until I help you! I’m here to stop you from doing stupid things. I’m not…I’m not dad, okay? I’m here. We’re striker and winger remember?”
That was your breaking point. For almost your entire life, all you wanted was for your dad to be proud of you, to say he loved you. All you got were pinches on the arm or whispered scoldings. If there was ever any praise from him, it was only when you won games in your youth soccer league.
“You prick, I have $40 foundation on. Don’t make me cry.”
The air feels a little lighter. Of course, you didn’t tell Jamie the nitty gritty details , but he didn’t push for more. The both of you could live with that for now.
~
Despite only being invited to the clubhouse as a bribe, you found yourself coming back time and time again. Most of the time it was Jamie asking you to come to “watch his skills”. You knew it was so he could watch over you, but you didnt say anything. Because everytime you came in was time you could spend with Will. Like now, Will was supposed to be cleaning boots, but the two of you sat on the bench gossiping about the latest bullshit his ex pulled.
“And then she tagged me, then said it was some sort of accident.”
“Ha! Fat chance.”
“I don't know what to do. Everyone thinks I’m some sort of loser.”
You were not going to stand for this. With your past relationship and Will’s adorable sad face, you were determined to get this girl back.
“Give me your phone.”
Without question he all but handed it to you. Pulling out yours you quickly sent him the pictures from the now deemed Fishbowl Night. Creating a little collage to post to Will’s Insta, you took your time in highlighting the ones that showed how absolutely wrecked and happy you were. With the final touches done, you handed his phone back for approval. He glanced at the picture before looking at you. Post successfully uploaded. Not even a minute passed by before a few of her friends accounts, as Will pointed out earlier, were liking and commenting sweet but backhanded compliments. As more popped up as you refreshed, Will and you took great joy in reading them. Then the motherload. She commented. Hope she doesn’t break your hartt xx.
You gasped, covering your mouth before laughing. The two of you leaned on each other for support as your laughs turned into wheezes. Letting out a final exhale, you catch each other’s eyes.
And for some reason, time froze. And then somehow you were leaning closer. And then, his hand was on your cheek. And oh my god his lips were on yours. The moment could last forever, until it was interrupted by the wild pack of animals that was AFC Richmond. You threw yourself from him, the both of you sending yourselves to opposite ends of the room, occupying yourself with meaningless tasks. Some of the boys pop in to get a clean pair of boots, thanking Will for his hard work and saying hi to you. Jamie, however, notices a weird shift in energy. His gaze bounces between you and Will as he follows his lads out. You scratch your head and avoid his pointed stare. The door closes once more and Will almost jumps to you, apologizing. You stop him, placing your arms around his neck, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.
That was only the start of it. Everyday you weren't working on new music or performing with your band, you were in the boot room with Will. Those secret moments you and him shared were something you grew to crave. Not just the heated kisses you shared, but the moments you two layed on the floor talking about god knows what. Keeping whatever this was to yourself made it feel more real. You didn’t have to face those annoying questions the paps threw in your face, no pictures in the tabloids, and you didn’t have to label it. It was yours.
Sitting atop the washing machine, you were mumbling to yourself, putting words together for a song. Will, who was folding clean towels, smiled at your reactions to the discoveries you made in your head. He stopped the chore and walked over to you. His hands on your hips tore you out of your state of thinking. He thumbed the hem of your tank top, his fingertips on your skin sending shivers up your spine. The feeling lit a fire inside you. Pulling him in, you smashed your lips against his. Will slowly slid his hands up underneath your shirt. Leaning in closer to his touch, he trailed kisses down towards your neck. Caught up in the moment, you failed to hear the door opening.
“Oh my god!”
Keeley dropped the folder she was holding and quickly covered her eyes. Repeatedly apologizing, she kneeled and blindly searched for the folder. Upon grabbing it, she walked backward out the door and shut it. With one last sorry, her heels clicked down the hallway. Fuck. Jumping down, you paced back and forth whispering expletives. This was not good. Not at all. Keeley could tell anyone, and then it would get to your brother. And that was not a situation you wanted to be in.
“I need to go.”
Grabbing your bag, you zoomed out the door leaving Will behind with a concerned yet hurt look on his face.
Your heart was pounding, how could you be so stupid? Feeling a panic attack coming along, you breathed in through your nose and out your mouth. Your eyes started to burn with hot tears. Trying to get rid of the anxious feeling, you occupy yourself by cracking your fingers.
“What’s shakin bacon?”
Letting out a shriek, you find Ted standing across from you. He apologizes but notices your shaky hands.
“You alright?”
“Hm? Oh, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about. Just peachy”
“Do you need me to call Jaime?”
“No! No, I’m okay.”
“Call me for what?”
Speak of the devil and he appears in a hoodie and a headband. Ted excuses himself, leaving the two of you in the gall. Jamie notices the state you’re in and immediately goes full big-brother mode.
“Who do I have to kill?”
“No one Jamie, jeez! Get a grip.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing! Can we go home now?”
He was about to question you further when he saw the distressed look on your face pleading with him. Nodding his head, he handed you his keys.
~
It was quieter now. Everybody noticed. There weren't mymore muffled giggles coming from the boot room, no you yelling at Jamie on the pitch, and certainly no you joining them at clubs. If they team thought that was weird, a depressed Will moping around the locker room did it. He didn’t participate in the gossip anymore, only sadly handing out towels and water bottles. And thus began the team’s detective era.
Huddling on the field, they watched Will woefully juggle, not even bothering to pick the bottles up. Eventually giving up, he sat on the grass with his head in his hands.
“This is just sad.”
Agreeing with Colin’s statement, the boys started to discuss what they could do to lift the boy’s spirits. Although, there were many disagreements as to what was the best thing to do.
“Have any of you idiots thought about what started this shit?”
Multiple “oh’s” and “no’s” rang out over Roy’s “Unfucking believable”. None of them had a reasonable answer, except Jamie.
“I’ve got an idea.”
And it was arguably understandable why everyone thought it wasn't the greatest idea. It was, essentially, a get together in Jamie’s backyard. But Jamie’s own detective brain was at work. You hadn’t left his flat in a week, surviving off takeout and sunshine through the windows. He had noticed both you and Will had gotten in your depressive moods after that one day. Every time he tried to convince to come to the clubhouse saying Will was there, you immediately said no and left the room. Even looking back to the time he walked into the boot room, something was happening between the two of you. If he couldn’t get you out of the house, maybe he can bring Will to you.
Jaime had told you about his kick-back and he insisted you make an appearance. You, however, elected to stay in the guest room in comfy pajamas with your keyboard. Sitting on the bed, you pressed keyboard keys singing softly.
My undying love, now, I hold it like a grudge
And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough
The sound of a door slamming makes you flinch. Shaking it off, you trace the freshly written lyrics in your notebook before playing again.
Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone, and I make you feel so guilty
And I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry
Footsteps in the hall walk closer to the room.
And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream
How could anybody do the things you did so easily?
The door opening stopped you completely. Will stands awkwardly at the door.
“S-sorry, I was looking for the bathroom.”
“It’s down the hall.”
Neither of you moved, you just stared at each other.
“Did you need me to show you?” Moving the keyboard to the floor, you stand.
“I’m sorry.”
Will stepped away from the door frame, moving closer to you. He started to apologize, his voice growing in volume. You scrambled to get up, but once you did, you shut the door and leaned against it.
“Shh! What exactly are you sorry for?”
“For making you go away.”
Oh. You did do that.
“Will, it’s not your fault.”
“It’s not?”
God damn his puppy dog eyes. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you take a breath.
“Will, I’m not, I’m not good for you okay?”
“Don’t say that.”
“Will-“
“No! Everything the tabloids say about you is complete bullshit. Anyone can see that. I see it. If anyone took the time to get to know you, they would see someone smart and funny. Someone who is kind and would do anything for the people she cares about.”
“I’m not the best person to love Will! I spend too much time at the club, I write sad songs about guys I used to date, I just spent a whole week inside my brother's flat because I was afraid to go outside and see if there were any tabloids about us in the boot room! How is that any good?”
“I wouldn’t have held it against you, you know. I’ve listened to the songs, I’ve listened to explanations of these songs! I wanted to know you for you, the good and the “bad”. Even when it meant listening to that dickhead talk nonsense about you.”
Slipping your hands into the front pockets of your shorts, you lean back against the door. There was no other excuse you could give. You weren’t going to admit you were scared to start something new, with someone so kind and sweet and cute and STOP.
“Will-“
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Is this not you letting me down?”
“This is me asking you not to break my heart.”
You smiled sheepishly at him as a grin of his own made its way into his face.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
At your okay, Will closed the gap between you, pushing you against the door frame. You missed this. You missed the way his hands touched you. You missed how soft his hair was as you threaded your fingers through it. The way his lips felt on yours. Will boldly grabs the bottom of your shirt, gently asking you to take it off. The moment the shirt is thrown onto the floor, you’re pushed against the door once more, the wood shaking. Will’s hands slid further down, grabbing at your thighs signaling you to jump. Landing on the bed with a soft thump, Will takes his shirt off. Returning to the heated kiss, it wasn’t long before his hands were at your shorts. With the button undone, his fingers dipped below the band of your panties.
“(Y/N)!”
The two of you scrambled to put your shirts back on, you struggling more with the button on your shorts. The door opened as you lost your balance. Jamie witnessed you hit the ground while simultaneously noticing Will.
“The fuck are you two doing?”
“What are you doing?”
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second.”
Jamie glances between you and Will, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Leaving the two of you in the room, he called out that the pizza was here. Letting out a breath, you stand up. Will smiles at you before his eyes widen. Confused, you follow his eye-line down and notice the shirt you’re wearing. It was Will’s. The one he walked into the flat with. The one everyone saw him in. The one Jamie just saw you wearing instead of your own, because that one was on Will. Curse oversized shirts.
“Do you think he noticed?”
“Knowing him, probably not.”
~
And if he did notice, he hadn’t said anything. Well, more like he hadn’t had the time to question you with his extra practice for the upcoming game. Jamie had invited you to watch the game but hadn’t seen you since he got to the stadium. Expecting to see you in the owner’s box, he squinted, trying his best to spot you. To no avail, he couldn't see shit but was surprised to hear a familiar laugh. Turning in the direction of the sound, he saw you in a Richmond jacket laughing it up with Will. Catching Jamie’s eyes, you wave and cross your fingers, your good luck symbol. He returns the gesture before catching up with his teammates.
Jamie was in shock, his kick to get the ball away from a defender somehow ended up getting the ball into the goal. The 0-0 game was now in favor of Richmond. His teammates surrounded him as he stood there, gob-smacked. Back in the locker room, chants rang out. You and Will watched them jump around like children. Jamie was stepping towards you, not yet noticing Will’s arm slung around your shoulder. Will was about to let his arm drop when you reassured him with your arm around his waist. When Jamie approached you, a spark of mischief sparkled in his eyes.
“What’s going on here?”
“Jamie, Will and I-”
“Are together? Please say you are.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I bet my plan would work. And seeing you guys in each other’s shirt, gross by the way, in me own home, isn’t enough proof.”
Your cheeks burned red as well as Will’s.
“You noticed that?”
“I’m not that stupid.”
You, along with a few of the boys let out sounds of disagreement. Jamie started arguing about his smarts but was soon overtaken with the chants of “Kiss, kiss”. Shrinking into Will’s side, you feel him turn to you. He smiles shyly at you. The little chant fades away, all you can see is each other. As soon as your lips touch, the boys yell out in joy. Jamie rolled his eyes in annoyance, but anyone could see that he didn’t mean it. Leaning your head onto Will’s shoulder, you take it all in.
You could feel it, this was the one.
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‘The Grudge’ turns fans on Danes
Hartt is Tartt?! Hidden Dynamic Duo
(Y/N) Tartt: Who I Am
You never could have imagined this is how your life would come up to. Being on the front page cover of a magazine with Jamie, playing small games of football, exclaiming your love for someone in public and it actually being reciprocated. It didn’t seem real.
Will kissed the side of your head as he sat next to you in the booth, sliding a drink over to you. Thanking him, you go back to watching your brother and his teammates try and fail to beat the karaoke high score.
But it was real. And you had it.
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@ok-anon was excited, so hopefully this makes its way to you
Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you
will kitman x reader
summer sleepover masterlist
summary : “one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep” requested by anon
an : anon I love love love you ty for the will kitman request he is my wife husband I hope you enjoy <33 title comes from one of my fave poems ever by Jimmy Santiago baca you should 10000% check it out!!!!
6 hours. The drive back to Richmond was going to take 6 hours. And given the fact it was already pushing 11pm and you’d been awake since 5am, you didn’t quite fancy the prospect of having to stay awake for 24 hours.
It wasn’t that you didn’t have the option of sleeping on the coach, it was just the given the colder weather, you found it impossibly hard.
From your very first away game with the team back at the beginning of the season, you’d made sure to claim an empty seat towards the back of the bus, taking the side next to the window so you could enjoy the view as you travelled. Back in the warmth of August, taking the window seat hadn’t been a problem, but now that winter was in its depths and Will had slid into the empty space next to you weeks ago, you couldn’t escape the cold that seeped in through the glass during the dark, winter nights.
Not only did the cold stop you from getting to sleep, but the constant chatter and bumpy roads did too. Even at dead of night, even after the most strenuous of matches or even after the most pitiful of losses, someone, somewhere on the bus was wide awake and full of conversation. And when the coach had finally become completely silent and you’d just started to doze off, you’d hit a pot hole - or six - and be woken right back up.
There was no way you’d be sleeping tonight.
“You okay?” Will’s head was titled to face you, his brow tense in a way that had you wanting to reach out and caress it away. “You seem out of it.”
“Just tired, Will.” Your knees were pulled as close to your chest as they could be given the small space in the seat. Back before Will had worked up the courage to ask if he could sit with you on the coach rides, you’d have stretched out across the seats and tried to make the best of a bad situation. You’d rather have Will here then the ability to get comfortable. “But I can never sleep on these stupid coach rides.”
Before Will could ask you the question of ‘why’ that had clearly been on the tip of his tongue, he was pulling off his Richmond zip up and placing it over you like a blanket. “You’re shivering.”
“It’s just cause it’s cold, Will. You didn’t need to give me your jacket.” Despite your words, you were pulling the jacket tighter around you, revelling in the strange amount of warmth it provided you. If you’d allowed your mind to wander, maybe you’d have realised that it was the fact it Will’s jacket that was making you warm, not the jacket itself. “I feel bad, you’ll get cold now.”
“My mum says I run warm, I’ll be fine.” Will pulled out a pair of wired earphones from the bottom of his backpack, plugging it into his phone and then offering one out to you. “Besides, I’d rather you have it. Headphone?”
Taking it from him carefully, you put it into your left ear so you’d have no choice but to lean in closer to Will. You didn’t mention the AirPods that were clearly peaking out of his jean pockets.
Silently, you lowered your head against Will’s shoulder, missing the pleased hum that slipped past his lips and the smile that curled onto them. You didn’t question the music he put on, instead cuddling further into him and his jacket.
Will was tensely aware of every movement you made, from the shuffling of your head against his shoulder to the way your hand was inches from holding his, brushing against his with each bump in the road. So, when your breathing evened out - the warmth and Will being exactly what you’d needed to fix the issue you’d been having - he was instantly aware, pulling far away enough from you to double check you were, in fact, asleep. Before he leant back against the seat, braving resting his head atop your own and letting himself curl into you slightly, he pulled his jacket up tight against your chin, making sure you were fully protected from the cold.
You greatly struggled to hide the blush that covered your cheeks, when, the following afternoon, Colin messaged you a picture of the two of you cuddled up on the coach; Will’s head atop your own and his jacket wrapped around you.
Part of you was certain you wouldn’t have to worry about sleeping on the coach going forward.
summary : “buying your favorite books (esp. when they know nothing abt it but still buys it anyways because he knows how much you like them)” requested by anon
content warning : i made up the book plot so no spoilers for anything real
an : I love will kitman and I love books and I love the anon who requested this title is Frank ocean from Chanel Orange vine referencers rise up
“So I’ve read the whole thing, right? And I’ve got, like 2 pages left, and everything’s been resolved so I’m thinking; it’s just some filler for a conclusive ending, right? Wrong!”
You and Will were hiding away in the boot room. Thanks to the colder weather and couple of inches of snow that had covered the pitch, Ted had limited practice to inside today, which meant you and Will were practically redundant to the team today. Not that you were complaining. There was nowhere you’d rather be then cooped up with the cute kitman.
Will, ever the sweetheart, was happily listening to you rang about the book you’d been reading this week. He’d caught you reading it several times through out the week, asking for updates each time he saw you sneaking in a page or two and each time you’d very happily given him them. Beard and Roy were the only other people around the dog track that shared your love of reading, but the three of you had started a book club, so you’d lost the ability to discuss it with them until your bi-weekly lunch where you’d discuss ideas and pick out your next read.
“The last two pages basically undid the plot of the whole of the book and put them back at square one but with even less of an advantage then they did the first time.”
“Why would they do that? I thought they’d come up with a way to make sure the guy stayed dead?” Will was putting on a third wash for the teams kits in the two hours you’d been hiding in the boot room together; the whole room extra warm from the bumbling of the washing machine and the smell of the lavender detergent Will liked to use filling the room.
“Sounds like they’re trying to set up a second book, and I mean, obviously, I’m going to read it, I just wish they’d come up with a better way to set up a sequel - like, give them a new quest or something.”
As Will finished loading up the washing machine and setting it off, he took a seat next to you on the boot room bench, letting his hands fall into his lap where he fiddled with his fingers nervously. “So, you’ll probably be wanting that second book in the series, right?”
“Yeah, definitely.” You confirmed, running your fingers up and down the cover of the first book in the series. Even though the ending had pissed you off, you’d enjoyed it until then, and you weren’t going to let 2 bad pages ruin the 378 good ones. “I might try and convince Beard and Roy to read it next at book club later this week.”
“Well, regardless of if they want to read it or not, you definitely should.” Will leant away from you, appearing back at your side with a hand tucked awkwardly behind his back. Once he’d sat up straight again, he breathed in shakily, then pushed his hand in your general direction, the second book of the series in his palm. “I bet it’s good.”
“Will.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. Startled, he didn’t hug you back, but made the most of the opportunity and kept one arm around you when you pulled away. “You didn’t have to get me this.”
“I wanted to.” He shrugged, freezing once more when your head met his shoulder. “I really liked it this week when you were updating me on what happened in it. I was kind of hoping…. You’d do it with this one too?”
Will thought he was going to melt under the burning adoration of your gaze.
“You’re so cute.” If his cheeks hadn’t been burning bright red at the contact you were sharing, they would’ve been now. “Of course I can, I’d love to.”
With a gasp, you stood from the bench, moving closer to the corner of the boot room next to the washing machines, dragging Will with you by his hand. You didn’t let go when you took a seat, pulling him to sit in the corner so that you could lean against him, knees bent and book open against them.
“I can start right now, if you’d like?”
Will smiled softly, a hand instinctively coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes as you tilted your head back to look at him better. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
The two of you spent the rest of your day at the dog track getting a head start on your new book, only stopping when the two of you dozed off in each others arms, your calming voice sending Will to sleep and the warmth of him bringing you to sleep soon after.
an : I just wrote a fic with the opposite prompt of kissing to avoid being caught so you should totally check that out too if you liked this one
In the 4 weeks that you and Will had been testing the waters of a relationship, you’d snuck in to the boot room at least 80 times.
Whether it was just to see him, or for a full on make out session, the boot room had become like a second home around the dog track.
“You’re back already?” Will teased, setting down the boot he’d been scrubbing at.
“You want me to go?”
“No, no! I just meant, weren’t you here 10 minutes ago?”
“Yeah, I was.” The smirk that filled your face had Will weak in the knees as you pulled out a thick stack of paper from behind your back. He wasn’t entirely sure what you saw in him, especially when there was a room full of professional footballers on the other side of the wall. Whatever it was, he decided, he was very glad you saw it. “Rebecca sent me back down with some paperwork for Ted. Thought it couldn’t hurt to make a pit stop along the way.”
The paperwork quickly joined the abandoned boot on the bench, Will moving fluidly around you to allow you to place it down. “How kind of you.”
You slung your arms over his shoulders now that your hands were free, his coming to rest around your waist. “I know, right?”
In one step you filled the little space between you and Will, wasting no time by sending your hands into his hair. His hands were drawn to your hips like a magnet; he held them firm against it and squeezed, a smile curling onto his lips at the gasp he successfully pulled from you. A mix between a gasp and a moan slipped past your lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Both of your hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling and tugging at it. With a particularly sharp tug to his hair, he was pulling your hips against his, backing himself against the washing machine, pulling you with him and tilting your head back as he did, giving the kiss an even deeper angle then it had before.
“If you’re going to fuck in the boot room I’d prefer you locked the door.”
“Jamie!” The two of you jumped apart suddenly, trying to straighten out each others tousled appearances as the striker lingered in the doorway, his eyes unmoving from the two of you. “What are you- what are you doing here?”
“Boots.” Jaime pointed towards the pair that were half clean, abandoned on the bench next to the similarly abandoned paperwork. “Though I can see those are clearly not ready yet.”
Will continued to fix your hair back into place as your flattened out your pants, taking a nod from him as confirmation that you looked decent before scurrying out of the boot room. You’d got halfway to the coaches office before realising you’d forgotten the paperwork you were meant to be delivering.
Apologising to Jamie as you squeezed past him and back into the boot room, you grabbed the paperwork from the bench, pressing a kiss to Will’s cheek as you passed him.
Jamie’s eyes followed you until you were out of sight, turning back to face Will, who was furiously scrubbing at his boots, with a low whistle slipping past his lips. “Now, Will, aren’t you a lucky man?”
A fond smile curled on Will’s lips and his brushstrokes agains Jamie’s dirty boot stopped. Even though the two of you had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and were yet to put an official title on whatever you were, he could already feel himself falling head over heels for you. He wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yeah, I am.”
“Cool, well, I kind of need them boots so…”
“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Will quickly returned to scrubbing at the boots, though the smile remained on his face and the lingering buzz of your kiss remained against his cheek.
summary : “hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss”and “against a wall kiss” requested by anon.
“Oh, fucking hell.”
The team had managed to convinced you to tag along to one of their nights out for once, and it just so happened that the one time you agreed, your ex was also in the club.
And he was walking right towards you.
Grabbing the nearest member of the team by the wrist, you pulled them into you, keeping your eyes on the image of you ex who stalked closer and closer to where you stop.
“Will, kiss me.” Your palms flattened out against his chest, but your eyes still remained on your ex. At his silence you began to look between them; not wanting to waste another second less they see you and try and rope you into awkward small talk.
“Wait, I’m sorry, what?” Even in the dim lights of the club you could see how flustered your demand had made Will.
You finally turned to fully face Will, your eyes scanning across his face pleasingly. One kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? “Kiss me, please.”
“Oh, right, okay then. Should I-?” You didn’t let Will finish, cutting his words off by grabbing his face and bringing his lips to yours.
He was shy at first, in every capacity; he hesitated to move his lips against your until you had his, his hands were hovering a good foot from touching your waist and he pulled himself away as you pushed yourself into him.
Then, when you reached out a hand to guide his hands to your waist, it was like a switch had flipped in him. His other hand that once hung by his side was drawn to your waist like a magnet, and held firm against it, two of his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and running along the skin of your waist. When he squeezed your hips suddenly, a mix between a gasp and a moan slipped past your lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. As both of your hands made their way up his chest and over his shoulders, one stopped at the base of his neck, the other moving to the back of his neck and allowing you to tangle your fingers in his hair. With a tug to his hair, he was pulling your hips against his, backing you into the wall behind you and tilting your head back as he did, giving the kiss an even deeper angle then it had before.
When he finally pulled away, chest heaving, you didn’t find yourself searching to see if your ex had saw or if you’d successfully evaded small talk with him - all you could think about was Will.
“That was-“ Will yet again didn’t have time to finish his sentence, your lips capturing his and pulling him into another kiss; just as intense as the previous one and with
Sure, one kiss wouldn’t have hurt anyone, but when Will had kissed you like that? Well, you weren’t entirely sure you could ever go back to kissing anyone else again.
so can we pretend sweetly before the mystery ends?
summer sleepover masterlist
will kitman x gn!reader
summary : “staying at a hotel but theres only one bed”
an : I am an absolute sucker for one bed trope and forced proximity especially when they both want each other so bad but don’t know it yet 😩
Considering you’d made all of the bookings for the hotel you were meant to be staying in the night of the away game, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d booked one room short.
Poor Will had been waiting for his name to be called as keys were handed out and when it never was, he came shyly over to you, barely able to look you in the eye as he asked why he didn’t have a room. You’d definitely booked the right amount of rooms, but when you approached the help desk they’d told you they were fully booked and had no other rooms available. So, given it was your mistake - and the fact you highly doubted you’d have many people stepping forward and offering to share - you asked Will if he was okay sharing a room with you.
When the flush on his face had calmed and he’d managed to get through a whole sentence without stumbling and stuttering over his words, he bashfully answered ‘yes.’
That was how you’d ended up in bed with the teams kitman, both of you stiff as boards and neither of you willing to say the first word. In the stress of trying to make sure Will had somewhere to go, you’d forgotten your booked yourself a single bed room, and you and Will trying to share while staying in your own space was proving incredibly hard.
Maybe things would’ve been easier if you didn’t have such a huge crush on him, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Will, however, felt like his heart was in his mouth, every time he breathed his arm brushed against yours and it was driving him crazy.
When a whole hour had passed without either of you moving or even trying to get to sleep, you let out a loud sigh. It was only for one night, you could do this.
“Cuddle me.” It wasn’t a question. Will’s face flushed entirely and he couldn’t get any words out. “Or I’ll cuddle you, or we can just like, hug? I don’t mind. It’ll be easier then trying to fit side by side comfortably.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you-“
“I’m sure I promise.”
Will had taken you up on the hug-cuddle offer, your face tucked into his chest and his chin resting a top your head. You had to practically drag his arm over and around you and even then, he spent a solid five minutes hovering it over your waist rather then just laying it on you. When you thought he’d finally relaxed into the situation, his entire body stiffened once more. “You okay there Will?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He answered, though you didn’t really believe him. Will was perpetually anxious, but this was even more so then usual. “I’m, I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
His reply was instant. “You.”
“Me?” You were thankful your face was burrowed into his chest, so that he couldn’t see the way your face flushed at his instant and certain response.
“Yeah. You. This. I’ve thought about this before but i never thought it’d happen.” Will clarified, his hand finally resting against your back once again, he even let his fingers venture up at down, rubbing gently. As quickly as he’d settled into the situation, he’d frozen again. “Oh my god, that totally sounded creepy, didn’t it?”
“No, you’re okay, Will.” Your lips was bit back between your teeth, trying to hide the laugh you knew was only going to make him feel worse. Sometimes, you thought, Will was so unbelievably cute that you didn’t know how he was still single. “I’ve actually though about this before too. About you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Cool.”
The next morning, as everyone loaded themselves back onto the coach, it was very well noted that you and Will were holding hands; talking to each other in hushed and flushed whispers and laughing at practically everything the other said. Even Roy found the scene endearing, his want for the two of you to get together greater then his repulsion to public displays of affection.
“Well, about time, eh coach?”
“About time indeed, coach.” Beard didn’t even have to look at Ted to see the wicked grin he was struggling to bite back.
“What did you do?”
Ted gasped, as though he was appalled beard would even suggest that he had done some meddling to cause the two of you to cross the line from friendship to relationship that you had been towing for some time now. However, Beard knew him too well for that, rolling his eyes as Ted’s offended facade fell. “Nothing an unorganised hotel wouldn’t have done.” Beard struggled to bite back a laugh. “Should we get going, Macaulay Culkin?”
