A/N: This is my third Jamie x Reader, requested by @VoltuirPrincess98---Ihope you enjoy, and so sorry for the wait!

And the pic? Well, I just love it. And you can never have to many pictures of Jamie....

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Your POV

Working sucks.

It really does.

I kid you not--although it may be what keeps you from being thrown out of your apartment because of unpaid bills, don't even begin to think it's enjoyable.

Because it's not.

At all.

And today was even worse--my boss had us working long past four, when we usually get out, because of some stupid paperwork we all had to turn in. And the only reason we had to do that, was because the idiot had forgotten to give it to us in the first place--so instead of having two weeks to do it, like we should have, we ended up staying three extra hours on a FRIDAY to scramble to finish it.

I'd already texted Jamie to let him know I'd be home late--which really irked me, since this was the first day in weeks that we were going to be able to see each other, since he'd been off filming.

He seemed fine with it--being the amazing boyfriend that he was, but I still felt absolutely terrible. By the time I would finally get home, I would be too tired to even try and talk to him, and we hadn't spoken in person in weeks.

The bus ride home was a long one. All I wanted to do was run to our apartment, jump into Jamie's arms, and cuddle all night. Although I wasn't sure if I'd even have enough energy to do that.

At last, the Greyhound reached my stop, and with my last bit of energy, I blew off getting a cab, and sprinted all the way home. In heels.So, in hindsight, not the best idea....

But as soon as I reached our door, and twisted my key anxiously in the lock, all painful thoughts flew from my head, and all I could think about was being in Jamie's arms again. I threw open the door, and tossed my bag on the ground. Quickly sliding off my shoes, I called his name.

"Jamie!" I cried, desperate to hear his voice. "Jamie, I'm home!"

Not hearing a reply, I left the entryway, searching for my blonde-haired boyfriend.

"Jamie, where the hell are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen, love."

The kitchen? I shrugged, but made my way out of the entryway, and into the open area of our apartment, Sure enough, there stood Jamie, standing by the stove, and--cooking? Yes, that seemed to be what he was trying to do. He had his hair tied back in a ponytail, and had a dish towel draped over one shoulder. He was standing over a boiling pot of--something, and was stirring it with vicious intent. He wasn't looking up; so I approached him from behind, stringing my arms around his waist.

"Hey." I murmured into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent. He grunted in response, and I rolled my eyes.

"Jamie." I wondered aloud. "Since when do you cook? I've never seen you even use the microwave!"

He grinned and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.

"Since my girlfriend had a terrible day at work and I decided to make dinner for her."

I smiled, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and stayed there, watching him work.

"Um...y/n?" He said, chuckling a little. "I can't make you dinner if you're leaning over my shoulder."

"I wasn't aware you were even capable of making dinner." I shot back, backing away.

"If I wasn't glued to the stove right now I'd come over there and punish you for that." Jamie said, arching one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

"Well, too late for that!" I chirped gleefully, skipping out of the kitchen to the bedroom. I figured leaving him alone to cook dinner was the best I could possibly do for him; I couldn't risk distracting him and burning the house down.

Thinking back on it, that probably wasn't the best idea.

I'd just changed out of my constricting work clothes into some sweats and a long sleeved top, when I heard it. The ominous (and rather obnoxious) beeping of the fire alarm. Immediately, I dropped my phone and dashed out to the kitchen. Only I couldn't exactly see the kitchen; it was filled with thick grey clouds of smoke.

"Jamie!" I called out, trying to find him in the sea of grey. "Jamie, where are you?"

"By the sink!" He yelled back, coughing. I rushed over to where I hoped he was, and nearly slammed right into him.

"Jamie, what the hell happened?" I asked, grasping him by the arm so he wouldn't disappear again.

"Well....er...I'm not exactly sure...one minute everything was going fine and the next....well, this happened."

I let go of him briefly, and made my way over to the oven, which seemed to be the source of the smoke. Grabbing an oven mitt, I slowly pulled open the door. I was immediately bombarded with a mixture of extreme heat and smoke. Coughing, I let out a few curses as the heat blasted my face.

"Y/n!" Jamie called as I cried out in pain. "Y/n, are you--SHIT!" He stopped midsentence to unleash a string of curses even more foul than the ones I'd recently said.

"JAMIE!" I yelled, and left the oven to find him again. "JAMIE!"

I stumbled through the kitchen until I tripped on something heavy on the floor. Kneeling down, I found Jamie curled up in a ball, nursing his right hand, which held a collection of bright red burn marks.

"Hey," I cooed, wrapping my arms around him. "It's okay." I kissed his hands softly, and I felt the tension leave his body. He collapsed against me, and murmured into my shoulder.

"I ruined dinner."

"Hey, no, don't beat yourself up about it--I'm just glad you're okay." I soothed, rubbing his back. "Now we should probably open some windows in here....."

He chuckled, and I helped him up.

"I love you, y/n." Jamie said, seriously.

"And I love you right back." I stood on my tiptoes to press my lips to his, and he gathered me up in his arms. Soon I got so wrapped up in the momen

"Jamie," I said against his lips, as he attempted to pin me against the counter. "

"Yes, love?"

"We should probably turn the oven off."

THE END