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eee-lordy · 3 months

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Hiiii! Can you write about jacob elordi x fem reader who is in charge of the makeup and outfits on saltburn or elvis?

Maybe there is a video going viral where he is looking at her (WITH THOSE PUPPY DOG EYES HAHSHAJDVDSJ IM GONNA EAT HIM) while she is doing his make up and she is clueless, yk those videos where the music is lana del rey and the caption is like "me when im literaly obsessed with her" or "when hes completely in love with u>>>>>"

And when that goes viral, the cast teases him and they go on a date?

Idk i think its cute :3

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You were never one to get star struck. In the year and a half you'd been professionally applying makeup to the mugs of many stars, you'd been unfazed by celebrities captivating auras. You hardly blushed when Chris Pine tried asking you out as he sat in your makeup chair. You'd laughed in understandable assurance as Billie Eilish apologized for almost knocking your powder kit from your grasp; when her brother burst in the room to surprise her. You saw your clients as just that, people who trusted you to properly apply blush and fake scars.

But all the composure you'd been proud to claim went out the window when you'd been assigned to work with the cast of Sofia Coppola new film. You hadn't expected to lose your cool. In fact, you'd been rolling your eyes as the hair stylist that shared your caravan had droned on and on about this new Elordi fellow and how dreamy he was. Some of the other workers in the hair and makeup department parroted her yearning for the guy. But you were certain you'd remain calm and cool in this supposed deities presence.

And then he sat down in your chair. And he looked up to you with an intriguing set of droopy dark eyes. And you knew Jacob Elordi was about to be a real problem for you.

It wasn't his fame. You weren't swept up by his essence because of the collective crowd on the internet drooling over the guy. It wasn't even his magnetism. Because he did have a lot of that, you wavered it was necessary to survive fame. But it was more the way he would look up at you from that make up chair. With those dumb stupid big beautiful eyes. And his smile that followed. And then the infuriating way he'd start conversations with you, those first few days on set.

"What'd you have for breakfast this morning?" Jacob would wonder, watching as you readied a sponge. You would answer and ask for his in return. He would mention stopping by a cafe earlier and go on to ask you where you grew up and if you liked it there and what the best book you've ever read was called.

"You've got to stop chatting away, makes it hard to do your touch up's." You'd smile, reaching out to adjust Jacobs perfect fucking face so you could work on his brows.

"Sorry." He breathed out, seemingly genuinely guilty. He went on explaining himself still, slowly as you continued to do your job. "Don't like awkward silence. Or bullshit small talk. Getting to know you seemed like the safest route. Since you'll be covering the dark circles under my eye's this whole shoot."

You laughed in understanding before announcing that you got it, and waved over the hairdresser on site today.

"Wait, before you go, that book you mentioned..." Jacob pointed your way as you turned for closing up your kit of brushes. Then you watched as the guy wrestled his cellphone from his jacket pocket. "Here," Jacob said, extending the device your way. "Write the title in my notes app. I will forget, but I don't want too. It sounded properly readable."

"Oh." You turned your lips down in a twisted grin of surprise. As you took the device from Jacob's grasp, you felt a surge of gratification that the guy trusted you enough with his phone let alone wanted to read a book you mention not having read since uni.

Not missing the way the hairdresser rolled her eyes, you grinned and found Jacobs notes app with ease, straining not to glance beyond your means. With the press of a few buttons you wrote down the title, and fought off the impulsive urge to include your very own phone number as well. That would be embarrassing, knowing full well this man would never call or text or probably even dare to glance your way beyond the makeup chair.

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The next few weeks went by the same. Jacob would yammer away until you almost had to hold his mouth shut to finish his makeup. And you would fill the silence by telling stories of your own, because he'd mentioned he wasn't fond of silence and you knew your job went beyond applying lip liner, it was also to keep celebrities happy as royalty.

And all the while you blinked away thoughts of how funny he was. How beautiful Jacob was. You wouldn't let yourself realize he was exactly your type. You wouldn't let yourself dream that you might be his. You simply relished the times you made him laugh. Once you made him laugh so hard he cried, tear tracks ruining the powder you'd only just applied.

The hairdresser who was the leader of fawning over Jacob as soon as he left the room had taken to frowning in your direction most days. You reckoned it was because she'd never been able to make him laugh that hard, or at all, ever. And the stories she told him when he asked her to seemed to lose his interest halfway through every time. Try as Jacob might, you saw his eyes glaze over as the hairstylist droned on about her retirement plan or the grocery list she'd put together that day.

After acknowledging her sorry excuse for conversation Jacob would stop you from packing up and heading to lunch so he could ask you for more books to read, more films to watch, more stories from you. Then his assistant would interrupt, or he'd be called to set and you'd be left to head to the craft table with dangerous feelings of lust and intrigue to push away. You would not let this boy break you of your career long streak of professionalism, damn it.

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One night, in the middle of a week break from set, you spent an evening scrolling mindlessly. When a tiktok with Jacob's name in the tags popped up, you scrolled away at the speed of light. You didn't let yourself linger too long on posts with him there, not wanting to know anything good bad or otherwise so long as you were assigned to work with him on this project. But it wasn't long before another tiktok popped up featuring the guy in a very familiar setting. He was too famous at this point. You watched as you saw leaked footage from behind the scenes of Priscilla, but weren't too shocked. The stars of the film were occasionally being interviewed by publicists between takes to document their experience, beginning to promote the film.

And maybe you let yourself keep watching out of a sense of entitlement, you'd been working on this set. You could watch a video of Jacob from work, right? You couldn't tear your eyes from him no matter how hard you tried now anyway. You watched as the person holding the camera zoomed in on the guy while he adjusted his suit jacket. You watched as he seemed to talk to the costars at his side. You watched as he looked up and smiled. And you couldn't help but melt a little at the sight, he seemed so happy, so at ease. And then you watched as Jacob's grin widened as he waved someone closer. And much to your horror, you saw yourself step into frame.

You remembered that day, where you waited on the side lines to fix Cailee's eyeliner. While the director was storming up a new camera angle, Jacob waved you over to mention the last chapter of your favorite book he'd almost finished reading. He was laughing over a bit that you'd warned him about the week before. And you were laughing over how excited he was about it, finally having someone to gush over your favorite plot with.

Now, huddled beneath the blankets of your bed, you slammed your phone down at your side, bewildered to know someone had caught your interaction on camera. Raddled to have just seen Jacob lighting up at the sight of you. Angry at yourself for hopping you'd read his body language in a way that suggested he really liked you that much.

When you picked your phone back up, you watched the candid moment over and over, trying to debunk Jacob's smile. Trying to convince yourself he was only being friendly, only cared because he had to find someone to mingle with during down beats.

And then you read the comments.

"If Jacob smiled at me like that, I would die."

"Imagine making him laugh like that she's so lucky."

"Who is she??" One comment read. "Her last name will be Elordi if he hasn't married her already, calling it." Someone replied.

You shouldn't have read the comments.

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When you were due back on set you swallowed away the excitement bubbling up in you at the prospect of seeing Jacob again. This was so unlike you, to be awaiting the arrival of your client with an embarrassing giddiness. As you reminded yourself that this was your job and Jacob was simply a guest in your makeup chair- the man himself eased into the caravan, ready to get ready for the day.

"Hey, you! I had a bunch of points earned up to get two free coffees so I brought you one. I remember you said you like almond milk so I asked for that." Jacob was all smiles as he extended a latte to you. Awe fuck.

"Thank you, Jacob." You struggled not to sigh with angst as you accepted his very generous surprise. Luckily, he seemed none the wiser that you'd answered through gritted teeth. He just kept smiling as he headed to your chair.

"Oh, me first today lovie. Need to start your dye straight off, you're little makeup girlfriend will have to wait." The hairdresser announced, daring to grab Jacob by his sleeve, yanking him toward her end of the trailer. The other workers around rolled their eyes, sick of her endless commentary. You bit your tongue as you leaned against the counter, shaking your head when a coworker scoffed in the hairdresser's direction. Luckily, Cailee waltz in, ready for you before anyone else. You thanked God for the distraction, readying your brow pencil and chatted to the girl about her break from set.

All the while, your least favorite coworkers voice demanded to be the loudest in the room. She made everyone listen to some boring ass story and practically whinnied when Jacob got up to trade Cailee places.

"No offence, you're fine and all, just don't have hair as silky smooth as Jacob's." The hairdresser told Cailee but made sure her comment was loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh wait, silly me,"

As Jacob settled in the makeup chair and began to ask if the drink he'd brought you was good, the hairdresser of your nightmares shoved her way between you and the person you were meant to be working on.

"I left of a bobby pin, how'd I forget," She droned in an annoying pitch, nearly shoving you over in her attempt to get closer to Jacob.

"Can you please get out of my space?" You called, annoyed that she was pushing you away from your station without a single polite excuse.

"Can you please stop being such a jealous bitch?" The hairdresser whipped to face you with a manic smile.

"Oh my God?" You almost laughed in shock at her comment when another coworker dared to reach out and pulled her away, and out of the trailer. Another hairdresser apologized to the room for the previous girl's behavior and stepped up to lead charge of Cailee's wig.

With no time to shake the rage that had been born in you, you pushed it down, biting your lip hard as you went about finding the right sponge for Jacob's foundation.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seemingly worried. And that pissed you off too. Why'd he have to act like he cared so much? Why'd he have to be so damn wonderful?

"I'm fine. Thank you again for the coffee, it...is kind of bitter but it was a really sweet gesture, I swear. Close your eye's please." You responded as calm and cool as possible.

"Bitter... sweet..." Jacob winked, just for you to see. It was the best thing you'd ever witness. And the worst all the same. You were sure you blushed. You tilted his chin and struggling to suppress how much you'd miss when you didn't get to be this close to him. He stayed quiet as you finished his face, and so did you. When his makeup was done, almost everyone else had left the trailer. The last remaining beautician was walking out as you'd closed the case to your kit.

"I thought you didn't like awkward silence." You dared to mention, as Jacob stood to leave. It wasn't like you'd thought to ask. It was just a thought that ended up blurted out. And then you were bold enough still to look up and right at the guy with those perfectly shaped eyes to find he'd already been staring right at you.

"S'not so awkward with you."

You really wish he hadn't said that. You really wished you'd never prompted him too. You really wished he wasn't still standing there looking across the features of your face like he was waiting on you to respond. There was a knock on the door just in time, and a voice calling for Jacob to hurry to set.

"I'll see you after lunch, right?" Jacob wondered as he moved toward the door. You muttered something like "Yeah sure," as you turned to start collecting your things. As far as Jacob knew you were headed to the craft table. But as your feet started marching out of the trailer, you found yourself headed toward the manager of the crew you'd been hired in with. You explained to her that you really thought it was best you turned in your resignation.

You'd never dared yourself to tread the line during work. Never been so enamored with someone you were meant to be professional with. It wasn't in your best interest to see how far this went. And it wasn't in Jacobs best interest that you kept lingering around distracting him with stories and novel suggestions.

So, on a decided whim, you packed your things, swallowed frustrated tears, and headed home for good.

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You let yourself be mad once your front door was shut and locked. You threw away the stupid coffee Jacob bought you. You turned the telly off and tossed the remote toward the hardwood when Euphoria came on. You muttered and cursed and slammed cabinets as you made a carb heavy comfort meal and called your best friend.

The day went on and turned to night as you tried to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You began getting ready for bed, talking yourself into sleeping off all the weird feelings and events that had transpired today. Tomorrow, you'd find a new job and make sure to decline any with that one awful hairdressers name on the list of beauticians.

As you sat on the edge of your bed and set a reminder for yourself to job hunt tomorrow afternoon, a notification interrupted your typing.

Instagram was alerting you that one certain Jacob Elordi was sending you a fucking message. He'd followed you a couple weeks ago, when you handed him your phone to show him a picture of your beloved childhood pet. He scrolled away from it and found your handle to promptly pull up on his very own Instagram, following you with a smile.

Your eyes widened and your thumb worked faster than your brain, clicking the popup before you could talk yourself out of it. Oh, shit now he was going to know you opened his fucking stupid ass message. You really wished you hadn't met this boy. He wasn't even here and he was torturing your every thought.

"You were NOT there after lunch as promised. Call me? xx"

Before your eyes displayed a row of numbers that if pressed would call Jacob Elordi's cell phone. You tried really hard to talk yourself out of it. But being away from him for the last ten hours had really done a number on your heart. It missed him more than your brain was afraid to admit. Your thumb clicked the numbers. Your phone started to ring.

After one buzz he answered.

"I got off set to hear you'd quit and left me to bear that horrid hairdresser without you? Was the coffee really that bad?" Jacob's voice crackled through the line, soft and saccharine. You chuckled morosely at his coffee joke before responding.

"No pleasant greeting. What if it wasn't me calling? What if it was some crazy fan girl?" You dared to venture.

"Are you saying you're not a fan of mine?"

You wanted to assure him that you were probably his biggest, but sighed in place of a response, struggling to choose your words.

"What happened? That hairdresser should be fired. You shouldn't've left." Jacob spoke, as you watched the traffic out your window and relished the sound of his voice in your ear.

"It..." You couldn't help it. You couldn't hide it any longer. "It wasn't really her. I quit because of you, Jacob."

"Me? I- I'm sorry I thought we-" He sounded too worried, and you realized you'd spoken a little too cryptically.

"Not because you did anything wrong." You hurried to explain, interrupting his unnecessary apology. "It's me, not you."

"Is this a break up? I never even got to ask you on a proper date." He laughed a humorless laugh.

"That's the thing." You said. "I like you way more than I should've ever let myself. It's too unprofessional for me to work with you and have these feelings. I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be telling you this. Everyone treats you like a piece of meat, I hate that I-"

"So... what I'm hearing..." Jacob's voice rose a bit as he interrupted you, catching your attention off guard. "Is that I can actually ask you on a proper date? And this doesn't have to be a break up at all."

"Oh! I- wait are you joking?" You blurted, shocked by the tone of his voice and the fact that it seemed like Jacob Elordi was asking you out.

"I like you too, dummy. I've been doing my damnedest to make that clear. You know I don't just follow every wardrobe artist on Instagram and bring camera men cafe treats. I used my free coffee on you! I'm so sorry it was no good though."

"It wasn't the worst coffee ever." You smiled, feeling a calm and hopeful buzz wash over you.

"Well, let me take you on a proper date, for a proper cup of coffee, and talk you back on set."

"I can date you, or be your makeup artist, but I will not allow myself to do both. I have a very strict moral compass as a working lady."

"I'll choose the first option then by a long shot." You could hear Jacob's smile in the tone of his voice. You let him ramble a little longer about the day he'd had and how bad he felt that you'd been moved to quit. He asked you to meet him at the cafe across from the set during lunch tomorrow, and you promised you would in fact show up without a doubt this time.

Fuck finding a new job tomorrow. You were going on an absolute dream date with Jacob. But you were most definitely ordering your own coffee.

#thanks nonny! this was really fun to write #jacob elordi fanfic #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi x fem!reader #jacob elordi

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Hiii! I love your stories and I would like to put a request?

I watched videos about social experiments of men forcing themselves on women to see if someone would interfere. There is this one where a guy in a bike, saw it and then fixed his hair to look intimidating and intervened.

Can you do one where reader is a reluctant participant of the experiment with her classmates and they kind of force her to the role is the girl? Then just so happens Bucky was walking around and saw it and just fixed his hair first to look more intimidating before he intervened.

Then they try to tell him its an experiment but Bucky didn't exactly liked it because reader is still upset so he goes and take her away.

It can be fluffy and has a smut on the end or its your choice! Anything would be great because you are a great writer.

I hope you can see my request! Take your time too. No rush love! 💕💕💕

OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE We love protective Bucky. Now make it protective College!Bucky. Readers "friends" are awful in this. Bucky is everything here. We live for that fluffy, emotional smut. Also I'm so sorry because I'm 10000% sure when you said take your time you didn't mean take over a year to respond. I hope you see you bb

"C'mon y/n, it'll be fine!" Danielle whined, dragging you along with the others, ignoring the discomfort on your face.

"Why can't one of you do it" You frowned, tugging at the hem of your skirt, shifting uncomfortable while your friends continued to drag you towards the park bench. They begged you to be a participant in a social experiment they were doing for class and insisted you wouldn't have to do much. They didn't tell you you'd have to sit through someone pretending to harass you the entire time, waiting to see if people would intervene.

"Because it'll look more real this way. One of us can't do it" She rolled her eyes, making adjustments to your hair while her group members set up a camera in the bushes out of sight. They roped in one of the football players on campus, Johnathan Walker, to take on the roll of the man harassing you just to keep it more interesting, wondering if people would stand up to a more well-known figure, especially one that was clearly physically stronger than most.

"It's not that big of a deal. All you have to do is look scared while John pretends to keep asking you out on a date. Maybe some cat calling. either way its all fake so you just have to act. Ugh, don't worry, Y'know he'd never actually ask you out, seriously, enjoy what you can here"

You sighed, your stomach already flipping with anxiety while she laughed, running off to hide, throwing a thumbs up to indicate they'd started filming.

"Hey pretty girl" the blonde winked, taking a seat beside you on he bench, inching closer to you when you shifted away. "What's a girl like you doin' sittin' all alone" He threw his arm over the back of the bench to get you closer, trying to pull you right beside him. You stiffened, looking as uncomfortable as ever but you weren't acting.

"Just waiting for someone" You made up an excuse, giving him another pained smile while he nodded, asking you for coffee next, talking louder than necessary, hoping to gain some attention from people walking by. You shook your head, getting up to walk away, the smirk on his face growing, clearly really enjoying this.

"Hey, come back" he called after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest to keep you from running off. His hand moved from your arm to your waist, sliding down until it rested just above your ass. More passer byers started to notice but no one stopped, every person glancing without wanting to get involved, especially when it came to the football star and a girl no one really knew.

"John, stop" You whispered just enough for him to hear, your throat tightening when he gripped you harder, smirking at your struggle.

"C'mon darlin', don't be like that" He laughed, grabbing your ass, your heart starting to hammer in panic. You pushed against his chest, desperately hoping someone would intervene but he only continued to hold you closer.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair after just taking it down after a workout, his black hair tie sitting on his wrist. He took a long sip from his water bottle while walking to class, noticing a few hushed whispers among people as he passed the campus park along with a small crowd watching something from a distance.

"Please let me go"

He frowned at the scared pleading voice he heard, making his way over to make sure no one was hurt. His jaw clenched seeing the sweet girl he recognized from one of his classes clearly in distress trying to get away from Walker without a single person trying to help. He saw red watching Walkers hands roam, pulling her back each time she tried to run away.

"Just one date, it won't hurt-

"Get the fuck off her!" A voice boomed across the park making John flinch, his hand dropping as if you'd suddenly burnt him. Everyone's eyes shot up to a very angry James Barnes marching straight towards you and John, the blonde swallowing nervously, stepping away from you.

Danielle stopped filming, worried Bucky would actually throw John over the bench, his hardened eyes and clenched fists a bad sign.

"Guys! Hey, relax it's just an experiment-

"About what?! Actually harassing her? You're disgusting" Bucky hissed, glaring at Danielle, shutting her up instantly. Bucky stepped in between you and John, his large frame sheltering you from your supposed friends. "Can't you see she's actually scared and uncomfortable. You should've stopped as soon as she asked you to"

Danielle's cheeks reddened from embarrassment, too scared to say anything back to the man who towered over her, slinking away when he turned to John instead.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, I should beat your ass for what you just did to her" Bucky growled while John tried to straighten his shoulders, getting pulled back by his bestfriend before he could open his mouth.

"He's captain of the wrestling team and coaches MMA, just shut the fuck up and walk away" Lamar hissed in Johns ear, throwing Bucky an apologetic smile, dragging his friend before things could get worse. Your friends packed their things and scrambled away leaving your shaken, biting onto your lip to keep from crying.

"Hey, you okay?" Bucky cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped out, his glare sending off anyone that tried to stop and stare.

"I'm-I'm fine" You said shakily, forcing a smile. "Thank you Bucky"

"Of course y/n" He spoke softly, wishing he could wrap you up in his arms so you'd feel protected. His heart broke seeing you continue to tremble, slipping his hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze. "Tell me what you need, do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes please" You whispered, grateful you had Bucky by your side, his stoic face, scruffy beard and shoulder length hair keeping everyone else far away while he kept you close to his side.

"Lets go" He nodded with a smile, knowing the way to your place after he'd walked you home plenty of times after you'd worked on papers together in the library. You pressed yourself into his side, your body relaxing when he moved to wrap his arm around you, strong, corded muscles holding you firmly. The walk to your place wasn't long; as soon as you reached the door, you felt a pang of sadness, already missing Bucky's protective warmth.

"What else do you need sweets, do you want me to get you anything? Coffee?"

"Could you-" you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, feeling silly for the request, deciding to drop in instead. "Actually its okay"

"Hey, no, please tell me, you know you can ask me for anything y/n" His baby blues pleaded with you while your eyes flicked to your feet.

"Could you stay for a little while? I- I just- I'm still-

"Of course doll, I'd love to" Bucky hushed your nervous rambling, happy to keep you company until you felt better. His cheeks blushed as he entered you home, already doing a poor job of keeping his composure together. He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when you gave him a shy smile, the secret crush he had on you making him feel soft and fuzzy. He'd had a crush on you from the first day you were assigned as study partners for a project and it had only gotten worse ever since.

He toed off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag by the closet while you both made your way to the living room. He didn't let you get up, telling you to stay put on the couch while he went to grab you some water. You put on one of your comfort shows, curling up into his side while he wrapped his arm around you, the scent of his body wash and something distinctly him making you feel warm and safe. You hadn't realized you kept kneading into his side like a kitten while Bucky chuckled, pulling the throw blanket over you, letting your legs sit across his thighs.

"Feeling better?" He whispered against your hair, still stroking your back an hour later. You nodded, having crawled into his lap at some point during the evening, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I like this" you smiled, toying with his chain, the simple action making Bucky nearly swoon.

"Me too, doll" He kissed the top of your head softly, "Anything else I can do for you? Just name it, I can make you dinner, we can build a pillow fort, have a sleep over" He teased playfully, making you giggle. You nuzzled yourself further into his hold, wanting the night to last forever.

"Stay with me tonight?" you whispered, peering up at him through your lashes before flicking yours eyes away, worried you'd crossed a boundary. Bucky cupped your face making you look at him, his thumb sweeping across your bottom lip.

"Are you sure, sweets?"

"Please" you nodded, forgetting how to breathe when his eyes bounced to your lips before meeting your gaze again, his self restraint slowly crumbling. He bit his lip, squeezing your waist a little harder than intended to hold himself back, eyes growing wide when your soft mouth pressed against his. His lashes fluttered shut, hands moving to hold your face, desperately chasing more of your sweetness.

His tongue slipped between yours lips, lacing with yours as the kiss grew more heated, groaning as he moved you to straddle his lap with ease. He didn't intend to take anything further, happy to spend the night kissing you while watching movies, his arms wrapping around your body.

"I need you" You broke away panting, your hands clutching onto his Henley, seated again his thick erection impossible to hide under his sweats.

"How do you need me, sugar" Bucky rasped, unsure if thats what you needed, doing his best to keep his hard length from rubbing against you. He let out a shuddered breath when you shifted, bucking your hips in the process, wriggling on his lap. "Doll, you gotta stop that, or else I'll-

"Need you closer" You whimpered, your arms wrapping around his wide shoulders, burying you face into the crook of his neck. His heady scent made you want to sink your teeth into him, having never felt more protected, needing to feel all of him.

"Are-are you sure?" He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling your soft lips pepper kisses up his neck to his ear. He wouldn't have a single problem if you decided to say no, still doing his best to hold back.

"Yes, please Bucky need you"

"Can't have our first time together on your couch, baby" Bucky let out a breathless laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist, hoisting you up with ease, making his way up the stairs to your room. He laid you down before settling on top between your legs, lost in holding you again. Clothes were thrown off one by one between needy, desperate kisses, until you were both left completely bare. Your slick was sticky between your legs, covering your thighs, too impatient for anything else, just needing Bucky to fill you right up.

Bucky could feel your arousal coat his length, keeping it slotting between your wet folds as he dipped his head down to take your nipple in his mouth, giving it a gentle tug while cupping your other breast. His hips rutted on their own. taking his time to love on you, dribbles of precum wetting your clit.

"Bucky, please, closer?" You pleaded, spreading your legs further, gasping when his tip caught against your entrance, your nails digging into his thick shoulders. His fell around your face like a soft curtain, gently tickling your face.

"You sure you want this, you can say no baby" He said sincerely, stroking your hair, ignoring the way your cunt was pulsing and throbbing against his dripping cockhead, greedy for him to put it in you.

"I want you Bucky. I-I've liked for for so long" You shyly confessed, biting your lip while he cooed, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I liked you too, y/n" He whispered, his cheeks blushing at your sweetness, giving yourself to him, and trusting him when you were at your most vulnerable. "So much love, been crushing on you forever"

He held the base of his cock, the both of you gasping as he pushed the tip in, your pussy instantly welcoming him inside you, pulsing for more.

"That's it, open up for me baby, good girl" He whispered against your skin, inching his cock in, the delicious stretch causing your back to arch off the bed, pressing your chest further against his. "S'good, taking all of my cock doll"

"Wan-want all of you Bucky" you moaned, squeezing your thighs around his waist as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your ass. "Oh my god!"

Bucky started to move, giving you slow, gentle strokes, his body weight grounding you while you took everything he gave you. He'd wanted to make love for you for ages, bringing his hands to lave with yours, pinning you against the bed while moving faster, his cock swelling further.

"You-you feel so good sweets, fuck you're so precious"

"I am?" You whimpered, your voice melting into a moan as he hit that sensitive spot that made your body tremble, pleasure and emotion causing tears to slip out.

"So precious to me baby" He wrapped his arms tenderly around your body, kissing your tears away, his pace growing sloppy. "My precious doll. I'll protect you from anyone" His voice dropped an octave, fucking you with the utmost passion, pounding you hard and fast. "You're mine now, not gonna let anyone every hurt you"

You hiccupped a sob, your cunt pulling him back in, fluttering around his throbbing cock making it impossible for him to last any longer.

"M'gonna cum doll" Bucky whispered, his back pulled taut, giving you deep strokes, the head of his cock sensitive, "You gotta cum first baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you" His hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, pleasure crashing down hard and fast.

"BUCCKYY" You cried out, your body shuddering as you started to clench around his cock, causing him to moan loudly, stilling as he cock hardened.

"Oh fuck baby, m'cumming!" He spilled himself into you, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts until he was milked dry, collapsing on top of you while you carded your fingers through his soft locks. He spent the rest of the night cuddling you, until you fell asleep in his arms, with your legs tangled together until the sun rose.

He loved how you looked, as the sun streamed through the blinds, a soft pout on yours lips as he traced over your featured, admiring each one. You peeked an eye open before closing it again, giggling when he pinched your side.

"What else can I do for you, baby" Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, making your face heat up, smiling into his chest.

"More cuddles please?" Your voice was muffled, sighing contently when he pulled the covers higher, closing his eyes again.

"Wouldn't have it any other way"

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randomalistic · 7 months

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Anyways here’s a rambling infodump thing about all the similarities between Spamton and Turbo and then some. (you should bully me for this)

My fixation on both of them… they feed into eachother.

3 foot tall FREAK !!!!!

THE INSANE SMILER…

Glitchy and pixelated

Full of envy, pent up hatred, DESPERATELY CRAVES REVENGE.

Kinda ugly </3

Or at least. Unconventional!

Used to drive a car when he was popular

I know there’s a difference between being a car spokesman and being a racer but it’s close enough <3 Spamton would not know how to drive a cungadero they just told him to pose in there and smile. Ok Headcanon OVER !!!!

Had it all in the 80s/90s before losing the spotlight

Turbo did his bullshit in 1987 (actual road blasters release year) and Spamton did his bullshit in 1997

Only really known as an unspeakable rumor and lives in infamy

It’s more like everyone “moved on” from Spamton and forgot about him (or at least tried to forget about him…) where with Turbo what he did was so bad that he’s only known for that ONE thing

Goes in hiding for decades

Spamton has his alleyway dumpster, and maybe other areas of cyber city with low traffic. Turbo’s hiding was implied to have been in the depths of game central station until Sugar Rush was plugged in. (Which I think was asked about in an AMA) Both are like. ~30 YEARS of hiding 💀

Would go any length for the same attention again

The interesting thing about this is Turbo DOES win. He does get that attention back by disguising as King Candy and being able to race again, and he keeps it for however long Sugar Rush was around for before the events of the movie. Spamton never gets it back…

But at least Spamton doesn’t get INCINERATED so I’d say he’s better off, even if the best outcome is him becoming an item

Dependent on some kid for his plan to work

Although Spamton’s relationship with Kris (dependent on them helping him) is pretty different than King Candy’s relationship with Vanellope (dependent on her not interfering) I still think it’s funny that they both have beef with children

Later attempted murder of said kid

Quality villains out here not even hesitating to kill kids to get what they want !!!

Imitated/fabricated identity

Spamton imitates Swatch, Turbo fabricates (?) King Candy

Stupid catchphrase

NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO BE [TurboTastic!]

BOSS BATTLE FORM IS FUCKKKKED

They essentially have the same monologue of “THANKS TO YOU I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER!! But it's not enough... so I'm going to kill you anyways"

I think King Candybug’s Face resembles SNEO in a weird way. Mostly just the big eyes and weird nose and THE SMILERRRRR. They have very similar vibes! I will stop myself now!

Virus/malware adiacent

Turbo literally claims he’s a virus by the end of the movie and Spamton is Spamton

Critically Acclaimed Tumblr Man (and hated)

From my RESEARCH. (Aka. Looking up art of him) Apparently a lot of people on tumblr liked Turbo in 2013. And those people have since become spamton people (perhaps ……) I guess that is me now too. Really unfortunate

Lore ties into a real life video game (Petz & Road Blasters)

In the sweepstakes spamton was kinda confirmed to come from a Petz game. I also didn’t know road blasters was Real until I started looking into it . (TurboTime is fake tho) But there’s a very specific similarity for you. Fucked up characters blurring the lines into real life my beloved

Rivalry/broken friendship with Those similar looking fellas (I’m running out of brain power here)

Spamton had the Addisons, which were like his friends? Fellow advertisers. Looked a bit like him, just taller with different colors. Spamton left them after becoming a big shot because he thought he didn’t need them anymore…

Turbo had the “turbo twins” (the 2 other blue racers in his game) idk if that’s their official name cuz they kinda barely exist in canon.. I think it’s popular fanon that Turbo is shorter than both of them, but that’s actually not true. But I’m still gonna count it. Anyways he KILLED them when he got turbotime unplugged. THEYRE DEAD.

Extreme temperature related death (is this a stretch)

Less of a similarity and more of an interesting contrast

Turbo burns to death when he’s INCINERATED in diet cola mountain. I could ramble about this a lot but. That’s for my second account

And Spamton NEO (in snowgrave at least) is FROZEN SOLID by noelle. He shouldn’t have asked for that ice cream man

Anyways I get similar vibes from those guys..

I hope they explode.

Also thinking more about this is making me realize how similar in concept deltarune and Wreck it Ralph are. As in, those apps and computer programs in the computer lab ? Yeah they’re alive and theres a whole ass cyber city and mansion and theres a ton of little guys living in there! (And same goes for the card kingdom in chapter 1)

Like if there was a dark world created in an arcade, it would probably look something like the WIR world. In a way, lightners would be the “players” because everything the game characters (darkners) do is to serve the players. I’m just saying !!!! These pieces of media are both Really Good!!!

#spamtastic #whatever #long lost #pong post #CAN YOU TELL IM LOSING IT #Long Post #you don’t wanna know how many hours I spent thinking about this!#oops!!!!!#I have work to do!!!#spamton #wreck it Ralph #Turbo wir #turbo #turbo wreck it ralph

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an-entity-i-think · 2 years

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Okay so you know the drill,, there's a gala! Wow Bruce Wayne is so dreamy 😍 he's a whore 🥵 he's a dad 🥰 he's a- oh shit he's a hostage 😳

Everyone looks around frantic and scared but also... not really... cause ya know... this happens like every Wayne gala? Like they had to sign a slip saying that Wayne Inc isn't liable for any injuries during a possible takeover cause the Board was tired of people sneaking in just to sue after being shot by Ozzie's umbrella gun (it was just a graze 🙄) (Bruce pays for them all anyway)

But! This time Damian was in his arms when he was taken hostage! Extra collateral! How tragic! He's just a poor boy ;(

The corners have shadows of course and next thing you know- through a series of odd instances that are totally irrelevant to the story (oh his other children must be so scared! Must have hid under the tables since no one saw them,, how terribly sad) -a few of Gotham's vigilantes show up to save the day! (Is it 9 already?)

Alas! a goon (he's new, he's blue, he'll shoot himself in the shoe 🎶) gets startled and almost shoots poor defenseless Damian Wayne and oh Bruce becomes a real papa bear and slams his fist into the goons face-

"No." He practically growls- which uh Brucie can growl? A spattering of confusion goes around the room before a laughing Red Hood can be heard after checking on the goon-

"Damn! Good job papi!"

Everyone in the room pauses.

Did the Red Hood... just call Brucie Wayne Papi? The Red Hood, the anti-hero of unknown age who just recently obtained the praise of the city for taking down the recent baddie with the Gotham sirens when all the other bats seemed to be out of town?

A million ideas pass through the thoughts of the elite in attendance.

A million thoughts pass through Jason who just realized what he said after seeing that Goon Lagoon lost his front teeth.

He looks to Nightwing and in state of panic they speak to each other in a way that only panicking siblings who can't speak can share-

'You done fucked up,' Dick seems to say with a twitch of his eyebrow.

'Obviously, you stupid idiot, but how do I fix it,' Jason responds practically psychically with a tilt of his head.

Dick just looks at him in pity, and with a shake of his head, he stares into his little brother's soul with the plan

-of course nobody else hears this conversation,, everyone in the room just watches the two vigilantes stare at each other weirdly for a few seconds (theyre on complete opposite sides of the room? There is not a single shred of subtle about them having a mental conversation even if nobody knows what it's about) before a look a pure absolute disgust reveals itself across Red Hood's masked face (he threw his helmet for fun earlier in the battle not important) before settling into a neutral stiffness.

Solemnly devastated, like he's about to go off to war and his Beau will be left behind to be cared for by his evil brother who will no doubt try to take advantage of his estate,,

or like a teenager being told by an acquaintance that they found their old elementary school YouTube account with videos of them role-playing with their Littlest Pet Shop animals,,

or like when a mother writes a 12k story for her fandom during her toddlers nap time only for the child not only to wake up before expected but also somehow spill applejuice all over her laptop (the one she's had since she was a teen) shorting it and deleting the story because she didn't press save on top of being morbidly tired from lack of sleep-

He looks up and says with clarity in his voice even if it's also filled with the verbal equivalent of eating 4 lemons raw and slow- peel and all,

"That's what I call him in bed."

Everyone in The Know takes psychic damage.

The elite in the crowd do little more than nod before moving on.

Bruce just smiles big and fake and pretends like he doesn't want to die.

Red Hood looks at his gun with wistfullness, while Nightwing does an unnecessary amount of acrobatics along the chandeliers above them just to land next to him and pat him on the shoulder.

Later, an anonymous commenter spoke about hearing Damian Wayne whisper to himself, "I hate this fucking family," as Timothy Drake-Wayne (who appeared miraculously safe and sound) gave him a nod of agreement.

#brucie wayne #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #desperate times call for desperate measures #cass couldnt stop laughing #shes been on the chandalier for two hours #steph cried that she missed it #the boys mourn #all those batman and robin jokes for this?#bruce and jason look at each other for one (1) moment before ignoring each other for 3 weeks #after they pretend it never happened to the point that tim and damian discuss magical influence #babs knows for a fact they spoke with zatanna #zatanna said no tho #entity writes dc #entity writes

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leeflings · 8 months

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I like to think that Julia and Damien were friends that previously to the reboot and had a big falling out!! even though they only had one scene together (technically two,, finale) I just think their personalities would mesh well together :3

this oneshot is set during the party after the finale! bowie and priya both hosted it together since they’re the winner/runner ups!

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Comfort.

—

“Okayy, I’m here for the party, buttknuckles!”

Julia exclaims as she steps in, the group of former contestants turning to her with mixed reactions. Chase ran up to her and gave her a high five, gladly welcoming her in. “Heyy, Julia! It’s good to see you made it! Oh- you should try the cake! It’s suuuuper good!” The dark brunet laughs, taking another piece of cake from the table, scarfing it down as he goes over to Ripper.

MK, the kleptomaniac, gave her a half glance turned glare, before returning to sipping on her soda.

Wayne and Raj greeted her as well, the former more welcoming than the latter, since he didn’t have a boyfriend who didn’t hate her guts yet. “Yooo, Jules! You made it! I was just telling Raj that I was getting worried about you, come on!” The dirty blonde led her to the large table with a clean white table cloth draped over it, with dozens of plates of food on it. Wow, they really wanted to celebrate this much over the several grueling weeks they all had shared together. In a way, she found it cute, in the other, she just saw it as free food.

Sure, she would have preferred to win the money, but free food is fine, she supposed.

Julia was about to take a small bowl of cut up mango, before an arm stopped her. “Nuh uh, no way I’m letting you in here.” Bowie’s voice sounded stern, and annoyed at the same time. “This is a No-Julia party from here on out,” He crossed his arms, looking down at the influencer with a raised eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Uhm. Hello? This is a party for every contestant, buttknuckle. I don’t know if that finale gave you brain damage, but I was one of them!”

“You’re insufferable and such a liar- I can guarantee you that almost nobody wants you here!”

“It was for the game, what, have you never even seen a show like Total Drama before? And don’t act like you weren’t fake too, you voted off Chase and lied to Emma’s face! Who would do such a thing to their best friend- oh right, you.”

That, got the attention of Emma, who at this point had been talking to Damien, the both of them were too engrossed in their conversation to even notice what was going on. In the corner of her eye, she saw the two turn toward the chaos at the table.

“You little..”

Julia watched as her arch-enemy winced, while his boyfriend put a hand on his shoulder, and he grumbled.

“You’re still more fake than me.. but I guess you can stay. Only because some people here actually like you, but also because it’s Priya’s party too.” Julia’s purple-grey eyes briefly shifted to Wayne’s, then briefly over to Damien, to whom avoided her gaze. As she expected.

“Thank you.”

She smiled at Bowie sweetly, before taking her bowl of chopped up mango, and the party slowly resumed to what it was before. The music was bumping loudly in the large room, the disco floor lighting up the room brightly, while some of the boys played video games on the big tv screen.

—

Time went by, and things got sort of overwhelming for Julia, in a way. Don’t get her wrong, she likes parties — she danced a lot in the first hour of the party— but after everything that happened before joining the show, her father and the Internet basically isolating her,, yeah, this party was bound to be overwhelming. She stood next to the wall, leaning against it as she surveyed her peers in the room, her eyes slightly narrowed.

“Okay, Julia.. you got this. It’s just a stupid party with all these stupid buttknuckles.” She took a shallow breath in, and let it out quietly. She ate her fruit in peace, growing more uncomfortable by the minute. She had been here for two hours at this point, and the party had yet to show signs of stopping.

She was Julia Holland, the girl of the hour. The biggest villain of the season. The girl who powered her way to fourth place, and could have won if she never pointed out the damn coins in that pond. A stupid party really shouldn’t make her feel awful, it shouldn’t.

But unfortunately, it was.

So, she decided to step outside for just a moment, to let all her frustration out. Julia put her bowl of fruit on the table, and walked out the door without anybody noticing. She was just tired of everything that’s been happening these past few weeks. Losing all her followers, getting exposed on international TV— getting thrown into a pit of firey bees or whatever that was, but the quips MK, Bowie, Emma and the rest of the cast threw her way never bothered her. At least, almost never bothered her. She guessed she never did that well in overwhelming situations like this.

There was this time where her father tried to get her to make friends with girls her age. It normally either ended up with a fight, or the other girl crying. Sometimes both — but in her opinion they absolutely deserved it.

Then there was the birthday parties her mother embarrassed her at. God, that struck her young, fragile ego hard.

Soon, she felt a few drops of rain hit her face, snapping her out of her thoughts of the past.

Oh, buttknuckles.

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Damien watched the other teens play video games on the big screen, causally sipping on a soda, MK right by his side. While Chase and Ripper were busy fighting and yelling at each other, he looked around the party a bit.

Zee was telling Caleb and Nichelle a story, likely on how he lost his leg.

Scary Girl was standing in the corner making a skull out of a random assortment of food from the main table. Weird.. and scary…

Emma was talking to Wayne and Axel. Probably complaining about Bow- oh no no, she was smiling. All was good, then. Probably

Raj was talking to Bowie, like the cool gay nerds they were. He couldn’t deny that they were cute, even if he himself wasn’t really into all that lovey-dovey stuff.

He saw everyone, except for Julia.

He turned to MK, his right eyebrow gently raised in curiosity. “Hey, MK- have you seen Julia? She’s like, gone. Do you think she’s okay?” He heard MK laugh, which was fair.

“Yeah, no. I don’t care about Julia. She probably thought she was better than some crummy party. Besides, why do you care about Julia of all people? What, you like her or something?”

“What? No, gross! I’m not into romance or anything like that.” Damien’s eyebrows furrowed briefly, before he answered MK’s previous question. “I care because - ah, I don’t know .. sure, Julia isn’t the greatest person ever, but she’s still a person.”

“Influencers aren’t people. Julia definitely isn’t, let’s face it Damien.” MK said, only turning away when the TV said ‘PIZZACHASER WON!’, the two of them watching Chase cheer loudly while Ripper started to scream as if his kidneys had been ripped out of his body. Damien cringed at the sudden loud noise, glancing at MK to realize she had magically put on a pair of soundproof headphones. Damn, he could really use those right now. Oh whatever.

He walked away from the loud noise, rolling his eyes as he held his drink close to his chest, looking down at the floor. Soon, he bumped into somebody.

“Oh! Crap, I am so sorry-“ He looked up, seeing that he had spilled some of his soda on Raj. He turned, and so did Bowie and Priya- (Priya? When did she get here?), the hockey player looking at him with a smile and apologetic eyes. “Oh- don’t worry Damien! It happens all the time to me and Wayne-“

“Wayne and I.” Bowie and Priya briefly cut in at the same time.

“Same thing, guys!” Raj giggled, wiping some of the soda into his shirt by accident as he tried to get it off. “Ah shoot..” Damien heard him mumble, and stared at him for a second with concern, before brushing it off as he asked his question. “Have you seen Julia? Like, since the party actually started..” Raj blinked at him blankly, before glancing back at Priya and Bowie, and Millie who just appeared next to them. “Uhh… no? I mean I saw her likeee… I don’t know! I saw her after we played Just Dance and it looked like she wasn’t having a good time, which kinda sucks. It’s a party, you know?” Damien simply nodded, looking over at the front door.

“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna get some fresh air, it’s too loud.” He laughed lightly, and walked out of the door.

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He walked onto the porch, closing the door behind him. In front of him, he saw a blonde with her head in her hands, shaking from the cold as the sky rained down on her. “Julia?” He asked, walking over to her slowly, sitting down next to his old friend on the staircase, the rain gently beating down on the two. He set his soda down next to him, his gaze focused on the weeping blonde. “..Jules?” He asked quietly, his eyebrows knit together in concern.

The quiet cries of the girl stopped as soon as he put his hand onto her shoulder, and he quickly pulled it away. She lifted her face from her hands, and there he saw the mess of makeup on her face. Her mascara was running down her face, and her lipstick was slightly smudged.

“What, are you gonna make fun of me, Damien?” She glared at him, a small sniffle coming from her. “This is so embarrassing.” She grumbled, the man hummed lowly, “What? I wasn’t gonna make fun of you, I’m not like MK or Bowie.” He said as he took off his yellow hat.

“Not yet.”

“Not ever, Jules. You know that.” He took off his jacket, draping it over Julia’s shoulders.

“No, I don’t!” Julia raised her voice, snapping at him, sitting up straight as the rain danced on the pair. “I don’t know if you’ll be like them — you should be mad at me, Damien! You have every single right to be mad at me! I don’t understand why you’re not!” She jabbed her index finger into his chest, right where his heart was. “I. don’t. get. you. Why do you suddenly care now?? Why do you care about me crying over some STUPID party?! Why can’t we just leave each other’s lives and move on already??”

“I care because I miss you! I care because I miss our friendship, Julia. I care because I know- deep down inside you, is the girl I once knew when we were kids! I moved on, Jules!” He frowns, looking the blonde right in the eyes, pulling her hand away from his chest. “You're the person who can’t.” He paused, watching her eyes widen before she looked away.

“..I’m sorry, Julia, but I’m telling the truth. I’ve moved on from everything, I’ve got friends, I got accepted into the college I always talked about— I-I even learned that I don’t like romance! And what have you done? Make a fake persona to gain views and popularity.” His brows furrowed once more, but it wasn’t out of concern, it was out of anger. “You .. were never that obsessed with yoga or nature or anything like that. What- what happened to you, Julia?”

“I don’t know what happened to me.” She said in a stern voice, “Ever since we stopped talking, my life has turned to shit, Damien! I tried to contact you but you never responded, not once! So then I tried to fix things with my father, do the meditating crystals and yoga like he always preached about, that sort of bullshit. I made myself something I could do to forget about you.. and then we both signed up for this fucking show, and my whole career I built up for myself vanished in an instant! I lost my followers, my sponsors- my dad’s trust! The million dollars was the only thing I had going for me then.. and then I lost that to those stupid buttknuckles.”

Damien stared at her for a long moment, soaking in the information that she just spilled out to him, actually speechless for once as Julia continued.

“I should have won the million! Not Bowie, not Priya, me!”

“Do you think I wasn’t salty too, Julia? You’re not the only one who lost.”

Julia froze at his cold tone, immediately shutting up. Damien sighed, giving himself a moment to relax.

“..I get it, though. Why you did what you did, I get it. I’m honestly just glad you weren’t actually a hippie granola girl, you know?” Julia looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall onto her face, washing away some of her messy makeup.

“…Yeah.”

A long moment of silence washes over the two, listening to the loud music blaring from inside the building, contrasting with the cold rain.

“I’m.. sorry.. for ruining our friendship.”

Julia says quietly, ashamed that she even had to say sorry in the first place. This was so unlike her. So vulnerable. She let her walls down once since the start of the show, and he doubts she’ll ever do it again.

Damien looked over at his old friend once more, a small smile on his face. “It’s alright, Julia.” He wrapped his arm around her, his yellow hat in his other hand. The two were so engrossed in their little heart to heart, they didn’t even realize that the front door was open. Bowie, Priya, Millie, and a few others were listening and watching this whole scene play out.

“Are you two done?” Bowie asked, his tone slightly annoyed.

Damien cocked his head towards the front door, giving Bowie a mean glare. Bowie’s brows raised slightly, never having seen him so mad before. Besides the finale, that is.

“Oookay, then.. I’ll just leave you two to it.”

The door shut, leaving the two childhood friends alone at last.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, there’s nothing I can do about it now. If they want to make fun of me, then so what? I don’t care.”

Damien laughed lightly, feeling some nostalgia tug at his heart. “That’s the Julia I know. You never cared about what anybody thought of you. You’re tough, strong..” He trailed off, but only for a moment.

“And you’re my friend, Jules.”

Julia rolled her eyes, “I forgot how cheesy you could be. And whatever, I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He laughs. “..I’m always here to comfort you, Julia. Like we promised when we were kids.”

The rain slowly stopped as the minutes went by.

Julia let herself smile softly as wrapped her childhood friend’s jacket around her tighter.

Finally, she felt comforted.

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127luvr · 9 months

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Hi it's me AGAIN, can i request a another Jaemin X Male Reader Where both of them attend a Pride parade. so like Jaemin is so excited and so Hype to attend the pride parade and he always hold the readers hand so they both don't lost each other and Jaemin would always take a picture of the reader and the both of them with some drag queens (cuz Jaemin is really into drags).. Then Jaemin and the reader would but some stuff, like little rainbow flags, flower crown, and a couple t shirt.. also Jaemin would Dance everytime their song is played while the reader is recording him and so on..😁😁😁

Rainbow ⏤͟͟͞͞★

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Jaemin is shining.

His face is adorned with a smile that stretches from ear to ear as he pulls you in every which direction. It’s not a harsh pull—more of a suggestive tug in his direction as he refuses to let go of your hand. You knew he could pull your entire body weight if he wanted but you liked his softer approach. His excitement buzzed off of you—his clammy hand tightening it’s grip on yours as he passed crowds of people just to get to an emptier spot on the lawn.

Jaemin excels in social situations. He is direct and confident even when speaking with strangers—asking if they could take a picture of the two of you in front of one of the many rainbow flags hung up. The two of you even got to take pictures with well known drag queens.

“I watch your videos all the time! It’s only fair that I suggest my music for you to listen to, don’t you think?” Jaemin is practically yelling over the loud music, bantering with the drag queen that stands almost a foot taller than him in her platform shoes. Her friend joins you in a chuckle, her multi-colored eyeshadow glinting in the sun.

They were so beautiful.

“I was thinking about trying to do drag, you know?” Jaemin sits with his elbows behind him, leaning down to try and catch the shade that the trees provide. You watch him from above, sitting with your back straight. “I think it would be a good hobby on the side but it’s so much work, (Y/n/n), what do you think?”

You lean down to look at him, taking in his attractiveness, almost forgetting the question.

“Jaem, I’d support you no matter what you did.” Jaemin sits up, bringing his knees to his chest as he brings a hand up to cover his eyes from the sun. He gives you a quick grin before giving your lips a peck. It’s short. You would’ve missed it had you blinked but it still leaves you frozen. Flushed when he goes to stand and dust any grass he picked up on his denim shorts.

“That’s enough of a break, I want to get matching shirts!”

You don’t know how much you ended up spending on rainbow themed accessories—you were too scared to look. Regardless, you loved seeing the look on Jaemin’s face when you handed him the beaded necklaces—or the flower crowns—or even the fake tattoos that you got just by walking past a few stalls that sat on either side of the street. He put everything on, making sure you wore the matching set with him no matter how ridiculous you might’ve looked. Anything was worth it—to see Jaemin enjoying his free time.

“(Y/n)! Couple shirts!” It was the last thing on his list to get—this time he was quicker in getting his card out than you were. Before you know it you’re wearing the I’m his half of the matching set with big bold rainbow letters—while Jaemin struts in the He’s mine half. “You like it, admit it.”

“I like you.”

It’s a throwaway line, meant to be taken lightheartedly even if you did mean it but Jaemin can’t help but blush at the comment. He continues to hold your hand, leading you to places the two of you had forgotten to explore earlier in the day.

“(Y/n). They’re playing our song.” It’s hard to hear with the constant buzzing that comes from people, but you try anyways. “Please record a video of me dancing so I can send it to the group chat, it would be so funny.” You can’t help but soften your face at Jaemin, the way that he stretches out the word please made it hard to say no to him—even if you already had your phone pulled out to the camera setting. You pay more attention to him rather than what you were recording. Laughing as he did a twirl—pretending to hold the ends of an imaginary skirt.

Once you hand the phone to him to review he frowns.

“You didn’t even record right!” When he points the screen towards you, you can see only his legs in the frame. It’s hard—stifling a laugh when you try and take him serious. “(Y/n).”

“What! I was too busy looking at you. You want me to apologize for looking at you?”

“I wish you’d stop saying things like that in public…” There’s a small pout that forms on his lips and you miss the way his eyes dart from your lips to your beaded necklaces. He brings a hand to tug them, pulling your body towards him so you’re falling into him.

The kiss is long—it reminds you of the first time you kissed Jaemin. Fireworks going off in your head when he turns his head to match how you mold your lips to fit his. You can’t see the way he holds out the camera above the two of you—the wide angle shot causing you to smile into the kiss. It’s a perfect picture. The smile—Jaemin tugging on your necklace with his free hand and the height difference—you know it’s going next on his account.

#hi #miss you bae #this gotta be an alternative universe where ppl in sk don’t care about idols dating #more importantly #GAY idols dating #i don’t want to bother with the technicalities so all the way fiction baby #nct #nct dream #nct u #na jaemin #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct u x male reader #jaemin x male reader #<3

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nightfall-kachiniko · 2 years

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“Are you pregnant?!” Mikasa calls, rushing into the doorway. Her words completely catching you off guard. You were comfortably laid out on the bed, watching some YouTube when she came in in a rush. “What?” You respond back.

“Are you pregnant?” She says a bit more sternly. You reply back with a scoff, “do I look pregnant?!”

“I- uh no no that’s I-“ she struggles to get out. “The pregnancy test box-“ she says, “in-in the trash can, was it positive?!” Her rush to answer her question thickens. You can see a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she waits there, impatient for your answer.

“Babe,” you say, laughing at her eager ness. “You think I wouldn’t tell you if it was?”

You swear you could see the light inside of her die, as her eyes turn from being big and beaming to more mellowed out, disappointment. There goes that glimmer of hope. “Aw..” she ticks her tongue, sighing.

“Why are you in a rush?” You giggle, “I know you want kids so bad but still.. be patient.” You get back to watch your video, unpausing it.

Mikasa walks over to you and sits beside you, plopping herself down with a sigh. Her hand holds her cheek as elbow lays on the pillows. She grabs the remote from your side and pauses it. “Hey! I was watching that!” You exclaimed irritable by the distraction.

“When are we gonna have kids?” She asks, a slight smile on her face. You roll your eyes sighing, joking around with her. “Mikasa,” you say, a mischievous smile on your face. “You litteraly have to force me to eat vegetables.”

Your wife nods with a scoff, smiling, “yes I know,”

“And I don’t think there’s ever been a time I’ve token something seriously.” You look at her lips then her eyes.

“I know..” she kisses your forehead. “I can’t even name a pet,” you laugh to yourself. “But a baby? You’d have to be raising us both,” you kiss her cheek, “so, be patient, and when it’s meant to be it’s meant to be!”

You pick up the remote and unpause the video, taking a glimpse back at her for a split second, smiling your little “I love you!!” Fake smile.

She gets up, rolling her eyes, joking with you. “Before we’re 30,” she says, making her way out of the door. “Before we’re 30!” You call back with a smile.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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JJK || Take Care of You

Chapter 3: Bro, why is your housekeeper so hot?

chapter summary: Taehyung opens his big mouth and chats up everybody about Jungkook's hot new housekeeper. It catches the immediate attention of BTS' leader, Kim Namjoon.

wc: 4.1K

tags: fake dating, jungkook comes home a little drunk, namjoon gets kicked in the balls, some talk about previous body dysmorphia (lmk if i missed anything).

previous chapter | series masterlist ♡

That day, Taehyung came into the HYBE building with news to share to all 5 remaining members of BTS: that Jungkook had a pretty housemaid who he definitely wasn't cheating on Seunghee with.

He goes from studio to studio, greeting the members in their small clusters and explaining the news with a saucy look on his face. It's almost smug.

Their reactions are priceless, every time.

Yoongi is the first one he tells. Tae interrupts him in the middle of one of his producing sessions to stand over him and explain his interaction with you earlier today.

To Taehyung's surprise, Yoongi simply shrugs it off and makes a mental note to talk to Jungkook later and verify the information.

Once he's satisfied with Yoongi's reaction, he goes looking for Hoseok, who simply smiles at him and asks if you're really that hot.

"Hotter than my sister?" He pokes fun at Taehyung's crush.

"They're pretty in different ways," Taehyung replies, dodging the question. "But still– don't you find it super suspicious?"

Hoseok puts down his chopsticks next to his mixing board and crosses his arms, crunching down on his last bite of food. "Hmm…hmm hmm hmm…"

"It would all depend if Seunghee knew about it or not, right? If she knew about it and let it happen, it would paint her as a bad girlfriend…but if she does know and is okay with it, that would make her look weak," He contemplates.

"I don't care how it makes her look–" Taehyung shakes his head, smiling. "I want to hear him explain it, to hear the words from his mouth."

"Whatever," he sighs, pulling back into his mixing station. "Thanks," he adds, dismissing Tae.

It just feels like Taehyung is trying to stir the pot, and Hoseok wants absolutely no part in it. He knows that Jin will have a problem with it, though.

Jin is casually leaning over one of the studio sofas, clutching a game controller between his hands as he plays a video game.

Taehyung rushes in through the door, bursting his bubble of concentration and causing him to lose the level.

"Shit! Taehyung– what?!" He yells, putting his controller down.

"I have news," he replies.

Jin leans in, signifying for him to go on.

"Jungkook has a housekeeper now," he says.

That's barely news. Half of the guys have hired personal chefs or workers that come in and fix up their place every once in a while. It's not a big deal.

"...so?"

"...So, she's hot," Taehyung says.

Jin wipes his face. "If you really want, I'll talk to him about it later. You didn't have to interrupt me."

"I'm sorry," he replies.

"That's…okay, Taehyung. Thank you for the news," Jin nods.

Perhaps Taehyung is a little too excited about something that might be easily explained. Perhaps it's one of those situations that can be taken the wrong way upon first glance.

But then, again, Jungkook could simply explain his situation to each of them during group activities if he really wanted to.

No, Jungkook chose to hide this fact from the rest of the group, and that's shady.

Finally, Taehyung finds Namjoon and Jimin in the songwriting nook.

Jimin is vocalizing casually, reading a line he has written down in front of him in different ways, spontaneously and experimentally.

Meanwhile, Namjoon is carefully reading a book called ’How to Make Friends and Influence People.’

You'd think he'd already learned to do that by now, but Taehyung doesn't question it.

"I have news and it's good news so you better listen up," Taehyung says, standing between the both of them.

Jimin's eyes roll towards him, but his body stays in a casual position on a nearby chair.

Namjoon looks over his book, setting it face-up on his chest. His legs dangle off the side of the hammock, incredibly at ease. He's the group's leader, so he appears collected and enlightened. His energy is what grounds BTS.

"What is it, then?" Namjoon prompts, eager to get back to his reading.

"Jungkook has a girl in his house and it's not Seunghee," he announces.

Jimin covers his mouth, as if the information was some sort of hilarious shock.

Namjoon is intrigued. "Is it his mom?" He asks, jokingly.

"No. That's the best part," Taehyung elaborates. "She's this super hot girl who told me she was his housekeeper."

Jimin sits up and holds himself together. "Okay, well that could mean anything. Maybe he didn't have a choice in who he got, he reasons. "Jungkook might be the type to overlook or ignore stuff like age and gender when it comes to this sort of thing."

"No…it means I'm asking her out," Namjoon counters.

Taehyung bites his lip. "Huh? Why would you do that?"

Jimin has already caught on and is currently detaching himself from the conversation before he gets himself involved in something he really doesn't want to be a part of.

"Because…if he really isn't fucking her, then he'd be fine with me taking her out and shit. It'll be obvious from the look on his face when I tell him." He conjures up a plan in his mind to reveal Jungkook's true intentions about you. It's kind of genius.

If Jungkook shows any other emotion but slight confusion at the announcement, then it would be clear that he had some ulterior motive for hiring you or at least not firing you immediately because he has a girlfriend.

"It's foolproof," he adds.

"I wouldn't go that far…I just thought it was funny. Like, funny weird," Taehyung shrugs.

"I guess." Namjoon snaps out of his daydream. "Thanks, Taehyung."

"...Yeah."

Back home, you're pinching a piece of fried chicken between two chopsticks while halfway through your third episode of the historical drama. Tears are running down your face.

"No! It should have been her!" You yell at the television in frustration. "You don't belong with Yeri, you belong with Sooyoung!"

You never knew Korean dramas could have such a hold on you. American dramas never grab you by the gut like this.

You stuff another piece of honey hot fried chicken and carefully put everything away so you can have it for dinner. The portion sizes here are unsurprisingly smaller, and you could finish the whole thing, but you should really get ready to take the dogs out again.

Carefully placing your food on the top shelf of the fridge along with your extra sauces, you look around for all three dogs, scattered around the living room.

As soon as you unhook each leash and harness from their respective holders, they come running with smiling faces.

"So cute," you coo.

You let them run around in the front yard garden, playing fetch with them and putting them when they bring back their toys for you to throw again.

The garden is made up of mostly native species of plants, with a few fruit trees dangling their fruits above your head. Some of them are in season, but you're not sure which ones so you don't touch any just yet.

The grass is long and thick, speckles of lavender flowers and scattered lilac trees juxtapose the architecturally brutalist structure of the house.

You admire the time and effort put into growing each species of plant, counting how many different kinds of flowers you see.

It relaxes and refreshes you.

Some long branches of the trees extend beyond the walls of the home, and some reach down below as if they're to sit on.

Carved stone fountains of water create a rushing sound that soothes your mind. Everything is calm and happy.

"This is the way things should be," you think, humming and scratching Paengi affectionately.

It looks like your pals need some water.

You walk backwards into the home, beckoning the dogs back inside while holding a bag of treats as bait. You shuffle your feet backwards deeper into the house until you hit something– warm.

Namjoon falls to the ground, grabbing his crotch and wincing in pain. "Shhhh….fuck!"

"Oh! Oh no–" you exclaim, taken completely aback. You don't even register it's him at first. "Are your nuts okay? I mean–"

"What?!" He groans in agony, making a sour face.

Your mouth stumbles open but each time you try to form a coherent sentence, words fail you. "Uh--uhm. Uhm,"

You look around and spot a plastic baggie on the countertop. You have a shitty idea as to how to handle the situation.

Without hesitation, you scoop a bunch of ice cubes into the baggie and grab a presumably clean hand-towel to wrap it in.

Rushing to Namjoon's aid, you place the make-shift ice pack on his abdomen. He takes it and applies it to himself, feeling a surge of relief.

"Do you want some ibuprofen? I mean I don't know where the medicine cabinet is, but I can definitely look. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you there, I promise it's just I didn't see you and now this is a whole mess and…" you ramble.

"Wait, why are you here anyways?" You squint, suspicious of his interests.

Moments later, he's sitting on the couch with his ice pack waiting for you to get back with his pills.

Once he's downed both of them with a long, refreshing glass of water, he opens up.

"Okay. I was planning on not telling you initially but I'm not a bad person so I'm going to tell you the plan straight up," he starts.

You nod.

"Jungkook probably likes you,"

Pause.

"But Jungkook isn't the type to fall fast," you remark.

"Oh, no, go ahead, sorry," Namjoon mocks, "you definitely know more about the guy I've lived with for ten years than I do."

Namjoon stuffs a handful of cashews in his mouth and crunches them loudly.

You give him a doubtful look.

"Anyways," he continues, "this is only a theory. A theory that is absolutely provable. This is where you and I come in." Namjoon checks if you're following along, studying your expression carefully. "You and I need to pretend to date–"

"No."

Namjoon crosses his arms. "Okay, I take that personally. What the fuck."

"Don't get the wrong idea! It's not you. It's just that I know dating an idol is a lot of pressure and it'd be weird because we literally just met and…"

"And? We're not going to be an actual…couple thing, okay? We're gonna just make it seem as if we are to Jungkook, mainly. Not to the public, not to the other members, just Jungkook," he reasons, stuffing another handful of cashew nuts in his mouth.

"...damn, these are good," he checks the label of the nut packaging.

"Just Jungkook. No other random…dates, public things…interviews…nothing?" You ask.

"Nothing," he confirms. "I want to test his loyalty and this is the safest way to do so."

"And if the media gets the wrong idea and I get death threats from people I don't even know?" You laugh.

"You won't."

Namjoon stares. "You won't."

So, you shake his hand and agree to his scheme for the sake of his peace of mind. Plus, you still feel kind of bad for kicking his nutsack.

He leaves soon after, with his hands in his pocket and a shallow smile. Namjoon is now your canonical boyfriend who will engage in all sorts of lovey-dovey gestures whenever Jungkook is around.

He told you he'd tell him tomorrow night that the two of you hit it off and one thing led to another. The only thing you're worried about is whether or not Jungkook would be upset at you for it.

There's scarcely a reason to. I mean, people fall in love and there's no helping that. He, of all people, should understand.

You can't help but have this aching knot in your stomach as you prepare dinner, though.

Jungkook has been your bias for a long time. Your heart has always belonged to him.

When he mentioned his girlfriend, his face dropped as if he knew it would disappoint you, to the point where it looked like he was disappointed as well.

Did that mean he regretted his decision to date?

You curse your thoughts. They only cause you to overthink and worry about things that you have no control over.

Then again, they may reveal important truths about Jungkook's feelings towards having you in the house.

Today, Jungkook has a dinner, presumably with Namjoon and the other members. He didn't mention when he'd be back, but you'll prepare the home for when he returns early, nonetheless.

You carefully remove the microwavable container with leftover chicken and pour in a box of precooked vegetable rice. Then, you grab a cup from the cupboard and pour yourself a drink of water before sitting down at the counter and casually turning on the television.

You flip through the channel guide, but there seems to be nothing too good on, so you turn it off and eat in silence.

Your heart pounds. Namjoon might be telling Jungkook right this moment that you're dating. You spend a significant amount of time trying to estimate his reaction, recreating the faces as you consider them.

You need to trust Namjoon. If there's a chance Jungkook will kick you out for dating his coworker, you hope that he will take you in and get you back on your feet.

Besides, tomorrow is your day off. You technically have no duties as of midnight.

Still, anxious thoughts linger as you finish your last bite of your food.

Cleaning up around the house afterwards was easy. Of course, you still had to take the dogs out again, but it was already dark. You took them out to the garden instead, which was now illuminated by evening outdoor lighting.

But, once you fed them and put them to bed, you had time to put the final touches on the home.

How could you possibly make this space something Jungkook would want to come home to?

You turn off the television and locate the control panel for the moonlighting. You set it to a calming purple. It's his most recent favorite color.

It is a bit arid in the house, so you turn on two of his diffusers: the one nearest to the door, and the one next to the couch, adding ten drops of oil to each one.

You pick up each throw pillow and fluff them while humming.

You should turn on some music!

Fetching your phone from your bag on the countertop, you connect it to the Bluetooth device under the television and put on some Coldplay. It's a safe bet, given what Jungkook has shared about his music taste.

Oh!

You remember something. Jungkook has a lightshow projector upstairs. That would be a nice touch, you think.

With light feet, you climb up the stairs to Jungkook's room and turn on his projector so that the walls flash with mesmerizing colors and shapes.

Taking one last look around, you decide that it is up to your standard of comfort.

You climb back down and hit the wooden floor with a thud, looking around.

"Beautiful!" you smile brightly.

Just then, Jungkook comes through the door and hangs his scarf up on the coathanger. "What is, you?" He laughs. "I'm just messing with you…"

You compulsively laugh at your boss' joke, although it wasn't exactly in good taste. "Uhm, yeah…"

"Wow," Jungkook gasps, looking around. "The house looks great…" he scans his surroundings.

The strong scent of alcohol hits your nose, causing your face to sour. Oh, he's drunk.

"How long did it take you to, uh," he approaches you, "do all this, huh?"

Keep it cool. Keep it calm. Keep it together.

"Not too long. I did some more heavy-duty cleaning this morning and then I put the finishing touches on it just a few minutes ago," you reply, your eyes dropping to his chest.

"All day, you were inside. You're not messing around with Namjoon around here while I'm away, are you?" Jungkook asks in a joking tone, an underlying severity in his joke. It's almost threatening.

That sets you off.

"No. He and I are just talking," you blow it off, hoping he'll just move on to another subject.

"Yeah, well that's not what he told me," he raises his voice. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You won't.

"Do you think just because I hired you, you're now allowed to date my friends blatantly? You're inserting yourself into things you know nothing about, Y/N. Namjoon doesn't date girls like that," he rants.

"Why not?" You ask, sheepishly.

"Because– Because," he laughs, tauntingly as his tired mind tries to come up with a lame excuse. "I don't have time for this. I'm going to bed."

Jungkook pushes past you and stumbles up the stairs.

You're left frustrated.

You took care of the place and his dogs for the whole day just to be disrespected by him. What kind of person wanders home, drunk out of their ass, tells their housekeeper who they can and can't date and then takes it back and scrambles up the stairs like that?

A jealous one.

That's what you fall asleep thinking, anyways. Jungkook is upset because you're dating his coworker instead of him. That's the only explanation.

So, you brush it off, having your suspicions nearly confirmed as you prepare for bed in your own room, only a little distraught by Jungkook's harsh confrontation.

He did react rather interestingly, though, and that's what you've got to report back to Namjoon.

You cannot wait to tell him the news tomorrow afternoon.

Quite frankly, you feel validated. You are almost certain that your bias has a crush on you and can't come to terms with it.

You don't even care about the implications of that. It only inspires you to arrange more displays of affection with Namjoon in order to piss him off a little more.

At this point, you are confident that you'll be able to make him admit what he's so evidently running from: the fact that he has lost feelings for his girlfriend and taken a liking to you.

Convinced of the fact, you draw a bath to relax. Tomorrow will be your first day off and you plan on spending it spinning a web of intricate illusions to further prove your theory.

Two hot men are playing the game of love with you. It's all in your grip. All you have to do is secure it.

You sink into the water with a relaxed sigh, smiling from ear to ear.

There's nothing better than the feeling of being in control. It excites you.

Tomorrow, you're going to be free on the streets of Gangnam. There's nothing stopping you from having the time of your life.

Except you, of course.

You wake up alarmingly late.

Jungkook is gone, the dogs are gone, and the house is quiet.

You rub your face in frustration and turn on your phone for the time. It's almost 12 in the afternoon and you have yet to make any plans.

You blame it on the jet lag, but you know it's because of how exhausted you felt after Jungkook's little outburst. You spent too much time thinking about it, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if conspiring with Namjoon was the right decision.

By the time you felt sleepy, you hadn't made up your mind. It didn't matter. The consequences of your actions will come to you no matter the cost.

It's karma or whatever.

Below the time are two texts from the same unlisted number: "Hey it's Joon," and "Meet me for lunch here?"

Attached to the second message is a screenshot of a Naver search. He could have just made your life easier and sent you the address like a normal human being but that's Namjoon for you.

With barely-open eyes, you type in the name of the restaurant into Google maps and find the place. It looks walkable. It also looks kind of fancy. You wouldn't know what to wear to that.

Namjoon shoots you another message, prompting you to make a decision: "???"

You can figure something out. You always do.

"Yeah, what time?" You reply.

"An hour and a half. I have reservations. Bring an ID." He sends three consecutive texts. Who does that?

"Ok."

You rise from your bed, stretching out and taking a good look around. Time to get moving.

The first thing you do is open up the windows to let the light and the new air in. It's nearing springtime in Korea, so it's getting warmer by the day.

Your clothes are neatly stored within your drawers and only a few dresses hang in your closet with your shoes. There are flats, heels, and basic sneakers but no sandals or flip-flops yet. You can always buy more of those.

You open your nightstand drawer to access the money Jungkook has gifted you upon arrival, and arrange it inside your wallet, and then place your wallet within your bag.

It's a Louis Vuitton bag, and it was your first, gifted to you by your mother on your twentieth birthday. It's one of your prized possessions, so you've made sure to take proper care of it and use it to its full extent.

You decide on a long-sleeved blue dress that cinches at the waist and brings attention to your shoulders.

You wear a simple makeup look, selecting a neutral lip gloss and eyeshadow to match. The rest is just fine.

For jewelry, you choose a small crystal necklace with matching earrings to draw attention to your face.

Beautiful.

You've grown into such a beautiful young woman. It's something you're grateful for, everyday.

There have been times during which you felt you were not beautiful enough. You felt as if you were too fat, and sometimes too skinny. You've distorted parts of yourself that were natural in order to fit into a standard that didn't reflect the reality that you are fine the way you are.

Today, you look upon yourself and see the care you've put into making sure you're not only happy with the way you look, but also healthy.

You carry this uplifting energy with you wherever you go. It is beauty.

You slip on a pair of baby blue flats and pick up your sunglasses. It's time to go.

The walk is pleasant. The streets are very pedestrian-friendly because of the avid nightlife that corrupts the streets after sundown. There is plenty of space for you to walk and enjoy the city.

There are people jogging, walking their dogs, or simply walking together towards the downtown area to check out the happenings.

It seems as if the city of Seoul is alive and well, with many exciting developments happening all around you.

There are many cafés open, their music teasing your ear as you walk by. It is a bit early for lunch, so some places are still serving breakfast.

Mannequins display the latest styles in front of clothing stores. Spring pastels are in, and the refreshing, bright looks are almost always having some sort of special.

The sizes are confusing so far, so you refrain from entering any of them. You're sure that you'll get around to clothes shopping eventually.

Your phone buzzes, indicating that you've arrived at your destination.

The storefront has an open concept, natural lighting and crowds of tables filled with people enthusiastically conversing about just about anything. You walk inside to find a buffet front and center, with just about any food you can imagine.

It is a self-seating restaurant. How are you supposed to find Namjoon in the midst of all these people? It's better to call him, you think.

Just then, a woman appears in front of you wearing a uniform and a small name tag. "Are you Y/N? We have a reservation in the name of a special guest for you."

"...Yes, that's me. Can you show me to him?" You ask, kindly. That's convenient.

You follow her through the maze of tables, thinking that Namjoon would be among them, but she ends up taking you deeper into the restaurant to a special guest area that's closed off to the everyday visitors.

There are whole rooms dedicated to tables, reserved for those willing to pay for a more private space.

She guides you into one of these rooms, where Namjoon is seated patiently, across from Jungkook and a girl who you assume can only be Seunghee.

You've been tricked into a double date.

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a/n: going on hiatus for a bit. personal.

#jungkook series #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader angst #jungkook x reader fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook au #bts idol au #bts x reader #bts series #bts imagines #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n

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555sage · 2 years

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SUMMARY — it’s 2am and destinee sends a text for some company.

INCLUDES — fluff, language, and established friendship.

to jay 🪬

hey, you up?

sent 1:21 am

from jay 🪬

at the stu

you good?

sent 1:23 am

to jay 🪬

no, i’m missing your company :(

sent 1:27 am

Even though she was with Jay all day yesterday, she was missing his company. Destinee wasn’t expecting him to be at her beck and call every time, of course since they were only just friends, but also because she respects his boundaries. So, when he replied back to her saying he would be on his way to her, she couldn’t help but to be excited.

from jay 🪬

outside.

sent 2:15 am

Destinee opens the door and the potent smell of weed instantly hits her. Jay stood there holding up a black plastic bag, with a chessy grin on his face. A smile creeps up on her face as she was pulled into a hug. She breathed in his scent, which was a mix of weed and cologne. For whatever reason, the combo made him smell extra good. “Mhm, you smell good.”

“Oh you know, just some Gabbana.” He smirked setting the black plastic bag down on the kitchen counter.

Destinee followed him into the kitchen, “Just some Gabbana?”

He chuckled at the expression on her face, pulling the bag towards him, he reaches into it and pulls out snacks. “Special edition Gabbana.” He remarked.

“Yeah whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “I hope you remembered my snacks too.” Destinee watched as he takes out a variety of snacks from the plastic bag, he holds up the ranch sunflower seeds and pack of hi-chew she likes.

“You know I got you, stop tripping.” He smacked his lips.

Destinee grabbed the hi-chew bag and took one out, popping it in her mouth. “So what'd you do today?”

“Not much really, just on some chill shit the whole day. We tried to shoot a video today, but mans canceled so we hit the stu’ instead.” He plopped down on the couch as he went on about his day. Destinee watched as he slipped his g-fazos off and set them aside.

“Sorry for taking you from the studio.” She apologized taking a seat on the couch as well.

He kissed his teeth, “No need to apologize shawty, you know if you call me I’m coming.”

Destinee hid her smile behind her hand, She couldn't help with swelling feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach. She shakes the feeling off and reaches for the remote.

“You not gone have me watching that unserious ass show are you?’ He asked, referring to A Series of Unfortunate Events.

“You swear you don't like it, but I know you do.” Pressing play a new episode begins which makes Jay suck his teeth. She knows he secretly likes the show too, but he just wants to play hardbody and be fake about it. Destinee grabs the blanket she put out to cover with and throws it over her and Jay. The blanket was big enough so she gave herself some distance from him. She got herself into a comfortable position and turned her attention to the show.

Destinee takes a peek at him from the corner of her eye, and sure enough his eyes were glued to the screen. She grabs her phone next to her in an attempt to sneak a picture of him. Destinee smiles as she zooms in and snaps a picture of him. “Thought you said it was lame?” She laughed.

His eyes darts over to her, his head falls back onto the couch, and he lets out a laugh. “I’m only watching this for you.”

“Lie again.” Destinee rolls her eyes.

He stayed silent as he watched the ending credits, the option to play the next popped up, Destinee looked over at him. “One more episode?”

“Go ahead and play your lil’ show shawty.” He grinned.

“This gone be your last time coming over.” Destinee jokes.

Jay tilts his head at her, “Lie again Des.” He mocks her from earlier.

“Admit you like my lame ass show then.”

He chuckles and licks his lips, “If it's gonna make you happy, I’ll yell it out for you.”

There goes that feeling in her stomach again. “You better hush, it's too late for all that.” She laughs.

He laughs along with her before mumbling out what she wants to hear, “Aight, I like your lame ass show.”

“Huh?” She puts her hand up to her ear, “I don't think I heard you.”

He leans into her which makes her nervous, she felt his breath hit her ear, “I like your lil’ show.”

“We good now?”

The smug grin on his face made her roll her eyes, so cocky, she thought. She simply nodded her head at him. His arm rested on top of the couch behind Destinee, she felt his hand on her shoulder, Destinee leans into him slightly.

As the show progresses, Destinee and Jay found themselves in a comfortable position, her head rested on Jay’s chest, with his left arm wrapped around her. Destinee couldn't help but to feel safe in his arm, it was so comforting.

#x black reader #x black reader fluff #jay critch

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sweetestlittledarling · 2 months

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So been having thoughts about an Arcana-Leverage crossover (another thing to list under things to write but never do) here are some of my ideas on the subject:

Asra: Probably a Thief or Grifter, swift with a smile and a quick witty word to disarm, not allowing anyone to be the wiser. Probably helps that his back ground on the streets gives him the ability to read people

Julian: Grifter for sure, a lot like Sophie from the Leverage side, terrible actor on stage but great at being whoever he needs to be for the bit. He enjoys the high stakes and even uses his doctor skills to get away with things (probably left his work as a doctor after something happened).

Portia: Thief and loving it! She has the fastest hands and is always willing to do the dangerous stunts. She would totally jump off that building…with the proper rigging of course!

Muriel: You would think big muscles must be the Hitter but I put him more as a Hacker. He likes to be secluded and I could imagine him holding up somewhere away from people fighting the powers that be with a click of a mouse.

Nadia: Grifter with a bit of Mastermind, though I have a hard time believing she would give up her sense of the law to be apart of the usual team. I imagine she probably would be a person to assist like someone who uses their connections to help the team in a pinch if she thinks they can.

Lucio: Probably would want you to be Hitter and would probably not be too bad at it. I think he would be like Harry Wilson in Leverage: Redemption, guy who is at the top of the ‘bad guys’ till he sees the errors of his ways and tries to better himself. Would think he might try to be a Mastermind but would probably get frustrated.

And now for some self indulgence, my MC’s the Songbirds:

Robin: Mastermind, which feels a little like I’m sticking him there to be in charge but Robin has got big dad energy. He knows his team and how they work, reading everything and everyone to keep them safe. He goes through all scenarios so that he can figure out the best course of action.

Sparrow: Grifter but also Hitter. She can smooth talk you but she can also drop you with a punch to the face. She’s mastered how to disarm as well as incapacitate people, plus she has her trusty taser if things go south.

Lark: Speedy Thief and Hacker, always up for anything and an assistant who will work in the field for Muriel. He loves making up the fun stuff like fake viruses or illusionary videos that hide the truth.

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #julian devorak #muriel arcana #lucio the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia devorak #the songbirds #leverage #just something that has been bouncing around in my head #things I should write

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soggykookiesandcream · 10 months

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝐼𝐼𝐼

Taehyung's POV

I was woken up by a phone call from my secretary.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Sir!" My secretary screams through the phone, "Mess! Big mess again!"

"What now?" I ask in irritation.

"Sir, you have to come to the office," he pleads.

"I'll drop Yuna at work and come," I get up from my bed.

"No, no. Sir, don't let her go. Bring her along with you," he says.

"Why would I do that?" I ask.

"It's not safe for her," he says.

"Oh," I sigh, "What's wrong?"

"Another video has been leaked," he says and I roll my eyes. Humans really are jobless. Aren't they?

"I'm coming," I groan.

I take a shower and get ready. I look inside my dear's room to see her fast asleep. I smile and walk towards her. She must be tired. I run my knuckle over her cheek lightly.

"Dear?" I call.

"Hmm?" She turns her body to the other side.

I chuckle, "Get up, dear."

"Why?" She opens one eye and checks the time, "It's not time for my work yet."

"You're not going to work today," I inform her.

"What? Why?" She jolts up from her bed still with sleepy eyes.

"It's complicated," I answer.

"What?" She asks trying to comb her hair down with her fingers, "Tell me."

"It's not safe," I say.

"What do you mean?" She asks, plopping back onto the bed.

"There are some threats and issues," I say.

"Oh," she replies, "What should I do?"

"Just come with me to my office," I reply, "So that I can keep you safe."

"Sure," she smiles.

"Get ready," I say.

"I'm still sleepy," she states.

"You can sleep on the way and in the office too," I inform her.

"Okay then," she climbs out of the bed and makes her way into the bathroom.

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She was asleep the entire ride to my office.

"Dear?" I call her softly.

"Go away," she pushes my hand away.

"We've reached," I say smiling.

"So?" She says half-asleep.

"You have to come inside," I say.

"I want to sleep," she says.

"Don't be stubborn, dear. Or I'll throw you over my shoulder and take you inside," I jokingly threaten her.

"That sounds hot. Do it," she replies.

"Alright," I grin.

I get out of the car and open her door. I remove my coat and put it on her open door. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder gently. I take the coat and cover her butt.

"Ah!" She squeals, "Oh my God, let me down!"

"No," I say and start walking into the office. She starts struggling.

"Stop resisting," I spank her.

She stops resisting and goes limb. I chuckle and walk inside. Everyone looks at us with wide eyes and Yuna covers her face.

"This is so embarrassing," she whispers.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear. You're mine and now they know," I grin.

I see Jean from the corner of my eyes fuming in anger. She drops her file and stomps away. I stop and let my dear down.

"Ms Jean," I call out.

She turns around to look at me, "What?"

I walk closer to her, "You better pick those files up and drop that attitude if you want your job."

She huffs and picks up the files.

"Let's go, dear," I smirk taking my dear's hand and walk into the elevator.

"What was that?" She says looking at Jean's glare.

"She keeps trying to hit on me," I complain.

"Is that so?" Yuna pulls me by my collar, "Could've told me earlier," she crashes her lips onto mine before the elevator closes. She nips on my lips before pulling away.

"What was that, now?" I ask smiling.

She shrugs, "Just wanted her to know that you're mine."

I chuckle, "Good job."

I lead her into my office and she sits down on one of the couches.

"Come here," I extend my hand to her.

"What?" She takes my hand.

"You're place is here," I smile and pull her to my office chair.

She fake gasps, "The CEO's throne!"

I chuckle, "It's yours."

"It's just a chair," she shakes her head.

"No one other than me has ever sat on this chair," I state, "You are the only person to sit on it besides me."

"I'm so lucky," she giggles and stands up.

"No," I stop her, "Sit there."

"Okay," she doesn't argue.

"I have to go check something out," I trace her lips with my finger, "Stay here. You can do something on the PC if you're bored. Or sleep."

"Okay," she takes my finger into her mouth grinning.

"Naughty," I comment before leaving.

"Mr secretary?" I call him.

"Sir, look at this the news," he hands his phone to me.

Mr Kim Taehyung has a girlfriend? Rents out an entire restaurant for a date.

Hot car makeout video🥵🥵 - Mr Kim Taehyung. Watch here.

After the black magic accusation, dating rumours take root. Take a look at all of cold CEO Mr Kim Taehyung's dating rumours.

Who's the lucky girl? Girlfriend or just a one night stand?

I clench my jaws in anger.

Mr Kim making out with a girl in a car🥵🥵🥵🥵

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That's so hot. She's lucky.

Comments (106)

IdekWhatToNameMyself: Get me a man that'll rent an entire place out for a date.

Replying to IdekWhatToNameMyself > ScamTheScammys: Ikrrr! So hot

Replying to IdekWhatToNameMyself > PlsWhatGoesOn: I'm gonna go find a rich man, bye.

Replying to PlsWhatGoesOn > IdekWhatToNameMyself: Lmao like you're going to get one.

JeanDoOrDie: Haha it's that slut. Min Yuna. I told you guys she was a slut.

Replying to JeanDoOrDie > YoYoImMad: Yeah you were right.

Replying to JeanDoOrDie > ImThirsty: Bro she's so lucky. I want someone hot like that

Replying to ImThirsty > Fboi1234: Forget the guy. That girl is hot. I would kill to have her hump me like that.

That was my limit. I hand his phone back to him quickly.

"Who leaked this video?" I ask.

"We weren't able to trace that, sir," he replies.

"Why are they so concerned about me?" I grunt and walk into my office. I need my dear to calm down.

I push inside startling Yuna.

"Woah!" She says, "You scared me."

I walk towards her and see her playing a game on my PC.

"You like playing games?" I lean onto my desk.

"Sometimes when I'm bored," she says saving and closing the game.

I walk to the couch and sit down, "Come here, dear," I pat my thigh. She slowly stands up and walks towards me lowering onto my thigh. I wrap my arms around her and press her back onto my chest. I bury my nose in her hair.

"You smell amazing," I compliment.

She giggles, "I used peach shampoo."

It's not your shampoo dear... It's you and your scent.

I smile into her hair, "I like it."

She turns around to straddle me. I hold onto her hips. She hugs me tightly, "Taehyung," she says.

"Yes, my dear?" I chuckle pulling her back and tucking her hair behind.

"I am on cloud nine now," she nuzzles her nose into my neck.

"Hmm?" I stroke her hair.

"Yes. I feel so good," she replies.

Maybe I should just wipe out everyone on Earth and live with my dear in peace.

"Why are you so amazing?" She asks drawing circles on my chest.

"It's because of you," I reply smiling.

"Can't take credit, huh?" She pushes me slightly.

"You want me to?" I ask.

"Yes," she shifts on my lap.

"Ugh," I groan, "Don't do that, dear."

"Oops," she giggles, "Did I wake someone up?"

"You might," I reply.

"I'm going to do that then," she grins.

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A/N- Forgive me for that GIF. What do you want Taehyung to do about the situation? 👀

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lgbtqforeverything · 1 year

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bionic action hero moments that i just really like

chase’s whole expression and demeanor when douglas talks about giselle dumping him

adam bree and chase leaning on the pillars and talking when douglas runs in. i don’t know why i like this but it makes me smile

i want to see douglas in a mullet so bad now

the abcs’ asses in their mentor suits. this isn’t specific to this episode but i just appreciate it

chase being able to get out of his mentor clothes and instantly getting into a flannel. sir you are gay

all the bits about the training room set looking fake when we all know that’s just the actual set that they use. that’s shits hilarious to me

chase and adam looking so happy/excited in this screenshot

the ‘what time will this be on tonight’ joke adam makes

the fact that it looks like spencer boldman shaved for the tank top

all the acting warm ups the boys do but specially adam running around like he’s on a toy horse again

the abcs’ bad guy outfits

chase’s line about bree knowing how to pick boys. like sir-

the way the instant troy pushes bree down adam is slightly holding chase back but chase breaks free and was about to euch troy is not for the huge gun. they be siblings your honor

chase telling everyone his plan like giselle couldn’t just run off while everyone was fighting to code a firewall

the bad edit where bree somehow loses her jacket before the fight but we never see it

bree going from a ‘sorry!’ to rage yelling

adam and leo being able to communicate through one word

chase smashing the laptop

adam’s face after giselle says she’ll rip out chase’s chip

chase’s little sarcastic smile

the panic in chase’s voice when giselle tells him that his family is going to die

chase’s scream when he sees the explosion

the elation in chase’s voice when he sees that they’re alive

leo being the one to save them <3

chase’s stupid face when he uses his molecular kinesis is to escape

chase’s stupid spider-man jump when he escapes

‘hold my hair net.’

the thing where chase pushes down the kicks troy aims at him

‘abs of stell brah’

chase’s arms/torso in his villain outfit

adam bree and leo’s expressions when they first see chase over the video call

bree’s villain tank top. big fan of this

LEO MAKING A GOOD PLAN AND EXECUTING IT. I LOVE HIM HE HAS GROWN SO MUCH AND IS SO GOOD AT THIS HERO THING NOW

the leo douglas dynamic in this episodes. i’m obsessed

chase being face up in the table even tho his chip is in the back of his neck and he should be face down. it keeps annoying me

none of the students doing jackshit even tho this is what they’ve been training for for MONTHS

leo being the one to think of how to take the android down. he was the true mvp of this episode and i love that for him

similarly: the abcs’ asses in their mission suits

giselle being a #girlboss

the android clearly not putting any of his weight on douglas

adam trying to bring chase back because he never gives up and bree being the first to say he’s gone because guilt she knows the consequences much more explicitly than he does. this scene can actually give you a really good look at their characters-more than just what disney even thinks they’re giving you.

the tears in adam and bree’s eyes

the way adam goes instantly to rage while bree goes to grief

the way adam clearly aborts a hug because all his barriers come back down when chase shows back up alive

douglas’ indignant ‘hey!’ when troy steals his gun

the way bree’s first thought when grabbed by troy is to have adam take out both of them because of the guilt she feels of getting everyone into this scenario and how she feels sacrificing herself is the only way to make up for it

adam’s ‘i can’t’

the way leo is the first to agree with her. he knows the realities and consequences. he has lost an arm and a leg. he has longs since suspected he might lose something more.

the line of agreeing with her going leo-chase-adam and how it takes adam longer to agree than the other two

the fuckin paper towel roll above the sink. it makes sense because sink but looks so out of place and something about it is hilarious to me

adam’s barriers being back up and deflecting when chase tells him he loves him and then punching chase, putting them back into their emotionally constipated normal

cause fucking manspreading over two chairs and a table. sir.

the fucking marcus hand. seeing that scene makes me so excited

#oops this accidentally turned into me just live blogging #a. j. liveblogs #lab rats #tune in next time for the essay i want to write about sibling dynamics in this show! (can not tell you when next time will be)

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buckleyx · 2 years

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PERFECT E.B

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: I NEED MORE 126 FICS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH especially with the silly little crossovers between the reader and buck

Summary: You're a firefighter in the 126 and Buck broke up with you in the most hurtful way. But what happens when your life is in danger?

Evan buckley x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood loss, reader gets hurt, shitty parents

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"Goodmorning!" Tk smiled brightly at his team. The tiredness was heavy in the room, but the cups of coffee glued to their hands seemed to make it all worth it.

"Goodmorning." You replied, waiting for you coffee to brew. "what's got you all excited?"

"I have planned the perfect date night for me and Carlos tonight." His face lit up as his excitement grew. You carefully sipped your hot coffee as he told you all about his plans for that night. Marjan and Nancy had giving up their places at the table to join you and Tk in the kitchen. All while Mateo, Paul and Judd were babbling away about a new video game they recently started playing.

"That's so cute." Nancy remarked after Tk finished his plan. "I've heard they have amazing pasta." She added, referring to the place Tk mentioned he was taking Carlos to. "Haven't you been there with Buck, Y/n?"

The mention of Buck's name took you off guard. Marjan and Tk were aware about the ending of your love life with the firefighter. But you forgot that Nancy and some others, hadn't been informed yet.

You met Buck durning the wildfire that took over Texas. Various teams were send out to help the Texas units but the 118 stuck out to you, or should you say, a certian firefighter stuck out.

Evan Buckley.

From the first moment you saw him you knew you wouldn't hear the end of him very soon. When he left back for LA, your nights were pretty much filled with texts and endless facetime calls. At first you doubted the whole long distance idea but with regular visits and long car rides, your relationship grew in the best way possible. Even hitting the 5 month mark.

You never knew buck's parents and he didn't tell you much about them but you noticed his behaviour getting more distant when he announced the sudden visit they were paying. In your last texts as a couple he told you he was having dinner with them and that same evening, late at night, he rang to say it was over.

"Hey look, I'm sorry for bringing Buck up earlier." Nancy admitted. "I should have know."

"Yeah." You faked a smile. "A few weeks ago, I think." You didn't want to make a big deal out of it, not wanting to take Tk's moment and make it about you, but the memory of your ex boyfriend was still something you found rather difficult to talk about. "We broke up." You announced, thinking to better get it over with then to hide the truth. "Two weeks ago."

"No it's fine, you didn't know Nanc." You gave her a reassuring smile before putting on your gear.

"I'm here if you need to talk or vent okay."

The building before you was bursting into flames as you ran over to your captain to receive your commands. "Judd, Marjan, Y/n. You're on the second floor, there people still in there. Get as many out off there. The building is stable, but for a limited time. Mateo and I have you covered on the ground."

Once you entered the building your only thought were the people upstairs, you carefully followed Marjan and Judd as you shined your light to bright up the room. "I see them!" Judd screamed. The next step went fast as he grabbed the man and woman out of the room, he commanded Marjan to take them outside, which she did without a doubt. "There still 3 people here." Judd yelled. "I'll take the lady and the kid. Y/n, you take the baby."

You gazed over to the grib, checking the ground to make sure it was stable. Judd held the toddler in his arms as the lady clenched on to him for dear life, yelling for her baby before Judd got them out too.

You could feel the air beginning to limit, knowing time was now literally running out. You made your way over to the grib, grabbing the baby and sacrificing your own oxygen mask for his safety. You tried your best to put it on his tiny head without crushing him completely. When the helmet was as good as on, you made your way down the stairs.

Marjan met you half way the stairs, taking over the baby from your arms so she could run outside quicker. The air was limted, smoke clouded your lungs as loud coughs escaped past your lips. Marjan eyes shot up noticing the shock your body was about to go through thanks to the lack of oxygen. You felt the unstable stairs shift under your body. "Go!" You yelled. Marjan was hesitated but the loud cries of the baby signaled it's immediate need of medical care.

"I'll come back for you!" She yelled, sprinting outside. Running after her became impossible with the fire now taking over the stairs. You leaned sideways over the banister. The effect of the heavy smoke and now broken lungs made the thought of jumping over less doubtful. You jumped, crashing into the ground. A heavy pain took over your body as warm red liqued escaped into the ground. You weren't sure where it came from but since your body was already in so much pain, you knew the blood could come from anywhere.

You regretted to fall now knowing the consequences but you knew it was your only way of making it out alive. Judd and Owen came running over to you, praising you on your smart thinking so they wouldn't have to lose more time putting out the stair fire first.

You tried staying calm as they grabbed your body, but the blood loss and the amount of smoke you inhaled was starting to become fatal. Your eyes started to feel more heavy as dizziness clouded your head. "Don't close your eyes Y/n." Owen commanded. "We need you here." The day light hit your face, as you fell new oxygen enter your body.

"Stay awake Y/n. We got you now." Captain Vega assured.

"I can't." You cried out. You were tired and all you needed to do was just close your eyes for a second. "I can't." You repeated but this time more weak. Tk gave your hand a light squeeze as he placed the heartbeat device on your finger. A loud ringing took over in your head, blocking out the panicked discussions of your friends and paramedics.

You carefully opened your eyes, trying to take in your surroundings as a heavy shock of pain chrashed through your body. Your head was pounding and all you could hear were devices beeping and the muffled conversation outside. You recognised your friends their voices and the thought of them being here for you made you smile.

"We're losing here."

"Y/n?" A familiar voice asked. His voice was deep and sleepy. It felt like a dream hearing him here. Your vision was still blurry but you managed to control it after a few rapid blinks. "I'll get someone." His voice came from far. Because of the way the bed was positioned you couldn't see deep into the room except for the sealing and the close bedside chairs.

"It's fine."

You whined at the pain as you struggled to sit up. The voice came running over to you as he helped you sit more comfortable.

It was him.

"Buck?"

"Y/n." His eyes were red as tears fell down his cheeks. Looking at the state of him you could tell he has been here a while. "I thought I lost you."

Your mind may not have been clear or working properly thanks to the painkillers they gave you but you still remembered the painful heartbreak he caused you.

"I have heard nothing from you for two weeks, Buck."

"I know." His voice broke, barely leaving his lips with a defeated whisper. "And I am so sorry. What I did wasn't okay. I know that." He paused, trying to calm his breathing. You had to admit that the sight of him truly broke your heart. "I am a shitty person Y/n. You don't deserve me. I got scared. My p-parents they aren't good people and they-."

"Just maybe an explanation could be nice next time. You left me completely in the dark, how was I supposed to feel? You didn't answer my text or calls. I was worried."

"I know." He apologised, too ashamed to fully look at you. Your heart pounded in your head as the conversation continued, all you wanted was it to end.

"I'm not mad. Just disappointed. I mean what do you expect? I hear nothing from you and now you just show up here. You broke my heart, Evan." You felt the tears in your eyes but you were too stubborn to let them show.

"She's right, Buck." Owen interrupted once he entered the room. "Let them rest first, they aren't in the right mind for this."

Owen was right. You knew it. What Buck didn't wasn't okay and you weren't in the right mind to have this conversation right now. But still you had to stop everything in your body not touch him.

"Come see me when I'm better." You said softly. "Then will talk and figure something out."

The shimmer of hope in his eyes didn't go by unnoticed. "I'll wait for you. I promise."

My request are open!

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

�� You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

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