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wayward-dreamer · 1 year

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Coffee & Chaos - Part 5

Pairing: Producer!Jensen x Fem!Screenwriter!Reader

Word count: 2,302

Summary: Y/N starts working at Chaos Machine Productions, finding joy in the work and fitting in instantly. She knows she could really thrive in the company, as long as she doesn’t fall for her boss, the executive producer and founder, along the way. Little does she know he’s trying to suppress his feelings, for the sake of professionalism, too.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), brief handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it people), ANGST

A/N: All I have to say is... happy reading and enjoy! ;) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy.

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A small squeak of initial shock was the only protest Y/N gave to Jensen’s lips on hers.

He was waiting for her to push him off, slap him across the face, run out and then have to deal with the aftermath, but she surprised him by resting her hands on his chest and melting into the embrace. Her hands instantly gripped the navy blue shirt he was wearing in her fists, the buttons straining. Things became heated within seconds, the weeks of built-up sexual tension reaching its limit, as their lips were locked in a searing kiss. If they could hear each other in that moment, they would know they were both thinking the same thing. That this was completely wrong and they shouldn’t be doing this.

And yet they couldn’t stop.

Jensen walked Y/N backwards towards the desk, all his belongings shifting and rattling as they bumped into the edge. A soft moan escaped her as his plump lips left hers, moving across her jaw and down to her neck, her eyes fluttering closed at the feel of them against her skin. His hands slipped down to the curve of her ass, lifting her up carefully and setting her down on the desk, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. His mouth met hers again as they kissed roughly, their hands desperate to feel each other as they roamed their bodies. She tugged at his shirt again, a breathy moan fanning against his lips as she flicked open the first button. She worked open all of them, her nails scraping against his bare chest as she felt a heat settle deep in her core.

“Fuck,” she breathed as she took in the man in front of her.

He hissed as her nails dug into his skin, a low grunt leaving him as he pressed his lips to hers in a hard embrace, tugging his shirt down his arms. He reached for the black t-shirt she was wearing, untucking it from her wide leg jeans and pushing it up, pulling away from her long enough to remove it. He threw it somewhere in the office, followed by his own shirt, taking a brief second to take in the features of her face. She bit her lip as she looked at him, cupping his jaw in her petite hands as he leaned in, kissing along the length of her neck. She gasped as he moved down her chest, kissing her clavicle as he nuzzled his face between her breasts, his hands roaming over her dark red bra.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, kissing it softly.

“Jensen, I-” she stopped herself, pressing her lips together as she felt his against her flesh.

He slid down further, his teeth biting the cup of her bra and pulling it down, his mouth instantly closing over her nipple, causing a soft moan to escape her. She combed her fingers through his hair as his tongue circled the hardened peak. A groan from him vibrated against her flesh as she scraped her nails over his scalp, his mouth leaving her to continue the trail down her body. His hands were quick and rough as he undid the belt on her jeans, her legs swinging slightly to kick off the brown, block heels that she was wearing. She shifted slightly to allow him to tug her pants down, along with the dark red panties underneath. His eyes gazed up at her as he pulled them down her smooth legs, her breathing becoming more frantic with anticipation for what was about to happen.

She had dreamed about this very moment so many times, late at night in the privacy of her bedroom as she pleasured herself, but she never thought it would become a reality.

Jensen wasted no time as he dropped to his knees, placing her calves over his shoulders as looked up at her one last time, moving between her spread thighs. Y/N dropped her head back as her mouth fell open in a wanton moan, feeling his tongue lick a long stripe against her folds, instantly moving over her clit. One hand slapped against down on the table to keep herself from falling back, as the other found its way into his hair again to keep him in place. She gasped as he moved the skilled muscle over the swollen nub, the circular movement causing her thighs to quiver as she gripped his short locks tight between her fingers.

“Fuck, Jensen I-” she muttered, glancing down at him through hooded eyes. “Just like that…”

He groaned when he felt her arousal growing over his tongue, smirking as he held her thighs tight in his hands and felt her hips shift against his mouth. She grinded against him slowly, causing his eyes to flick up and see sheer euphoria etched on her features. He pulled away briefly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh as his eyes met hers.

“Taste so fucking good,” he husked, nuzzling his nose against her skin. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this.”

She hummed, biting her lip as she glanced down at him. “As much as me?”

He chuckled; the sound rumbled deep in his throat as he kissed her thigh again. “This what you wanted, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she moved closer to him, tugging at his hair and making him growl. “But more, please… I need more,” she begged.

“So desperate for me, darlin’.”

He shifted and pressed himself further into her, a long, rasping moan leaving her as he continued his ministrations. She threw her head back as he alternated between paying attention to the bundle of nerves and her entrance, moving his tongue in lightly before drifting back to her clit. She could herself getting close, the bliss she was craving teetering on the edge as she felt the muscles in her core tighten.

“Oh god,” she breathed, her hand slipping back slightly as her arm struggled to keep her upright. She was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her. “I’m… fuck, Jensen…”

“Can feel how close you are, baby,” he groaned as he pulled back briefly. “Cum on my tongue, wanna feel it.”

Her hands pulled tighter at his hair as her neck strained back, a husky scream of bliss escaping her lips as the coil within her snapped, her release spreading over his tongue as he lapped at everything she had to give. He moaned at the taste of her as he held her close, not wanting to let go. She panted heavily as she came down from her high, not even registering him standing up slowly. She looked at him once she heard the clink of his belt, her hands instantly reaching for it. A guttural whimper left her as she got desperate, yanking the belt through the loops, and pressing her lips to his in a rough kiss.

Their movements were frantic as she worked on unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, her hand wrapping around his hard cock. He ripped his mouth away from hers, a low grunt falling from his lips as she pumped her hand along his shaft, her thumb circling the head as she moved up. He lightly pushed her hand away, taking them both and draping her arms around his neck, as he pressed his forehead to hers. He took hold of his cock, lining it up to her entrance. She shifted her hips forward just as he did, a whimper escaping her as he sunk deep inside her, her walls sheathing him completely.

“Fuck,” he husked, squeezing his eyes shut.

He wasted no time in setting a pace as his hips began to move, matching their frenzied embrace as the desk underneath them started to shake. She moaned loudly as she tugged at his hair, her hand clenching over his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. It urged him on, causing him to cup her face and pull her into a feverish kiss. His breath fanned against her lips as they gazed into each other’s eyes, every thought they had about this being wrong long forgotten. It felt too good to be wrong.

“Fuck, right there,” she whimpered, pushing herself closer to him. “Don’t stop…”

He growled, leaning into her as he laid a hand on the surface of the desk to balance them. “Feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.”

“Jensen, please… fuck me harder, please,” she begged, gripping both of his shoulders, tightly.

He held onto her hip with his other hand as he pounded into her, a pleasured shriek falling from her mouth as her head dropped into the crook of his neck. Neither of them cared as papers slipped and pens rolled off the desk, too consumed by what they were feeling to pay any attention to that. Whimpering moans escaped her with each thrust, her fingers digging deeper into his skin as her hands slid down his sweat slicked, muscular back. A sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan ripped from his throat as her teeth scraped over his neck, biting him as he continued his hard and fast pace. Her walls clenched around his shaft, just as the familiar heat flickered within her.

“Fuck, darlin’, I can feel how close you are,” he rasped, cupping her face in his hands and staring deep into her eyes. “Want me to make you cum hard on my cock, don’t ya?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, clinging tighter to him as she felt close to the edge. “P-Please… make me cum, Jensen, please.”

Jensen leaned down and pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a searing kiss. It was practically bruising, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. His hips smacked against hers as he hit that sweet spot inside her with each thrust, making her fingers dig deeper into his flesh as her eyes squeezed shut. Her nails could almost draw blood to the surface, but he wouldn’t have cared if she did. The only thing that mattered was what was happening in that moment. They held onto each other as she felt the pressure low in her belly build, a string of moans and a scream of his name escaping her as her body convulsed, her release washing over her.

“Y/N… fuck, I-” he choked on his words as her orgasm triggered his, his head dropping down to her shoulder as he grunted with each hard thrust into her, ropes of his seed coating her walls as he came with a strained moan in her ear.

Soft whimpers and low groans were the only sounds in the room as their bodies heaved with each labored breath. Jensen pressed his face into the crook, kissing her softly as her hand lightly combed through the short hair at the nape of his neck. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision finally focusing on a spot on the light gray wall in front of her.

With his lips continuing their sweet caress over her skin, the reality of what they had just done sunk in.

“Fuck,” she muttered, shaking her head as she took in her surroundings. Clothes scattered across the floor, her shoes flung in different directions, the scattered papers and pens.

He huffed a small laugh, lifting his head and nuzzling his nose along her jaw. He couldn’t help but think of the same way to describe what just happened. Fuck, it was incredible. “I know.”

“No…” she whispered, shifting away from him.

Frowning, he moved back to look down at her, confused by the sudden change in her demeanor. He pulled out of her and started getting dressed again, watching her closely as she did the same. Just as she picked up her shoes and began making her way to the door of his office, he stepped up behind her, taking her hand in his.

“Y/N, stop,” he said, calmly as he tried to get her to turn around. “Stay, please…”

“I-I can’t,” she stuttered, yanking her hand away just as she opened the door.

Y/N ran out of the room as fast as she could, snatching up her jacket and purse as she made her way past her desk, and sprinted down the rows to the hallway.

“Shit!” he yelled as he fixed his shirt and jeans, taking off after her.

Y/N threw the doors of the building open as she quickly made her way to her car, getting in as fast as she could, flinging her belongings into the passenger seat. She saw Jensen coming out just as she revved the engine, reversing and pulling out of the parking spot, her tires screeching against the concrete. She pressed down on the gas with her bare foot, the car driving through the open gates and onto the main road before he could reach her.

“Fuck!”

Jensen stared out the open entrance, watching her car disappear around the corner, his hands roughly combing through his hair as he cursed repeatedly. He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head as he couldn’t even think of what to do. He thought everything was okay, that they both wanted this, but he must’ve read things wrong. Now he had ruined everything, and she was never going to see him the same way again. She probably wanted nothing to do with him. She would likely move on from Chaos Machine, find somewhere else where her boss won’t violate any rules, and he wouldn’t stop her leaving even if he wanted to.

And after the mess he’d made of the situation, he had no right to ask her to stay.

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cherthegoddess · 1 year

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Then There Was You- Chapter Eight

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead, William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: Hiiiiiii guysssss. I hope you aren't too mad that I basically disappeared for idk how many months. But alas a chapter! Life caught up to me yall. I'm soooo sorry. But I'm going to try to make more time.

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Two weeks had passed since the incident and luckily the situation had blown over within the week. The two had continued to stay inside for their movie nights and hangouts. Lori left the last Friday and was truly a sad day for the girls. There were hugs and whispers of promising that they would see each other soon. Lori and Y/n did their handshaking before leaving each other. There were tears on her face and Tom with Supernatural and food for the rest of the weekend. Tom’s brothers and best friend were coming onto set today after coming into town yesterday. Y/n was nervous to meet the group and wanted to make a good impression. Though she was not dating Tom, she was Tom’s other best friend, they had gotten close fairly quickly and she didn’t want to lose their friendship because his family didn’t like her. Harrison was also going to stay on set to get back to the job of being his personal assistant. He was gone because he was finishing up a promo for a movie that he would be premiering in. She dressed better than usual today but also like she wasn’t trying too hard and it was the perfect excuse to wear her new Nike dunks that she’d been waiting weeks for. She was known around the set for having one of the best styles and was even getting recognized by celebrity bloggers. So, she was never worried about that.

Tom and Ryan were currently in the middle of a scene and they were finally at the midpoint of the movie. It was very bittersweet because Y/n loved working with everyone on set and she didn’t want to leave them. She promised herself that for the next movie, she’d be working on that she’d try to get the same crew because they were all such a joy to work with. Y/n was knocked out of her thoughts when she saw Tom’s eyes start to not focus on the scene in front of him but instead on something or someones behind Ryan. Y/n followed Tom’s gaze when he began laughing. There were three boys two that looked identical to Tom and one who was slightly taller than the other two boys. One held a sign saying, ‘Would you like a juice box? We don’t want you to get cranky :(” and the other two holding two six packs of juice boxes in the air waving. Anxiety rose when she recognized them. Man, she hoped they liked her. Ryan C. had cut the scene by the time the three walked on set. He had just gotten done introducing him to Michael and Ryan, so the group was laughing when Tom caught Y/n’s eye. He smiled and waved her over. She got up from her seat and adjusted her jacket before walking over. She tried to put confidence on her face when she saw the group looking at her. “You must be Y/n the girl this Div can’t stop talking about-” Tom quickly interjects stopping Harry from talking. “I do not talk about her that much,” Everyone laughs slightly as Y/n’s face warms and Tom’s ears burn a bright red. “Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, It’s wonderful to meet you in person. And Tom was right you’re even more beautiful in person. If you ever get tired of waiting on this one to make a move, I’ll gladly ta-” Tom puts his hand quickly over his brother’s mouth as everyone laughs. Y/n ignored the warmth rising on her neck. “So Y/n don’t we have to leave in a bit so we can go out for lunch,” She nods, “Yup, we're going to my second favorite restaurant in ATL and your brother can take me to my first,” The group laughs at her comment as an assistant comes over to let them know that their car was there.

When they finally made it to the restaurant and were seated, Y/n heard a familiar voice introducing themselves. “Parker! It’s so good to see you! I haven’t seen you since the last time I was here. How’s Liam and Avery,” A quick hug was shared between the two as Parker told Y/n about their kids. “You know those two little rascals, they’re still getting all A’s though so I’m proud of them. Avery still wants to be just like you when she grows up.” Y/n nods laughing. Everyone’s eyes are focused on the two speaking when Y/n notices their silence. “Sorry, guys lemme introduce you to one of my favorite people at Toast, Parker! They’ve been here since I’ve been coming here when I was working on my screenplay. They were even some inspiration for Tom’s character.” Everyone waves as Y/n finally sit down. “Well enough of my chattin’. Y/n I’m guessing you want your usual,” Y/n nods quickly. “What about everyone else?” Everyone tells Parker their order. “I’ll let Chef know that you’re out here as well. He was literally just talkin’ about how much he missed you.” Everyone thanks Parker as they begin to leave. “Y/n, when Tom said you pick the best restaurants, he wasn’t lying,” Harrison told her. “Yeah, as much as I like to say I don’t love food. I love food. I’ve been actually talking to some people about having a show reviewing restaurants around the country after the film,” Tom grabbed her hand that was laying on the table and squeezed it. “ Darling, you didn’t tell me anything about this,” Everyone nods (except for the twins and Harrison) in agreement. “Sorry, y’all I promise I was only going to tell you guys when things were becoming a bit final. I didn’t want to tell you all before and get your hopes up if it fell through. I didn’t even think that people would even want to listen to what I had to say let alone a whole show about it,” she said solemnly. “Y/n, love, anyone would love to hear what you have to say. Especially something you’re clearly so passionate about. It lights up your eyes whenever you talk about a restaurant you want to try.” Ryan and Micheal looked at each at the mention of Y/n’s name surprised to hear him say it. It meant, clearly, he was serious. “Y/n, I know we’ve just met but when you were explaining why you love this restaurant and food on the way over, I could taste every meal you talked about. You clearly have a knack for it, don’t ever worry about that. I’m excited for you and I’m watching every episode whenever it comes out.” Sam said sincerely. The table agreed as their plates were played out in front of them by Parker. “Thank you guys,” Y/n said after thanking Parker. She had a huge smile on her face at the comments they made feeling wayyy more confident about her show than before. She didn’t notice how Tom was looking at her, however. Like she hung the stars. Harrison had to kick him slightly under the table because he was staring too long. Y/n turned slightly asking if he was okay as Tom grunted. He said a quick yes. Y/n just barely missed Harrison whispering in Tom’s ear and his face turning beet red. She brushed it off as him doing something embarrassing that only Harrison saw.

After 40 minutes of drinking, talking, and clearing plates, the Chef came out to greet them as they were paying the bill. “I hope you all enjoyed the food. Thank you all for coming and Jellybean thank you for bringing everyone here.” He said to Y/n as they hugged. “Anytime Uncle Virgil. I’ll probably be back here sometime this weekend. Gotta do some writing,” she said with a wink. She went back to Tom’s side as he put his arm around her shoulder. Virgil smiled as he watched. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend with you. I would’ve called your aunt over too. Your Pops didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, I outta-” Y/n quickly interrupted, “Tom’s not my boyfriend Unc. We’re just friends I promise.” Virgil looked over at Ryan for confirmation asking her with his eyes why they weren't together when they clearly liked each other. She shrugged her shoulders. He looked back at Y/n. “Good because even though your father is my best friend, I will beat him up at any time.” The group laughed and the awkwardness quickly washed away. “Well, I’ll see you around kiddo, be safe out there, and good luck with that movie of yours. I love you!” The group waved goodbye and went into the car. They let Kill Bill play through the car before Tom finally spoke up. “Jellybean huh?”

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writingwithfolklore · 4 months

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Your Readers Don't Know

So recently I shared the first 30 pages of my WIP with my writing mentor, and she had some pretty brutal feedback. It was too slow, you didn’t get to know the characters very well, and she said my worst nightmare “it was hard to get into, and I didn’t want to keep going.”

Oof.

My first reaction was to think, well that’s because it’s only the first 30 pages. If she only read a little bit more the characters really start to shine in the next bit—and that question she had about the world is answered just a few pages later.

Then I realized I was missing the point. It didn’t matter if I had the most amazing story after page 30 that would have brought her to tears. Because she would never know—she wouldn’t have read past the point that I lost her.

That was the moment I realized I needed to completely rewrite my first 30 pages. The point was—the reader doesn’t know when it’ll get good. They don’t know that your characters are amazing once you get past a certain point, because in all likelihood, they won’t suffer through to get to that point.

It has to be solid from page one all the way through to the end. Most books and authors don’t have the liberty to retain readers through anything less.

We’re going to be talking about the advice she gave me a bit more in the next few posts, so watch out for that :-)

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half-make · 7 days

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satorutini · 4 months

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goldwing - gojo satoru ; geto suguru

pairing: gojo satoru/reader/geto suguru

summary: If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love. Or-; you're an up-and-coming screenwriter, a late bloomer in your career who has suddenly found herself shaking hands with Hollywood's elite. when your idol upends your entire reputation at an award ceremony, how much are you willing to risk to set things straight?

rating: mature; eventual smut

wc: 4.3k

ch: 1/?

this was supposed to be a one-shot but it just. spiraled out of my control so quickly so here's a multichapter fic yay! I'm so excited, I can't wait to try my hand at writing unhinged gojo. it soothes a certain spot in my soul idk. no beta reader yet, just my two brain cells and Grammarly. happy new year! <3

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The night was alive with the glare of camera flashes, the buzz of excited chatter, and the unmistakable air of glamour that draped the red carpet. Tonight was a celebration of the industry's finest, glittering beneath the spotlight of fame. Directors, actors, and actresses alike slunk across the strip of velvet, limbering out of long, jet-black limousines that line the block along the venue with all the practiced ease and grace that eluded you. You watch from behind a crowd of interviewers and paparazzi that line the roped-off walkway like over-excited attendees at a zoo as each star pauses to pose, preen, and bless a few poor reporters in the press pit with a bit of small talk in front of the onslaught of cameras.

Shoko Ieiri hides a laugh behind her cigarette-holding hand as the lead actress competing in the drama category trips over the train of a gown in a very unflattering aquamarine shade.

"Don't laugh," you admonished, albeit both secretly tickled and relieved to see a bit of humanity in an environment with such an intimidating aura. You don't think you've ever even been near clothes this expensive in your entire life. The passing thought makes you itch in your borrowed slip. "That could have just as easily been you."

Your famous friend, who had just completed her turn down the red carpet and was now hiding in your company for a quick smoke break, simply dismisses the thought with a scoff. She knows just as well as you do how unlikely it would be. She was practically nursed and weaned at these kinds of events. You glance around at the eager-eyed reporters, the influencers, the fresh-faced actors that climb out of the next limousine, and then back at your companion. A red carpet walk at an award ceremony to her was like what you imagine attending Sunday service was like to some people. Familiar, ritual even.

You can't help but blush when she catches you gazing at her pensively, grinning as she turns her amusement towards you. "You look good like this. In all of this, I mean," she gestures vaguely towards the dress she generously lent you, and then about the venue. "You look good. It suits you. I know I've already said this but…I'm seriously glad we met up again under these circumstances."

"Oh," You glow at her praise, her generous honesty anchoring you in this larger-than-life moment that's felt like it could slip away in an instant. You're afraid to breath too hard or blink too slow. It's probably evident that you're nervous, but you don't tell Shoko you've been feeling so out of place since you arrived that you're half expecting to be carried out by security at any moment now. You're doing your best to keep your composure. "Thanks…seriously."

You and Shoko had been good friends – best friends, even – in childhood until she was picked up by a popular family sitcom in your last year of elementary school and fast-tracked into stardom. You don't remember the exact circumstances of the situation, maybe just that you had felt a little slighted once you had returned to school after the summer break to find that your friend had picked up and moved to L.A. with little warning. Communication was strained, and inconsistent, and then eventually petered out as years passed. The sitcom had eventually become internationally beloved, and it's cast along with it. Shoko always existed in your periphery, but never long enough for you to gather the courage to reach out again. She was a star, in every sense of the word. So, when she came by the studio one day to surprise the lead actress for your short film, Utahime Iori, with a visit, you were pleasantly surprised as well.

Your brief reunion revealed that Shoko had been living the whirlwind, if not a bit traumatic, life of a typical child star. She and Utahime, a talented indie film starlet, were a very welcome presence in your life as you navigated your own late-blooming career.

Tonight, your Western short film was in the running to receive its very first accolade.

Well, not very first. A flurry of positive reviews and first-place prizes at film festivals is what led you here. But here, this-

"Ah, hell. Here comes the clown car."

You're startled out of your musing by Shoko's ire and a rise in the clamor from the crowd in front of you. Like a disturbed ant hill, the reports swarm to the front of the carpet, crying out for the newcomer's attention before they've even propped open the doors to a sleek, matte black foreign sports car with a brilliant baby blue racing stripe that glides to a stop at the start of the carpet. For a moment, anticipation rolls over the crowd and reflexively, you hold your breath. It feels as though time itself comes to a stop.

I've seen that car before; you think to yourself. Where have I seen that car before?

The car doors lift – lift – and out steps Satoru Gojo, the nepotism-blessed scion of a bygone Hollywood era. With a disinterested tilt of his head, Gojo straightens and adjusts his shades once, and the crowd erupts into chaos.

Gojo's rise to directorial prominence had been swift and tumultuous, his wealth and power inherited rather than earned. His family's name, etched in the golden annals of old Hollywood, had bequeathed him not just an unimaginable fortune, but also a reputation of mystery and privilege. He was first introduced to the industry during a failed attempt by his family to get him into acting as a kid. But Gojo quickly realized he didn't take to following directions too well – he preferred to be the one giving them. Thus, after a few years long hiatus in school and a very public downward spiral, the young starlet reemerged on the scene with a break-through fantasy thriller that would go on to become one of the most recognized film franchises and successful book-to-movie adaptations to date.

His shockingly white hair and startling blue eyes made him a rather memorable character. To those who worked within the film industry, he was well respected in his field but known to be prideful, cocky, demanding, and overly ambitious. But boy did he know how to work a camera. The contrast between Gojo's charisma on camera and the whispers of his notoriously cold, borderline demeaning, arrogance on set had set him apart in an industry that thrived on eccentricities. The tabloids did well to keep tabs on him. Gojo was often deemed reckless, uninhibited, and entitled, but most of all, Satoru Gojo was your fucking hero.

You would give anything to experience the way you felt watching Gojo's debut movie again for the first time. You remember the day so vividly, remember settling into the theater and griping to a classmate who accompanied you to see the movie that it wasn't fair that someone like him got to direct a big-name film just because he was rich. And then you can recall being effectively shut the hell up as your mind proceeded to be blown over the course of an hour and forty minutes.

You nearly float off of your toes trying to catch a glimpse of the shock of white hair over the crowd. "That-that's-,"

Dressed in a tailored black suit, Gojo pretends to shield his eyes from the relentless flashes, granting his on-lookers a smile that's all teeth. Even from where you stand, it looks a bit menacing.

At his side stands his enigmatic best friend and former child actor Suguru Geto, who grants the frenzied crowd an easygoing smile as Gojo slings an arm around him.

You notice Shoko tense beside you, quiet displeasure radiating off of her stance. She absently flicks away her dead cigarette bud. You catch the scowl marring her typically unperturbed demeanor as she turns sharply on her heel. "Let's head inside."

Shoko and Geto starred in the same sitcom for years, until they eventually aged out of their roles and the show was terminated after nine seasons. There had been a time, in your late teens and early twenties, when you saw the three of them in tabloids quite frequently. Satoru, with his impulse and daring, Suguru, with his brooding intensity, and Shoko, with her sultry, laidback charm, formed the trifecta of an unconventional trio that thrived on exclusivity and recklessness. Rager parties. DUIs. House raids. In the interim years between his schooling and his first film debut, Satoru Gojo and the company he kept were a menace to L.A. society.

You confess…there may have been a smaller, less important, more alternative reason to why reuniting with Shoko had been so serendipitous.

You're not entirely sure what their relationship is like now, but judging by the look on her face, it wouldn't work in your favor tonight. So, in the spirit of being a good friend, you force your feet to follow Shoko into the venue, even as your heart tugs in the direction of the man who inspired your career. As you retreat inside, you think you can hear him laugh.

Despite your best efforts, it is hard not to look a little starstruck while you sit through the award show. The audience glitters with critically acclaimed stars and new heartthrobs alike. The actors are wonderful but it's the screenplay writers whose every word you hang off of when they're brought to the stage and the directors who you fawn over when they squeeze past your section with a preoccupied, "excuse me."

At intermission, Utahime gasps from her seat beside Shoko. In her hands is her phone, unlocked and open to some social media feed.

"Fuck…shit!"

You learn over your friend, an eyebrow raised. From what you know of Utahime, she isn't one to sling vulgar language around carelessly. "Is something wrong?"

But Shoko is already one step ahead of you, prying the phone from her friend (girlfriend??)'s fingers and skimming over the opened post. She must not like whatever she sees, because the look on her face turns grim. "Fuck indeed."

"Can someone-, can one of you please just tell me what's going on?" You struggle not to feel exasperated, fiddling with your own phone to see if maybe it'll pop up on your own feed.

"It's Gojo," answers Utahime with more disdain than you're used to hearing associated with that name, which is quite a lot when you think back on it. "He mentioned our short film. In an interview."

All at once, your heart soars in your chest and your brain struggles to comprehend those words in the same utterance in real, real life.

"Gojo? Satoru Gojo? Said something about our short film?" You short circuit. "He's watched our short film?!"

Joy doesn't even begin to cover the immense feeling inside you. For a split second, you're overwhelmed with astonishment, veneration, and gratitude. You could rejoice-!

But then.

Then you pick up on Utahime's tone.

You notice how quickly Shoko is skimming through posts. The furrow in her brow. That oppressive force you'd felt outside has followed you into the venue and hovers over the three of you like a storm cloud, threatening to suck the air from your lungs. That bright, shining feeling in your gut suddenly sours in apprehension.

"What - um…What did he say?"

The lights in the venue lower, signaling the resumption of the award ceremony. When Shoko tilts the screen in your direction, the headline nearly blares back at you in the dim lighting.

Red Carpet Update: Satoru Gojo Calls Breakout Western Romance Short Film Blander than Triscuit Crackers

You rush out of the theater and into the bathroom quickly enough for no one to notice you almost vomit. In your haste, you finally give a name to the cold feeling you felt beside Shoko outside and in the venue. The expression that clouded her face and snuffed out the warmth in her eyes.

Resentment.

A hotel hosts the after-party. The interview took place a little over two hours ago, but the damage is done. That much is evident as you scroll through your flooded mentions, holed up in a cushy stall in the glitzy women's bathroom. Sat on the toilet and despondent. You've replayed the 30-second clip of the actual interview enough times tonight to recite his comments word for word by now.

The gleam in Satoru Gojo's smile is as bright and disarming in person as it is on camera.

"A Netflix original? Yeah, I can tell," he scoffs, then mutters more so to his companion – who stands quietly, looking uninterested at his side – than the interviewer, "They're really just giving these away to just about anyone now these days, huh?"

The words rattle around in your head like marbles in a tin jar. Loud, concussive. The weight of the moment settles on your shoulders like an unforgiving burden. While it's not enough to break the internet and go viral, your reputation is about to take a brutal hit. You press your phone to your forehead and try not to spiral. The cacophony of judgment online, the concept of failing your idol – it all threatens to swallow you whole.

Boring? Bland? You poured your heart and soul into writing that screenplay. What did Satoru Gojo, a director of fantasy films based on a series that was already written, published, and well-beloved, know about good writing? Or Westerns and romance for that matter?

As your grief churns into rage, a text notification from Shoko pulls you from your festering thoughts.

The text reads you can't hide in there forever, you know.

You open the message and scoff, smiling watery as you type your reply. Bet.

Tears threaten to overwhelm you again. This should be the best night of your life. You won! You actually won in your category, your first real award. And instead of living it up and celebrating with the wonderfully talented cast and director, instead of collecting your congratulations and basking in the revelry of your accomplishment, you are here. Excusing yourself from the party to slip away into the bathroom every few minutes because the mortification was unbearable.

Every well-wisher you had received greeted you with a slight look of pity in their eyes. Their voices are a little too high. Their handshakes are a little too eager. But you knew; they all knew. The only thing keeping you from ditching was Shoko's steadfast presence and the obligation to celebrate the cast members. This night was for them too.

With that in mind, you gather your resolve and slip out of the bathroom. Only to collide straight into someone waiting just outside.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

Whoever you bump into is like rushing at a solid wall of soft flesh. You stagger backward with the force of your collision as Suguru Geto, the infamous partner of the bringer of your demise, reaches to brace your shoulders.

"Ah-no, no!" You smack his hands away and then hold up your own as if to ward him off, feeling a bit childish and miffed that he hadn't stumbled at all. Your face is still flushed from remembering Gojo's biting comments. "Don't touch me! I'm good, thank you."

The man that hovers over you is tall and well-built. The world watched Suguru grow up on television, filling out a gangly little boy into this intimidating, silent force. His lengthy, gorgeous, inky black hair, quick wit, and sly smile earned him the title of heartbreaker at a young age. You would swoon at the way his muscles shift under that suit if only you weren't so fucking humiliated.

"Hey," Geto says, his renowned stoicism momentarily replaced by a flicker of concern. He murmurs your name. "You look like you could use a breather."

Your guard is up, but his peculiar sincerity breaks through the walls you've hastily erected tonight. Besides, he's not the one who made shitty comments about your work. He just stood there and watched in amusement as the real instigator did. His low-lidded gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension.

"Yeah, maybe," you respond, your voice carrying the weight of frustration. You eye him warily.

Suguru steps aside, allowing you space to pass, but instead of letting you walk away, he falls into step beside you. The relentless rhythm of the party pounds in the background, nearly vibrating your skull as you squeeze your way through the glittering crowd to a quieter corner of the bar. At the far end, you spot Shoko and Utahime with the rest of your cast and figure it's better to keep your distance while you entertain your dubious follower.

"Look, about what Satoru said," Suguru starts, his tone low and apologetic. "He can be…reckless with his words. I wanted to apologize on his behalf."

The actor seems to crowd you into the bar counter, propping himself up on the surface and resting his cheek on his knuckles.

You raise an eyebrow, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity dancing in your eyes. What the hell is even happening tonight? How do you even know who I am?

"Is he making you do this, or do you just really feel that bad for me, after watching your friend publicly humiliate my work?"

You wonder why he's not apologizing to the actors, to the director, or maybe he's already gone out of his way to do that already, in your absence. And then you think of Shoko and figure that's an unlikely case.

Suguru has paused as if weighing his words carefully. "A bit of both, maybe…"

He takes in your disheveled appearance and exasperated expression. You figure your makeup hadn't fared well after the first onslaught of tears at the award show. Despite a night of what you can only assume has only been full of drinking and partying – Satoru walked away with six awards – there isn't a hair out of place on Suguru. His long tresses swept back into a slick bun, Suguru manages to make even a custom tailor tux look effortless and easygoing. As he scans your face, you can only imagine what you must look like to him.

Your new companion gestures the bartender over.

"Whiskey?" he offers, as if it's a universal remedy for wounds inflicted by Satoru's sharp tongue

You wordlessly accept the offer with a nod. The pair of you sit in uneasy silence until your drink arrives. Taking a swig from the glass as the warmth of the alcohol courses through you, you find yourself at least a little less likely to send the next white-haired person you spot to high hell. Distantly, you think you hear your sound producer cackle with glee above the noise of the party, obviously a few drinks ahead of you since your retreat to the bathroom. You down your drink with a grimace. I need to catch up.

"Not a whiskey girl?" The actor beside you simpers. The pleasant buzz of liquor makes it a little less annoying when his shoulder bumps into yours.

You ignore the question, deflecting with one of your own. "So what, are you like his clean-up crew or something? Your boyfriend pisses somebody off and you…"

You gesture vaguely at his stance, his teasing smile.

"…charm my way into their panties?"

"I was going to say good graces, but I'm sure that works out fine for you too."

Suguru laughs into his glass, warm and genuine. He's so close, you can feel the way the sound rumbles through his chest. You blame the blood rushing to your cheeks on the drink. Begrudgingly, you can't help but grin a little too.

Not one to be put on the spot, you ask him how he knew your name and how he recognized you. Rather sheepishly, Suguru admits that the only reason Satoru knew of your short film was because of him.

"I was already watching it, but he came in on the other half and-,"

"You mean he didn't even see the whole thing?" Your exclamation comes out sounding more like a squawk, feeling the effects of your second glass. "You're not doing a very good job of defending his case."

When Suguru chuckles, the warm air brushes the tip of your ear from where he leans over you, no longer wanting to yell over the volume of the party. "Satoru is…he can be pretty opinionated."

You catch the hint of adoration in his tone as he speaks about the man and subconsciously lean away in an attempt to widen the space between you - trying to throw yourself a life raft. You think back to how he didn't deny it when you referred to Gojo as his boyfriend and feel an inkling of discomfort.

As if noticing your unease, Suguru leans against the wall behind him, and the conversation shifts from apologies to shared experiences – Suguru's tales of the ruthless film industry before he came to work with Gojo, your shared struggles of creative expression, and the thin line between success and failure, which seems to be the theme for the night.

The more Suguru talks, the more you find yourself lowering your guard. Throughout the night, you find yourself wanting to make him laugh and glow at the results. His smile humanizes him. Gradually, a mutual affinity begins to form between the two of you. A shared understanding that transcends the chaos of the party, stemming from your shared admiration of Gojo. A deep admiration, you explain to your new acquaintance as the party dies down a little, that makes his ruthless comments and public dismissal hurt more than any loss at an award show.

"I can't help but feel like I disappointed him, y'know?" You murmur, resting your chin on your free hand.

When a singular, long finger extends to tilt your head in his direction, you nearly jump back at Suguru's sudden proximity. The whiskey has you feeling loose and easily flustered and god, when did he get so close to your face?

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and he freezes you with that low-lidded gaze. This close, his cologne tickles your nose, pleasant and intoxicating. It's not hard to sense that something else prowls beneath his easygoing demeanor. Something predatory that itches to catch you in its maws.

"You did," says Suguru, and you purse your lips, eyes glued to the bar counter. "But I think we can fix that."

You laugh but don't bother asking him how. Gojo has made your place in this industry, amongst your peers, incredibly clear tonight.

He leans in, and again, you wonder where Gojo is.

The same thumb that had traced over your mouth now encourages your lips to free.

"He's not my boyfriend, y'know," Suguru murmurs.

You grin, somehow both feeling spiteful and as though you know better. "If you say so."

Your lips brush, and then Suguru is pressing you into the bar, one hand resting on your hip, the other on your chin, molding himself into you. His kiss is short and sweet and tastes like whiskey. He sighs into your mouth and you think you catch a hint of cigarettes and spearmint too. The actor's grasp on your chin is both tender and assertive. For a single moment, the world narrows down to the feeling of his lips on yours.

Until your phone vibrates violently in your pocket, startling you from Suguru's hold.

"Oh, shit," you fret, whipping out your phone to see the caller ID. "It's Shoko."

Before you answer, Suguru swipes the phone from your hands and lets it emit its final ring before opening the contacts on your phone. You watch in disbelief as he adds his number and then drops the device back into your open hands.

"When you're ready to earn your keep, call me,"

With a wink, he slinks into the remnants of the crowd, disappearing as though he were simply a figment of your imagination to begin with. Dumbfounded by what just transpired, you're slow to remember to call Shoko back, who is armed and ready to give you an earful once you finally do.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been blowing up your phone for the past thirty minutes, and Utahime is sick, and our ride is here, we need to go-,"

In the background, you think you can hear Utahime moan something about her stomach. You wince.

"Sorry," As you make your way toward the exit, you can't help but scan the crowd of retiring partygoers. "Someone wanted to apologize to me."

Shoko either doesn't hear you or doesn't care as she argues with her chauffeur over the correctness of your address, but promptly hangs up after a sharply delivered, "Hurry!"

There's a lightness in your step as you exit the hotel that wasn't there when you arrived. Emotionally and physically exhausted after tonight's conundrum, a smile dances on the edge of your lips when you think about the number on your phone.

You think you can accept that maybe you won't be receiving that apology in person, from the person that owes it to you the most. You can accept that if this is what you get in return.

A pair of brilliant blue eyes track your every move between the bar and the bathroom behind a precariously set pair of shades. Satoru watches with rapt curiosity from his section at the corner of the party. After the third time you had excused yourself from your cheerful crew and cast, he had pointed Suguru in your direction.

Throughout the night he had observed the dynamic between you and his best friend, not at all surprised when you're quick to fall for his charm. When Suguru bends to kiss you, Satoru takes his leave for the night, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

You didn't really know it yet, but you had something Satoru wanted. And he had every intention of getting it, even if it meant getting his hands a little dirty.

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Coffee & Chaos - Part 1

Pairing: Producer!Jensen x Fem!Screenwriter!Reader

Word count: 1,679

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

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Y/N pulled into the parking lot, the tires screeching slightly as she stopped the car abruptly, hissing at the noise. She turned off the engine, checking the time on her phone and breathing a sigh of relief. She was early for her first day, which allowed her a few extra minutes to look over the material that she had been given once she got the job to prep for the first day. She opened the canvas tote bag that had all the scripts she had to read before starting, taking out the last one and flipping to the last few pages. She read them quickly but made a few detailed notes on certain parts and hoped that what she had added would help her new boss see potential in her.

She had been hired as the office assistant/writer’s assistant, which she’d be pulling double duties of running the office to the producer’s liking, as well as helping with research and note taking during meetings. Considering they gave her copies of the scripts to read (after signing several NDAs), it was a good sign that they already trusted her.

Checking her phone again, she put the script away along with her pen and highlighters. She picked up both her bags and got out of the car, locking it before making her way towards the door of the production office. Walking down the hallway, she took in all the framed posters of films and TV series along the walls. Some were projects from Chaos Machine Productions, and others from the production company they shared a building with. With the help of the signage, she took a left at the end of the hall, turning towards Chaos Machine.

“Hi,” a young woman approached her as she reached the office, a bright smile on her face. Y/N recognized her as the woman who conducted her interview. “Great to finally see you in person Y/N.”

“You too, Sarah,” Y/N responded, shaking her hand.

“Alright, let’s get you set up,” Sarah stated, and gestured for Y/N to follow behind her.

Y/N smiled at some of the other employees as she walked past the desks, each of them set up with Mac computers and personal touches from the person who sat there. She reached the end where one of the desks only had a computer and dropped her bags near the leg of the table, sitting on the chair and turning it in Sarah’s direction.

“So, computer’s ready to go, your username and password are in the employee email, and you can change the password any time. This is everything that needs to be done before Mr. Ackles comes in at 10,” she explained, pointing at all the papers in front of Y/N. “But don’t actually call him that, he prefers Jensen.”

“Okay,” Y/N nodded.

“If you have any questions, I’m just a few desks down,” Sarah said, a kind smile on her face. “Welcome to Chaos Machine.”

“Thanks,” Y/N muttered, sighing softly once Sarah walked away. She felt a little lighter now that she had a general idea of what was going on at the company, and what the people were like.

She got everything set up on her computer, the itinerary for the day, printed out all the documents needed for the morning’s meeting, and then got started on setting up the room before Mr. Ackles came in. One of the employee’s mentioned that he was pretty punctual, so as soon as it turned 10am, she had his coffee ready. She didn’t get to meet him at the initial interview because he was out of town overseeing one of the productions, but considering she had seen some of his work, she knew him and just hoped he wasn’t going to be a problem with those distracting features of his.

That thought immediately went out the window as she finally laid eyes on him, seeing him walk into the office with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He sauntered past her, engrossed in the script he had in his hand, filing through the pages. He stopped abruptly, turning on the heel of his boot and facing her, causing her to gulp.

“You must be Y/N,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

She stood up, trying not to think about how great her name sounded on his lips, smiling politely. “I am. It’s great to finally meet you, Mr. Ackles.” She frowned as soon as the words left her mouth.

He had clearly noticed her chastising herself, but he didn’t make it known. He smirked, waving her off. “Jensen’s fine. Is everything set for the meeting?”

“It is,” she confirmed, picking up the papers that she had looked over three times already. “That top one needs to be signed, and the writers should be here soon.”

“Awesome.”

“And this is for you,” she muttered, handing him the steaming mug of caffeine.

“Thank you.” He took the mug from her, taking a small sip with a hum of approval. “You’d think it wasn’t your first day. Let everyone know to be in the meeting room in 5?”

“Sure thing,” she agreed.

“Great,” he breathed, smiling at her once more before he walked towards his office.

She watched him leave, an involuntary sigh leaving her as she took in his retreating form. She found herself biting her lip as her gaze drifted down to his shirt-covered back, denim clad ass and the bowlegs that took long strides towards his office. She shook her head as she sat back down. The last thing she needed was to develop a crush on her boss.

She couldn’t exactly avoid him in order to help with that, so she just hoped that the universe would have mercy on her.

Lunch time rolled around quicker than she had realized. She tried to escape outside to hopefully have at least one moment she didn’t have to see him, but that plan went to shit the minute Sarah dragged her into one of the other meeting rooms where everyone was having lunch together.

“So how long have you been in L.A. for?” he asked her as she sat down across the table from him.

“About 6 months,” she replied, only meeting his eyes briefly before she looked back down at her salad, “I was at another production company for a couple of months, but a friend heard about Chaos and told me I should apply.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes staring deep into hers. “So, what’s the next move? Writing, directing?”

“Writing, hopefully,” she sighed, her lips pulling into a small grin. “Honestly can’t imagine myself doing anything else.”

He leaned back in his chair, an approving smirk on his face. “I don’t think I’ve heard an honest answer like that in a long time.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up the longer she looked at him, and she knew she had to take her leave and get back to early as soon as possible. Picking up her box of salad and phone, she stood up, and with one parting smile, left the room, still feeling his intense but alluring gaze on her.

She could feel the initial fluttering of attraction deep in her stomach, but she had to ignore it.

Y/N yawned as she slapped the last script on top of the pile, stepping back to take in the work she had done in the last hour. She had separated all the screenplays that had been sent to the company, sorting them into ones that were worth coming back to, others that would be better suited to other companies, and ones that unfortunately had to be sent back to the writer. She frowned as she thought about how hers were probably sitting in an office similar to this out there, waiting to be given the time of day.

It's all a part of the business, I guess. She looked down at her watch and sighed heavily, seeing that it was close to 8pm. She had no energy left to go home and cook, so take-out would have to do. Shutting the lights off in the small back office, she closed the door behind her before making her way back to her desk. As she approached, a smile grew on her face, seeing Jensen leaning against the surface.

“Figured you deserved this after a long first day,” he said, handing her one of the tumblers with two fingers of whiskey.

“Thanks,” she muttered, clinking her glass to his before she took a sip.

“Enjoy that while you can, ‘cause today was easy,” he warned her, a playful glint in his eye as he smirked. “Things are about to get a whole lot tougher.”

Standing up a little straighter, she tilted her chin in silent challenge as she looked up at him. “I can handle whatever you’re gonna throw at me.”

He chuckled, throwing the last of his drink back. “Good.”

She huffed a small laugh as she finished her drink, passing the glass back to him. She flinched slightly as his fingers brushed against hers, causing their eyes to meet once more. He slowly took the tumbler back, stepping back as he smiled softly.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jensen,” she whispered.

Y/N watched him walk back into his office, the door left slightly ajar. Sarah had told her he was usually the last one to leave because he just preferred doing a little extra work at the office before going home. With one last look at his door, she packed up her things and turned off the lamp at her desk, walking down the hallway to the front of the building.

She couldn’t believe that she already had one day down at the company, after weeks of anticipating this new job. She knew it was only going to get tougher just like Jensen had told her, but she was prepared for it.

She just had to hope she wouldn’t fall for his ridiculously handsome face along the way.

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Then There Was You- Chapter Six

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.6K+

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Chapter 6:

It had been two months since the cast and crew party and since Y/n finally admitted her feelings toward Tom to herself. Her feelings only grew for the man. The teasing from her friends actually dwindled since she talked to them about the situation. Tom and Y/n had become steadily closer, sometimes even hanging out together alone in his room. It was a struggle to not talk to anyone about liking Tom. To not tell anyone how her heart swelled anytime he called her, love or darling. Or when he laughed at something she said. It was already hard enough for her to admit it to herself, but admitting it to everyone else was going to be even harder. So she made a plan. Lori was coming to visit within the day and Micheal, Ryan, and she was planning to have a quick little lunch together. Y/n decided she would tell them then and hopefully convince them to seize on the teasing at least around Tom.

Y/n then focused back on the scene at hand. “I like being friends with you, Aliyah,” Ryan’s face looked down in disappointment. “I like being friends with you, too Willaim,” she said trying to hide her sadness. Their conversation pauses. “I have to go. See you tomorrow,” Ryan says in a rush and walks off the scene. In the scene Aliyah is hiding her emotions, she never thought that the movie would ever correlate with her life, but Ryan acted her feelings perfectly. “Cut! We might run through the scene a couple of more times after our lunch break! Great job people see you at 4!” Ryan C. said. Y/n talked to Ryan about some lighting changes they could make and moving the camera to a slightly different position. She watched as Tom talked to a few of the crew members, she could vaguely hear him ask about their families. He always seemed so genuinely invested in every conversation he had. He must’ve felt her eyes on him because he looked up and winked at her, then quickly got back in the conversation. She felt her heart flutter at the motion. She was a goner for sure.

When Y/n and Ryan’s conversation concluded, she went to go grab a bottle of water. Just as she grabbed one she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes. “Guess who?” said the person dragging out the o’s. Y/n almost exploded with excitement when she turned around. "LORIII my love. I missed you so much!” Y/n said hugging her friend. Lori and she had been friends since they were kids. Though she and the other girls were close, Lori and Y/n had been through it all, they were practically sisters. “I missed you too, sis! Now put your hand out,” Lori and Y/n had this tradition whenever they hadn’t seen each other they would do a handshake, and not just anyone it was the infamous Peter and Ned one. Y/n grinned at this, sticking her hand out to complete their handshake. She hadn’t noticed that Tom was watching with Ryan and Micheal until she heard his laugh. “Wait, isn’t that Peter and Ned’s handshake?” Micheal answered him with a laugh. “Yeah Lor and Y/n/n have been doing that ever since they saw Spiderman: Homecoming. They’re the biggest Marvel fans I know.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders and Lori went to introduce herself. “Tom! It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you and I’m a huge fan!” Lori hugged Tom. Tom hugged her back. “It’s wonderful to meet you as well. Y/n talks about your friendship often during our movie nights.” Lori raises an eyebrow at Y/n finally noticing the way she looks at him. “Movie nights, huh? I haven’t heard about these.” Before Y/n can say anything Ryan quickly jumps in, “And we’ve only been invited once to their little hangouts.” Y/n’s mouth gapes open, “It’s because you never say yes when we do invite you! We gave up asking like 5 weeks ago!” Tom laughs at the group, seeing how close they were. Micheal wraps his arms around Lori, “Well we have to run off to lunch before Y/n and Ryan have to get back to it! See you soon Tom.” The group says their goodbyes and Tom hugs Y/n after the majority leaves. Lori eyes the two in amusement.

The group is seated, settled, and took their round of pictures.

Lori asked a question after taking a sip of wine. “So, what’s the tea with you and Tom?” Y/n nearly choked on her own when she heard the question and the group laughed, Ryan, patting her back. Y/n clearing her throat and sitting up straighter. “I actually want to talk to guys about him. As you all heard earlier, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months but before that, the night of the cast and crew party. I, um, discovered something. I… Gosh, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. I think I like Tom.” The group looks at her and then at each other and laughs. “Thank god you’re finally admitting it to yourself, Y/n/n, and to us, but babe we been knew. Also Michael you owe me! I told you she would tell us this month!” Ryan puts her hand out. “Yeah, sis, Ryan, and Michael have been telling me all about your little crush since day one. I knew nothing about the bet though. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell us though. I know it's been hard for you to express your romantic feelings towards people.” The group nods their heads in agreement. “So what do you plan on doing about it?” Michael asks. Y/n puts her head in her hands and looks back up running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know Mike, I don’t even think he feels the same way. I think I just want to enjoy looking at him and spending time with him. I don’t want to ruin our friendship more than anything. And if our friendship is messed up filming will be too. I just-” Lori cuts her off, “Y/n/n, babe, you’re overthinking. Take a breath. It’s okay if you’re not ready yet. But Tom definitely likes you, from the posts I’ve seen and the little interaction that I’ve seen, he likes you. Enjoy your time with him and tell him about your feelings when you’re ready.” Y/n smiles are the group as they comforted her. “I love you, guys you’re all the best. But no more making bets on me or teasing. I’m talking about you Ryan.” Ryan laughs but takes Y/n’s feelings seriously promising not to do it again. The group is soon interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. Y/n grins when she sees, “I love Atlanta,” The group laughs at Y/n’s goofiness.

It was finally the end of the day and Y/n was exhausted from the day. They went through a couple of more scenes throughout the day. Even then she had to say to work on some things two hours later. She was glad to finally make it back to her room. Y/n kicked off her shoes and grumbled about what she was going to eat. Most things were closed at this time. There was then a knock on her door. She tiredly gets up off the chair she was almost comfortable in and opens it. There was Tom standing there with a bag of something that smelled amazing and a huge grin on his handsome face. She watched it fall when he glanced her over, there was a pang in her chest when a grown graced his face, she’d do anything to bring it back. So she smiles trying to push the tiredness off her face but her voice claims it instead. “Hey, Spider-boy what do you got there?” She winces when she hears her voice. “Y/n, darling, you look exhausted. I brought you some food because I figured you haven’t eaten yet. Go sit down and relax, I already warmed it up before I came I’ll get some plates.” Tom nudges her towards the bed. She obliges, giving up because she is so tired. She turns on Netflix and switches it to Supernatural a show the two had been watching together since she found out Tom had never seen it. About five minutes into the episode, Tom comes in with what looks to be two plates of fried rice and sesame chicken. Y/n perks up with excitement when she saw it. It looked to be from the place they tried a few weeks ago and she loved it. He hands her the plate and she practically breathes it in. “Tom you’re the absolute best, thank you so much. I owe you one,” she says with food in her mouth. Tom chuckles at her and grabs a napkin wiping the food off her face. She felt her face grow warm at the gesture. “It’s no problem, love. I’m just glad to be here with you. I don’t understand how you watch this show while you’re eating.” Y/n nudges his side shhing him to watch the show. They watch the show moving their plates aside when they were done. Y/n puts her head on Tom’s shoulder slowly starting to doze off. When he notices, he wraps the blanket around her slowly getting up to leave, and maybe her tiredness gets the better of her but she asks him to stay. And he does.

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The thing about the Shazam! (Captain Marvel but they don't have the rights to call him that) movie is that overall it's pretty good? Even if I question the pacing choices made in terms of screentime breakdown for '14yo boys making mortifying life choices and humorously failing judgment calls' vs. 'character development wrt to literally anything else about this fairly large cast.'

It's hokey; it should be. It's got some decent themes and fun character bits and set up good solid hero/villain parallels to subvert.

But.

But it massively clotheslined itself with a major storytelling fuckup connected to the opening hook mystery, whose resolution is meant to be the emotional inflection point of the whole film.

Because the thing is, this movie chose to be slightly interesting in how it approached its 'family' themes. In a variation on 'family of choice' (since your foster family are in fact assigned by the government and Billy not having a choice about living with them only about trusting them is a major story element) it went for the more nuanced and kind of interestingly grimy take that the people who are actually in your life giving a shit about you matter, if you let them, and that you need to stop giving the people who failed to love you power over your happiness.

Which is not a bad premise at all! As messages for a movie about a kid being sent to a group home go, that's the most upbeat you could possibly get and still be tied to reality.

The Vasquez couple are written and played well in these terms too because they really, genuinely care, and are making so much effort, but as system graduates themselves they never had competent parenting modeled for them and god does it show.

And the mental health problems of the kids who got enough characterization to have them were similarly...realistic in a best-case-scenario sort of way.

But! Still with the but! Even though they pulled off a lot of this fairly touchy premise rather well, there's a crack in the foundation that makes the whole movie kind of collapse on a thematic level.

Because the movie (following the prologue introducing the villain's backstory) opens with a juicy emotional hook where small Billy is separated from his mother at a Christmas fair and never sees her again.

Cut to some years later, establishing status quo scene, he's a Troubled Youth rebelling against the system in an endless quest to find his mother and go home. He is committing minor felonies to get access to police information about women surnamed Batson so he can go to their houses because eventually one of them has to be his mom.

His case worker after he's picked up again refers to his mother as 'someone who clearly didn't want you,' which Billy rejects as bullshit, and he's valid! Because that is not what you say when you have actual information. That's a surmise. That's a sentence that says Child Protective Services and the police couldn't find her either.

Especially because you don't immediately chuck a kid into foster care because he's found unattended. Maybe you do that later, after a lengthy period of oversight, depending on his mom's reaction to having him returned and her race and socioeconomic status and apparent mental health and so forth. But you don't just not contact her, and you definitely don't refuse to tell the kid about the result once you have.

The only normal situation where an accessible record exists of a kid's original parentage but it's denied to the kid is in sealed adoptions, which are a formal procedure that clearly didn't happen here. There is every indication in this opening sequence that his mom was never found.

Which means she's a missing person. Either because they located the correct Billy Batson and his adult never came back to their house (which would suggest foul play or some other drama) or because despite being old enough to be in school and knowing his own name, no one could find evidence that Billy existed prior to turning up at that street carnival.

Which would constitute a very mysterious situation! What is he, from a cult? Another dimension? Did someone (in the social worker's proposed scenario, Billy's mom) erase all record of her kid somehow? Was magic involved?

So: the way we're introduced to this scenario, there's a legitimate weird mystery here that none of the adults in Billy's life care enough about to do anything but tell him to write it off, the way they have. That his missing person clearly did it on purpose.

Billy's being ridiculous because if what he's trying would work then he wouldn't need to do it; his social worker could have arranged a meeting years ago. So it's a useless self-destructive behavior he needs to let go. But he's valid, in that he's being very obviously failed by the system and is doing the only thing he can think of to try to address his situation for himself.

And then! The Big Reveal is that his mom has been living under her maiden name in the same city as him this whole time.

Which the Gamer Kid Who Turns Out In This Scene To Be A Hacker (he's about 10) learned by. Breaking into a federal database.

So he goes to her house and it turns out. She'd been a teen mother and her babydaddy walked out after marrying her, and her parents cut her off, and she was depressed and felt like a bad mother so. When she saw the cops had her kid, she just walked away. And she wants to believe he's been happy and better off without her.

And the emotional arc of the film rests on how Billy comes to terms with this. With the fact that his past will never take him back and he has to learn to find joy in himself and his present situation and his future.

Having let go of that idea, he's able to emotionally commit to his gaggle of foster siblings and realize that unlike the villain, who was obsessed with punishing the people who never loved or accepted him, or the wizard who was focused on finding The Perfectly Worthy Champion, what you needed to be good and not lost was to be part of a mutually supportive group, like the wizard Shazam was before he and his siblings were betrayed. And then they can be a superhero team, woo!

And that part is actually depicted fairly well, all things considered!

But the problem is that the audience, to vibe with this properly, has to roll with the revelation that Billy was wrong to cling to the mystery of his vanished, beloved mother and the fantasy of going home again.

We have to be willing to participate in the idea that the Resistant Child Subjected To Foster Care was in the wrong.

And he wasn't! He wasn't wrong! His understanding of the situation was flawed but it should not have been flawed in this manner.

Because this scenario as it's depicted doesn't make any sense. The cops do not just keep your kid without following up if you fail to collect him from the baggage claim. CPS does not fail to provide a kid with the readily available evidence that he's been voluntarily surrendered to them, when he keeps running off trying to go home.

Why would they do that, after all? Billy's misbehavior was a huge hassle for them. They gained nothing by denying him access to his mother and the information about her that was, you recall, sitting totally available in a government database that could be hacked by a random 10 year old asian-american orphan. They just...made their own lives harder for no reason, while extending the suffering of a child in their care.

If the cops tried to return him back when and she said 'no i left him with you on purpose please keep him' maybe she gets prosecuted for child abandonment and maybe not, but either way, billy would know about it.

But if the screenwriters had made it clear early on that this information had been offered to him and he'd chosen not to believe it, they couldn't get a proper Reveal at the end because it would just be Billy being unable to continue pretending something the audience had known not to believe all along.

And they couldn't cram a good reason for the scenario they'd set up into the space they'd accorded it.

So they were just like, it's fine, if we cram enough cliches into this space people will react to the familiarity and go 'ah yes i know this one' and go along with it, and not notice that this isn't an actual coherent reply to the question that was set up an hour ago and therefore is emotionally unsatisfying somehow.

Anyway this is an important storytelling guideline: if you put in a mystery to control either the actual plot or, even worse, the emotional storyline, that mystery and its resolution have to make internal sense.

If you pull the Real Situation out of your ass, and it's not a matter of red herrings or That One Fact you didn't have that makes all the rest fit together differently, but in fact no one involved could have figured this out and especially if the people who did say this in the first place had no good basis for it, but still get narratively awarded the Correct trophy in a way that contributes to the thematic climax so the audience has to care. Then that will not get good results. It will make it hard to deliver on your intended themes.

Some people will not notice or care! This is true! But a lot of people will, and you'll get enough of a better punch even with the other folks, if the setup and denouement fit together properly and don't require reaching, to matter.

And when people do notice at all, rather than their naturally flowing along with the climax you're steering toward and experiencing A Story, there will be a tendency to notice you standing there placing roadsigns toward the Intended Emotional Response, and call you a hack.

People call out plotholes way too vigorously sometimes, so I want to be clear: it's not the lack of supporting logic I mind. It's that the active presence of illogic, of what's presented as a chain but is broken along its length, means the central character arc intersects with the core theme in a noticeably forced way. Which is bad craftsmanship on a meaningful level.

There is a loss of cohesion where you cannot satisfactorily resolve how the scenario we were initially shown came to be superimposed over the revealed truth, because that relationship between elements is very important to making a 'revelation' storyline land, you know?

In this case it's particularly vexing to me because the last-minute asspull and its thematic weight reaches back around and at the last minute moves the whole movie thematically to the other side of the line wrt whether it's approaching Billy, our protagonist, as a subject with whom we're supposed to identify or an object whom we're supposed to observe.

It makes all the high-school-freshman-posing-as-adult gags retroactively less funny because we were now more explicitly laughing at him, and takes a lot of the depth out of the emotionally sincere moments.

Up to that point I had really appreciated how, despite wavering that way, Shazam! hadn't actually fallen to the MCU Spiderman temptation to dehumanize its protagonist. Which seems to arise out of this weird tendency I've noticed to assume the natural sentiment of adults toward adolescents is bemused contempt, and that therefore if they ask their audience of paying grownups to empathize too closely with a teen hero instead of setting him and his Immaturity up as a clown for our amusement, they'll get themselves banished to the Children's Fiction ghetto.

And, of course, if they'd been fully committed to one side or the other of 'Billy is a protagonist the viewer relates to closely' or 'Billy is a protagonist the viewer relates to distantly,' they wouldn't have gotten snarled up about how much information to hand over when.

Committing to either option (giving us only as much information as Billy had and constructing a story that was solid from a being-Billy angle or giving us more information than Billy and operating confidently in the realm of dramatic irony) could have worked quite well. But because of the mixed signals and unstable narrative distance, they wound up with a distinctly weakened finale.

#hoc est meum #in real life things happen that you have no good reason to expect all the time #but in real life we know they happened for some kind of reason as in #causality exists and even in situations where we can't dig into the chain #we have cause to understand that it's there #in fiction they happened because they'd be convenient #so the rules of what information can be available and how you frame new information being revealed exist #to keep the audience from feeling jerked around #you have to earn people's trust and if you lose it #that limits the kind of results you can get #when writing fiction one of your tools is the reader's mind #if you give them reason not to allow you free use of it your composition contracts #screenwriting #shazam #and like in this case there's a profound betrayal of the protagonist and thus of the audience who connected with him wrapped up in it

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Coffee & Chaos - Part 6 (FIN)

Pairing: Producer!Jensen x Fem!Screenwriter!Reader

Word count: 1,710

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of angst, fluff

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Y/N sighed heavily as she pressed the play button on the voicemail that had been left on her phone.

Y/N, it’s Jensen. Listen… I don’t understand what happened back there, but please let’s just talk about it. If I did something wrong… I’m really sorry, darlin’. Just call me back, okay?

She pressed the trash button, deleting the message and moving onto the next one.

Hey, it’s me again. I just want to talk to you. Make sure you’re okay. Please call me back.

She closed her eyes as she leaned back in her chair at the table, running her hands down her face to wipe away the tears that had started. She had made a mess of everything, and she had no clue how to fix it. She loved the job she was doing, and she could very well have to give it up just because she couldn’t control her feelings for her boss. She never should’ve gone into the office to talk to him. She should’ve let it go, gone home and forgotten about why she was mad. At least that wouldn’t have led to them having sex on his desk. Sweaty, sensual, passionate, needy, rough sex that had kept her up all night with all the images that replayed in her mind.

What was worse, was that Jensen was clearly under the impression that he had done something wrong, and they couldn’t be further from the truth. He was in no way to blame for her getting so desperate for him that she couldn’t walk out of that office. If she had left before things progressed, she wouldn’t have been considering her future at Chaos Machine Productions that morning.

She had to leave before someone found out what happened, somehow. No good would come from her staying at the company, and she had to move on. No matter how much she really didn’t want to.

It was the right thing to do after the chaos she had caused.

Jensen stared up at the ceiling of his home office, his head pressed back against his desk chair as he gnawed at his lip. He had been trying to work to distract himself from the situation with Y/N, but his mind was too occupied to concentrate on anything in front of him. He had left her message last night and earlier that morning, and she hadn’t responded yet. It was a Saturday, and she had only taken a few things home with her to work on, so he knew she wouldn’t be that busy. He knew he needed to talk to her, but he wasn’t sure if he should go to her house, not wanting to corner her in any way.

Things were definitely more clear now, almost 24 hours after everything went south. He was sure what happened was what they both wanted, and maybe she was just scared of any possible repercussions. He had to hope that was all it was.

Looking down at the time on the computer screen, he saw that it was almost 7pm. He had spent the whole day in that office and he really needed to get up and stretch his legs. Deciding that he had to take the leap, he looked up Y/N’s address from the company files he had a copy of his home computer, standing up from the desk once he had put it in his phone.

If she asked him to leave, then he would do it, but he had to fix things between them before it was completely unsalvageable.

Y/N poured herself a generous amount of wine into a glass, carrying it over to her couch and sitting down with her legs tucked under her. She hummed contently as she took a sip, extremely glad that it was finally at a decent hour in the day when she could switch from coffee to wine. She had Thai food on the way, and she wanted to find something on Netflix that would distract her from how she had been feeling all day. She was angry at herself for what she had done, and she was sad too. She wasn’t ready to leave the company that she had loved to be a part of so soon.

She was really going to miss the work, and the people, especially Jensen. Even if her feelings for him had been the reason for this mess in the first place.

The doorbell ring echoing through the house made her frown, as she stopped flicking through all the titles on Netflix. She placed her glass on the coffee table and stood up, her bare feet padding down the small hallway to the front door. She gasped as her eyes widened once it was opened, seeing Jensen on the other side.

“Hey,” he greeted her, that timbre of his voice reigniting the heat within her instantly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, softly as she gulped. She was nervous to be around him, knowing she had no control of what she felt for him.

“Well, you haven’t called me back despite me asking you to, twice, so I thought I should pay you a house call,” he explained, his green eyes locked on her.

“Jensen, I…” she sighed, shaking her head, unsure of how to say what she needed to say.

“Y/N please, let’s just talk about this, okay?” he reasoned.

Pressing her lips together as she thought it over, she nodded slowly. “Okay.”

She stepped aside and let him step into the house, closing the door and leading him into the living area. She turned back to face him, her hands nervously twisting each of her fingers as she dropped her gaze to the floor. She was afraid of where this conversation would go, and she didn’t want to upset him in any way. Before she could open her mouth to speak, he was right in front of her, his curled finger under her chin tilting her head up to look into his eyes once more.

“I was so sure that what happened was what you wanted,” he started, his voice low and husky, working through his thoughts as he spoke. “If I hurt you, did something you didn’t want in any way, please, please tell me.”

She shook her head, feeling tears prick her eyes. “You didn’t do anything that I didn’t want. It was-it was all amazing. You were amazing-”

“Then why’d you run off, darlin’?” he asked, softly.

“I shouldn’t have stayed behind in the first place,” she replied, sniffling as a few tears escaped. “If what we did got out somehow, it could risk things for you and I don’t want that. I couldn’t handle it if I was responsible for your career being in jeopardy. So I… I think I have to leave the company.”

He sighed heavily, fearing she’d want to do that. None of it was her fault, and he was starting to realize it wasn’t his, either. He acted on impulse, and they shouldn’t have done anything at work, but he knew he liked her a lot. And from what she just said, he knew she liked him, too. There was nothing wrong with that. They could keep things secret from a while, until she decided whether she wanted to move onto another production company or was in charge of her own series. She was so talented and capable of anything, and he wanted to be in her life to support her in her dreams.

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” he admitted, never taking his eyes off her as he continued, “I told myself I’d let you go if that’s what you wanted, but I think, even in the short time you’ve been here, I know you. I know that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Then stay,” he stated, a small smile playing at his lips as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “Stay at the company, and everything else will work out. We’ll keep things between us until you want to move on.”

“But what about-” she started but he slowly leaned down, cutting off her words with a soft kiss.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle together,” he muttered against her lips. Lifting his head slightly, his green eyes gazed into hers as his smile widened. “I like you, Y/N. So, so much. Since the day I saw you. And I know in time that I could find myself loving you. I’m ready to give this a shot if you are.”

She beamed as she moved closer to him, her hands clinging to his shirt as she looked up at him. “I really like you, too. I’m ready.”

Jensen chuckled lightly as he leaned down, kissing her passionately as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She smiled against his lips as the embrace continued, her hands moving up and draping around his neck. The doorbell ringing again made him groan in frustration as he pulled away, looking behind him.

“That’s my Thai food,” she giggled, biting her lip. “Do you… wanna stay for dinner?”

He turned back to her, smirking as he pecked her lips once, twice. “I’d love to.”

They pulled away from each other and he gestured for her to wait, walking towards the door to get the food for her. Y/N couldn’t help the smile that pulled wide at her lips as she thought about the last 24 hours and the drastic way her life had changed. She wouldn’t take one thing back now that it all worked out for the best. She knew that things would be difficult as they kept their relationship secret, but she was more than willing to try with Jensen by her side.

She got to keep the job she loved, stay with the people she had become close with, and be with the man she had fallen for on the very first day at Chaos Machine Productions. If someone had told her all of this would happen when she moved to L.A., she wouldn’t have believed them. But she knew one thing for certain.

She wouldn’t change a single moment.

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Then There Was You- Chapter Nine

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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“So, Y/n, when’s a good time for us to have our date, before or after the movie is finished?” Harry asked jokingly as Y/n and the other three boys were waiting for the elevator to get to their floor. They had just wrapped up four more hours of filming and Y/n would never tell Tom this, but the four of them together made everything more fun. Y/n and Harry had to constantly be told to be quiet. Haz and Y/n were making plans on how to prank Tom since he was going to stay the rest of the time to help assist Tom. And with Sam, they talked about different restaurants Y/n wanted to try. When it the elevator finally pinged and opened, they stepped out and made their way to Tom’s room. “I’m pretty booked and busy for a while but I’ll let you know,” she laughs. Tom rolls his eyes as he presses his card on the door opener. Tom tosses his jacket on the couch as he says, “She doesn’t want to go out with you, you div. She needs someone more her speed,” Everyone sits on the couch with him. Y/n turned on the TV. “Oh and who’s more her speed? You, Thomas?” Silence and awkwardness made themselves known in the room at his statement. All of a sudden, a pillow smacked his face. Y/n was the first to laugh. And then a pillow hit her face and all chaos broke loose. Pillows hit everyone’s limbs, loud laughing bounced off the walls, and their was a loss breath as everyone finally settled down. A movie was quickly decided on and everyone’s attention was focused. They even ordered barbeque from one of Y/n’s favorite spots.

Y/n was starting to get sleepy by the end of the movie and everyone but Tom was knocked out on the couch. “I’m going to head out, Tommy” she whispered stretching while getting up. Tom grabs his hoodie to walk her back to her room. “You don’t have to walk me back you goof, go get ready for bed. I’ll be fine,” Tom waved her off pushing her to the door and grabbing her jacket. “You know I’d never do that I’m too much of a gentleman. Gotta make my mum proud.” Y/n laughed quietly as he bowed opening the door. Tom closed it lightly and they walked in silence to the elevator. Y/n noticed that Tom had something on his mind as the doors closed. She wouldn’t speak about it first. “Were you really thinking about going on that date with my brother? You know it’s okay if you were. I just… I just couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. I mean I would support it if it would make you happy. I’m sorry I’m rambling.” Y/n giggles as the door open and they both exit walking to her room. “We were just joking Tom, no need to worry.” she says stopping in front of her door. “Besides, I like someone else,” She says with a wink and kisses his cheek saying good night, and closes the door. Shocked that she did that. She quickly texted Ryan what had just happened.

Y/n breathed deeply. Ryan was right, the ball was in his court. She just never felt so bold before. Tom brought something out of her that she had never felt. She trusted him with her whole heart. He was her best friend and in such a short period of time, she started to fall for him. Romance was not something that came to her easily. In high school, she had one boyfriend, that wasn’t that serious because she was too focused on her writing. She never had time for him, so when she found him kissing another girl behind the bleachers, she wasn’t even mad. She went on a few dates but none of them ever stuck because she would constantly travel for the movie. Everything always felt so forced with them too. Doing it only because her friends would set her up, or her parents wanted her to get out more. Tom, he felt.. natural. She got herself more comfortable in the bed closing her eyes. He was always her last thought and she was the last on Tom’s.

A loud ping on Y/n’s phone interrupted her morning routine. She looked at the face of it and it was a text from Tom asking her to meet him at his trailer when he got on set since she had a few things that she had to do. She agreed anxious about what was to come. She hoped more than anything she didn’t ruin her friendship with him. She finished brushing her teeth and began to get dressed. She was ready for whatever was to come.

It was about an hour before she finally got a text from Tom telling her that he was ready for her. She made her way nervously to his trailer, hesitating to knock when she finally got there. He answered looking slightly disheveled. “Love! It’s so good to see you come in!” She was surprised by his enthusiasm. Maybe he did like her back. “How’d you sleep?” She side-eyed him as she sat down at the seat that he was offering her. “ I slept okay, how about you?” She asked him still confused. “Not too, well I was thinking all night about what you said. About how you liked someone already,” she nodded, urging him to keep going. “And I was wondering who it was? We hang out all the time and there’s no guy I ever see you talking to… or girl! Whoever, I didn’t know you liked anyone. Why didn’t you tell me? I would love to help you get with them.” Y/n blinked once. Then twice. Could the boy be really that dense? Maybe he didn’t like her back. She would just keep it to herself. He didn’t need to know that she liked him. Perhaps his not realizing was a blessing in disguise. Besides she wants to protect their friendship. She shook her head and put on a fake smile. “It’s no one, Tom. ‘Sides he doesn’t like me back anyways.” Tom went to go hug her. “He doesn’t realize what he’s missing Y/n. You deserve the world. If you ever want to talk about it I’m here.” She hugged Tom back. This was all she needed. She didn’t need to be in a relationship with him just his friendship, that was enough no matter how much she wanted more.

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