#it is over the top but the script clearly calls for that and it wouldn’t work if he wasn’t over the top

[dramalets]

Oh, look, another Reddit thread on how annoying a person thinks Middleman’s Love is. Very original. This surely isn’t the 8th one I’ve seen of these today. 🙄

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Really?? Nicolas Cage and the Art of Weirdness

It’s kind of strange that Nicolas Cage is the star of National Treasure, right? Tame, family-friendly Disney flicks aren’t exactly his brand.

While the casting still strikes me as an odd choice sometimes, I am eternally, supremely, primordially grateful that he took the role of Ben Gates.

As I touched on while discussing Abigail’s Accent, National Treasure isn’t a film with a lot of subtly or nuance. At least, it wasn’t going to be until it slowly morphed throughout production, as giant collaborative projects tend to do.

Just like Diane Kruger brought nuance and depth to the role of Abigail Chase through both her acting choices and the presence of her accent, Nicolas Cage transformed Ben Gates from a generic action-adventure hero into something far superior: an awkward, obsessive forty year old man.

To fully appreciate the Nic Cage of it all, let’s begin with what the role looked like before he signed on.

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For those unfamiliar, there’s a version of the National Treasure script available online that’s dated from the month before Cage signed on as the lead. It’s hugely fascinating in the ways it’s the same as, and also wildly different from, the finished film. You can read more about it here.

Age

The first major effect casting had was changing Ben’s age. In the 2003 script he’s introduced as

…intrepid explorer BEN GATES(late 20s, strong family resemblance)

Obviously Nic Cage was not in his late 20s in 2004. Born in 1964, he was 39/40 when the film shot and 40 by the time it came out.

We know from Ben Gates’ drivers license that his character is supposed to be 39 in the first film, as his birthday is shown as May 1965. Why the one year difference? Hollywood is allergic to people over 40. Next question.

So, Ben went from a 20-something to a (basically) 40 year old man. And that changed the story in a few subtle but important ways.

First, it makes Ben’s quest take on a different flavor. To be in your late 20s and still chasing a pipe dream is not that unusual or socially unacceptable. People in their 20s do stupid, impulsive, risky things. They are socially ‘allowed’ to be a mess. At 40, not so much. Ben’s peers have houses and families and kids who need to be taken to soccer practice.

This makes a difference to me because it emphasizes the desperation of Ben’s quest, and his absolutely unwavering belief in the treasure. It also paints a starker contrast between Ben and his father, because when Patrick was 29 he was still gallivanting around treasure hunting too. By the time Patrick was the age Ben is now, he had disavowed treasure hunting and “grown up” into a normal life. But Ben just won’t let go. The older Ben gets, the less hope Patrick has that he will eventually grow out of it. At 29 that kind of hope would still feel possible for his son. At 39, it probably doesn’t.

Hotness

I’m so sorry that we have to talk about this, but we do.

Ben Gates was clearly written to be played by a hot young actor. That’s hot as in popular, and also as in sexy.* A typically implausibly fit and handsome leading man. This is evidenced not only by his age, but by the two (2) shirtless scenes written for Ben in the 2003 script.

Ben Gates is supposed to be hot.

And Nicolas Cage is...I'm not going to say "not hot," lord knows I'm on the being-normal-about-that-old-man webbed site but sex appeal not the primary reason you cast him.

What Nic Cage is know for is being weird.

*I’m aroace and vaguely sapphic, help me I don’t know what I’m doing here.

Weirdness

Weird. Eccentric. Zany. Over-the-top. Melodramatic.

These are the qualities Nicolas Cage is famous for, but they aren’t qualities the role of Ben Gates necessarily calls for. In fact, too far in any of these directions, and the performance could push an already implausible movie over the edge into farce. We wouldn’t take Ben or his quest seriously enough to get invested in the story.

But Nicolas Cage knew that. For as absurd as the iconic “I’m gonna steal the Declaration of Independence” line is, it's the premise that's ridiculous, not the performance. This isn’t the place to find one of Cage's signature zany performances. Search any number of "Craziest Nicolas Cage performances" lists and National Treasure won't rank. He tones it down enough that Ben feels like a rather grounded person in an over-the-top story.

However, he doesn’t tone it down completely, and that is so important.

The little places where Cage lets a hint of his signature weirdness flicker through round out Ben as a character, and give him more (or at least a different flavor of) nuance than he might have had in other hands, particularly if he were cast and played as a typically suave and macho leading man.

Case Study (Cage Study?)

Let’s look at this line from the 2003 script. This is what the FBI has to say when they’re searching Ben’s apartment.

AGENT JOHNSON Profilers say we're looking at an adult male, a loner, has a high IQ but has never been able to hold down a job, is socially inept, has probably written numerous letters to the White House expressing antigovernment sentiments. We're expecting him to contact us shortly with ransom demands.

This line is supposed to show us how off the mark the FBI is in their theory. The joke is that they’re all wrong about Ben.

Except, are they?

In this version of the script, every one of these items after “adult male” is incorrect.

Ben’s not a loner; he’s been working with Riley for 7 years.

He hasn’t not been able to hold down a job, he’s been salvage diving and treasure hunting consistently.

He’s not socially inept; he’s a ladies man. We hear multiple references to past girlfriends, and of course there’s Patrick’s assumption that Abigail's pregnant.

And obviously he hasn’t expressed anti-government sentiment and has no plans to ransom the Declaration, even in exchange for his own freedom.

What I want to argue here is that with the casting of Nicolas Cage, most of these false assumptions about Ben became true, at least a little bit. Of course there were many forces at work shaping the final tone and content of the film, but all of them—writing, directing, acting, costume design, etc—became oriented around fitting this character to the man playing him.

Loner

In the final film, Ben is a bit of a loner. He doesn’t seem to have known Riley for that long, and he immediately gets betrayed by the only other person he’s close to. His status as an outsider is emphasized by the fact that he and his family have been ostracized from the historical community.

In the 2003 script, this element isn’t present and Ben gives a fake name for other reasons. We also meet his landlady, whom he’s very kind to, and hear about at least one former girlfriend. In short, we get a sense of the web of people in Ben’s life outside of the treasure hunt. In the final film, Ben is seemingly much more isolated.

Job

We also get no evidence about Ben’s job. The 2003 script makes multiple references to Ben working as a salvage diver, which might not be what he hopes for, but it is a clear profession. In the final movie we only get reference to Ben being trained at the Naval Diving and Salvage Training Center, which implies that he’s qualified to work at a salvage diver, but gives no indication that this is what he regularly does for work.

We also have Patrick saying:

PATRICK I have a job, a house, health insurance. What do you have?

The contrast makes it clear that Ben doesn’t have any kind of consistent job. Now, my guess is he does still work salvage jobs in this version, and that’s how he affords his apartment and the other things he needs to keep treasure hunting, but it’s never directly mentioned.

As to why he doesn’t hold down a job, the obvious answer is that it would interfere with his relentless pursuit of the Charlotte and the Templar Treasure. It makes sense that he simply chooses not to keep a consistent job because that’s not compatible with his goals. However, I want to raise the possibility that Ben would struggle to hold down a job even if he tried. If, say, he needed some expensive new diving equipment and took a several months long “normal” job in order to afford it, I think he’d be constantly distracted by the treasure and might quit and/or get fired the next time he needed to dash off on a lead.

Socially inept

Likewise, in the final movie, Ben is charming and clever and all the things a leading man is supposed to be, and also awkward and fairly socially clueless.

On the Charlotte he seems surprised that Ian and his guys turn out to be armed criminals, so either he was so desperate for resources and support to continue the hunt that he’s in denial or he’s very bad at reading people. Or at least, very bad at reading Ian. Maybe both. (There’s also the matter of his very poor attempt at bluffing in this scene.)

He’s awkward with Abigail in their meeting in her office, and even more awkward giving the toast. She even points out to him that he says the poetic things that are on his mind even though most people know they're not supposed to do that.

Then of course we have the “cavalier in my personal life” exchange, which I plan to dig into in depth at a later time, but for now let’s leave it at: Ben is not always on the same page as the people he’s in relationships with.

And there’s the very strange reading of the line “really?” after Ben and Abigail survive the collapsing staircase sequence. He’s amazed that he’s met someone who would also prioritize a historical artifact over personal safety, and he delivers the line just…weirdly.

Conclusion

He’s weird! (affectionate)

Ben Gates is a weird guy!

By the final film, Ben Gates had become a hybrid of the thing he was always supposed to be—a suave, swashbuckling hero—and the thing he was not supposed to be—a weirdo outcast on the fringes of society.

To draw a comparison to another popular Disney adventure flick that came out the year before: Ben was supposed to be the Will Turner of National Treasure, the hunky young underdog who always gets the girl. By casting Nicolas Cage and letting him bring a little history and a little weirdness to the role, Ben Gates ended up edging just a liiiiiiittle bit into Jack Sparrow territory as well.

He occupies both spaces, and I think that duality serves to deepen his character and make him far more interesting than if he was a straight-forward action-adventure hero.

Hooray for weird middle-aged men.

[raincitygirl76]

Someone on another platform was calling the Young Royals character Alexander stupid, and I got to thinking about it.

I don’t think Alexander is necessarily stupid on an intellectual level. But he comes across as having little self-confidence, and being easily influenced by people who are more decisive and strong-willed than him. Someone can be booksmart, but still make shitty decisions because they trust other people’s judgment over their own and let themselves get talked into things.

August has a strong will and knows exactly what he wants. Alexander has always been easy for August to manipulate. Alexander has known since 2.04 that Wilhelm got him expelled last term and then acted like his friend this term. All Alexander has done since 2.04 is stew on that fact and avoid talking to Wilhelm. He was clearly feeling betrayed (and rightly so). But he didn’t actually DO anything about it. He didn’t confront Wille, didn’t hatch his own revenge plot. He only started thinking about concrete revenge strategies when August brought it up in 2.06. And of course, August had an ulterior motive.

That said, August would’ve been careful to frame the plot as low-risk, high-reward to Alexander. August probably said truthfully that he’d spoken to his stepfather the lawyer, but carefully left out the part where Rickard had said it was child pornography and could bring a prison sentence. Plus, August is a legal adult while Alexander is a minor. Child pornography made and distributed by a fellow child wouldn’t be as harshly dealt with as August. And also because he’s a minor, the media couldn’t report Alexander’s name.

Furthermore, Alexander knows how the system works for rich people. He got expelled for drugs in December, but the school didn’t notify the police. Expulsion was considered enough punishment. AND a month later, Alexander got un-expelled, because his rich daddy made a generous donation to the school. Yeah, Alexander was the scapegoat for drug use by the Society boys, but he didn’t face any permanent consequences.

If Alexander takes the blame for the video, his parents will yell at him for screwing up again. Then they’ll hire excellent lawyers and get him out of it. The way August explains it, Alexander must think this is a great plan. He either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care that August is weaponizing his justifiable anger with Wilhelm to get himself out of a sex crime.

But note as soon as Wilhelm starts shouting at August and Alexander, and saying it will never work, Alexander looks EXTREMELY worried. He doesn’t speak, but his facial expressions speak volumes. Alexander had an idea in his head of how this confrontation would go. But once Wilhelm walked in, everything suddenly went off script.

Wille is just as strong-willed as August, and he is LIVID in this scene, with both co-conspirators. I think Alexander suddenly realizes in this scene that taking the blame for August means Wilhelm now perceives him as an enemy. Wille still doesn’t hate Alexander as much as he hates August, but Alexander is probably now in the top three of people Wilhelm wants to destroy. Alexander considered Wille his enemy already. But August didn’t give him a chance to reflect on the fact that if he took the fall for August’s crime, Wilhelm would consider Alexander an enemy right back.

In early S2, Alexander watched Wilhelm systematically manipulate the third years to undermine August, until August lost his prefect position and captaincy of the rowing team. Alexander already knows Wille is hella vindictive towards his enemies, and Alexander has just made himself one. I think Alexander is freaking out during that whole confrontation. He’s now faced with some of the consequences of the deal he made with August, and second-guessing himself.

Also, the next day at the jubilee, Wilhelm outs himself on live TV and confirms he was the second boy in the video. August’s plan was for Alexander to take the blame for a video featuring a working-class non-resident with no social clout, plus an anonymous second boy. It’s one thing for August to ask him to do that.

Now the whole world knows the perpetrator surreptitiously filmed the CROWN PRINCE and then leaked it all over the internet. The calculus for Alexander taking the blame has changed significantly. The media and the public, domestic and international, will care much more about child pornography involving royalty than child porn involving two random minors. That’s a much bigger ask from August now.

The media technically couldn’t report Alexander’s name if he were charged, because he’s a minor too. But the whole WORLD will want to know who the culprit is, now the Crown Prince of Sweden is officially one of the victims. Alexander’s name won’t appear in news articles written by professional journalists, but it will be all over the internet in comments on Twitter, Instagram, etc by private individuals. And as Simon could tell Alexander from bitter experience, once your name is out there and linked to a huge scandal, your privacy is gone forever.

Finally, August’s cunning plan has one tiny problem. In order to convince Alexander to take the fall, he had to confess to Alexander that he filmed and leaked the video. That’s one more person who knows the truth. At this point, Alexander probably seems like a safe person for August to tell. Alexander is easy to push around, and they have a mutual enemy in Wilhelm. Plus, it’s August’s word against Alexander’s.

But what if in S3, Alexander decides even though he hates Wille’s guts, Wille is more likely to become king someday than August. Alexander could put himself in a position where the future king owes him a huge favour. And Alexander wouldn’t even have to confess to a crime he didn’t commit in order to get Wilhelm in his debt.

All he’d have to do was set his phone to record and approach August about negotiating new and improved terms for the deal whereby Alexander would take the fall for August’s crime against Wille and Simon. It would never occur to August that meek, subservient, obedient Alexander might dare to double-cross HIM. Of course, all of this is unlikely. Alexander doesn’t seem like he’s strong-willed enough or decisive enough to think up something like that and then go through with it. But it would be a smart way to parlay the information he has into an advantage.

Finally, on a very different note, although I love the show’s commitment to diverse casting, I really wish Alexander wasn’t the only East Asian YR character with lines. Because there is a media stereotype about East Asian males being meek, subservient, and less manly than men of other ethnicities. Obviously that stereotype is bullshit, like other ethnic stereotypes. But YR, by having only one East Asian male character with lines, and giving him Alexander’s timid personality, played into that stereotype. I’m quite sure they didn’t do it on purpose, but they did it.

One of the things I loved most about the movie Crazy Rich Asians was that it had multiple different male characters played by East Asian actors who were presented as sexy and desirable. Even though I’m a lesbian and wasn’t attracted to any of them! If Young Royals had another East Asian male character with lines in S3, and that character was outspoken and decisive, Alexander would come across as less of a stereotype. Even if that other character didn’t have many lines, there would be a cross-section of personalities shown among East Asian male characters in the show.

[justahopelessaromantic]

The Blue Smudge (Scene 1: "But I must not think about that. This paper looks to me as if it KNEW what a vicious influence it had!")

Fandom: South Park and The Yellow Wallpaper Ships: K2 (Kenny/Kyle) AU: The Yellow Wallpaper AU Links to Cast of Characters Page and Scenes 2, 3, and 4 Accompanying Playlist for this Fic on Spotify and Youtube Disclaimer: The author of this work does not condone/endorse the messages, themes, and concepts presented by South Park. Considering how said work is melodramatic gay fanfiction written in theatrical script format of all things, I'm sure this seems reasonable to assume. However, it’s astonishing how many times I've stumbled upon people in this fandom who are wholehearted believers of almost everything the show says, and, quite frankly, I would rather evaporate from this plane of existence than potentially be presumed as a bigot or, god forbid, a centrist. Summary: "I get positivity angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere." (Or:) According to most food safety experts, margarine, when exposed to the elements, lasts for roughly one month before going bad.

SETTING:

A Victorian-style nursery during the daytime with a twin bed. It’s plain and barren, yet livable, though certainly not considered suitable for a baby by modern-day standards. The furniture looks like it's been hastily rearranged and sanded down recently in a vain attempt at accident-proofing the room. Optionally, the room has a single tiny window covered by metal bars. A crib sits right at the edge of stage left, the smaller side facing the audience. Having a working physical door or even a door frame is preferred; however, it can also be portrayed by actors exiting and entering offstage. The room is covered in slowly peeling wallpaper that’s possibly molding, preferably with a swirly, repeating pattern all over it. It’s a gross, faded shade of yellow.

MARGARINE hunches over in the crib. KENNY sits cross-legged while staring towards upstage, chin resting on top of his hands while swaying almost undetectably. KYLE is neatly folding clothes Kenny haphazardly shoved into his suitcase. The only other packed item is a bottle of prescription pills the audience can clearly see. It's quiet for a bit until Kenny pipes up in a soft voice, almost sounding shy.

KENNY

…You don’t…have to, like…stay, you know. I won’t make you-

KYLE

Kenny, for the fifth time, you are not weaseling your way out of this one, bud.

KENNY

(Slightly offended and flustered)

Oh my god, why do you always think I’m gonna-

(Pausing for a beat before giving up)

…some butler, you are. Badmouthing me and not folding my stuff until…uh…how long have we been here?

KYLE

Well, you’ve been here a week, and I’ve got here…I wanna say…Wednesday?

KENNY

(Unreadable)

A…You said a week?

KYLE

Think so.

KENNY

…That doesn’t sound right.

(Slapping his thighs before getting up to stand over Kyle, hands now on his hips)

Whelp! Point is, your customer service is super and there’s still no mint on my pillow! I have half a mind to call corporate and have your license revoked.

(Leaning over to shove his face in front of Kyle’s)

What do you say to that, smart guy?

KYLE

I’d…

(Shoves Kenny’s face away with the palm of his hand playfully)

Say…that that’s not how butlers work, and that I’m the farthest thing from one.

KENNY

Oh, my deepest apologies, good sir. How would you prefer we address you?

KYLE

I hesitate to say indentured servant, honestly…I guess you see me as a…

(Quietly and fondly)

…Caretaker, of sorts.

Kyle looks over at a visibly uncomfortable Kenny who immediately turns away from him and starts fidgeting with his hands, occasionally glancing at the wall. Kyle jumps right into lightening the atmosphere, poking at the fully unzipped parka Kenny is wearing.

One whose only folding today, because someone wouldn’t let me do laundry yesterday, ‘cause he won’t take off this damn jacket-

KENNY

(Flinching and tugging his sleeve away)

…that just sounds like a butler with extra steps.

(Nervously laughs, carefully zipping his parka up once Kyle starts speaking again)

KYLE

(Suddenly snippy)

…Alright, fine. I’m the butler. Give me five good reasons why I shouldn’t go tell-tale heart on your ass for playing hostage all day!

(Starting to fold again)

Like it’s really such a crime to put a roof over your head that isn’t leaking.

KENNY

Hey, man! We might not have the nice chardonnay in our cabinets, but that house has three things your penthouse apartment doesn’t!

KYLE

(Deadpan in some way or another)

You can’t have a penthouse for a college dorm room, Kenny.

KENNY

(Ignoring Kyle, holding up fingers in the air as he counts)

One, a tv with twelve, count ‘em, twelve whole channels! Two, a lack of discipline.

KYLE

Kennith, I am begging you to have even the slightest sense of decorum.

KENNY

And three! My family.

KYLE

(Sarcastically)

Oh, gee willikers. Deadbeat dad, sleazeball mom, and a brother who’s missing in action? I sure am missing out, huh, Ken?

KENNY

(Ignoring him)

And you do have to admit! As nice as this place is, it’s a little…

KYLE

Kenny, unless you got someone to forge your signature on those medical waivers I sent you, I don’t-

KENNY

(Lightheartedly but slightly judgmental)

Oh, don’t act like this was a favor, dickhead! You sweet-talked me into being a lab rat, so you didn’t have to deal with my bitching-

KYLE

(Slamming the clothes in his hands down)

You crawled through my fucking window in the middle of the night, crying your eyes out over all this horrible pain of yours that I somehow happened to miss-

Without warning, Kenny whips around to face upstage again and crosses his arms, rapidly tapping his foot and wagging a finger at it. He anxiously cuts Kyle off.

KENNY

You know, my aunt would kill to get her hands on this wallpaper.

KYLE

(In slight shock, sputtering)

…What?

KENNY

My aunt she…

(Breaking out in a smile and rambling frantically, gradually winding down into semi-peaceful introspection)

…she loves freaky shit like this! Me and her used to sneak my dad’s Playboys into the room we shared when I was younger. Genius was never sober enough to catch us. Although, now that I think about it, I do believe my mother busted my ass about it at one point! I don’t really remember much, but I know my aunt’s cover story sucked ass, which is wild, ‘cause she was an awesome liar! Pretty sure I got away with it though. Maybe she just trusted my aunt? Those two were always whispering shit to each other, figure they must’ve been close. Wonder where they got all that stuff to chit-chat over. Like, I always figured the world took away everything there was to talk about by the time a girl got that old. I asked my auntie what she was saying, but she said it was grown-up stuff and she’d tell me tomorrow, but she was never really around by then, and…

(Shaking his head and hands before picking back up in energy)

Oh! Shit, okay- The point is, after we put Karen to bed, we’d get under the covers, with, uh- with a flashlight, and she’d show me all the different angles and lighting they used, and the way they put the pictures and articles together- You know, the formatting? She got to the bottom of every dirty trick they used to keep us horny bastards hooked!

(Sounding proud of himself)

She taught me everything I know. She- she did the thing you do, when- whenever we do homework together? That thing where you don't tell me the answer, you just point out stuff and you ask me questions, until I just, like…get it, yaknow? She used to call me her little junior detective. God, it was so killer! See…

Kenny briskly walks over and starts tracing the pattern with his fingers to the space above the crib. Meanwhile, Wallpaper Girl slowly slides up, pressing her body against the wallpaper. By the time Kenny gets to her face, she’s standing upright.

Okay, so, most of this stuff’s the same, but these lines over here. They sorta, like…they sort’ve…crawl around, you know? They keep looping into each other, until they get here.

(Stopping above the crib and gesturing playfully)

They get all tangled up in this creepy face up here. Kinda like…

(Giggling to himself)

…like little baby spiders, hatching from their web sack or something! And then they just kinda…

Kenny pauses to audibly catch his breath for a beat, continuing with much less enthusiasm and trailing off at times. He sounds both embarrassed with himself and disturbed by his findings.

…kinda just…off themselves…over here…Like they're…jumping out a window...You think they put the crib here so it looks like it’s catching them? You know, so the kids don’t freak out?

KYLE

…

KENNY

You know, I never got a chance to show her the pictures I got from Grazier, remember that ol’ bastard? She woulda gone gaga over those things, ‘m tellin’ ya.

KYLE

…

KENNY

(Reaching to dig through his pocket)

You know, I think I actually-

KYLE

(Uncomfortable, with caution and concern)

Kenny, that!...uh…that…pattern’s copy and pasted, dude. It doesn’t change.

KENNY

(Glancing between Kyle and the wall in growing disbelief, optimistic yet wary)

No…No, that’s not it. It’s gotta be on purpose.

(Quietly, yet still speaking with determination and purpose)

…Amber’ll get it.

KYLE

Amber?

KENNY

Yeah, my aunt.

(Clasping his hands together and reaching to tear it off)

C’mon, help me get it down so I can surprise her with it when I get back!

Kyle immediately goes to tug Kenny’s hands away. Kenny is unfazed.

KYLE

Wh- wait, wait, what, no! No, for the last time, Kenny! We’re not tearing down- You didn’t even tell me you had an aunt, I’m not gonna let you steal...we’d be liable for-

KENNY

Of course, I told you. I told you when I snuck into your room. What the hell did you think I was crying for?

(Pausing for a beat)

…I mean…I mean not that it was…It’s not…It’s not like it was a big deal or anythi-

LIGHTS OUT.

[dotrarsmau]

2.

*ring ring*

“Hello, IT depo, what’s your problem?” a scripted and disinterested, though not unkind, voice came down the line. 

“I- well, this is rather embarrassing actually,” Stede struggled to find the words.

“I’m sure it is, but I’m ganna need you to tell me anyway,” the voice was warm, tone pitching a tad jovial now, amused.

Stede felt a warm flush growing on the back of his neck.

“Yes well—“

There was a crackle of a hand over the receiver, and a mumbling of voices, one much curter then the other, a quick back and forth.

“Ah shit, I mean, shit. Sorry, I forgot to say. I’m supposed to have you put in a ticket first,” Stede could hear their eyes rolling through the phone.

“I know, I know, you’re thinking ‘but I’m already on the line, isn’t that a waste of time?’ And yea it is—“

Another crackle.

A louder back and forth. 

“Uh, sorry mate, ‘it is the new policy to have all tickets put in through the new system to better track productivity, except in cases where that wouldn’t be possible,’” their tone was mocking, though Stede guessed it was directed towards the man with the curt voice in the background, and not him, right? 

Steve thought he heard the curt voiced man  yell out something like ‘twat’ in the background.

“Oh, okay, sorry about that, I’ll go do that first then.” 

An awkward laugh.

Warm cheeks.

*Click*

Stede hung up before the other man could reply. Already feeling like he’d messed up and he hadn’t even turned on his laptop yet. 

His laptop.

Right. Fuck. 

Stede sighed in resolve and picked up the receiver.

*ring ring ring*

“IT depo, what can I do you for now number 11?”

Stede blinked, caught off guard.

“Number-“

“Your office mate, damn you must be new huh?”

“A little bit,” the heat returned to Stede’s neck.

“You get your ticket number then?” 

There was a pause. The heat spread from Stede’s neck to his ears to his cheeks. 

“It’s my first day and I don’t remember how to log in.” He let out in tight one breath.

Another pause.

“To the company sharepoint..or,” the man let it hang in the air.

“My computer?” Stede’s voice was small and questioning.

“Ahhh- so you CAN’T put in a ticket then,” they said sass clearly directed toward the curt man.

“There would seem to be a flaw in that system, yes,” Stede offered sheepishly 

A warm round laugh poured down the line and Stede relaxed the tension he hadn’t noticed he was keeping in his shoulders.

“You’re funny 11, so what’s your name,” the voice came husky and deep over the receiver.

Why did his throat feel tight suddenly?

“I’m Stede, —what’s yours?” He managed, confused on why he felt like he’d suddenly forgot how words worked, and completely forgetting his purpose in calling.

Stede heard the same musically laugh crackle through the receiver. 

“I need your last too mate, for your username.” 

Stede wanted to fold into himself like a black hole.

“Right, right, right, of course, Stede Bonnet.” 

Why was it so warm in here, offices were supposed to be cold right?

“Right then, so your username should be s (dot) bonnet, type that in the top one,”

Ed listened to the slow deliberate key taps, reclining in his seat with his feet on the desk. 

S

.

B

O

N

N

E

T

Tab

“Okay, now your passcode should be Badminton1, but you’ll have to change it.”

Careful taps.

Was he hold his breath.

“I’m in!” Stede’s voice sang, a bit to keen for just having logged into a computer.

“Congrats, mate!” Ed teased playfully, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, finding something deeply endearing about Stede’s excitability. 

He felt Izzy’s eyes on him and shook himself out of the thought, feet returning to the floor. 

“Now that your sorted, you’ll make sure to put that ticket in then, for ‘tracking purposes’?”

Izzy floated away, satisfied with Ed’s towing of the company life, and Ed added in a hushed tone,

“And if you need anything else dial 1-4-3, that’s my direct, so the boss won’t be such a downer.”

“Ahh gotcha, thanks again.” 

“It’s Ed by the way, the name’s Ed,”

Stede thumbed the card in his hand absently and two thoughts snapped together in his head. 

“Oh right! Edward Teach,” he laughed to himself.

Ed brow furrowed with amused confusion.

“You’ve heard of me then?” his voice was laced with intrigue.  

“I guess I have,” Stede replied. Surprised at the coyness of his tone, he overcorrected,

“I-uh found you card,” 

“Ah, well good thing you did I s’ppose. Ring if you need me 11.”

*Click*

First post

[goldenempyrean]

Could you do one with sick Scarlett where her, the reader, and the rest of the marvel cast are filming a scene and Scarlett can’t stop sneezing and she’s gets really embarrassed and when the reader and her go back to their trailer reader assures her that it’s ok and she doesn’t need to be embarrassed

No Need For Embarrassment

Hey, this took me longer then it probably should have done but here you go :) Hope you enjoy. Im still doing requests btw, I have afew left to get through so keep sending them in :D

Summary: Scarlett is sick whilst filming and you definitly think she should be in bed instead.

Wordcount:1,535

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“H’kitshoo! Huh-Hu'schIEW!... hIT’chshhiew”  

“CUT.” You heard the loud voice of your director speak out.  

“Bless you. You sure you're okay?” You turned to ask your fiancé as she rubbed her wrist underneath her nose. That was the second time that morning that Scarlett’s nose had interrupted filming. It had happened earlier that morning when she had sneezed during an important character's final line.  

“Thanks,” She sniffed before turning to the rest of the cast and apologising, “Sorry about that.”  

Yourself and the others assured her that it was fine and she didn’t need to apologise but you did notice the slight redness that settled across her cheeks. You rubbed your thumb in circles on her hand whilst the crew around you rearranged the scene so you could reshoot.  

“From the top guys, okay?” Your director called out as everybody got back into their original positions, “And... Action!” As the loud buzz of the camera signalled it was rolling you began to walk around towards where Scarlett was standing.  

“Natasha what are we going to do? We can't sit back and watch the world burn.” You said, passion filling your voice as you acted out your lines.  

“We can't go storming into battle without a plan though.” RDJ replied as he typed frantically on a keyboard, trying to find a easier solution to the situation at hand.

  “Im sorry but Tonys right, we can't-,” Scarlett had put her hand on your shoulder as quickly she turned her head away from you, “HuhS’CHIEW! HhHxxnt! He’tishoo!”  

“CUT.”  

A chorus of “Bless you's” chimed from everybody, including yourself and you felt Scarlett’s body go tense against you as she covered her face with her hands, “I am so sorry about this.” Her face was flushed red, she was clearly extremely embarrassed at her current situation. You rubbed your hand down her back, assuring her that she’d be okay, one of the assistants came running up to her with a box of tissues. She gratefully took one and politely thanked the assistant as she left.  

Scarlett had admitted when you woke up that morning that she wasn’t feeling 100% great. You had given her the offer to stay in and rest but Scarlett being Scarlett was determined to push on. You waited for her to finish blowing her nose before quietly mumbling, "You weren’t this sick earlier sweetheart, are you feeling worst?”  

You weren’t expecting her to nod slightly at your question, you were about to suggest that you take a rest stopped when you noticed that your director had made his way over towards the group, “How about we try this again guys? Third times a charm, right?” He asked rhetorically before returning to his chair, instructing everyone to get back into position.  

“ACTION!”  

You ran over the lines again; this time everyone was able to absolutely nail the scene. After finishing up you looked down at your schedule and you were happy to see that both yourself and Scarlett had the next hour or so off so you would be able to relax somewhat. You looked down at the small watch on your wrist before kissing your fiancée lightly on the cheek, “I have to go quickly print a copy of my script off. Meet you at lunch?”  You asked as you cupped her face lightly, looking deeply into her tired glassy eyes.

“Sure.” She replied before sniffling wetly, hoping that you wouldn’t notice  

“I'm gonna pick you up some tissues too sweetheart.” You added with a smirk as you began to head in the direction of the printer.  

“Thanks!” She called out in reply only to sputter into a cough afterwards which she was praying you didn’t hear.  

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Yourself and the rest of the marvel cast often shared a lunch together, not only was it easier to practice lines but everybody seemed to enjoy the environment and enjoy spending the time together. You were happy to see Scarlett already sat down at the long lunch table, along with some other members of the cast. You smiled when you saw the seat that Scarlett had saved for you. She had recognised the sound of your footsteps and she turned and waved towards you, patting the reserved seat. You noticed her more tired appearance when you sat and so you laid a comforting hand on her thigh, earning yourself a brief smile from her.  

“Did you get everything that you needed darling?” She asked once you had settled, taking a small bite of her food afterwards.  

“I did,” You replied before reaching into the back-pocket of your jeans, “I didn’t forget these either.” You discreetly slipped the small travel size tissue packet into her lap.

“Thanks.” She said quietly, before taking one and rubbing it against her nose, sniffling, “Are you ready for- Hih-Hi'tshiew! Sorry s’cuse me” She brought out another tissue and softly blew her nose before continuing, “Are you ready for filming later?”  

“Yeah, I guess.” You replied, taking a soft sip of your drink afterwards, “Do you think- bless you, bless you!” You were cut off as Scarlett again sneezed twice into her elbow, and she was quickly apologising to the others around you afterwards.  

“Don’t apologise Scar, you sound like you're coming down with something though.” Robert responded from across the table, messing with a severely scrambled rubix-cube  

“Do you want to take this afternoon off?” Lizzie offered whilst reading over her script, “I heard you sniffling a lot in makeup this morning but I wasn’t going to say anything.”  

You saw Scarlett blush slightly, she didn’t realise that so many people had noticed that she wasn’t feeling the greatest, “I'm fine honestly,” she tried to assure them, “I feel fi- Huh'eshoo! Hhik’CHIEW! He’Hitchiew!”  

Her face was flushed red with embarrassment as she frantically began to apologise for her outburst, unsure of how to react you calmly blessed her before laying your hand on her head, “Your definitely warmer than usual. Cmon lets get you back to our trailer.”  

“Y/N, we can't, we have to film- Huht’SchIEW! Hh.Hh’GXXNTt” Scarlett had tried to object but her nose rudely interupted her.  

“Bless you, Scar, your health is more important than filming.” You argued back, not giving in as easily as she thought you would.  

“We can tell the director that you're feeling sick.”  Lizzie chimed in, offering a small water bottle out to her. 

 “Scarlett if you're not feeling well then its best for you to go and rest.” Robert added, “There's no need to be embarrassed, we can shoot that specific scene another time. Just go and sort that cold of yours out before you run yourself into the ground.”  

“But-“ Scarlett had begun to make another point but was cut off when her breath started to hitch, “Hh- I don’t Heh... Need Hh- to rest...HhehH HI’TSCHIEW! HhUh-Tshoo! Heh-Hi’tschiew!” Scarlett had buried her head in her hands, trying to hide herself from the worried gazes of everyone.  

“Bless you.” Yourself, Robert and Lizzie said in unison, you saw Scarlett waiver slightly as she stood up so you quickly jumped up to support her, “Right, c’mon that’s enough. We’re going back now. No arguing.”  

To your surprise Scarlett actually agreed. She was sniffling as the pair of you hastily said your goodbyes and made your way back to the safety and comfort of your trailer. 

 It was only a short walk back to your trailer. You had your arm cupped around her waist as you walked, you couldn't help but ask, “When did you start feeling worst?”

“After our first scene. Plus, that overhead light was giving me a headache,” She responded with a sniffle as she dug around in her pocket before pulling out the tissue packet from earlier. She blew her nose thickly and you couldn't help but sigh. You hated when she pushed herself as hard as she did even when she felt so unwell.

Luckily you were approaching the entrance to your trailer. You held the door open for her, letting her enter first but she stopped after taking just a few steps inside before sneezing more loudly than usual into her elbow, she held her hand up to stop from you coming forward as she coughed chestily, the sudden heat from the trailer seeming to irritate her nose and throat.

“Bless you.” You sighed and held her close from behind, “You need to rest, what will it be, bed or sofa?” You mumured kindly as you escorted her into the main open room of your trailer, closing the door behind you.

“Sofa.” She replied with a yawn as she sat herself down, making sure to leave enough room for you, pawing at her nose as she did so.  

“I'm just gonna find you some more tissues.” You said as you went to search the bathroom. Luckily there was an almost full box on the counter. You grabbed them along with a fluffy blanket from your bed.  

“Aw baby.” You whispered as saw Scarlett, asleep, her head resting in an uncomfortable looking position against the sofa. You sighed to yourself and grabbed one of the cushions and propped it behind her head gently and you carefully laid the blanket across her, making sure to tuck her in.  

“Sleep well sweetheart”  

[kkusuka]

I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see."

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female! 

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics, 

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much 

Gojou Satoru 

Words: 700 

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill. 

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out. 

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser. 

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then. 

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year. 

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people. 

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness. 

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you. 

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips. 

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-” 

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming. 

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’. 

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!” 

Fushiguro Megumi 

Words: 700 

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago. 

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in. 

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused. 

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more. 

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses. 

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least. 

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist. 

You would figure it out in due time!

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You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel. 

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding. 

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved. 

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first. 

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster. 

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue. 

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!” 

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face. 

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too. 

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-” 

“Dear Lord, what did I get into” 

Itadori Yuji 

Words: 600 

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something. 

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him. 

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you. 

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed. 

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain. 

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile. 

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!” 

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die. 

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction. 

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back. 

But he didn't have a say anyway. 

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door. 

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes. 

“You look great-” 

“You look crazy beautiful-” 

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one. 

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car. 

“You are the worst two humans in existence.” 

[the-bau-quinjet]

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Summary: Steve thinks you’re too young to like him despite the obvious hints you’re dropping.

Warnings: unspecified age gap

Word count: 2246

a/n: I’ve clearly spent too much time on TikTok recently, but inspired me to write something so that's good. It was loosely based on a request for a young reader x Steve, but I forgot part of the request so I'm gonna write something else for that one! Also, I wrote this on my phone so please excuse any typos I missed when trying to edit it lol

Masterlist

Messing with Steve is one of your favorite things to do. Tiny pranks, over the top flirting, poking fun at his lack of understanding of technology. Anything you can do to get him to roll his eyes and chuckle.

Nat would say it’s because of your feelings for him. She would be correct. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. Nope. So instead, you have your fun, and enjoy the way his eyes crinkle and his cheeks redden.

Your newest method of hearing the sweet sound of Steve’s laugh? TikTok. It’s a double whammy. One because he doesn’t understand the app and two because a lot of the trends make him blush.

It started as a fun way to blow off steam. Sometimes, being one of the younger and newer team members made you feel like an outsider. Of course, Peter was younger than you, but he had his own friends outside of the team. You didn’t have anyone else. When Tony found you and invited you to join, it was you against the world. Now you have this makeshift family.

Having your account on TikTok helped you when you hadn’t really become a part of the group yet. You bonded with Peter because of his account, and you found a new way to make Steve blush.

Anyway, you’ve learned way more TikTok dances than you ever would have thought just to see his pink cheeks. It’s not even always over the top dances that have him chuckling. The last trend you did had him laughing the entire day. It was that sound about Wednesday Adams having one thing on her mind. Only when it said homicide, instead of a deadpan expression you panned the camera to show Bucky and Sam arguing over who got the last donut.

Of course, you knew when you made the video it would appeal to Steve’s sense of humor. Sam and Bucky feature in a lot of your videos for that exact reason.

In general, you make a lot of videos featuring the Avengers just to keep Tony happy. He likes to be the center of attention, plus the only way he would approve of your account was if it could also feature as PR for the team. You agreed, as long as you had final say over what you posted. There’s nothing scripted or designed for a specific reason, you just feature the team sometimes.

Like when that sound from the Big Bang theory was popular amongst Avengers fans, you made a video confessing to Pepper that you’d been thinking about the Avengers, panning to show the team during training.

Of course, the text on the screen said “you are an Avenger” instead of “I believe that”, allowing you to play off the joke. But still, it was fun to include the team.

One of your favorite videos features none other than Scott Lang, mostly because nobody else would do it. Scott thought it was hilarious though.

Using the sound from New Girl, Scott played Schmidt and you Jess. The text on the screen read as follows:

Scott: You just walk around all day thinking about America’s Ass?

You: Yeah, don’t you?

Scott: No! How do you get anything done?

You: It’s hard…

Steve blushed like crazy when everyone cornered him to watch it. Bucky, Sam, and Tony wouldn’t stop bringing it up for at least a month. A part of you hoped he might make a move after that video, seeing as you put yourself out there, but he just assumed it was a joke and laughed it off.

Honestly, you were running out of trends that you could use to get him to understand your feelings. You only had two ideas left, and one of them would be mortifying if it didn’t work out…

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“Steve. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky sighed, exasperated with Steve for the umpteenth time that month. “You’ve been pining for forever, just make a move!” he whisper yelled, doing his best not to throttle his lifelong friend.

Steve rolled his eyes, purposefully ignoring Bucky’s pointed glare. The two men had spent the last hour looking through your TikTok account. Bucky was adamant that you liked Steve, but the blonde didn’t believe it, despite the so called proof Bucky kept forcing him to watch.

“Buck, would you please just back off? We’re friends. She’s too young to want to be with me like that.” Steve blushed, thinking about the context of his words.

Before Bucky could say anything about how repressing his feelings is bad for him, a new video popped up on your account. Bucky smirked when he saw the thumbnail was once again a picture of Steve, this time with a beard. Steve took the silence as an opportunity to escape, walking into his closet to change.

The video opened with a video of you and Natasha just hanging out, you lip syncing to the words “I like you have a cupcake.” You repeated the words as the video cut to you and Tony.

Bucky nearly dropped the phone when “smack my ass like a drum” blared from the speaker. He cackled bending over in a fit of laughter when he realized that’s what Steve’s picture was used for- and one where he had a beard to boot.

“What is it now, jerk?” Steve emerged from his closet, having changed into loungewear. The sight of Bucky fully cackling had him nervous.

Bucky tossed him the phone, doing his best to stop laughing long enough to tell him to watch the most recent video. With a hesitant sigh, Steve obliged.

Again, Bucky rolled his eyes at how obvious Steve’s feelings were. The second he saw you on the screen, he smiled. And not one of those half hearted polite smiles, a full on happy smile.

Steve’s eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his head when he got to the end of the video.

“‘She doesn’t want to be with me like that.’” Bucky mocked his friends earlier words, grabbing his phone back. “Punk, I don’t know how much more obvious she could be.”

With one more glare in Steve’s direction, Bucky finally left him to his own thoughts. Okay, so you made a lot of videos about how you find him attractive. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’d want to be in a relationship with him. Leave it to Steve to talk himself out of everything Bucky had spent so long trying to convince him of.

-

You were desperate at this point. You honestly thought the cupcake one would send him over the edge, but it didn’t work either. It has been three days, and you know Steve’s seen the video because everyone likes to tease him about it.

“Naaaaaat, it’s not working,” you whined, dramatically throwing yourself onto her bed. She laughed at your antics, briefly looking up at you before deciding to stop what she was going and give you her full attention.

“Look, not only is Steve one of the most clueless people I’ve ever met when it comes to women, but he can also talk himself out of believing someone’s interested in him. Especially you.” Nat watched as you lifted your head from her comforter, slowly turning to stare at her with narrowed eyes.

“Especially me?” you questioned. Why would you have a different standard?

“Y/N, Steve’s from the 40s. He’s super old fashioned. You're a hot young thing, super up to date on modern trends. He thinks you're just messing around as friends because he doesn’t believe someone as young as you would be interested in actually having a relationship with him,” she spelt it out for you, sick of trying to get you to figure it out on your own.

You took a minute to fully understand what she was saying, but then sat up when a new idea struck. “So you’re saying I need to be more direct?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded nonetheless.

“I’ve got an idea. Thanks Nat!” you ran from the room before she could question your newest plan, instead checking to make sure her notifications were on for posts from your TikTok account.

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“Steve!” you shouted when you saw him down the hall, about to turn a corner. He immediately stopped, turning back to see you running at him. “I need your help!”

You pulled him into the gym, briefly glancing around the room to make sure it was empty. Confirming nobody else was present, you set up your phone on one of the weight racks to record the two of you. It was already open to the recording section of TikTok, the sound you needed queued and ready to begin.

“What’s going on?” Steve looked between you and the phone, nerves heightening as he realized what you were doing. All of your videos about him thus far hasn’t actually involved him filming anything.

“I just need you to react to this trend, okay? It’s kind of old, but that doesn’t really matter,” you spoke quickly, trying to start the video before he could decline.

The music started playing instantly, with Steve awkwardly looking between the screen and you. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was reacting to, and it had him on edge. Just as the song reached the chorus, you turned and grabbed his face. Throwing caution to the wind, you followed through with your plan before you could back out, kissing him with all the passion and emotion you’d been holding back.

Steve froze, clearly surprised by your actions. Before you could pull away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. He kissed you with equal passion and emotion, no longer paying attention to your phone recording the moment.

Neither of you noticed when the music cut off, too wrapped up in each other. When the need for air overpowered the desire to keep kissing him, you pulled back to gasp in a few breaths. Steve leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed and breathing erratic.

The two do you spent the next few moments just breathing, trying to come to terms with what just happened. You gasped when his hands moved, one resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. His eyes were still closed when you chanced a glance at him.

“What was the trend?” he breathily whispered the words, still coming down from the high of kissing you.

“Huh?” you mumbled, unable to comprehend the question when he was still touching you like this.

“The TikTok trend? What was it?” his grip on your hip tightened, but his hand framing your face remained gentle.

“Oh, uh, it was- it was kissing your best friend/crush.” You whispered, heart still racing from his proximity. Your nerves had never been greater. Yeah, Nat always tells you that Steve has feelings for you, but what if he was just being polite? Maybe he didn’t know how to reject you when you kissed him out of nowhere, and now he’s trying to find a way to turn you down gently. What if-

“Was my reaction good enough to post?” he broke your train of thought with another question. You took a minute to think about the question, your brain still moving like molasses

“Um, that depends…” you froze when his eyes opened and stared into yours.

“On?” he prompted you to continue.

“Which caption I can use.” you finished the thought, finally remembering the two most common outcomes of the trend.

“What are the choices?” Steve smirked when you looked flustered, clearly not expecting this conversation.

“Uh, the two-” he began rubbing small circles into your hip with his thumb, effectively cutting off your train of thought again. It wasn’t until he lightly squeezed your hip again that you remember you were answering his question.

“Right! The two most common captions are some variation of ‘this was so awkward’ or ‘we’re dating now’,” you managed to blurt out the choices, blushing when he smiled at you.

“Well, I know which I prefer…” you waited with bated breath as he prolonged the silence, enjoying seeing you so on edge. You nearly whined when he let you go, moving to pick up your phone from the weight rack.

You watched in silence as he typed out a caption, tapping each letter with his pointer finger. A small smile formed on your lips at his adorable old man behavior. He then managed to find the post button, adding the video to your account before handing you the phone to see what he chose.

Your smile only grew after you read the caption, dropping the phone and immediately kissing him again.

-

Meanwhile, Nat had gathered the rest of the team that happened to be around to wait for whatever video you had planned to be posted.

Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Clint all watched as the new video popped up on the screen. Peter bounced with excitement when he heard the song, instantly recognizing the trend. The rest of the group watched as you kissed Steve, mouths gaping open when he actually kissed you back.

Fans were already commenting about how long it took for the two of you to get together, but the team was too focused on laughing at the caption to pay any mind to the comments.

She said the trend was kind of old, but that fits because I’ve got a habit of waiting too long anyways.

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what if you did a blurb where someone says something mean to the reader about her relationship with harry and floss and they comfort her

"Hey, I'm at the shops, do we need anything at home?" I asked as I plucked the Rubik's cube off the shelf and putting in my basket, definitely needing one of those.

"Hi, baby! Hold on, let me go check the fridge," Harry said as he answered the phone. "Florence! Do you need anything from the store?" he shouted up the stairs.

"Jesus, fuck, Harry! Move the phone next time," I flinched as he yelled, clearly not moving his phone away from his ear.

"Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to do that. Florence says she needs portabello mushrooms. 10ish should do," Harry opened the fridge and looked inside.

"What the fuck is a portabello mushroom?" I asked confused as I headed for the fruit and veggies section.

"Them white mushrooms she always cooks with. Think the underside of the cap is brown? Oh, we need almond milk," Harry mused as he shook the last carton that was in there.

"If I end up buying the wrong ones and they turn out to be mega poisonous, it's not my fault," I put my phone between my ear and shoulder as I grabbed a bag and shook it out before plopping some mushrooms down into it.

"Pretty sure they don't sell poisonous foods at the store, babe," Harry chuckled as he headed back to his spot on the couch.

Dropping the bag into the basket, I grabbed my phone properly again and went to get the milk. "But you're not 100% certain. I rest my case," I smiled as I grabbed three cartons of milk. "I'm just about done, so talk when I get home?" I said as I headed to grab a few bags of crisps and some chocolates.

"Yeah, alright. Drive safe," Harry told me, making me smile as always.

"Of course. Love you," I replied before hanging up. Heading to the checkout, I grabbed a magazine with Harry's face on it - very curious to read about how our relationship was doing lately.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" a young lady asked suddenly, making me jump a bit as I finished packing up the things I'd bought.

"Emm, I don't think so?" I replied and gave her a polite smile before walking towards the exit.

"No, I think I do," the lady said and followed me. "Oh wait! I know! You're that girl who's with that boy and girl! Fucking slag," she spat out, following me the whole way to the car.

I didn't say anything as I unlocked the car and put the bags in the back.

"It's so obvious you're just after their money. Let me guess? Got you this car did they? Can't even make your mind up about who you want... Greedy little gold-digging bitch,"

"Oh, fuck off," I muttered as I glared at her while going round to the drivers' side.

"You fucking swear at me?! You fucking cunt!" the lady screeched before I felt something warm splash all over front and side.

Gasping, I looked down and pulled my jumper as far away from my body as it allowed before I watched her run away. Staring at her in shock, I only looked away when I couldn't see her anymore.

Feeling my eyes welling up with tears and my bottom lip starting to tremble, I opened the car door and quickly got in - locking the car as soon as the door was shut. My hands were trembling as I grabbed the seat belt and buckled myself in. It was fine. Everything was fine.

Before I knew it I was pulling up in the driveway not really remembering anything about the drive here. Quickly wiping my face, I took a deep breath and got out of the car. Grabbing the bags from the back, I hurried inside.

"Hi, babe," Harry called out from the living room.

"Hi," I stuttered out, kicking off my shoes quickly and putting the bags down. My hands were still shaking. Hearing Harry getting up, I bolted up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't see the state of me or my jumper.

"Woah, where you going?" Harry asked as he looked up the stairs.

"Nothing!" I called back before realizing my mistake. Dashing into the bedroom, I grabbed the bottom off the jumper and took it off quickly before doing the same with my top.

"You okay?" Florence asked.

Letting out a little scream as I looked over and saw her on the bed. "Fuck. I'm fine," I replied shakily and walked towards the bathroom. "Fine, just need to clean up,"

"Wait, you sure you're okay?" Florence asked as she got off the bed, putting down the script she'd been rehearsing when Harry came in.

"I'm fine," I said just as a tear rolled down my cheek as I closed the door and locked it quickly.

"You're crying. Baby, what happened?" Florence asked as she walked over to the door quickly and tried opening it, looking confused back at Harry.

Harry just shrugged before he picked up the discarded clothing and looked at it. "There's coffee on these," he said and came up to the door too.

I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but check out my skin to see if it was red. It wasn't. The coffee had only been warm, not hot. Seeing a stain on my bra, I took that off too and grabbed my big, fluffy hoodie that I'd wear before bed to get cozy.

"Darling, what happened? Did someone spill their drink on you?" Florence asked, leaning against the wall.

More tears fell from my eyes. I cleared my throat. "No," I sniffled, grimacing as I saw myself. Turning away, I jumped up and sat on the bathroom counter. "Someone kind of threw it at me," I said quietly.

"What? Say again? Did you say someone threw it at you?" Harry asked, staring at the door, brows furrowed.

I clasped a hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut tightly as I tried to not cry.

"Open the door. Baby, please," Florence asked, testing the handle again.

"It's okay, I just need a minute. I didn't get burned or anything," I spoke up after taking a calming breath.

Harry clenched his jaw tightly as he closed his eyes while Florence walked over to the vanity and grabbed on her big flat earrings. "Baby, unless you tell me no I'm going to open this lock from the outside," she said and listened carefully.

I wanted to tell them to just go away and leave me alone but I also wanted them to close so I said nothing.

"Okay, I'm opening it," Florence said as she wedged the earrings into the slit on the lock and twisted it to unlock. She grasped the handle and opened the door slowly.

"Hi, baby," she spoke softly as she put the earring down next to me and put her hands on my arms.

I sniffled and wiped my face with my sleeve as I glanced at them both quickly before closing my eyes again. I couldn't bear to see how angry Harry was or how worried Flossie was.

"We need you to tell us what happened, okay? Did you say someone threw coffee at you?" she asked calmly.

I nodded.

"Where did this happen? At the store? Who threw it at you?" Florence rubbed my arms gently.

"It was at the store parking lot," I cried and wiped my eyes. "There was this lady and she didn't like me very much," I whispered.

"What lady? What did she say? Why the fuck would she throw her coffee at you?" Harry asked angrily.

I whimpered and grabbed onto Flossie.

Flo glared at Harry. "Calm down," she hissed before turning back to me. "It's okay. He's not mad at you, baby. I promise. What did this woman say to you?" she said as wiped away some of my tears.

"Just the usual stuff," I shrugged. "I'm a gold-digging whore who gets everything I want and I'm using you cause I can't even decide which one of you I want," I whispered tiredly, memories of past incidents flashing through my mind. I usually didn't take these people's words to heart cause I knew they weren't true and so did Harry and Flossie.

Harry made a noise and rubbed his hands together before crossing his hands over his chest.

"I don't mind the words, I just got scared when she threw the coffee you know? That's never happened before, and I didn't even know it was coffee at first. I just felt something warm and a million things went through my mind, thinking the worst," I rambled.

"Are you sure you didn't get burned? Can I have a look?" Florence asked gently, needing to check that first before unpacking everything else that woman had said.

I nodded and pulled up my hoodie. It was all over my front and side," I told her as I sniffled.

Harry walked over, biting down on his lip as he searched my skin for any sign of irritation.

"I can't see anything so that's good," Florence said as she pulled the hoodie back down. "Come on, let's go cuddle,"

Wiping my face with my sleeve, I held her hand as I jumped down from the counter and followed her into the bedroom. Getting under the blankets I snuggled as close to her as I could, letting the scent of her perfume, her warm touch, and the sound of her breathing calm me down.

"Harry, come lie down," Florence said gently as she looked at him, watching him pace back and forth.

Harry stopped his pacing and looked at Florence. "Shouldn't we be calling the police or something? Try and figure out who this lady is?!" he asked frustrated and angry.

"I'll call our solicitor in a bit and she'll take it from there. Come lie down," Florence said a matter of factly and held out her hand. "Come on,"

Harry let out a frustrated grunt as he walked over to the bed and got in. "You know what she said isn't true right? That we don't think that?" he said as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

Pressing a kiss to Florence's neck, I turned around so I was facing Harry. "Yeah. I know," I whispered as I nudged his nose with mine.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't there with you, I'm sorry it happened. Never letting you out of my sight again," he said, pulling me as close as physically possible.

"I love you too," I sniffled, smiling as Florence moved in a bit closer too, trapping me in a cuddle sandwich.

She pulled the blankets up higher over me and Harry before resting her arm over us both.

"I left the almond milk in the bags in the hallway. We should put it away," I said after a bit of silence.

Harry shook his head, holding on tighter. "Fuck the almond milk,"

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i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

[rachaelswrites]

TikTok, Boys, and Milkshakes

Chapter 3: Visitor

Fast-food worker!Jaeden Martell x Actress!Evans!reader

It had been three weeks since you last saw Jaeden. You had only been an two more dates and you hoped you’d be able to see him again soon but his family left on a last minute trip to Disney just five days ago. The morning after your first date, he called you to tell you the news. Of course, as a huge Disney fan, you were extremely jealous and joked around, seeing if he could squeeze you into his suitcase. He wasn’t able to, but he promised to bring you back a souvenir. 

Since he left, you haven’t been doing much. You’ve been focusing on school, trying to get as much done as you could before you had to go and film. Your agent had told you that you were a top contender for a new movie being filmed in L.A later in the year and you’d probably be busy for a while. 

~~~~~

You found your school work boring and you felt unmotivated so you decided to go on instagram lives during your study sessions. You would talk and answer people’s questions every once in a while. You did this a few times before and all your fans loved it so you thought it’d be nice to do it again. 

“Hey it’s been a while since I went live on here but I’m back,” you said, setting up your desk with your homework, “I’m just gonna be doing homework and you guys can talk to me or ask questions and I’ll try to answer.”

Already, most questions involved either, your dad, new projects, or Jaeden. You forget that you never talked about your dates with him. You had gotten too caught up in other stuff to update your fans. 

“For all those asking, yes, my date with Jae went well and we’ve been on a few more since then. He’s on vacation now but things are going good,” you said. Even though you liked to keep your followers updated on your life, you had to find a balance of privacy as well. People already knew his account and knew that you had the biggest crush on him but you still wanted to keep the details on the down low.

You scanned a few more of the comments and one caught your eye, Oh my gosh is that his sweatshirt Y/n?????

You looked down and realized you were wearing Jaeden’s zip up. It was very clearly oversized and had the MarbleHill high school logo, a school you didn’t go to. You totally blanked when you put it on this morning. The Boston weather was getting colder this time of year and you grabbed the first jacket you could find this morning. 

“Yeah, he gave it to me after our first date when I was cold. He’s a gentleman. He even walked me to my car,” you said. Everyone was now filling the comments with heart emojis or puppy dog eyes, “I know, I know,” you said, “Enough of my love life. I have homework to do now.”

You worked for an hour and then got bored. Jaeden had been sending you photos and videos from Disney and you were anxious to see what he was showing you. 

You logged off Instagram and put your school stuff away. You grabbed your other laptop and brought it downstairs so you could watch tv with your dad.

“Study hard?” he asked. He was laying on the couch reading a book with Dodger at his feet. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I got all my English and most of my science done,” you flopped onto the couch on the other side of Dodger, using him as an armrest as you opened your laptop, “Now I just have to go over this script.”

“What’s it for?” your dad asked. He was always so nosey when it came to your acting stuff. 

“Just a minor role in a show. Joan wants me to read it to see if I’m interested in it,” you said. 

“You could just not read it and take a break for a bit,” your dad said, looking over at you. You were too busy reading your screen to look up, “Joan wouldn’t know any different you know.”

“Yeah but it’s a good opportunity,” you said back. 

“So is every single role Y/n. Don’t burn yourself out so early in your career,” he said. 

“It’s Netflix though. That’s big.”

“Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. It’s your career and I trust that you know yourself and your limits but it’s nice to take breaks every once in a while. You just got back from filming in Vegas for three months. I’d like to have my daughter home for more than four weeks.”

You took your eyes off the screen of your laptop and looked at your dad, “I’ll think about it dad,” you went back to your screen and continued reading. 

“What’s Jaeden up to?” Chris asked, changing the subject. 

“He’s still at Disney. He should be coming back soon I think. Probably by the end of the week,” you said, “Why are you asking?”

Chris shrugged, “Just wondering what my daughter’s boyfriend is up to. That’s all.”

“He’s not my boyfriend dad,” you replied. You wish he was. He was perfect. 

“Yet,” he said, raising his eyebrows. 

You nodded in agreement, “Yet.”

Chris knew exactly what Jaeden was up to right now. He was on a plane, heading back to Boston. 

When you had first told him about Jaeden, Chris followed him on Instagram and messaged him, wanting to know a little bit more about him. Then, after your date, Jaeden messaged him to let him know how amazing his daughter was. From that moment, Chris knew Jaeden and would trust him with your life. They two kept in contact so Chris knew about Jaeden’s trip. They planned for him to come back and have dinner at the house as soon as he returned, which was tonight. 

~~~~~

Tonight was your night to walk Dodger so you left the house before your dad made dinner so you could get back when it was ready. Rather than walk, Dodger wanted to run so you had to run besides him to keep up. Running was not your thing, neither was exercising (which is one of the main reasons you stayed away from action movies) so by the time you returned home, you were a panting and sweaty mess. 

“I’m never walking that dog again!” you yelled from the foyer as you took off your shoes and jacket. 

Chris laughed from the kitchen, “Hope you’re hungry then Peanut.”

“Of course I am,” you said, making your way to the kitchen, “What are you making?” you asked. You were expecting your dad to be showing off his cooking skills but you stopped in your tracks when Jaeden popped up, holding up several bags and a drink carrier from Teddie’s Place. 

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THE SECRET - part two of three

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

Words: 5,597

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

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Raising Suspicions

You stumbled across the hallway of the apartment building in a haste just as you threw the jumper over your head.

Whilst you hadn’t discussed with Cillian what you would do now that you both admitted your feelings for each other, it was obvious to you that, ideally, you would need to keep your relationship secret until filming for Season 6 was finished.

The last thing you wanted is to be seen as the young actress who is sleeping her way up the ladder, being involved not only with the lead actor but also one of the producers of the show. You didn’t want any favouritism nor did you want people to get the wrong idea about you and Cillian. You truly and deeply cared for him and you could see yourself with him long term. You were falling in love with him.

You also realised that it wouldn’t look good for Cillian either if he was publicly involved with someone your age, someone he works with. With that being said, you knew that, eventually, if this was going to last, you would have to deal with some backlash because of your age gap. But things were too fresh, too new and too personal to be dealing with this now.  

With these thoughts on your mind, you inserted the key into the door of your apartment quietly in the hope that your roommate Emma would not notice that you were gone.

To your disappointment, she was sitting at the kitchen table eating her cereal just as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

‘Good Morning Sunshine’ Emma said with the biggest grin on your face as you walked into the door.

‘Uhm, Good Morning’ you said shyly.

‘So where are you coming from huh?’ she asked, still grinning at you.

‘Just got up early to go for a walk’ you said, your cheeks flushing. You were an actor but you were still terrible at lying.

‘In the same clothes that you were wearing last night? Interesting’ Emma said sheepishly.

‘I just, yeah…put them on quickly this morning’ you said with embarrassment and in a tone that would usually constitute a question. The truth was, you didn’t know how to respond to Emma’s comment.

‘Come here Y/N, have some coffee and tell me about your walk’ she soon said after you were about to walk into your bedroom.

Surprised by her comment, you agreed and sat down next to her.

‘What’s that?’ she asked, looking at you and grinning even more than earlier.

‘What’s what?’ you asked with curiosity. You had no idea what she was talking about.

‘Turn to the side’ she said as she pulled aside your jumper.

‘You are making me nervous Em’ you said just as Emma assessed your neck.

‘I fucking knew it’ she shouted all of a sudden.

‘Knew what?’ you asked.

‘Finn left early last night and Natasha wondered why. I had some ideas and, obviously, I was right going of the giant hickey on your neck’ Emma said, grinning heavily.

Emma’s comment caused you to spit some of your coffee back into your cup. You were shocked. Did she really think that you were sleeping with Finn? This was a disaster.

‘Emma, there is nothing between me and Finn’ you explained. ‘Nothing at all’ you added.

‘Sure, if you say so. you have to go now, you will see you on set?’ Emma said.

‘Sure’ you said laughing.  ‘But I am serious Em, there is nothing between us’ you added. You couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you were sleeping with Finn.

Emma ignored your last comment and gave you a wink before she left.

You had quick shower as soon as she left and, shortly thereafter, made your way to set as well.

Your first stop was always the make up artist. You hated wearing a lot of make up but it was part of the job.

As you arrived, you noticed Cillian sit there, shirtless. He was getting his Tommy Shelby tattoos applied.

‘Hi’ Cillian said with a smile as he saw you.

��Hi’ you responded shyly with a smile.

The silence between you was awkward as you were surrounded by the make up artists.

‘Sorry Cillian, we should probably take Y/N to another room while we get the tattoos on’ the make up artist said, concerned about the inappropriateness about him sitting next to you shirtless.

‘I don’t mind Alison. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me naked before’ he laughed, causing the make up artist to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

‘Oh, she has?’ she asked surprised, looking at you with her eyes full of questions. You shuck your shoulders in response, wondering where Cillian was going with this.

‘I am not sure where your mind was going Alison, but we had a scene together a few weeks ago’ Cillian laughed.

‘Oh right. Of course’ she giggled, her cheeks flushing. Little did she know that you’ve seen so much more than just his bare chest.

After the awkwardness was cleared, you sat down next to Cillian with a grin on your face while the make up artist applied your make up.

Just as the make-up artist finished the foundation on your face, she noticed the bruise on your neck.

‘Well, we have to cover this up too, turn your head to the left please’ she said, giggling, causing to Cillian to laugh.

‘Whoever gave this hickey to you, tell him to be gentler next time. It’s hard to cover up without staining the white blouse’ the make-up artist said, still giggling.

‘I will sure tell him’ you said firmly, looking over at Cillian.

‘I wonder if he will listen, eh’ Cillian said sheepishly putting on his Tommy accent, causing the make-up artist to laugh.

‘Yeah, I wonder’ you said.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s make up and tattoos were finished and he left you to be with the make-up artist Alison.

‘See you on set Y/N’ he said with a smile just as he left.

‘He was in a good mood. He must be good to work with’ Allison said to you.

‘He is, I enjoy working with’ you said shyly.

‘I am sure you do’ Allison said with a little giggle. Little did you know that Cillian was carrying marks on his body which, in some way, were matching yours and she certainly had her suspicious.

Filming Continues

The scenes that day were uneventful and you got to spend an hour together with Cillian for lunch.

As much as he would have liked you to stay over that night and any other night for this matter of fact, it was impossible to do this without raising suspicions.

Therefore, over the course of another ten days, you only spent a few hours here and there together and, whilst you managed to be intimate with each other, time for it was limited.

You appreciated Cillian’s patience. After more than week, you still haven’t slept with each other and, ideally, you wanted the timing to be right. You didn’t want to simply stay an hour and then having to leave, but you thought about it. You thought about it a lot, every time you were intimate with each other.

Little did you know that the thoughts about him making love to you would heighten and intensify very soon and you would no longer be able to resist despite his willingness to wait.

Cillian and you were in his trailer on set getting ready for your next scene together which was the re-take of the intimate scene between Tommy Shelby and his love interest Yvette.

‘Did I tell you that Emma still thinks that I am sleeping with Finn’ you said quietly.

‘That explains everything’ Cillian laughed, knowing that Emma had been giving Finn some hints concerning you and what you like throughout the last couple of days and Finn asked Cillian if he knew what Emma was on about.

‘I know that Emma has been speaking to Finn’ you laughed.

‘She sure has been. You know, it will be difficult to keep this a secret for another three months Y/N, in particular since you live with Emma. And I really want to spend some more time with you’ Cillian said, just as he leaned in to give you a kiss.

‘I know Cilly, but how bad would it look if we were together on set?’ you asked as your lips drifted apart.

‘I agree. I was just making an observation and I love spending time with you, that’s all’ he said, cupping your face, just as you heard a knock on the trailer.

‘Ready in ten’ the set assistant said.

‘Are you ready to film this scene again?’ he asked, his hands on the sides of both your arms.

You nodded, shyly and nervously.

‘Good. You will be fine. Just relax, alright?’ Cillian said with reassurance before he gave you another kiss.

‘I will try’ you said shyly.

‘Just ignore the cameras and focus on us’ he said. You certainly felt more comfortable this time around. You were familiar with each other’s bodies and touch and you trusted him entirely.

You both walked to set together, each wearing a white robe. The director could tell that you were relaxed and felt reassured by your confidence this time around as he called in the set assistant.

The set was closed and only one set assistant was allowed in. She was quick to take both of your robes and allowed you and Cillian to get into position.

Cillian and you could barely keep a serious face while he climbed on top of you. The awkwardness was gone, but you still felt embarrassed in a different way. You worried that the director would notice the obvious attraction between you.

When the director called action, Cillian’s lips met yours, slowly and passionately. The kiss was not even an act, it was real and it looked real.

You looked into each other’s eyes as you pretended to make love. Of course, the scene was an act, your movements pretend, but the passion between you was real.

Your hands touched his skin comfortably and his lips trailed kisses down your neck, which was clearly not part of the script.

It wasn’t long until Cillian and you completed the scene and the set assistant handed you both a dressing gown.

It took no more than one take and the director got more than he had bargained for. A fair amount of unscripted material.

You stood up, covering yourself with the gown, but you observed that Cillian remained seated, covered by the bed sheets.

‘Are you alright?’ you whispered.

‘Yes, just needing a minute to think about something…uhm…not nice’ he whispered back with a slight laugh.

You giggled and walked over to the director to see whether he got everything that he needed.

‘We got it Y/N. It’s very good. You guys have great chemistry’ the director said proudly.

‘I am glad’ you said before excusing yourself.

Cillian left the set shortly after you. Obviously, he had calmed down.

‘Did this ever happen to you before?’ you giggled quietly as he followed you to the change rooms.

‘Most defiantly not and as much as I like working with you, I am glad that we do not have another scene like this soon’ Cillian said with a laugh.

Filming this scene with him sent shivers down your spine as well, in the most pleasurable way imaginable. You were prepared to go further. You wanted him, for real.

Unfortunately, for you, the following day, Cillian was flying to Dublin for the weekend as filming paused every so often. It was his mother’s birthday and, of course, he had to visit her.

You had scenes on to be filmed at night that day and knew that you wouldn’t get much time with him. Taking things further would need to wait until he comes back.

Just before he left for the airport, you went to see him.

‘I was thinking that I could stay over Sunday evening when you get back?’ you suggested.

‘I would love that. But what about Emma?’ he asked.

‘She’s going out with her sister to some kind of cabaret show. She is visiting from France and staying in a nearby hotel’ you said.

‘It’s date then’ Cillian said before kissing you gently. ‘I will miss you’ he added.

‘I will miss you too’ you said, kissing him again and before saying goodbye.

Making Preparations

You were determined that Sunday was the day and you decided that, on Saturday, you would spend the day shopping for something nice to wear and fill your script for the pill.

You never bothered with contraception because you weren’t in a relationship but, now that things were getting more serious with Cillian, you thought that it be timely to make some arrangements.

Finding some nice lingerie was easy. You went with black lace lingerie and matching hold up net stockings.

After spending an hour at the lingerie shop, you made your way to the pharmacy to fill your script.

There was some wait for filling scripts and, as it was finally your turn, the pharmacist asked you some intrusive questions.

He advised you that, since you have never taken this medication before, you would also need to use condoms for contraception for the first two weeks. Accordingly, the aisle with the condoms was your next stop before check out.

So much to choose from, you thought when you looked at all of the different boxes. Your face was flushing and you were somewhat embarrassed.

You eventually grabbed a box and made your way to the check out and, as if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you walked into Emma and her sister.

She greeted you and, of course, noticed what you were carrying in the small red pharmacy shopping basket. A packet of your prescription pill and a box of condoms.

You wanted to sink into the floor right then and there.

‘Looks like you are all set’ Emma laughed noticing the contents of your shopping basked and the lingerie shop bag that you were carrying.

‘I think this has officially become awkward’ you said before you introduced yourself to Emma’s sister.

‘It’s only awkward because you and Finn are both keeping it a secret’ she whispered so that her sister wouldn’t hear.

‘Em, it’s not Finn. I am not seeing Finn’ you said, causing her to ponder. If not Finn, who were you seeing?

Emma decided to let it go and drill you about it another time when you were alone together. It was inappropriate to discuss relations with other cast members when her sister was around.  

Emma then asked whether you would like to join her and her sister for dinner late that evening and you agreed.

You met them at a local pub at 5.30pm and had a couple of pints of beer and something to eat.

The beers quickly made their way to your bladder and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

As you came back, Emma informed you that you had a missed call from Cillian.

‘Oh right, did you pick up?’ you asked shyly.

‘No, why would I pick up your phone?’ Emma asked laughing.

‘Hang on, Cillian as in Cillian Murphy?’ Emma’s sister asked, causing you to nod.

‘Why does he call you on the weekend?’ Emma asked.

‘I don’t know. I will call him back later’ you said, your face beginning to flush again.

Your flushed cheeks soon turned into bright red when Emma’s sister told you that she has a crush on Cillian. This is when the conversation became very awkward.

‘Perhaps Y/N can introduce you’ Emma said jokingly.

‘Oh god, I would probably faint’ her sister said, causing you to become rather quiet.

‘He’s good looking, but he’s also twice your age’ Emma said.

‘Age is just a number’ her sister responded sheepishly as you sat there quietly and uncomfortably just as a text message from Cillian popped up on your phone.

You grabbed your phone quickly before Emma had a chance to read the content of the message preview on your phone and texted back.

‘Text him that you met a nice French lady who you would like to introduce to him’ Emma said sheepishly.

‘Would you guys stop it’ you said somewhat embarrassed.

‘No need to be so offended, we are just joking’ Emma said. ‘It’s almost like you’ve got a crush on him yourself’ she giggled, causing your cheeks to flush again.

‘We are working together’ you said shyly before finishing up your beer.

‘And texting each other on your days off’ Emma said with a grin as she saw another text message pop up on your phone.

‘Yes, about work’ you said.

‘You are easy to tease Y/N. I am just mucking around. He’s twice your age. But then again, according to my sister, age is just a number so you could probably join the back of the queue of women on set who want to get their hand on Mr Murphy’ Emma said laughing.

‘There is a queue?’ you laughed.

‘Oh god yes, I can tell you of at least one other actress and four crew members who want a bit of Tommy Shelby’ Emma laughed.

‘Good to know’ you said, just as another text message popped up.

‘Or you could go straight to the front of the queue’ Emma laughed when she looked at your phone.

After a few more minutes, your food finally arrived and you changed the topic of the conversation.

The evening went fast and, overall, you had a good time with Emma and her sister.

Going all the way

After a good night’s sleep, Sunday had finally arrived and you spent the day reading and rehearsing your scripts, going to the gym and talking to your parents in France.

At 4pm you went to have bath and get ready to see Cillian. You put on some light make up, curled your hair and put on your lingerie.

On top of the lingerie, you wore a simple black cotton wrap dress which comes undone in an instant. Very practical you thought.

Just after Emma had left to meet her sister, you put on your sandal heels and sneaked out of your apartment with a small handbag.  

You walked down the corridor towards Cillian’s apartment quietly as you were always very nervous that you could be seen by other crew or cast members.

After nocking on his door, you waited for a minute or two before he opened.

‘Hi’ you said shyly as Cillian let you inside.

‘You are early’ Cillian responded, greeting you with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. He clearly just stepped out of the shower.

‘Yes, I sneaked out just after Emma left’ you explained before giving Cillian a passionate kiss and putting your small handbag onto the floor.

‘Smart move. Would you like some wine?’ he asked after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.

You got rid of your heels while Cillian poured each of you a glass of wine and complimented you on your outfit before excusing himself in order to put on some clothes.

‘Don’t’ you said as Cillian was walking towards the clothes cabinet.

‘Don’t what?’ he chuckled.

‘Don’t bother putting on some clothes’ you said, causing Cillian’s eyebrows to raise.

‘Alright? No clothes then’ he said with some curiosity and, in that moment, you unwrapped your black dress, letting it drop to the floor and revealing your black lace lingerie.

You had never worn anything like this for a man and, whilst you tried hard to look seductive, the expression on your face highlighted your shyness.

Cillian’s chin dropped as he saw you. He was lost for words and simply walked over to you and pressed his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, he brought you against his hard body, his erection trapped between you, and not having looked, but being able to feel it, you gasped.

‘Oh wow, that didn’t take long’ you giggled. ‘I take it that you like what you are seeing Mr Murphy’ you smirked as you ran his hand over his hard cock.

‘I do’ he whispered before pressing his lips back onto his. He was surprised by his reaction on set and now, right here with you.

In his mind, he admitted that, over the past week or so he wanted nothing more than to sleep with you. But, being the gentleman he was, he would never have pressured you into it.

Little did he know that you came over to his place with an intention that night.

‘Cillian?’ you asked nervously as you reached for your bag after you broke the kiss.

‘Yes? Are you alright?’ he asked, noticing your nervousness as you roamed around in your small handbag.

You nodded and took hold of the box of condoms you bought yesterday and handed it to him.

Cillian’s eyes widened as you placed the box into his hands.

‘You know there is no rush with this. I am happy to wait Y/N’ he said reassuringly.

‘I know. But I want you to sleep with me Cillian, please’ you said, causing Cillian to take a deep breath.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked again.

‘I am sure’ you said before pressing your lips onto his again.

In that moment, Cillian picked you up, lifting your feet of the floor and carrying you through the door to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him with his heel, all while his lips never left yours.

You smiled at him tenderly, nuzzling his chin as you crossed the room.

He laid you down on the bed, being exceedingly careful with you in doing so. It's the care he takes with you that made you feel sure about your decision to take this next step.

You cupped Cillian's cheek as he worked his hands over the back of your bra, unclipping it and taking it off.

While kissing you passionately, your lace panties followed soon after. Both pieces of lingerie soon ended up far on the other side of the room.

‘God you are beautiful’ he whispered as he pulled away his towel, leaving you both bare in front of each other.

Him looking at you like you are the only woman in the world was heady and made you tremble a bit as you scooted into the centre of the mattress. Your cheeks betrayed your feelings, turning pink while you watched him climb right next to you.

His fingertips ran over the skin of your stomach, giving rise to goosebumps. They travelled up and onto your ribs to cup one of your breasts and push it up making it look fuller than it was.

Cillian leaned down and took that nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the rosy peak. It was a slow process and the entire time you felt movement, the air was filled with your breathy groan. You leaned in his direction, so he didn’t have to go as far as he continued to bat the bud of your breast with his tongue.

‘You drive me crazy, you know that?’ Cillian said when he finally stops teasing you.

‘I want you so badly Cillian. Please’ you moaned as he pulled you closer, his cock pressing into your belly.

‘Slow, Y/N. Trust me. You need to take it slow’ he said, knowing that, if he was to proceed directly to the main event, he would hurt you quite a fair bit. Whilst he didn’t expect to have to do any of this again at his age, he was experienced enough to understand how this may play out.

Just as you were sharing another kiss, you put your hand on his bare hip. Though you've wanted this moment, you suddenly were not feeling bold enough to go straight to where you would be sure he wanted your hand to be.

Your blunted nail ran over the protrusion of his hip bone, and Cillian shuddered in response, biting down gently on your shoulder while he trailed kisses down your neck.

At the same time, you trailed your touch over his stomach and up to his chest while his mouth wandered back to your breasts.

The way his lips worked over your chest created a want in you—a want to feel the member that's pulsing against your abdomen and your hand immediately sought it out.

You were light in your touch at first, your fingertips grazing over the veins and ridges of his shaft, as you cherished the noises he made.

He felt warm and his tip was moist from the precum that had already pooled there.

You loved stroking him and, at the same time, every kiss, nip and suck from him on your breasts began to pool in between your legs.

It wasn’t long until Cillian rolled you onto your back making you squeal and giggle breathlessly at the surge of strength. You liked knowing that he can throw you around like this.

In this position, Cillian soon got in between your legs, and you could see the head of his cock near your mound...and then he moved and the tip of him touched your clit making you whimper. His cock barely brushed you and you were so ready just from that small touch.

You ran your hands through his hair and pulled gently at the strands, trying to silently beckon him inside you.

‘Y/N, slow down’ Cillian chuckled before kissing you again gently.

His lips trailed down your neck again and back to your chest, lavishing your breasts with attention. Each nipple is worshiped separately making you mewl and pant.

He was clearly teasing you and you were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Then both your nipples are left to the cold air. He's moved lower to your stomach, his slight stubble tickling your sensitive skin, and as soon as he realised it made you squirm, he purposefully ran his chin along your abdomen, moving lower still.

Within seconds, his slippery tongue touched your clit and you moaned loudly, trying to scramble back across the bed. It felt almost too good, too intense, just like the last time when he made you come with his tongue and fingers.

Cillian grumbled and pulled you back by your hips. He laid a heavy arm over your stomach to hold you still and lowered his head once more to lick your most private area.

Your eyelids fluttered closed as you could feel his lips suck and pull gently at your folds.

The alternation of a gentle pointed tongue and a broad hard stroke was driving you wild. Your hands gripped the deep navy bedspread, pulling at the fabric to find some outlet for the wave of sensations you was being saddled with.

‘Cillian, fuck…Please you need to stop. I want to cum with you inside of me’ you moaned. You knew that you were going to come soon if he kept this up.

But, there was no need to tell him, he knew by the sound of your moans and the rest of your body language that you were close.

His tongue movements soon slowed down and he lifted his head.

‘You are so inpatient, you know that’ he grinned as he moved up to give you a kiss.

You could taste your juices on his lips as your tongues danced in sync with each other.

Just as your lips drifted apart, he lifted himself up onto his knees and reached for the pack of condoms which he had earlier placed on the bedside table.

You bit your lip in anticipation and watched him put the condom on his hard cock. It must have been one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen.

Just as he leaned down again and positioned himself in between your legs, you took in a deep breath.

‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ he asked as his deep blue eyes looked into yours.

‘Yes, I am sure’ you smiled and, just like this, you could feel the head of his cock against your entrance.

‘Tell me if I hurt you and I will stop, alright?’ Cillian said reassuringly as he began to enter you with his thick cock.

You could feel yourself being stretched by him, slowly, inch by inch and it did hurt, a lot.

‘Oh god, stop, don’t move’ you said as you adjusted to his size and he obliged to your request, holding still with half of his cock buried inside of you.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked concerned and you nodded, pressing against him a little to indicate to him to keep going.

You held your breath as a further inch or two of his length entered you.

He held still for another moment before he pushed more of his length inside of you carefully.

Holding still he looked for cues on your face to see whether you are still in pain.

When you gave him a nod, he knew he could keep going. And just like this, Cillian smiled at you softly and lowered his head.

‘I am sorry’ he said quietly and gently.

‘Don’t be’ you said just as you pressed your lips onto his.

Your lips moved in tandem, the faint taste of yourself still in his mouth as your tongues mingled, and, before you knew it, his hips hit the back of your legs. He was fully inside of you and that feeling you had of being empty is gone along with the pain.

You had adjusted to his size and began to relax. Your body was no longer tense and feeling him like this felt incredibly good.

You squeezed your muscles round him testing how you felt and he inhaled sharply in response.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned at the sensation.

‘What?’ you giggled.

‘You are just very tight’ he responded.

‘I thought that’s a good thing?’ you said.

‘It is. It’s nice and you feel incredible’ he said as his head dropped to your shoulder and you cupped the back of his head, kissing his temple.

Feeling your body being totally relaxed, Cillian knew that he could start moving inside of you now.

He started as a gentle lover, withdrawing from you leaving you trying to chase after him with your hips. Then dipping back inside of you, causing you to moan loudly every time he renters you.

His thrusts soon became firmer and steadier and your body soon went into overdrive.

You felt the need to move so you writhe beneath Cillian’s hard body, your hands roaming as his pace quickens.

His teeth grazed your neck and your body was covered in goosebumps as he closed them and sucked at your skin. There's nothing you can do but to grasp at him, your freshly manicured nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts come hard and fast.

There are wet noises coming from you as your bodies join, reminding you of his tongue on you minutes before. You wished you could feel both at the same time, his cock and his tongue, and the idea fuels the desire in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping Cillian from pulling out of you too much because you hate how you feel when he does.

Cillian has let go of his worry that he might hurt you, at least for the time being. He pounded you with reckless abandon, grunting and groaning into your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as you listen to him, letting his excitement carry you to your orgasm. There's something about the guttural nature of his noises that turned you on enough that when he shifted and his pubic bone brushed your clit, it sent you over the edge with a scream of pleasure.

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes’ you shrieked repeating the word every time he hit deep within you. Your walls closed in around him, trying to usher him to his own orgasm.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ he hissed, his steady thrusts hitting harder than ever, making you squeal.

With a loud shout Cillian entered you one last time and stills. You could feel his cock twitch as he released his seed. His chest heaved with every breath as he collapsed on top of you, unceremoniously sliding from you as he did.

‘Fuck, this was nice’ you said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘It was, very nice’ he laughed just as he reached down to take off the condom and dispose of it discreetly.

‘Are you feeling alright?’ Cillian asked as he returned from the bathroom.

‘Yes, more than alright. In fact, what do you think about round two?’ you asked.

‘It would be my pleasure’ Cillian smiled before kissing you gently, his hands roaming over your body once again.

‘I think we will need lots of coffee on set tomorrow’ you giggled.

‘Yes, I would say so if you make me keep going all night’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Oh I will make you keep going all night Mr Murphy’ you said with determination.

[genshin-obsessed]

My (f/n) | Zhongli x Reader

Hello! This was originally a collab idea from a friend between like 5 people. The friend who suggested the collab pulled out and idk about others lmao so it might just be me. BUT I COMMITED AND DELIVERED SO! Cuz I’m responsible and amazing💖 anyway. It’s a reincarnation AU! Banner made by 🎭 anon! Thanks to @squeaky-ducky and @solies-scripts for helping me edit this💖

Extra sidenotes: Your previous self’s vision is pyro but you can choose whatever for the reincarnated version even tho it’s not mentioned. Also, Yehara and Lilith are my OCs (yes... more)

Length: 2.1k Summary: Zhongli loves and cherishes you above all else. One day, you’re snatched away from him and the world turns black for him. Yet somehow, a thousand years later, he sees you again.

The bright sun beamed down at the land below, illuminating everything in a golden glow. Zhongli stepped out into the light and closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

Days like these were beautiful but they became a blessing all thanks to one person. A smile graced Zhongli’s beautiful features at the thought of them. His hand found its way onto his chest and he felt it steadily beat. He felt an overwhelming sense of serenity and it was all thanks to this person. You.

You, yourself, were a blessing in this archon’s life. He never thought he would ever feel like this. That he would ever feel love. What was love to archons? They usually loved the lands they resided over. The original archons held love for humanity and guided them.

For Zhongli, love was something of a general term. He loved the sun, the lands… today. But his love for you was something he couldn’t describe. Something the man of wondrous knowledge couldn’t understand.

Zhongli came to realize that love wasn’t something that could be easily explained nor did it need to be. Love gave him overwhelming happiness, so why bother trying to understand every aspect of such a beautiful idea.

The Geo archon walked through the city of Liyue and although he felt great joy, there was also a certain uneasiness. He paused and touched his chest once more as the anxiety grew.

Ultimately, the man ignored it, unable to find the root cause of such dread. He instead opted to find you, so you could settle his nerves a little.

***

“Zhongli!” You beamed once you saw him. He chuckled as you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his slim figure.

“You’re rather excited today,” he commented as he hugged back, “what brought on such elation?”

“Hmm, a very pretty man.” You said, cheekily. There it was, that smile of yours washed away any and all discomfort he felt.

“Oh, is that so? I’m quite jealous.”

“I wouldn’t be.” Zhongli chuckled once more as you leaned in and gave him a kiss. The sensation of your soft lips remained on his even after you’d pulled away. “What brings you here today?”

“I was thinking we could spend some time together. We could go for a walk, maybe set up a picnic since that’s what you wanted to do last time.”

“Really!? You’ll go on a picnic with me?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Your radiant smile was contagious as he found himself smiling in return.

“I’ll set it up!! It can be a late night picnic or- oh! Oh! Let’s watch the sunset! Then we can have our picnic. I’ll set up candles!” Your enthusiasm was always something Zhongli loved. It benefited him more than he could admit.

“Alright then. Where?”

“Our spot!” Zhongli teasingly tilted his head making you pout.

“What spot? I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Yes you do! Come on, Zhongli!” Zhongli leaned in and pecked your pouty lips before nodding.

“I do. Then I’ll meet you there?” You nodded with a bright smile.

“Yes! Exactly! I’ll have everything set up and I want it to be a surprise.”

Zhongli spent a little more time with you before he left, since you needed to prepare for the date. Only a few minutes after he’d left you, the anxiety returned. He touched his chest once more with furrowed brows. What was this?

***

You smiled as you started to place the items down onto the blanket. You’d been planning this picnic for weeks now and you finally had the chance to do it.

You set the cushions and small table you had brought, placing the candles and wine bottle. The food would remain in the basket to keep it safe from bugs since you had to wait quite a while. Hopefully your pyro vision was enough to keep it warm.

“Hello, are you (y/f/n)?” A soft voice called from behind. You turned around and saw a shy, but beautiful woman with long pink hair. The clothes she wore indicated she clearly wasn’t from here. She fidgeted with her hand, showing she was nervous.

“Um… who’s asking?”

“Ah, sorry! My name is Lilith but you can call me Lily. I was told you knew where I could find a um… Mr. Zhongli?”

Zhongli? Why was she looking for him? Finding her safe enough, you opted to direct her to your boyfriend rather than giving information about yourself.

“Oh, yes I do! He’s back in Liyue but you’ll find him at Wangshen Funeral Parlor.”

“Thank you so much!” But she didn’t leave. A giggle escaped her lips and she met your eyes, giving you a dreadful feeling.

“Y-yes?”

“So he’s not here with you… good.” In the blink of an eye, Lilith was in front of you. She threw you back causing you to fly into a tree. You let out a scream as your weakened body hit the ground. Pain shot through you and you weakly looked up at her.

“Wh-why…”

“Pitiful. You’d think he’d choose someone of his caliber but no. He chose someone weak and pathetic like you. Your pyro vision was wasted on you.” Woah, where did her soft voice and shy demeanor go?

“Zh-Zhongli…” you called out as Lilith picked you up and slammed you into the tree once more.

“Call him all you want. But he won’t get here in time.” Lilith repeatedly slammed you into the tree before a sickening crack was heard.

A weak whimper escaped your bloodied lips as the light faded from your eyes.

“H-help m-me… Zh… Zhong… li…” Lilith caught your limp body and picked you up. A wicked smile played on her lips as she walked to her destination.

***

It had happened all so suddenly. Zhongli was meeting an acquaintance to talk about his work at the funeral parlor when he felt a sharp, intense pain in his chest and back. He just knew.

He threw everything away, apologizing to his friend and practically sprinting to where you two were supposed to meet. There he was met with a grim sight.

The picnic had been set up almost completely, but the large tree behind it was covered in blood. The Geo Archon knew exactly who it belonged to. He finally noticed the letter sitting on the table.

Once he read it, he ran to the nearest Statue of the Seven in hopes of finding you and whoever took you. But it was too late. When he finally reached the statue, his heart shattered.

Your body was on top of the statue, laying across the lap of the stone man. Blood trailed down your arm that hung over the edge and dripped from your finger. Your lifeless eyes stared into nothingness, the final sign of your death.

A large pillar solidified in front of him and he quickly climbed up to get to you. Zhongli’s shaky hand slowly and hesitantly touched yours. Cold. You were so cold. Where was your usual warmth? Where was that dazzling smile that often chased away his sorrows? Where was the light in your eyes? Where was the joy you brought him?

“M-my… (f/n)...” he murmured in a sorrowful tone, “what’s… no. No, this isn’t happening.” He pulled you down and into his arms, wincing at how lifeless you were.

You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t have left him. He jumped down to the ground with you tightly in his arms. His eyes stung and his vision started to get blurry. Crying? An archon, crying? The tears slowly slid down his pale cheeks. His voice cracked when he spoke up.

“Wake up, my love. Please wake up.” He begged looking down at you. The blood trickled down your mouth, a clear sign you’d been killed recently. Within the hour, actually. “P-please blink… please wake up. Please come back to m-me. I just… I can’t do this without you. I…” what could he say? What could he do?

Zhongli had failed. He’d failed to keep you safe and alive. He’d vowed to always protect you and he vowed to never let you get hurt.

The tears spilled down his cheeks and the pain in his heart grew. He took your face in his free hand and took a good look at his consequence. At his failure.

“Tell m-me this is just s-some cruel joke, w-wake up and tell me this isn’t real. I-it’s just a n-nightmare, right? Right?” Zhongli held you tightly with his head pressed against your chest. Nothing. He heard nothing.

You never blinked, you never looked up at him with that adorable giggle, and you never exclaimed it was a joke.

You really were gone.

***

How many years ago was that now? Almost a thousand? Zhongli had never gotten over your death and how could he? His first and only lover had been ripped away from him and he still hadn’t found the murderer.

There had been a significant change in Zhongli since then. He was much more reserved and defensive but he was also very protective of anyone he came to call a friend. Ever since losing you, he found it hard to love and care for people the same way.

There was a constant emptiness, a loneliness that never left. No matter how many friends surrounded him, he always felt empty. Food and drinks were tasteless and the world lacked color. No smile matched yours, no warmth matched yours, and he never found a pair of dazzling eyes such as yours. And he was sure he’d never see them again… or so he thought.

“Zhongli! Are you coming?” Yehara asked, making the man look toward her.

“Oh, sure. Let’s go.” Zhongli had met Yehara a few years ago and had helped her during a commission. She hadn’t been doing so well and he’d practically saved her. Ever since then, she stuck to him like glue. Although he wasn’t terribly fond of her from the beginning, he grew to like her. Once they were close enough, Zhongli finally opened up about you and your death.

Yehara swore she’d help solve the murder and wouldn’t rest until he knew. Zhongli had grown much closer to her than he anticipated. The relationship gave him complicated feelings, ones he didn't want to even deal with.

At first, he wondered if he had feelings for Yehara or else why did he feel so comfortable with her? Why did he feel so safe? Why did he often find himself seeking her out when he felt alone? He was scared because you were long gone but for him it was just yesterday. Zhongli didn't want to move on, no matter how healthy it was. He only wanted you, nobody else. Not Yehara, not another archon, no one but you.

There were many things he felt with you that he didn’t with Yehara. Her smile didn’t light up his world, her laughter didn’t echo in his ears, her hugs didn’t leave him tingling, and her words never stayed with him for more than a minute.

There were many nights he spent thinking about himself and Yehara. Was he in love with her? It took some time, but he eventually came to the conclusion that didn’t. He hoped she didn’t either.

“Zhongli! Stop dozing off!” Yehara said, making him look down. He chuckled and patted her head, before looking away.

“Sorry, sorry. It won’t happen ag-” Zhongli stopped abruptly, his golden-orange eyes widened. No…

“Oh come on Zhongli, you just said this wouldn’t happen again.” Yehara huffed and followed his gaze. He was looking into a group of people but after a few moments, her red eyes widened as well.

A person, looking EXACTLY like you was smelling some flowers at a stall. You smiled and Zhongli’s heart sped up immediately.

“It’s them… that’s my (f/n)... I know it.” The archon whispered.

“That can’t be… I thought…” Yehara looked at Zhongli only to look back at you. The duo watched as you nodded and purchased the flowers and turned towards them. When your eyes landed on them you froze, almost as if you’d seen a ghost.

“They saw us.” Yehara gasped, bringing Zhongli out of his trance. You did. You were looking directly at him with the same look of shock. Without wasting any more time, you ran towards him and stopped right in front of them. Zhongli’s heart was beating out of his chest and he clenched his hands. Why were you looking at him like that?

“You’re… Zhongli, right? I’m (y/f/n)... I know you from my dreams.”

“Dreams?” Yehara asked and you nodded, giving her a soft smile. You were more beautiful than Zhongli had described. She could see why he was so infatuated.

“I began dreaming about you when I turned 20.” That was an odd coincidence, since you were 20 when he first asked you to be his.

“You… know me?”

“I do. I only know things from dreams and as dreams not memories… but since you’re here in front of me, there has to be some truth to them. So will you tell me more?” A smile of relief appeared on his lips and he nodded.

“Of course, anything for you… my (f/n).”

[junjungsunwoo]

We Are No More.

“ Whenever you need me, you act as if nothing happened. Don’t look for me as you please. There is no room for you anymore. This is already over” - Back 2 U, NCT 127.

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You were always told heartbreak was a horrible feeling, but you never really knew how much it really hurted- not until today.

Tags: @geniejunn, @daegalfangirl, @taemin-jaemin, @yeongwvnhi

Networks: @knet-bakery, @supermwritersnet, @k-dinernet​, @foreverkpop-net​, @kpop-script​

Warnings: quite a lot of profanities, mentions of cheating, reader and jaehyun has a pretty toxic relationship, heart break and break ups, if you see some please don’t hesitate to tell me!

A/N: This was written for my Feelings on Shuffle collab! Comments are greatly appreciated! I’d love to see what you guys think of this fic! Maybe if people enjoy this I might release a second part to this! :D

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Sitting at the edge of your window, you blankly stare into the gloomy skies outside. Your knees bent to your chest and you rested your head in your arms as you silently watched the rain outside fall to the ground and onto your window.

The room was silent. Not a single sound was heard other than the little sounds your clock is making and the sound of the rain hitting your window. Teared-up pictures of a once happy couple littered your floor, and the fainting musky scent of your now ex-boyfriend’s favorite cologne lingered in the cold, still air.

Without you realizing it, a single tear begins to run down your face, and soon more follow after it. You did nothing to stop the tears running down your face and you just let your cheeks get stained by the salty water drops. 

You could still remember all of the time you and he were still smiling and laughing together as if there were only the two of you in the world and how he would comfort you with his hugs and kisses, telling you how strong you were and how he was always there for you whenever you need comfort. 

With him, you felt like you were the happiest woman on the planet. He made you feel special. Like you were the only one in his eyes. You gave him everything he needed without hesitation. Everything- from food to clothes, to money- anything that he needed or wanted, you gave it to him.

You were so blinded by his sweet talks and illusions of so-called love that you never even suspected him. You believed him no matter what other people say, telling you how he was bad for you, and that you will only get hurt staying by him- you ignored all of their advice, saying that you knew what was best for you.

Well, clearly you didn’t. If you did know what was good for you, you wouldn’t be sitting on the window seat inside of your bedroom crying over your breakup with Jaehyun. If you knew that heartbreak would hurt so bad, you would have never dated Jaehyun. You would’ve never believed his sweet talks or his charming smile when he first started to court you.

The sudden ringtone of your phone breaks the comforting yet gloomy silence of the room. Your heart aches as you stare at the name of the caller.

“Babe”

You stare at the small profile picture that was shown on top of the contact name as more tears rush to your eyes.

It was a picture of you and Jaehyun smiling together- laughing together. You never noticed it but looking at the picture now, Jaehyun’s smile seemed so...fake.

There were no sparkles in his eyes like you’ve seen when he was laughing with his friends, and they were blank...as if they were dead. He smiled emptily, his dimples still showing but his eyes...his eyes were as if they held no emotions. 

You put down your phone once again, simply watching it until it finally stops ringing and a notification pops up onto your screen. 

You’ve got 1 voicemail!

You clicked on it.

[voicemail] - 1

“Uh...hey...y/n, it’s Jaehyun here. You didn’t pick up any of my calls and I don’t know if you’ve listened to my other voicemails yet but I’m here...again. I know what I did was...unforgettable, and honestly, I probably hate myself more than you hate me right now and GOD I was so fucking stupid. 

This probably is going to sound like bullshit to you- and I don’t blame you for thinking this way, but fuck...I miss you so fucking much. I miss when you would smile look at me with stars in your eyes. I miss all of the time when you would tell me you loved me, and fuck...I feel so stupid for never saying it back. 

I’m so fucking sorry y/n... I miss you so fucking much- please, I’m begging you- please just respond to me. I don’t care if it’s just a simple ‘hi’ or even a ‘fuck off’ but just please- don’t ignore me. I...I have so much I still want to tell you and I just want us to go back to the way we were before when I didn’t mess everything up.

I know that’s not going to happen anymore, but who’s gonna stop me from trying? Please y/n, just respond to me, please just stop ignoring me. I don’t care if you want to hit me or if you want to yell at me, just- as long as you talking to me, I’ll do anything.

Please y/n...I’m so sorry, please...just respond to me. I’m begging you. I miss you so fucking much…

Please.”

More and more tears begin to rush to your eyes and soon they begin to run down your cheek one by one. You missed him too, so badly. Wanting to do nothing more than to run back into his arms and hug it out saying ‘I miss you’ and ‘I forgive you’s over and over again.

But you know you shouldn’t. You’ve seen through everything now. How he was only using you for your money that you didn’t have much of to begin with, he used you for his own personal pleasure, he used you to show off to his friends to tell them how he’s got a “very obedient girlfriend who would do anything as long as he tells her to”. But not only that, but he was a liar- a cheater too.

You thought that nothing could ever hurt you anymore after the death of your mother but Jaehyun proved you wrong when you caught him in bed naked with an unfamiliar woman in his arms. 

Nothing pains you more than to hear Jaehyun calling you and sending you voicemails and texts every day. But now, your heartbreak pains you even more than Jaehyun’s pleas.

You still loved him. You never stopped loving him. Not even after knowing that he was such a jerk. 

You knew you could never forget him. He was just too perfect. With his dimples and sweet words, he’s got you under his love spell and you’ve got no way to escape even if you wanted to. Everything reminded you of him and you just couldn’t get him off your mind.

That was the price of loving him. You had put him before your own self. It made you turn blind to everything else that wasn’t him. It was toxic, you knew it was- but you couldn’t stop.

You knew that in order to forget about him, you need to cut him completely out of your life. So with your shaky hands, you picked up your phone when it began to ring once again.

Taking in a shaky breath, you click the glowing green button.

“He-hello? Y/n? Is-is that really you?” 

A deep voice emits from the other side of the device, his voice was shaky, and he stuttered from disbelief, not thinking that you would actually pick up.

“Finally! Oh my god- I’m so sorry-“

You cut him off coldly.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

You try your best to sound confident, trying your hardest to speak louder and clearer in hopes that he doesn’t realize how shaky and hoarse- evidence that proved that you were crying just seconds ago.

“Don’t look for me ever again. If you ever see me, please just turn the other way. We are no more.” 

You cut the call. Immediately your phone rings again, the once adored name and picture popping up once again now only bring pain to your heart.

Trying to not stop the phone, you denied the call before quickly blocking him preventing him from making another call. Before proceeding to block him on all of your other social media platforms.

Dropping your phone onto the floor, you let out a big sigh.

You did it.

You finally let him go.

But your heart’s gonna need a long time to heal from that heartbreak.

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

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He Falls In Love At First Sight ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You couldn’t hold back your groan as several drops of rain trickled down your back. You quickly ran towards the bus shelter just down the street noticing another person already stood under it with his coat above his head.

He smiled as you slid under, wiping the rain off of yourself. “It’s best to stay dry,” he mused, “I don’t remember seeing rain on the forecast when I left the house.”

You chuckled, brushing your hands through your damp locks of hair. “That’s probably what I get for taking my umbrella out of my bag really.”

You sat down beside him on the row of chairs once you’d dried yourself off. His eyes watched everything you did, very closely. “This might sound crazy, but do you ever think occasions like this happen for a reason?”

“It would be cool,” you replied, feeling his eyes stare across at you. “Do you think that’s why the heavens have decided to open? Judging by the way you’re looking at me.”

“I think they happen to create love at first sight. What do you think?”

Yoongi:

The nudge of Taehyung brought him out of his stare as he watched you walk around backstage. He’d seen many members of staff over the years, but there was something about you that instantly drew him towards him.

He glanced across at Taehyung who smirked back at him. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked him, “do you really believe that’s something that can happen?”

Taehyung’s head nodded, “it’s definitely something I believe in. The idea of seeing someone and knowing their the one straight away is interesting.”

Yoongi nodded, glancing back across at you again. “You might think I’m crazy, but I think I’ve just experienced it,” he sighed, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile yet again as he looked over at you.

“So, go and tell her,” Yoongi encouraged, pushing gently against his arm. “All you have to do is go over and say hello. You never know, she might just be the one.”

“I think she might be, I’ve never felt like this before, ever.”

Hoseok:

His eyes fell on you as soon as you were introduced as one of the new choreographers at the Big Hit studios. He decided to stay in the studio as you were shown around, unable to take his eyes off you as you danced.

One of the senior choreographers noticed Hobi hanging around at the end of your routine. “Have you met Y/N yet?” She asked him, walking over to introduce you.

His head shook, feeling his heartbeat quicken as you got closer and closer to him. “Hobi,” he smiled, offering his hand out for you to shake.

His eyes quickly fell on your smile as you took his hand, noticing the firm handshake you had. “I’ve heard a lot about you, apparently your one of the good dancers here, so hopefully we can work together soon.”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, struggling to keep his composure. “I’d like that,” he added, transfixed by your sight in front of him. “You were really good by the way…at dancing.”

“Oh, thank you. Hopefully one day you can show me a thing or two.”

Namjoon:

His head spun around as the studio door opened and you walked in. He looked across to the producer quizzically as you took a seat beside him. His jaw hit the floor as he watched you, finding his eyes studying your every move.

The producer chuckled at the expression on his face, “I’m guessing you’ve not met Y/N yet judging by the look on your face,” he teased, causing Namjoon to jump.

He straightened himself out before walking over to you. “You must easily be the prettiest face I’ve ever seen in this recording studio.”

You felt your cheeks glow at his kindness, accepting the light hug that he offered you. “You must be the first person in this studio that’s ever called me pretty,” you teased, sitting back down in your chair at the desk.

“Everyone else must be blind,” he commented, quickly speaking without thinking. “Sorry, that probably came off a bit strong, didn’t it?” He shamefully asked you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just nice knowing I clearly made a good impression on you.”

Jimin:

His stomach dropped as soon as he felt himself crash into something. He dropped everything he held onto to pull you off the ground, feeling his breath hitch as he came face to face with you for the first time, whilst you sorted yourself out.

Your eyes met his, smiling gently at him as he cleared his throat. “This might sound cliché, but are we in the middle of some sort of romantic move right now?”

You chuckled at his humour, which instantly made you feel better about falling on the floor. “I’m pretty sure in the movies they call it love at first sight.”

He nodded, looking away from you for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “I don’t know about you, but this situation certainly feels a bit like that. I think fate just pushed us together and made us bump into each other.”

“I think you might be right,” you laughed, covering your blush with your hands. “I never imagined I’d live out some sort of cliché movie script.”

“Really? Because the artist in me feels like I’m living a dream right now.”

Taehyung:

Your eyes fell on the dog that barked by your feet, kneeling down you scooped him up and began to look for a tag. When you saw nothing, your eyes looked around, noticing a guy frantically walking around the park with a dog lead in hand.

You yelled over to him, watching him race towards you when he saw you had his dog in his arms. “Thank you so much,” he smiled as he got close enough to you.

Carefully, you handed the dog back to him. “He’s quite a little terror running away like that,” you laughed, “I’m just glad you got him back safely.”

Once he’d caught his breath, the guy looked across at you properly. “Let me buy you something to say thank you for getting him, please,” he asked of you, but your head simply shook in response to his offer.

“I only did what any other person would do,” you assured him, ruffling the top of the dog’s head. “You don’t need to thank me for anything.”

“What if I rephrased my offer and asked you out on a date?”

Jungkook:

His eyes looked around the busy coffee shop, noticing one chair free at a table at the back. He pushed through the crowds and noticed you sat there flicking through one of the books you’d just bought from the local bookstore.

You didn’t realise he was there until he cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I take a seat?” As you looked up, Jungkook felt his heart stop at the brightness in your eyes.

You nodded, moving your things out of the way. “Be my guest.” Jungkook sat down, watching you with intrigue as you went back to your book.

He tried to find a distraction, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking over at you. “Do you want another?” He asked as you finished your coffee, not even giving you time to place the mug back on the saucer.

“Are you offering to buy me coffee?” You chuckled, as his head nodded. “You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t say no to another, as long as you don’t mind.”

“My parents always taught me to treat a girl you like with kindness.”

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Deeds For The Big Screen

I see writing as a form of creative artwork with everyone having its own liking or preference to it.

Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the given warnings or if you are a minor. 

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, proceed to read with care. Warnings have been up and mentioned, if I missed any please feel free to let me know. 

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, explicit language, sexwork, porn industry, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral receiving (f), swearing

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You’re taking power into your hands when your actors don’t seem to do their job and are wasting expensive production time.

Word count: 3006

 A/N: This might be a little rusty, I haven’t done this in a while, but some creators have inspired me to pick up writing again! Fairly new to Tumblr, despite having an account for years and having done zero with it. Apparently me dreaming about different story ideas has become a thing now. So bear with me here. As said; if I missed any warnings please feel free to let me know.

@punani​ ’s ‘The Fluffer’ was inspiration for the chosen work field. So thank you for writing that magnificent piece.

English is not my native language; my grammar mistakes are purely my own. Constructive criticism is allowed and appreciated, I won’t bite unless you’re being rude.

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Deeds For The Big Screen

Irritation bubbling underneath your annoyed expression, your lips tightly pressed together. Fingernails tapping aggressively on the armrests of your director’s chair. Your legs crossed, bouncing with frustration at the sight in front of you. It seemed liked the actors onsite were on a mission to make everyone’s life on set hell. Your hands grabbing the armrests your knuckles white from the intense grip of the edges of your chair.

You were a visionaire, adultery was your passion, you had been in the business for year before starting your own company. Focusing on the female friendlier porn demand had paid of well for you, your company was your pride and you thrived on the success. You ran a tight ship, time was money and currently both actors were wasting every second of it. The current creative project was not being envisioned at all. It had been meticulously drawn out on a storyboard, it seemed like everything that had been discussed and rehearsed was thrown out the window.

You let out an annoyed huff, it had been hours on end anything between action and cut. Your million-dollar superstar was propped on his elbows towering over the fragile body underneath him. His hips franticly pumping in and out of the actress underneath him, who was clawing her nails into his skin desperately. Was he really the problem or was it the useless woman caged underneath him. Her super loud moans that probably could be heard at the other side of the world and the quantity of clawing at his skin.

 “CUT!!!” you yelled and everyone in the production stopped, heavy sighs heard across the studio. Your hands rubbed your face slightly not wanting to yell or lose control of the raging thoughts running through your mind.

“What’s wrong this time?” your most prized possession asked, the annoyance clearly dripping of his tone. He stood up facing you, his hands falling to his hips, sticking out his chest while his thick muscle stood proud against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but take in the sight, his cock was red and he was painfully hard. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to refocus on your thoughts.

“Alright let me make myself very clear here. The crew is TIRED and I am tired of fucking repeating myself” you took another deep breath as you felt anger rising “was I not clear enough when we had a table read yesterday and when we rehearsed this morning?” your eyes switching between the actors. No response “An answer would be nice, because that storyboard on the wall contains every movement of where body parts go during every fucking scene”

“Get the fuck out Y/N, you know storyboards only contains the major outlines of a grand story being told, it is different when you are pumping in and out of a body you know. You don’t always get to choose where a hand, leg or cock lands”

“Ari, we are in the god forsaken porn industry, that thick throbbing dick better end up in the fucking dripping vagina, between her lips or even in that nice and tight puckered hole” you could hear a few supressed snickers from the crew. Ari just kept staring you down “Right now all I see is stiffness, no passion, no fire and absolutely nothing that was on the fucking board or script”

“Whatever Y/N” Ari huffed, you rolled your eyes breaking the tension that was clearly building between you and Ari. You turned your gaze to Edie, who just sat there uncomfortably.

“Edie, can you just tone down on the moans, I know this is your first gig and a step up from the amateur adultery films you have done, but we are not in the cheap kind of porn. This is exclusive, sensual and soft sex. We make porn for the ladies and if it happens that men love it too so be it-” you clapped your hands together trying to get through to the actors in front of you “Also ease up on your facial expressions too they are just too much and stop clawing at Ari, we are not feral wolves in the outskirts of woodsy valley…” you pointed at her, the hostility evident in your voice, she just nodded your way she almost looked too scared to speak. Your attention turned to Ari, just by looking at him you knew he wouldn’t be able to take a lot more of your antics “-And for you mister, I need more open posture. We want to see those muscles work underneath that toned skin of yours. Flex them a little, you want the person watching this to drool from their mouths while their vaginas or arseholes are begging for your majestic cock. Yes, we can do this all rough and tough, but with this project we want fire, passion and mind-blowing sex. Understood?”

Both pornstars nodded your way and you sat back down in your chair. The actors taking their spots again, you raised your hand, cues being called across the room.

“ACTION!” Edie tried her utter best to contain her excessive sounds, but she looked like she was about to take a dump “CUT!”

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ari yelled, jumping of the small platform, grabbing his robe from the floor, storming your way while putting on his robe, you got off your chair.

“Is it really that hard to do what I am asking? Edie you look like you are about to take a dump right in front of the camera” you lost control of the anger that had been boiling inside of you. Ari bumped into you, almost knocking you down, it must have been on purpose as you could sense his anger “where the fuck do you think you are going?” he spun on his heels

“I have been edged for hours on end, I need some form of release and it looks like our director is not going to let us get any release for a few more hours” Ari spat your way

“GET BACK HERE!!” you definitely lost control, watching Ari on a mission to march out of the studio “ARI I SAID GET BACK HERE”

“I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING A DOG!!!”

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOP DOLLAR DOG, SO YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK BEFORE I FIRE YOU MYSELF” it was true, Ari was your million-dollar star, your company couldn’t have grown without him. He had been there from the beginning, you had him to thank for the success of your company and in return he had you to thank for his stardom.

Your words had made Ari stop in his tracks and turn around, the temperature in the room increasing quickly. You had started to doubt if the room had been that hot the entire time or if it was the arousal creeping through your veins caused by Ari’s deep angered gaze.

He charged your way his finger pointing at you and his mouth was moving, but your hearing seemed to have vanished. You contemplated if you should just show them what you meant or just call it a day. Things were getting heated and the crew was already exhausted enough. Your thoughts interrupted as your mouth started to speak.

“Do I really have to do everything around here?” you muttered under your breath “Edie get off the sunbed and put your robe on” she complied to your order, getting of the stage and putting on her silk robe. You took a moment to analyse your thought, to see if the voice inside your head would protest of what you were contemplating. Nothing came to mind, so instead you unbuttoned your sundress quickly before regretting your decision “Last attempt to film this guys, start rolling. Ari off with the robe, we start from the beginning. Edie take notes” you ordered around the room. Your sundress and underwear falling off your frame piling up next to your director’s chair.

“What are you doing baby girl?” Ari whispered in your ear as you walked backwards his hands holding your hips guiding you towards the double sunbed. His anger seemed to have disappeared and replaced with intrigue.

“Showing you what I want, but mostly taking what I need right now” you replied, he quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face in approval “Let’s give them the show they want”

“The show you want” Ari chuckled as he corrected you, before narrowing his eyes a little “The big boss in action, I like it…” Ari whispered as he took in your naked body “I like it a lit” His confident spoken words made you a little insecure, but you hid it well trying to hold your nerves together.

You climbed on the sunbed laying back, your eyes wandered over Ari’s toned chest, his cock aching, your pussy throbbing. You licked your lips and the muscles in your core tightened with the exciting thought of him filling you up to the brim in a matter of minutes, you being at his complete mercy.

“ACTION!” you yelled

Ari crawled on top of you, your hands roamed freely over his arms and chest, his lips crashing on yours briefly before moving on to your neck and your upper torso. Your hands finding their way onto his shoulders, caressing the bare skin. You arched your back at the delight feeling when he sucked on your nipples, a low moan left your lips. Ari’s hands cradling your frame as he peppered kisses further south.

Your eyes following him, he looked back at you through his long lashes as two of his fingers tease your entrance, running gently through your folds. One thing was for sure, you were hot and bothered, all because of the eye candy encaging you in his porn play. He dipped two fingers in your aching core and pumped three times before they stilled inside you. His face coming up to meet yours, his eyes darkened and stole another passionate driven kiss.

His fingers starting pumping you faster earning a few unexpected deep moans. Your lips parting, your lust blown eyes were completely taken by the current moment. Your mind completely forgetting everything was being recorded. Ari’s fingers left your soaking cunt as he lowered his head and settled himself between your legs.

His mouth sucked your clit, you took in a sharp breath. His tongue firmly stroked downward on your slit, enough pressure for a controlled yet obscene moan to escape you. His tongue entered your dripping hole before returning his attention back to your clit. Ari’s fingers rejected as your vaginal muscle had tightened from the attention your clit was receiving. His mouth eased off and he pushed his fingers inside you, your cunt accepting, sucking them in.

The pleasure was almost too much, your hands caressing your upper body finding your breasts. With a feathered touch you rubbed your index fingers over your nipples, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure. Your touch made your nipples erect, the sensation spreading like wildfire through your entire body. Ari increased his pace and your moans and whimpers became more frequent, but in a more wanting and loving way.

Your back started to arch up and you were about to cum, when Ari stopped all his actions. Your eyes shot fully open to protest, but he shushed you by placing two of his fingers in your mouth allowing you a moment to taste yourself before retracting them. You watched him pump his hard cock with his hand, before he gripped your hips as his member slowly pushes down in your sopping cunt.

“Big enough for you princess” Ari grunted as he pushed fully into you.

“Y-Yes” the response was short and simple, your brain not functioning anymore when the pleasure had taken over from the thoughts. His tempo made your eyes roll backwards, your hips meeting his rhythm as he held a firm grasp on your hips helping and guiding you up and down on him. Without warning Ari stopped and flipped you over. A fistful of hair grabbed pulling you back, his grasp wasn’t harsh and only intensified your lustful awakening.

His left arm snaking around your waist finding your right boob, giving it a sinful squeeze, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He held your back close to his chest while his lips sucked pleasure marks on your neck and breathing heavily into your ear, whispering nothing but obscenities to you. Your arms lifted up and your hands fisted his hair, your fingernails scraping his scalp a little. He growled in your ear, you repeated your actions and he gave your hip a single firm squeeze.

His cock slowly being dragged in and out of you, your walls coating his thick veined cock. The squelching noises pulled from the juices being pulled from between your legs. Ari’s hands running freely over your skin setting it on fire. You felt fucked out and your orgasm was building rapidly. 

Ari must have felt it as his hips started bucking up into you even faster, making is his mission to finish you. Your moans of sin becoming frequent again, Ari’s wandering hand slid in between your folds, rubbing your clit gently, pushing you even closer to the edge. One of your hands held onto his wrist holding it in the pleasurable place whilst the other placed on the nape of his neck, fingers gripping the hairs at the bottom.

Your orgasm washed over you as Ari let you ride out your high before pulling you off, laying you flat on the double sunbed. As you tried to calm your breathing he straddled you underneath him, pumping his member faster. The white strings of sin faltering out of his cock, you leaned up on your elbows and opened your mouth while he decorated your face and chest. 

Licking your lips with his salty cum, you swallowed and stared back at Ari who seemed to enjoy the fucked out sight in front of him. When he had finished squirting his load on you, he cradled your head in his large hands, his thumbs running over your lips before leaning in to steal one last fiery kiss. You separated from the kiss and kept staring each other in the eyes for what felt like hours.

“Happy boss?” Ari questioned still holding your head gently as you nodded your head

“CUT!” you yelled, Ari climbed off of you and helped you up.

“WOW, that was amazing” Edie clapped being stunned by the scene that just had taken place.

“Thanks, hopefully a great lesson for you on what to do next time” you spoke, she smiled widely back at you when you walked towards your chair, picking up your clothes from the floor “Well done everyone, I think we all need a break and we’ll continue with fresh eyes tomorrow” a relieved cheer was heard “I’m off to have a shower, since I have become a Picasso art piece” you started walking towards the dressing room

“Worth millions” Ari spoke after you, you raised your middle finger at him without looking back at him. His loud laughter filled the room.

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You walked out of the building, rolling your eyes at Ari as he leaned against your car, one leg propped up on the tire, his arms folded and a cocky grin beaming back at you.

“There she is, my million dollar star” Ari clapped his hands before raising up his arms slightly and bowing down “I bless the ground you walk on peaches”

“Oh shut it Ari” you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling underneath your skin. It was ridiculous, but you felt a little insecure “Hopefully good enough for what I want to get done” you continued walking towards the car, halting in front of Ari. 

“Hopefully?” Ari raised an eyebrow “Peaches you were wonderful, you are in my top 3 ‘the best fucking sex I ever had’ so I guess for a retired pornstar you still possess your magic” you shoved him a little and his head fell back letting out a laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, I liked it a lot” his hands found their way on your waist pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Ari, but can you move out of the way, I want to go home, I am little worn out” “Must be because of my majestic cock” he laughed

“Don’t flatter yourself, it doesn’t suit you” you giggled “Why are you still here, I thought you left a while ago”

“Couldn’t stay away from you peaches, since you performed so well today” Ari wiggled his eyebrows

“Had to show you guys somehow, you were costing me a fortune” you pointed out, opening the car door, tossing your bag on the backseat.

“Would it make a difference if it was done on purpose?” Ari questioned, climbing into the driver’s seat. Your mouth had fallen open from the shock and your brain scrambled for words and phrases to throw Ari’s way. You opened the door on the passenger’s side and got into the seat.

“Are you telling me you put on an entire show so you could get your dick wet on the clock?”

“Had to fuck the brat right out of you somehow” his cocky grin beamed back at you. You knew he was taunting you if it wasn’t for his sunglasses shielding his eyes “You have always been such a perfectionist, so I knew you would fall for my well thought out trap”

“Well next time ask me to eat a snickers instead” you rolled your eyes as Ari started the car.

“Might need another round of fucking the brat out of you peaches” Ari grabbed your hand, pulling the intertwined hold to his lips and placing a kiss on top. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of how intense your fuck session had been and what kind of ways you both would fuck one another later.

YIKES, that was a true adventure!!!