Only 30 Minutes Intro The Movie And I Was Ready To Risk It All For Him

only 30 minutes intro the movie and i was ready to risk it all for him

thinking about him and how he deserved better

white lies | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 

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— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!

When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.

First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn’t mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 

Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 

Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 

Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 

Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 

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Poe + #18!! I love your writing!❤👏

18. “I can’t wait to hug you.”

Poe, in all respects, is one hell of a pilot.

The worst part is that he knows it.

The dogfight began in a blink, and before your sensors even pick up on the horde of TIE fighters, they’re biting at the ass of your x-wing and leaving you spiraling in an attempt to shake the pests. 

You’re not a bad pilot, not at all. But, with six TIE fighters riding your back end? Your skills slip a bit thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear blacking your vision. Only mildly, though. You gun it, wrists slamming the gears of your controls, locking you backwards and sending the TIE fighters zipping by you, opening up a hole that allows you to gun down a handful.

Poe’s voice cracks with excitement, pride surging in his words. “Nice shooting, Lieutenant!”

“Shut up and shoot, Poe,” you yelp, eyes widening as more TIE fighters flood over the side of the ravine, “I’m picking up all the slack here!”

Your hands are quick, sending yourself barreling towards the rest of Black Squadron for back-up. Jessika and Iolo’s comms crackle with affirmations of your movements but still, Poe chatters on. His grin is audible.

He’s locked in a daring tumble with a few fighters, wings skimming the sand of the surface as he ducks and weaves through the cracks in the surface. You watch as he quickly eliminates the targets before his fighter bobs upwards into the sky.

“Picking up the slack? Seriously?”

BB-8 gives an excited wooooooooooohhhhhhheeewwww.

But, you’re quick to notice the sleeper TIE making moves on Poe’s stern. Poe’s eyes widen as you gun the target down out of the sky behind him.

“You were saying, Commander?”

“I appreciate all you do and I can’t wait to hug you.”

“I can’t wait to strangle you.”

“Will you two shut up?” it’s Jessika this time, “Shoot now, flirt later.”

Sounds like a plan.

how does levi love or show he cares :) ?

author note :: ok this was very nice to write thank you for requesting it :-)

“watch your step, be careful.” – levi always has a hand close to your waist when he feels comfortable and senses that the two of you are away from invading stares

“have half.” – he’ll offer you part of his meal purely because he feels he should check in on you, he doesn’t ask in a sweet way or anything just a simple “want a bite?” or “eat.” but it means a lot

“got your gear on correctly?” – levi’s hands travel to your straps shoving a finger underneath to test whether or not you’ve tightened your harness appropriately. it’s become a habit for him to check, he likes to reassure himself that you’re safe and secure

“get some sleep.” – he knows how it feels to suffer with three hours or less, most of the time he struggles to even reach two hours. the least he thinks he can do is make sure you’re sleeping soundly

“dear.” – levi murmurs the term of endearment under his breathe as he holds your shaky hands after particularly gut wrenching expeditions. you don’t know why but it makes you feel better even if it’s just for a moment.

“i love you.” – only ever saved for the rarest of occasions. he whispers it into your hair when he believes you aren’t awake. you’ve been lucky enough to catch him in the act twice.

levi loves and cares for you quietly, he won’t spare you a glance as he hands you water, nor will he look at you when you’re hungry. he’ll simply slip some more food onto your plate wordlessly.

he gets worked up when your safety is at risk. when you make mistakes during training you often get a harsh warning but one day after a difficult training session filled with stumbling and tripping, levi loses it.

at first you’re irked, you’re covered in sweat and you want to shower but then you happen to notice the way his eyes glaze over as he speaks

“if you died do you have any idea what would happen?” his fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders sorely

wincing a little you squirm under his grasp. soon after he realises what he’s doing and takes a step back.

levi retreats almost immediately, doesn’t say a word after that and coops himself up in his office for the next two days

he’s always been avoidant with relationship issues but you know he needs his own time to reflect and come around to a conclusion

at the end of the second day he knocks on your bedroom door without any pauses. as soon as the door is flung open he practically falls right into your shoulders. you think he might cry but all he does is groan.

“if you died everything would go to shit.”

fingers lacing into his scalp and massaging his head you will him into taking it easy. he eventually finds it in him to sigh again without sounding as stressed as before

it’s always been like that. he’s always been first to make amends with you. not because you’re unwilling to apologize but because you know he needs his space

“levi, i know why you worry. don’t say sorry.” your reassurance elicits yet another shaky yet relieved breath.

“thank you.” levi rarely says i love you. thank you happens to be his substitute for when he knows you’re listening but you’re okay with it. he only cares and loves those he’s thankful for.

you aren’t bothered if he doesn’t say i love you out loud. you still happen to remember his deeper professions of love during the nights where he foolishly assumes you’ve slept.

you feel the most loved when he holds onto you tighter, restlessly. it feels like he worries your duvet will eat you up whole and steal you away from him.

all of his daily gestures of affection which may seem unnoticeable to others keep you going

and to be honest you think those gestures are worth much more than the words that accompany them

the subtle way his eyes automatically lookout for your figure in a crowd, to the way he holds your hand under the dinner table not wanting others to notice and interfere

he wants to share his vulnerable moments with you and that specific action where he hands you all of his trust means the most

levi’s actions over words policy is most definitely the key to your heart :-)

Finn 🤝 Poe

they're holding hands

true confessions

summary—perhaps agreeing to participate in a game on national television whose sole purpose is to get its hands onto someone’s private life — while actively hiding your relationship with Fallon’s other guest — wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

pairing—actor!bucky x actress!reader

word count—2.1k

warnings—suggestive-ish themes.

author’s note—i binged a couple of fallon’s “true confessions” interview games during zoom and here we are. please note that my portrayal of j*mmy f*llon is better than he will ever be dear god. ps – feel free to contribute in twt usernames i can possibly use because holy fuck those i came up with might be the worst things ive ever typed on this site. disclaimer!! any similarities to someone’s @ is completely unintentional!

masterlist / my inbox / ao3

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Beauty is pain, so they say. And indeed, they know what they’re talking about.

The fabric of her velvet, dark lilac jumpsuit rubs against the inside of her thighs irritably, yet it’s nothing she can’t endure. The click, click click of her heels tapping on the marble floor echoes around the buzzing with energy backstage area as she awaits for her cue, shifting her toes inside the restricting footwear. Fallon’s characteristic voice steadily rises in tempo and pitch as he introduces his second player and guest for the elaborate game, having introduced her co-star, James… Bucky, a few moments before. The backstage crew swiftly motions her to have a seat on a chair in which she will be rolling in the camera frame with, and roll she does.

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