Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.
You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.
Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes?
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Warnings: swearing, smut
You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Victor:</b> why are kids are so sexual nowadays?<p/><b>Yurio:</b> oh shut up, it wasn't that bad. You and Yuuri were all over each other.<p/><b>Victor:</b> correction; we danced a loving coreography about the separation of soulmates. what you and Otabek did out there got banned in 24 countries worldwide, young man.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
how do you wanna do this?” Jensen and you were currently sitting in the airport
trying to figure out how best to go about bringing your relationship public. He
knew you had reservations about it, you’d discussed them at length with him,
but you knew it couldn’t stay a secret forever. You didn’t want it to be a
secret. He assured you he didn’t have the same swarms of media attention that a
lot of celebrities had. He kept his life private, and he’d certainly
demonstrated that. He never had paparazzi following him around since you’d been
are the options?”
we could just wait until JIB and I could talk about you, bring you out on stage
if you’re comfortable.” Jensen said. “Or we could take a picture together, post
it and then explain more at the con. Then it’s not a huge surprise.”
kinda like option B.” You decided. “Plus, some of the people who follow you
have probably seen me in pictures from San Jac’s Facebook and Instagram so
maybe that’ll help? I don’t know. I’m so nervous.” You started ringing your
hands together, forcing Jensen to grab them and pull them apart.
gonna be fine, Y/N.” He tried to reassure you, running one hand through your
hair. “For every one person who says mean things about you another 10 or more
are gonna stick up for you, including me.” You cast your eyes downward, staring
at the floor and shifting your feet. “That’s not all that’s bothering you, is
You whispered. “We’ve only really known each other a few weeks…I just…what if…”
talking.” Jensen leaned in and kissed you, smiling as he shut you up.