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Request from @sugarandedge: Okay because I’m thirsty AF for Jack and just fell into hole reading about celebrity PR relationships. Any way I was wondering if you could write something about you and Jack not really liking each other at first and being put in a PR relationship because of the film and yeah you can take it from there and end it however you want.

A/N: This is probably too long but was just having so much fun writing it I’ve spent like all afternoon on it. Christ. Anyways, hope you like it. Also I’m so sorry about all the fucking cheese jokes.


“You’ve got to be joking,” you spluttered, incredulous.

You were sat opposite your publicist in a quiet coffee shop, having just been told that the powers-that-be on the film you had just finished wanted you to pretend to be in a relationship with your co-star, Jack Lowden.

“Look, you wouldn’t have to do much,” your publicist, Brenda, said timidly, “Just been seen out together a couple of times, you know, walking, holding hands, that kind of thing. Go to the premier together, maybe share a kiss…”

“A kiss? No way.” You sat back in your chair, arms folded across your chest.

It wasn’t kissing him that you were opposed to, having kissed him in the film – it would be just like acting – it was the whole idea that you hated. You and jack hadn’t exactly seen eye-to-eye during the filming process, constantly bickering. He was a smug little Scottish prick, all suave moves and cheesy lines. You’d roll your eyes and make some comment about how his big chat was likely compensating for something. You couldn’t stand the guy; his self-satisfied little smirk, those arrogantly deep dimples, his eyes so blue that frankly you found them ostentatious. Granted, he was good-looking, but he knew it and that got on your wick no end. You knew if you had to pretend to be in a relationship with him you would never hear the end of it from him. He would forever think he had the upper hand.

“I won’t do it,” you said finitely.

“Okay, so we can veto the kiss but-”

“No. I won’t do any of it. You know I can’t stand the guy,” you pleaded.

“I don’t understand it, Y/N. everyone else loves him. He’s funny and friendly and actually very sweet. And you two have such chemistry, anyone would think that your on-screen romance didn’t require much acting.”

You snorted; the thought of being genuinely attracted to him was so ridiculous to you. Well, you did find him attractive, but you know, he was an arse. You weren’t attracted to him. You weren’t.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on, Y/N, please do it. Just a couple of pictures for the press, you’ll only have to see him a few times.” Breda put her best puppy dog eyes on and you knew you were trapped.

“Do I have a choice?”

She shook her head guiltily.

You huffed, “Fine.”

“Well, this is fun,” Jack said sarcastically as you walked side by side down the street. You rolled your eyes, thankfully concealed behind sunglasses.

“Should we hold hands?” he mocked, faintly stroking your hand with his pinkie, your skin brushing together for just a moment. You had to refrain from snapping your hand away from him.

“Oh, don’ look so miserable, we’re supposed te be in love!” He was so breezy about the whole situation, seeming fine with being used like a pawn, it made you resent him a little more. You plastered a smile on your face as you went into a supermarket, acutely aware of cameras following you around. You tried to act natural and happy, laughing at Jack’s crappy jokes and occasionally touching his arm.

Acting. It’s just acting. Deep breaths, be professional.

“Hey hey,” Jack said excitedly as you entered the dairy aisle, “How do ye like a cheese joke? Which cheese do ye use to lure a bear out o’ its cave?”

You sighed, “Camembert. Everyone knows that one.”

“Okay, what did the cheese say when it looked in the mirror?”

“Halloumi. Very droll,” you said sarcastically.

“Ye think ye can do any better?” he grinned.

You hummed, not wanting to indulge him, before giving in. “Which cheese do you use to hide a horse?”

“Mascarpone. Yer gonnnae have to do better than that.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “Okay, what is a cheese-lover’s favourite type of music?”

He shrugged, and you smirked, “R ‘n’ Brie”.

He laughed earnestly. “Okee, that’s pretty good. But who is a cheese-lover’s favourite composer?”

“Who?”

“Mozart-rella.”

You chuckled, “Did you just come up with that one?”

He shrugged in faux humility, “It just came te me.”

“Well, it was a bit of a stretch, but it was pretty gouda.”

A laugh burst out of him, “Oh wow, I dinnae see that one coming.”

“Sorry, that wasn’t very mature of me,” you said with a wink. Smiling, he shook his head, “I think ye win, I cannae compete with that.”

You inclined your head and sauntered into the next aisle. He jogged after you, still chuckling.

He came back to your flat with you, to complete the illusion, and helped you put the shopping away. You were sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, as Jack stood at the window, peeking out to see if the paparazzi had gone yet.

“Nah, there’s a couple still lingering.”

You took a sip, “I guess you can stick around for a bit then.”

He pursed his lips, suddenly uncomfortable, all his earlier jubilance dissolved.

“Might be here a while, it dinnae look like they’re plannin’ on leavin’ any time soon. One guy’s go’ a camping chair out.”

You scoffed dejectedly, “Best make yourself at home then.”

You suggested you put a film on after the uncomfortable silence became too palpable.

You sat on the same sofa, not touching but sharing a blanket. A couple of times you felt him looking at you, but you ignored it, along with the butterflies that seemed to be fluttering in your stomach under his gaze.

When the movie finished, Jack got up to check the window again. “Still there,” he sighed.

“How are you so okay with this?” you blurted out, the question all of a sudden too much to retain.

He looked at you, startled. You eyed the carpet, unable to meet his gaze.

“With what?”

“You know, this whole fake relationship thing,” you said, more to the carpet than him.

“I’m no’.”

You looked up at him in confusion, “But this morning, you seemed so… unfazed. It was almost like you were happy about it.”

He shook his head, a slight smile pulling sadly at his mouth. You stared for a moment, noting the shape of his lips for the first time, and the way his tongue darted out to wet them.

“Acting, love.”

You had felt yourself, somewhat against your will, warming to him, but with those two words your body went cold.

“Oh,” you breathed. You couldn’t understand why that seemed to hurt you so much. His eyes went wide with worry as he came to sit beside you again. “I didnae mean… It’s no’ you, I just,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’ like being used like this, any more than you do. I feel like I have no control over my life anymore. Don’ get me wrong, I love my job, but I hate all the politics that go with it.” He sat back, sighing gloomily. “A dinnae ken. I guess I just wanted te make the best of a bad situation.”

You shuffled a little closer to him.

You stood on your doorstep, seeing Jack out. He hugged you and whispered, “I’m gonnae give ye a peck on the cheek, if ye don’ mind. Fer the cameras, ye know.”

You nodded into his shoulder, signalling your understanding, and he pulled away to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin rather too much. He said goodbye and disappeared down the street with a final wave. You took a deep breath and shuddered after closing the door. Tears involuntarily welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t understand why. You refused to let them fall.

— 

You opened the car door and were hit by the roar of screaming fans, at the premiere of your new film. You had been told to walk the carpet with Jack, even though he had arrived first, and act like a couple. However, you were under strict instructions to never explicitly say you were in a relationship, just coyly dodge questions and bat your eyelids. Jack appeared before you, in a dapper three-piece suit, looking more charming and handsome than you had ever seen him. He offered his hand to help you out of the car. You took it gratefully, and let him steady you. He stopped a moment, taking in the sight of you in an elegant black dress draped loosely over your shapely frame. He appeared to take a deep breath, before taking your arm in his and leading you down the carpet. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “You look amazing, Y/N.”

The way his lips brushed against you made you shudder, and you felt a tug in your chest. You hadn’t seen him in the weeks since your staged shopping trip, and you’d tried to forget how vulnerable he had made you feel.

“You don’t have to keep up the façade when only I can hear what you’re saying,” you retorted, half joking but half bitter at these new reactions to this man that you had thought you didn’t like.

‘Maybe I’m going method,” he smirked. “Or maybe I just wanted to tell you what I was thinking.”

You felt your face get hot, and you didn’t know whether to smile or frown.

The whole event passed in a whirlwind of questions, mostly about your alleged relationship with Jack. Usually calm and composed, you felt flustered, distracted, so Jack did most of the talking. You couldn’t stop yourself from gazing at the way his jaw moved when he spoke, how his dimples played hide and seek. You were mesmerised by him.

“There have been some rumours that this isn’t a genuine relationship, just staged for publicity, given that you’ve only been seen together the once.” One interviewer said, rather forwardly. She showed you a picture of the two of you embracing in your doorway, capturing that moment when he told you he was going to kiss your cheek. The photo betrayed you, revealing your glossy eyes and rosy cheeks.

“But it’s hard to argue with this picture, right? I know you’re actors but this looks pretty real to me.” You tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. You swallowed, but Jack saved you before you could embarrass yourself further.

“We’ve both been really busy with work just lately, ye know, so it’s difficult.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, “Anything to say about this particular image?”

Jack laughed nonchalantly, “No, no. It was just nice to see each other. We really fostered a friendship durin’ the shoot so it was nice to have a good catch up.” What a load of bullshit.

You smiled in agreement, itching to move on.


You posed together for photos, smiling professionally. You stiffened when Jack put his arm around you, and your face fell when one photographer called out for him to kiss you.

Jack turned his face to the screen behind you and muttered, “Are ye alrigh’, love?”

You nodded, your breath a little shaky and not trusting your voice to hold out.

“Look, I know ye hate this, pretending to be with me, but it’ll be over soon.” His eyes met yours for a second and you felt yourself melting into him, “Can you smile just a little?”. The question was so gentle, so concerned, and tinged with sadness.

Your voice was fragile and hushed, but the words sailed across the space between you.  

“It’s not the ‘being with you’ that I don’t like. It’s pretending.”

For an excruciatingly long moment he was silent. The world fell away and all you could see was him; all you could hear was your drumming heartbeat. You searched his eyes for a sign, a hint, of his reaction, to no avail. Until his eyes skipped to your lips, so briefly you might have imagined it. You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, causing you to bite your bottom lip. Your chest heaved in anticipation and apprehension, as a cacophony of thoughts clamoured around in your head, infecting your chest, your hands, your stomach. You felt your skin tingle as Jack traced his fingers down your bare arm, before moving his other hand up to the vulnerable skin of your neck. He brushed the pad of his thumb along your jaw and held you there for a moment. You held your breath as he leant down and touched his lips to yours, the contact so light it could have been raindrops.

“I want ye to be mine,” he whispered, eyes still closed and forehead resting against yours. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You allowed the supressed smile to eclipse your face and muttered, brushing your nose against his, “Then I’m yours.”

Nuestro primer beso el más perfecto de todos, fue tan especial nunca se me va a olvidar porque no sé si nos vamos a volver a besar, ser solo tu amiga me mata lentamente, y siento que voy a resignarme a tener todo a medias contigo, y no quiero, Yo contigo lo quiero todo y más.
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anonymous asked:

How would Tsukki spend the day with his s/o at Disney ??

I LOVE DISNEY WORLD!! I’m going next week for school choir and I’m FREAKING out. Thanks for the request!!

•He’d pretend to my be that into it but secretly be in love with it

•He’d get super excited for the Peter Pan ride and make his s/o go on it twice.

• His s/o would make him get mickey ears and she’d get Minnie one so they could do a couples picture

• He wouldn’t be that into meeting the characters but would think it’s adorable when his s/o does.

• He’d hold his partners hand one every ride just so he can make it even more memorable for him

• He’d take lots of pictures of the day so he can look back on it whenever he wants

• His favourite ride of the day would be splash mountain since he’s so tall he’d sit in front of his s/o to shield them from the splash

• He’d also really like the food. He’d love the mickey pretzels espescially.

• For the most part he’d let his s/o choose the rides. He wants to make sure they have the most fun.

• At the end of the day watching the fireworks with his s/o, he’d lean down and kiss them. Just to make it te best day ever for sure.

I’M SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW I’M NOT EVEN JOKING THIS EPISODE WAS TOO MUCH AND YOU KNOW ONE OF THE BEST PARTS? THE MOTHERFUCKING SPANISH TRANSLATION. In spanish we have two ways to say “I love you”: “Te quiero” and “Te amo”, the last one is more powerful, in a relationship level is like a deep love. You use “amas” when someone is so important to you that you can’t live without them, is important, is other level of love. The translator used this word when they translated what Lailah said. They could have used : “¿Lo quieres?”, BUT NO, they used “¿Lo amas?” AND BELIEVE ME, THAT’S BEAUTIFUL.