Missing You || JDM
Summary: You haven’t seen your husband in months, due to him being away on press. After going to the spot that the two of you love the most, you get an interesting phone call.
Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF!!
Paring: Jeffrey x Female Reader
Note: hello, familia! so, prettyepiic posted the gif above yesterday and I got hit with inspiration (*queue the rainbows and sparkles*). I wrote a small imagine for it, but then I was challenged to make it into a full fic so, here you are! grab your blankets and teddy bears, this one is hella fluffy! much love!
“Umm… let me get the berrylicious iced tea. Hold on the sugar,” you asked, while digging into your purse. The cashier in front of you nodded and punched the buttons on their screen before telling you the total.
The smell of coffee and cookies filled the air and the sighs of people waiting in line behind you resounded in your ears.
It was lunch time in New York, and every little restaurant and coffee shop was filled with people looking to get something into their hungry bellies. This place, the Bean Boys coffee shop, was you and your husband’s favorite spot for midday treats. You remembered what he would always order.
“A coffee, black, one spoon of sugar. Oh and a cake pop,” he would say, always eyeing the sprinkled ones in the glass case. You’d scoff at his obsession with them.
“Jeff, you literally tasted half of one at a wedding once, and now you’re obsessed with them.”
“I can’t help it,” he’d answer, chuckling, “They’re just so– oh my.”
His face would light up every time that sprinkled little treat was handed to him. He swallow it in one bite, and you’d shake your head while taking your tea. He’d then take his coffee and you’d both sit at the same table, every time.
The cashier looked at you as your pulled the money from your wallet, but as you handed him the cash, you saw the cake pops sitting in their glass case. You pulled out one more dollar and smiled.
“Hand me one of the cake pops too.”
The cashier, taking the dollar, nodded and punched it into the computer. He answered with your new total and handed you your receipt.
Then he turned and took one from its case and handed it to you.
“Your drink will be out shortly.”
Nodding you walked over to the waiting spot.
Looking down at the cake pop you wondered how Jeffrey was able to fit the full thing in his mouth every time. It was huge! You decided to give it a try. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you took a bite. Sprinkles fell all over your shirt and frosting covered your lips. You chuckled to yourself.
“Need a napkin?”
You looked over to see a woman handing you a brown napkin with the name of the coffee shop spread on the front. You made an awkward smile and swallowed, taking the napkin.
“Thanks,” you said. The woman nodded.
“My husband is obsessed with these things and I never understood how he could fit the whole thing in his mouth with one go,” you admitted. The woman, her blue eyes becoming cheerful, released a soft laugh.
“That’s funny,” she said, taking her drinks from the counter, “My husband loves their carrot cake! Every other day, like clockwork, he gets a craving for it.”
You chuckled with her as your drink was the next to be served. The woman was then handed a small container holding a slice of the carrot cake.
“Gotta hand this to the beast,” she joked.
You laughed along with her.
“Yeah, my husband is out of town so, I’m taking this one in his honor.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s on business,” you lied.
Actually, Jeff was out doing press for the next season of his show, The Walking Dead. It was widely popular, and one thing Jeff had warned you about earlier, was how emotions with his character were still running high. He was perceived as they evil prick who murdered some of the good guys.
But in full honesty, Negan was simply a man trying to survive and protect his people, no matter what it took. Very similar to his counterpart, Rick Grimes, if you said so yourself.
“Aww well, I hope he comes home safely,” the woman said, nodding to her husband who was sitting in a booth.
“It was nice talking to you,” she said. You returned the compliment and went your separate way, going to your favorite table.
It was the one, second to the corner, along the windows. It was perfect for people watching, which you and Jeff loved to do when adult conversations were just too boring. You’d both point out the weirdos who walked down the street and laugh at the crazy things that, well, only ever happened in New York.
You sat down and placed your bag on the floor, taking your phone out to place it on the table. Biting off the last of the cake pop, you slightly smiled and put the stick on a napkin next to you. You tasted the sweetness of your iced tea and felt at ease.
The day was bright and sunny, but the sounds of the shop seemed to get louder. More people kept coming in and forming an even longer line then before. Sighing, you went down to your purse to pull out your headphones.
You suddenly felt the table vibrate. You looked at the screen, to find your own face staring back at you, with the ID of ‘Norman Reedus’, showing at the top.
Norman was FaceTiming you.
You plugged in the headphones and made a face. He hasn’t ever FaceTimed you before, so maybe it was a mistake?
After sticking the ear buds in your ears, you answered it.
The call connected, but all you saw was a half black screen, and ceiling.
“Hello?” You asked.
There were voices coming through but, they were unfamiliar to you. You listened a little more carefully.
“What time is it?”
“Oh umm, 9:30.”
“With the 3 hour difference… she’s probably at Bean Boys.”
“What the fuck is Bean Boys?”
It was Norman, for sure, but the other person?
“You’ve never been to Bean Boys?!” said another voice in shock. It sounded like Jeff.
“Oh, dude. It’s a little coffee shop by our house. There’s coffee and snacks…. They have these amazing cake pops there!”
You smirked and blushed a bit, turning up the volume on your headphones.
“Yes! They’re balls of cake, frosting, and sprinkles; (Y/N) gets them for me every time we go and ugh!”
Jeffrey groaned and you chuckled. You could just picture him slouching in his chair and rubbing his belly as he explained them to Norman. The phone moved and you could suddenly see Jeff, doing exactly that.
He was dressed in a jean jacket and grey shirt, sporting his favorite Ford hat. You smiled, missing him very much.
“Man, speaking of, I miss (Y/N),” he sighed, taking off his hat to fluff his hair.
“I know, you asshole, you’ve told me 7 million times today.”
“I have not,” Jeff replied, putting the hat back on and crossing his arms.
“Yes, you have. Every other sentence is: I miss (Y/N)… I miss (Y/N)’s cooking… I miss (Y/N)’s blah blah blah,” Norman mocked. Jeffrey made a face.
“We’re ready for you guys.”
Both of them looked up at a young and spunky girl who had bright blue hair. She smiled, a piercing sticking out of her top lip. It was beautiful on her, but you cringed, thinking about how badly that had to hurt. She also had a lanyard around her neck that had a graphic card on the front reading ‘SDCC Volunteer’, and a cut t-shirt that had a graphic of some band on the front. She motioned for them to follow her.
Jeff and Norman stood and began walking as their conversation continued.
“I love her and miss her,” Jeffrey started going, “I miss her kisses and her hugs, and I miss her hair, ohhh man her hair; it always smells so nice.”
“She also has this amazing smile that just leaves an impression on your brain, I can’t ever forget it.”
Jeffrey then went on and on, telling Norman how much he loved and missed you. Your heart fluttered as you heard him blab over you. He made dramatic hand motions as he told memories and Norman, being the brother he said he’d be for Jeff, listened to every word. You rested your chin in the palm of your hand and smiled, your eyes almost welling with tears.
You missed your cake pop loving husband.
The two of them talked a little more, before someone interrupted.
“Uhh, Norman want me to hold your phone while we take the pictures?”
“Oh, yeah, just once sec,” he said. Suddenly, the screen brightened and Norman brought the camera to Jeffrey. His face flushed red and his eyes grew wide.
“Hey,” you said, waving and laughing. Norman chuckled. Jeffrey’s hand went up in a hang 10.
“Hey, baby,” he said, annoyed. Norman laughed and smiled.
“I had her on here the whole time, bro!”
“What do you mean the whole time?” Jeffrey asked, is face getting even redder. You laughed out loud and smiled.
“It all started with the cake pops!”
Norman chuckled and Jeffrey snatched the phone from him.
“Give me that, you piece of shit,” he said jokingly. Jeffrey’s smile grew wide when he saw your face, and you blushed as he spoke.
“You know all those things I said were true, right?”
You nodded. “Of course, my love.”
Jeffrey smiled and kissed the camera.
“I miss you!”
“I miss you too! I got a cake pop today,” you said, showing in your cakeless stick. He laughed and started to go on about how badly he wanted one, and that he refused to eat anyone else’s but Bean Boys.
A few minutes went by as the two of you talked, and you could see flashes of light going off behind him. A woman came by with a makeup brush and she started powdering his cheekbones. He sighed.
“Honey, I have to go, but I love you and we’ll talk as soon as I get back to the hotel. I’ll call you!”
“Sounds good, hun,” you agreed, smiling. You said one last goodbye to Norman, before blowing a kiss to Jeffrey.
After the call ended, you felt your heart flutter even more. You couldn’t wait to see him again!
Standing to leave, you grabbed your bag. The line now was completely gone, the lunch time rush being over. The small room was now quieter and the only noise around was the air conditioner and a small radio that played in the corner of the shop, as well as a few people talking. Even the woman and her husband had left. You looked back and before leaving, looking at the counter.
Taking a few steps forward and handing the cashier some money, you smiled and spoke.
“One cake pop, please.”