I Have The Silliest Thought But What If Y/n Gave Trent A Starboy Bracelet As A Joke Since Everybody Calls

okay y’all i rewatched the hunger games in like a really long time and my feelings for both peeta and finnick have resurfaced (just like i do on here every few months)

but i suddenly got sm motivation to write for them so my reqs are open for these two!!

i mean just look at them 🙏🙏

nooo trent teaching jude how to do the exercise thats his big brother fr 😭

(cr to @judetrent1 on tiktok)

can we get some like 'junho is the type of husband' pls??? ❤️❤️❤️ doesnt have to be full story just fluff!! 🙏

Jun-ho is the type ...husband!edition 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jun-ho is the type...husband!edition

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader Warnings: F L U F F

Jun-ho is the type to wake up five minutes before you and get caught between wanting to snuggle you and kiss your forehead silly, but would absolutely never wish to disturb you. He will then fall back asleep with his body ever-so-slightly touching yours for reassurance...then sleep through three alarm clocks.

Jun-ho is the type to offer you all the blankets before you go to sleep, covering you in them, wrapping you up and squishing you through the fabric to relish your softness and delighted purrs at being so snug – and he gets to cuddle you harder without worry of hurting you with his fervour. In the middle of the night, however, all the blankets are oddly confiscated to his side of the bed, leading you to sleepy tug-o-wars. He’s very apologetic if he wakes and realises the situation.

Jun-ho is the type to warm you up and cover you being the big spoon, he loves feeling protective and close to you. When his chest is against your back, he knows you feel his heart and feels very connected to you. His hand always finds the top of your head and does little twirls in your hair as he humms in his sleep.

Jun-ho is the type to have all his clothes neatly folded by the bed, always wears a towel around his body after a shower, much as he loves and cherishes you, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and always acts as if it’s your first time meeting him.

Jun-ho is the type to be driven by intense adoration and affection rather than blind lust. You could put on the most racy, revealing, sensual negligée – and he will be very flattered and bashful, cheeks red and hand over eyes – but he will jump at you without warning if you’re comfortable in one of his shirts, humming to yourself and looking peaceful.

Jun-ho is the type to watch you do things, half out of protectiveness, half out of genuine curiosity. You always wonder how he manages to sneak up on you with his frame, but often you turn around to see him, smiling that wide smile to himself, as you do the most mundane tasks. Your confused “What?” is met with a little head shake and another smile.

Jun-ho is the type to get warm off your happiness – little gestures and little notes spring up around the house for you to discover, only for the little yelp of surprise or faux sigh you breathe his name in give him a small rush that makes him want to scoop you up and snuggle nose-to-nose.

Jun-ho is the type to wish to look after you, even if he knows you’re fully capable and wouldn’t ask him to. If you’re not feeling well, you get three hot water bottles and a bath drawn. And don’t even think of walking to it, he never misses an opportunity to carry you in his arms.

Jun-ho is the type to remember that one specific food, drink, item that you mention off-handily and suddenly, you discover cookbooks folded on the page of your favourite dessert and your coffee tasting more of the spice you like so much. He will never admit to it, though.

Jun-ho is the type to relish both foreplay and aftercare, with emphasis on both. He sees foreplay as the whole day he has free with you, from visiting a beautiful place with playful banter, hidden touches here and there, and lots and lots of PDA. You never knew feeding birds and sharing earphones could lead to such intimacy, but here you are.

Jun-ho is the type who loves dad jokes. Enough said.

Jun-ho is the type to be very protective of you, without bordering on uncomfortable. If you’re around people, you know his hand is very lightly hovering around the small of your back. If you’re walking together, it’s arm in arm. If you’re waiting for him, he always waits first to be aware of each aspect of his surroundings.

Jun-ho is the type to want to hold you tight, so tight he feels your bodies as one being – but is also worried he’ll hurt you, so he often walks up to you from behind and wordlessly lays his arms around your waist, holding your stomach, and gently swaying with you. The motion he feels adds intimacy and closeness.

Jun-ho is the type to remember all your anniversaries, but prefers to start celebrating them a day before their actual date, so you know he knows.

Before it’s too late

pairing: chad meeks martin x reader

summary: in which you and your best friend share secret feelings for each other. but you being attacked makes him realise how quickly life can come to an end.

requested !

a/n: ahhh my first imagine!! i’m so excited for you all to read it and hope you like it. english isn’t my first language so please stay nice if i make mistakes. my requests are open if you want to request something!

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

After the long and boring movie, you were walking through New York’s busy streets. Your hands were wrapped around your best friend’s - if you may say it - extremely muscled arm.

The best friend for whom your feelings grew stronger by the day.

You tried to ignore your sweaty hands, thumping heart and butterflies whenever you were around him. But it was hard.

Really hard.

You didn’t want to ruin the beautiful thing you had. Your long-lasting friendship.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that movie.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at what he had just admitted to you.

“What? Are you kidding me. It was pretty good.” Chad replied, a wide smile on his face.

You absolutely loved that smile, his beautiful genuine smile.

“Are you serious? I could make a whole list on what’s wrong about that movie. Front and back!” You exclaimed, receiving a chuckle from him.

“I am convinced we both saw a different movie.” Chad shrugged. A giggle left your lips at the weird taste of your best friend as you looked him in the eyes.

“You really are something, Chad.” You broke eye-contact with him, to watch the road you were crossing. “A good something, I hope.” He grinned, as you could feel him staring at you. you looked to your left and right before you crossed.

“Sometimes.” You shrug teasingly and you hear him laugh from beside you. The corners of your lips tug into smile when hearing the angelic sound.

After a while of walking around, talking and laughing the two of you had arrived in front of your dorm building. You let go of his arm, already missing his body so close to yours.

You were standing across from each other and somehow your feet didn’t want to move. You really didn’t want to go. You didn’t want this night to end.

“Should I walk you upstairs?” He questioned when you didn’t move an inch. You woke up from your trance and shook your head with a smile, “Thank you, but I’ll make it on my own.”

But in reality you wanted nothing more than for him to walk you upstairs. Just so you could be with him for a little longer.

He chuckled at your reply and opened his mouth to say something. But closed it swiftly, almost as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

Princess. The nickname that made your heart flutter, especially when Chad was the one to call you that.

He hesitated at first, but he leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

If your heartbeat wasn’t fast then it definitely was racing now. “See you.” You said while your cheeks heated up. He looked at you with his gorgeous smile and watched as you opened the door and stepped inside, completely flustered by what just had happened.

During your short trip to your dorm, all you could think about was him. It wasn’t any different than usual; you were always thinking about him. But something about that innocent kiss told you that things were different than you thought they were.

With a train of thoughts clouding your mind, you entered your dorm, welcomed by a strange smell. The smile on your face was wiped off immediately.

You called for your roommate, but they didn’t answer.

Confused by the smell filling your nose, you tried to find the source of it. Eventually you realised that the closer you got to your roommate’s room, the worse the smell got.

You opened the door and walked inside. Your roommate was laying on their bed, a blanket put over them.

As you drew closer and closer, your heart began to race. You became extremely nauseous as the smell intensified. Your pupils widen in astonishment as you pull away the blanket.

Your roommates dead body was brutally stabbed. Their blood had stained the mattress entirely red.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries as you looked at them. You couldn’t believe someone would ever do this to them.

You were about to get your phone from your pocket, planning to call Chad. But you got pushed down forcefully and fell on the ground. Your phone flew out

of your hand and landed not too far away from you.

Your watery eyes blinked a few times, before you saw the mask you would recognise from anywhere. The mask you had grown to hate with your entire being.

You tried to grab for anything that could be useful to attack the ghostface with as they were hovering over you. They had gotten ahold of your legs and pulled you closer to them, the blade of their knife sliding against the skin of your leg.

Your arms went everywhere trying to get ahold of something at least.

You successfully managed to grab a baseball bat which belonged to your roommate and hit the ghostface with it on their head.

“Motherfucker!” You yelled hitting it on their head a few times. You quickly got up when their grip loosened and searched for your phone.

You went to grab it, but just when you picked it up you were pushed again and this time the ghostface stabbed you in the leg, twisting it slowly and painfully.

You yelled out in pain and tried everything in your power to push them away, but it was no use.

They slapped the phone out of your hand and let out a deep evil chuckle.

“How does it feel without your muscled bodyguard to save you?” They spoke, their knife threateningly close to your face.

Their knife made its way to your stomach, and all you could do was watch. You were powerless, completely powerless.

They stabbed you without regrets twisting and turning the knife, causing pain to shoot throughout your entire body.

You thought of Chad.

The Chad who was calling you nonstop.

The sound of your ringtone was on the background as you could slowly feel yourself disappear.

-

Chad was pacing back in forth in his dorm, his body tense and his mind full with questions.

Why didn’t you answer? Did something happen to you?

Ethan tried to calm his roommate down the best he could. He told Chad you probably fell asleep and that you forgot to call.

But Chad knew better. Chad knew you wouldn’t go to sleep without letting him know you were safe and making sure he was. He knew you couldn’t go about your evening without checking in on him.

He knew you.

And you wouldn’t just ignore him out of the blue.

“I’ve got to do something.” He whispered to himself. He took out his phone and started calling you over and over again.

But still no answer.

He sat down next to Ethan on the couch, who was slowly drifting to sleep. “Y/n’s probably fine, Chad. Don’t worry.” He mumbled.

But that didn’t stop Chad from worrying. Not even a little bit.

When he called you again, you finally picked up and he let out a sigh of relief. But when the person on the other end of the line started talking, it wasn’t you.

He got up quickly after what he heard and didn’t even bother to grab a coat on this cold evening. He didn’t bother because something had happened to you.

Something bad.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” Chad questioned the woman at the reception, who was rather moody. She looked him up and down, before pointing towards the hall behind her.

“Room 13.” She replied bluntly, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud.

“Thanks.” He answered politely. His heart was racing out of worry.

He regretted not walking you upstairs. Regretted every decision he made that evening. And most specifically not telling you how he felt.

He had planned it all, the moment he was going to finally open up about his feelings for you. But he was too mesmerised by you, he completely forgot all about admitting to you.

He made his way to your room and his face softened when seeing you in the hospital bed. He walked over to you slowly, his heart breaking into a million pieces by seeing you like this.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard him enter, your head rested on the pillow.

“Chad.” You brought out with difficulty and you tried to shoot him a smile. “Y/n.” He replied walking over to sit down on the chair next to you instantly.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Y/n.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured him. “No, but it is. The night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but I chickened out and- I’m sorry.” Chad didn’t dare to look you in your eyes, feeling guilty.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you listened to his ramble. You wanted to say something, but your mouth couldn’t form any words.

Chad looked up to look you in the eyes, but this time it felt different. His eyes had something else in them than they usually had.

You still looked him in the eyes while he opened and closed his mouth several times. “I- There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you. And the thing is I thought I had more time. Time to actually think this through and make it a perfect moment- ”

“Y/n, I really thought I’d lost you. It terrified me. And regret washed over me, I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve told you what I actually wanted to tell you.” He said, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

You squeezed his hand assuring him that he could tell you what had been bothering him so much.

“Y/n, I like you. I have liked you since the moment I have laid eyes on you. Hell, I might even love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and-“ But before he could finish you had pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands made their way to your cheeks and cupped them gently. Your lips moved in sync together as relief washed over the both of you. The contact between your lips was electric and it’s as if the whole world just stopped. Like it was just the two of you.

You pulled away with the biggest smile on your faces. “I like you too, Chad. A lot actually.” You told him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Well, I’m sure I like you more.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes in response.

heyy! your jack fics are so cute, i love them!!

i was wondering if you could write a jack champion x actress!reader where they’re secretly dating and doing interviews (i was thinking something like the ‘avatar 2 cast spill their secrets in the tower of truth’ interview w him and bailey, if you’ve seen it) but there’s obviously something going on between them as they’re super cute and the media starts to speculate.

no worries if you can’t get to this, thank you !! 🤍🤍

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞?!

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫; 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟓𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭! 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭

Avatar 2 Cast Spills Their Secrets In ‘The Tower of Truth’ | PopBuzz Meets

the video starts with a black screen and the simple words “upcoming” displayed in the middle, before cutting to a later section of the video. jack is seen swinging his legs and arms back and forth in a little rhythm while you chant, “go white boy! go white boy! go, go, go white boy,” beside him.

the video cuts again, this time displaying a “technical difficulties, please standby” screen before cutting back to the two of you.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n,” jack says as he waves into the camera.

“and i’m jack champion,” you respond, the video cutting for the third time.

“ok, for real this time. we have to be professionals,” jack clears his throat and puts on his best serious face. “hello, i’m jack champion.”

“and i’m y/n l/n here with my lovely costar to play the tower of of truth with popbuzz meets.”

“okay who should pull first,” jack mumbles, scoping the layout of the jenga tower out.

“you obviously,” you respond, ushering towards him, “y’know ladies first.”

pausing his actions, jack side eyes you before straightening his posture. “i’ll have you know, i’m the most gentlemanly gentleman there is,” he says in his best british accent while fixing an imaginary bow tie around his neck.

you pull your lips back and raise your eyebrows, scratching the back of your neck as you look anywhere but at jack. the editor adds cricket noises in post, only enhancing the situation’s awkwardness. jack eyes you again, you straightening your form and giving him your best smile.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing jack, just get the video started.”

muttering a quick “fine” and rolling his eyes, jack pulls out the first block, reading its question.

“what were you doing the day you got the call to be in avatar 2,” jack reads, slapping the wooden block between his hands as he thinks of an answer.

“oh, oh i know. so i was with my mom in an uber when i— well technically she— got the call from the casting director. and like i remember being in the uber and wanting to scream but i couldn’t cause, y’know, i was in an uber—”

“take a shot every time he says ‘i was in an uber,” you interrupt, the video cutting to an edit of the amount of times he said the phrase.

“anyway,” jack drags out, eyeing you once more. “i remember being in an uber—”

“there goes another one,” you point out, the counter on the screen dinging again.

“hmph, i remember being in a moving vehicle that was not my own,” jack turns his body toward as he yells, pausing to stare you down, “when i got the call, and i wanted to scream so bad in there. but then we arrived at the hotel and i just screamed my head off and pigged out on ice cream.”

“what about you miss y/n? what were you doing when you got the call?”

“um…i was actually in the drive through line to popeyes when i got the call,” you spit out laughing, jack and the crew following suit.

“no, no, like i was in line at popeyes with my mom, and we were at the window when she got the call, and i just remember bawling as soon as i heard it. like the both of us were just full on crying. i think the lady who was working thought we were crazy because the look she gave us when she handed us our food was insane.”

putting the block on the top, jack ushers you forward, not before saying a quick, “ladies first.”

staring up at him, you slowly pull out a block from the bottom, turning it over to read its question.

“what was the last thing googled on your phone?”

jack whips out his phone from his back pocket, yelling “i know this one! i know this one!.”

“i can actually show you guys this,” the camera zooms in on his screen as he flips it to them. “the last thing i googled was henry cavill. totally not because of his strong…sexy… abs, y’know,” jack says, getting lost in thought.

“oh, i know why you looked that up,” you chortle.

“yeah, because of his abs, duh.”

“no,” you sigh, slapping your face. “remember him and jamie.”

“oh yeah! him and jamie flatters, our costar, kinda look alike.”

“yeah,” you mumble, “doesn’t help that they’re both british.”

“and handsome. really, handsome.”

“we get it jack, you have a crush on henry and jamie.”

“i. do. not,” jack yells in a deep voice before giggling like a school girl.

clearing his throat, jack fixes his collar before moving to pull the next block. moving to grab one in the middle, jack accidentally bumps into the table, almost knocking the entire tower down.

“oh my god jack,” you scream, hands flying to the tower for support. “the interview hasn’t even started and it’s almost over.”

“oops,” he says, turning the block on its side to read the question. “if you were to plan a heist, who would be the mastermind?”

“definitely not you.”

“yeah, definitely not me,” jack laughs, placing the block back onto the tower. “trinity bliss would definitely be the mastermind if it’s like out of the entire cast.”

“real, real. she definitely would, but if it’s like between us two, it’s definitely me,” you comment. “if you were the mastermind, you’d be like spongebob in that one episode.”

“oh the one where he’s like ‘put the money in the bag, put it in!” jack yells, turning his back towards the camera to imitate the popular clip.

“yessss! definitely would be like him.”

“yeah, i know. that’s why i’d be like the gatherer of gathering things.”

“the gatherer of gathering things? wow jack, you have such a way with words,” you sigh, mockingly batting your eyelashes at him.

“ok stop,” he frowns, “i mean like i’d be a henchman, y’know. like i’m tall, strong, can run fast. the full package deal baby.”

“i don’t know bout all that,” you whisper, moving to pull another block.

“say that again,” jack leans toward you, hand cuspsing his ear.

“what is your funniest memory with your castmates,” you speak, ignoring the demand from jack.

“mine’s probably the time y/n and i had like a two hour break in between scenes, and decided to take a nap together. then all of a sudden bailey and jamie decide that it’s a funny idea to come running in the trailer, screaming their heads off and pouring cups of water on us.”

“no cause i was so mad at them afterwards,” you say, laughing at the memory as you place the block on top of the others. “and it wasn’t just small cups of water, they were like this big.”

the screen stretches as you exaggerate your hands to show the size. jack laughs at your antics, nudging you with his shoulder to say your answer.

“oh yeah, ummm my favorite memory has to be the time when majority of the crew had half the day off, and we’ll all went out to eat.”

jack’s eyes widen as you retell the story, his hands waving in front of your face in an attempt to shut your mouth.

“jack stop! what are you doing,” you cry out in laughter, moving your face away from his hands. “like i was saying, we all went out to eat and jack sits next to me, and leans over—”

“no, no, no, don’t tell them,” jack frantically whispers, pulling on your arm to try to stop you from speaking. moving to his knees, his clasps his hands together, whispering out a quick, “please, y/n please.”

looking down at him, you raise your eyebrows before you mutter a quick, “are you done?”

jumping up, he holds his head down, bringing his hands in front of his torso. “yes ma’am.”

“i-”

“i’m sorry,” he rushes out, light pink blush covering his cheeks.

you stare at him for a few seconds, giving him a dirty look. “anywho, we’re sitting at the table and jack leans over to me and whispers ‘is that ketchup bottle real or fake?’ and i just start laughing because why would there be a fake display of ketchup on the table?”

“i don’t know,” jack whines, hiding his face in his hands. “for the aesthetics?”

“jack we were at a steakhouse.”

“well,” he sighs, flapping his arms against his thighs. “imma just pull the next one, okay? bereal, instagram, or tiktok.”

“tiktok,” the two of you say in unison before laughing.

“no but it’s honestly crazy how much i use tiktok,” jack breaths out, clutching onto his stomach.

“right! like sometimes jack and i will be sitting next to each other and we’ll still send tiktoks to each other.”

“and every response is like ‘real’ ‘same’ ‘me’ ‘us’ over and over,” jack adds.

“god i love us,” you sigh, the studio growing quiet before bursting with you and jack’s laughter.

“okay, okay c’mon jack,” you chant, your eyes peering into his. “we have to be serious, grrrr.”

“what the—”

the screen cuts to black as the two of you continue to laugh and cry, a “take two” sign flashing on the screen before cutting back to normal.

“who would survive in a zombie apocalypse? definitely not me,” you quickly say as you read the prompt on the block.

“how come?”

“ummm,” you drag out, tapping your under finger on your chin, “como se dice… i’d be quickly taken out by my own means.”

the studio grows quiet as the meaning of your euphemism sinks in, a small cough being heard in the background.

“awww, don’t say that,” jack pulls you in for a hug, squeezing his arms around your frame. “i’ll use my big strong muscles to protect you.”

“my hero,” you hum, flapping your eyelashes at him.

his grip around you loosens as he pulls back to flex his arms, giving each bicep a kiss before winking at the camera. “no but like i feel like i’d be perfect at surviving in a zombie apocalypse, especially since i’m from virginia i’d be like dale from the walking dead. you need something? i’m your guy.”

jack quickly grabs the next building block, the tower wobbling at the force.

“what was the most surprising thing about filming avatar 2?”

“i’d say getting close to people and the family i feel i’ve gained from this. like i’ve definitely created relationships that’ll last a lifetime” you say, your eyes soft as you look up at jack

his soft expression matches yours as the deeper meaning to your answer fills his head. a smile creeps onto his face as his eyes study your features; the features he loved so much. jack tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows as you squint your eyes and point your head to the camera, trying to signal something to him. after repeating the action once more, it finally clicks what you’ve been trying to tell him.

he’d been staring at you for too long.

“no yeah, the relationships and bonds i’ve build are definitely special,” jack rushes out, looking directly into the camera. “would also say the most surprising thing was that the big actors who worked on the first film weren’t snotty and rude.”

“true, true,” you say, wagging your finger in agreeance.

“y’know cause it’s so easy to be like ‘where’s my coffee? raaaa!’ but no one was like that, and i really appreciate that,” jack finishes off before you take the next block.

“what was your most embarrassing fashion moment? i don’t really know,” you say.

“like when i was a kid, my mom would dress me in mix matching patterns and it was horrendous. like i’d been wearing zebra pants with a leopard print top, but i don’t know if that reallly counts as my most embarrassing fashionable moment since my mom technically picked out my outfit.”

“i don’t know, maybe your mom was going for the madagascar vibe,” jack mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as you glare at him.

“y’know what, i wanna hear what your most embarrassing fashion moment was like.”

“actually,” jack bounces on his tippy toes and points his index finger in the air, mocking the stereotypical nerd. “i’ve been quite fashionable my entire life.”

“i’m done,” you groan, placing the block back into the tower before walking off. “i can’t with you jack, i can’t!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he laughs, pulling you back with ease. “if i’m being honest, I just can’t think of an embarrassing fashion moment.”

“hmph, oh well! pull the next one jackie,” you shrug.

following your orders, he does just that, reading the message taped to the bottom.

“dream karaoke song? hmmm that’s a tough one.”

“september,” you shout, “by earth wind and fire.”

“oooo yes,” he exclaims, snapping his fingers at you. “o-or better yet, let’s groove.”

“those songs are so you to be honest,” you chortle, humming as you try to decide what your song would be.

“ummm, if i had to choose a song, it’d probably be i have nothing by whitney houston.”

“but don’t make me close one more door,” jack belts out, singing into his hand like a microphone.

“i don’t wanna hurt anymore,” you finish, matching his dramatic energy.

“r.i.p whitney,” you frown, jack pulling out the next block.

“who had the best chat up lines?”

“chat up lines,” you laugh, “what the hell is that?”

“it means pick up lines,” the producer on the side lines comments.

“we’re in england love,” jack says in his best british accent, thonking you in the head with the wooden block, “get with the times.”

“my bad, my bad,” you whine, rubbing the spot he smacked.

“ooooo. okay, okay. i got one,” jack jumps, turning his body towards you. “ahem. one a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine ‘cause i’m the one you need.”

“okay, okay,” you laugh, giving jack a little clap. “i honestly thought you were gonna go with the tennessee pick up line.”

“i was, but then i thought let me switch it up and be creative.”

“thank god,” you yell, “i probably would’ve slapped you if you did.”

“what about you y/n? what’s your best chat up line?”

“i know the difference between your and you’re. cause you’re mine and i’m yours,” you say, dragging you finger up his chin before winking at him.

“unt unt,” jack laughing, waving his hand in front of his face. “never do that again.”

“what’s the last picture in your camera roll,” you ask as you grab yet another block.

the two of you catch each others glance before bursting out into laughter.

“okay wait, wait. before i show you, i wanna preface that we took these like right before we came on set,” jack cries, eyes filling with tears.

pulling out his phone, jack turns it toward the camera, showing the audience his latest photo. the picture displayed you staring up at the camera in .5 mode, your nose and forehead talking up most of the space.

“stop jack, it looks so bad,” you whine, hiding your face in his arm.

“no, no show them the one you took of me.”

sighing in agreement, you turn your phone toward the camera, the picture you took of jack on full display. his curly hair was held back by his hand, and his tongue stuck out as he gave his best silly face to your camera.

“we’re just silly geese guys,” you mumble, jack laughing in agreement.

“who was your first celebrity crush,” jack asks, pulling another block after the two of you calmed down.

“probably shego from kim possible. either her or starfire.”

“real, real,” you hum. “i know he’s not my first celebrity crush, but like i had a hugeeee crush on him as a kid.”

“who?”

“ross lynch.”

“fair, fair,” jack hums.

“i mean austin monica moon? brady from teach beach movie? c’mon y’all,” you humph, slapping your arms against your thighs.

“broooo, teen beach movie is so good!!! we need to watch it sometime,” jack comments.

“right? don’t stop, stop the music,” you sing, carrying out the choreography to the famous song.

“show us your party trick,” you say, pulling out the second to last block.

placing the block down, you turn to see jack swinging his legs and arms back and forth while snapping his fingers.

“go white boy, go white boy. go, go, go white boy,” you cheer on as you start to raise the roof.

jack laughs at your dance, stopping his own as he turns to you for you answer.

“i don’t know if i have a party trick,” you frown.

“you play the ukulele,” jack points out as he tries to come up with one for you.

“yeah, but i don’t know if only knowing how to play the campfire song song by spongebob counts as a party trick.”

“yeah well it makes for a fun party.”

“thank you, jack,” you pat his back as you hold your head down. “thank you.”

“this is the last block,” the producer cuts in as you go to grab another.

“wait because of time,” jack asks, eyes brightening.

“yeah,” the producer mumbles.

“let’s go,” the two of you jump, dapping each other up.

“wait,” you stop, jack stopping with you. “i feel like this should be in like some sort of hall of fame. like we timed them out. how many people you know have lasted this long?”

“none,” jack finishes before turning towards the decrepit tower.

“okay, okay, you wanna pull the last one together?” jack asks.

nodding, you scoot closer to him, your body pressed against the side of his as you try to grab onto the last block. on the last count of three, the two of you quickly swipe out the block, causing the entire tower to fall.

“compliment your castmate,” the two of you say together before throwing the block on the ground.

“you give off such himbo pinterest tiktok boyfriend vibes and i love that for you,” you say, nodding your head as you stare at your costar.

“i have no idea what any of that meant.”

“y’know, like you’re tall, sweet, respectful, charming, strong, kinda dumb, but super smart.”

“omg stahp,” jack says in a valley girl accent, giggling to himself before bending down and whispering a quick, “keep going.”

“generous, humble, funny, handsome, i could go on and on,” you smile, eyes holding jack’s gaze. “but no, yeah, you’re all around a great person, and i’m glad i met you through the film.”

smiling down at you, jack starts, “you’re honestly such a great person y/n. you’re so kind and wise, and i really appreciate that i can go from having a deep intellectual conversation with you,” jack says, his voice lowering, “ to being silly and crazy,” jack raises his voice to a squeaky pitch, “and you’d match my energy no matter what. i’m also glad we met through the film.”

you smile widens, time seeming to stop as you bask in each other's presence. snapping out of your small trance, you turn towards the camera saying, “a film you guys should watch in theaters.”

“yeah,” jack yells, pumping up his fist. “go watch avatar: the way of water. woo!”

looking around the two of you, you take in just how many blocks fell on the floor and puddled at your feet.

“ugh, now we gotta clean all this up,” you groan, bending down and grabbing a handful.

“don’t worry, i’ll help you,” jack mumbles, squatting down and picking up some blocks himself.

“thanks babe.”

and with that, the video ends.

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jackchampionsgirl • 1w ago

I’M SORRY??? BABE?!?!?! THERE’S NO WAY NOTHING’S GOING ON BETWEEN THEM

↳ user38495748 • 1w ago

RIGHT!!! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAUGHT THAT!

↳ therealchampion • 5d ago

y’all chill out 🙄 y/n literally calls everyone babe/love

rebbeca smith • 6d ago

THEIR CHEMISTRY, I CAN’T 😭😭😭

babysharkdodo • 1w ago

I NEED ME SOMEONE WHO LOOKS AT ME THE WAY JACK AND Y/N LOOK AT EACH OTHER!!!

↳ ethanlandrysbaby • 3d ago

REAL!!! LIKE I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE 😭😭

user947463936 • 4d ago

ummmm? so is no one gonna comment on the fact that jack LITERALLY got on his knees for y/n?

areyoulostbabygorl45 • 2d ago

it’s so weird seeing jack and y/n on the big screen cause we’re literally the same age and it’s like damn 😔 what am I doing wrong with my life

icespiceforlife • 1d ago

not jack giving ice spice a run for her money with them eyes rolls 💀

↳ sam & tara • 1d ago

RIGHT! Like he’s SO sassy

chadmeeksmartinsbae • 4d ago

they knew what they were doing by asking them them questions, ESPECIALLY the last one

↳ meandyourdaughter • 2d ago

‼️‼️‼️ I’m sorry but if you still think jack and y/n are “just friends” after watching this interview, you’re dumb asl 💀

Ⓒ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

warnings: signs of an eating disorder!!!!!, fluff, lmk if i missed anything

summary: in which Chad notices that you have been avoiding to eat and that you show signs of insecurity. so he tries to comfort you the best he can.

requested!

a/n: you are all so beautiful/handsome and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. i hope you know that whenever you’re feeling low, there will always be someone you can come to or share your feelings to. and even if you don’t have someone, i can be that someone. i love you all and hope you have a wonderful day/night <33333333

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

It all began small. At first, it was the popcorn you didn't want while watching a movie. Chad didn't think too much of it because he assumed you weren't hungry or something.

Then it became whenever you two were together. You, his girlfriend, would never touch or even glance at the food he offered.

When he made something for himself and asked if you wanted something, you said you weren't hungry.

He began to pay attention to the small details, the signs you gave. But he wasn't sure if he was seeing things correctly.

Today was no exception. He observed how you looked in the mirror when trying on clothes during your trip to the mall. You looked like you were about to cry which broke his heart a million little times. If only you could see yourself through his eyes.

He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. When he kissed your cheekbones and left gentle kisses on your neck, you giggled.

"What was that for?" You laughed as he backed away. He shrugged with a slight grin and glanced down at the shirt you were wearing. He knew you liked it. He knew it from the look on your face.

“You look beautiful in this, Y/n.” He said, tugging at your shirt gently.

“Really? Because I feel like this doesn’t suit me.” You spoke, still staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Really. And it does suit you.” He assured with a big smile on his face.

After a long day of going to the mall, and bowling after that, you decided it was time to go home.

You and Chad were walking towards your dorm hand in hand. His was mind filled with thoughts. All of them about you.

When you had entered your dorm, Chad was standing in the doorway as you took of your jacket.

“Chad? Since when are you scared to come inside?” You chuckled, walking over to him. You draped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him inside with a giggle.

His expression however didn’t change and your face fell at this.

“Is everything okay, my love?” You questioned him, growing worried about why your boyfriend wasn’t his cheery usual self.

“Y/n. You know you can always talk to me about anything, right? Anything that is bothering you.” He put his hands on your waist.

“I know, Chad,” You smiled, “and you should know you can do too.”

“I know. I know.” He sighed. He really wanted you to know you could tell him anything. He hoped that if he said this, you would consider telling him about your problems.

He planted a soft kiss on your forehead and leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n, inside and out.” He muttered with his eyes closed.

Your heart skipped a beat. You wondered why he was like this all of a sudden. It’s not like he never complemented you, it’s just that this compliment felt different.

Suddenly you could feel the tears bubble up and you hated yourself for it. You blinked a few times to blink them away, but before you knew it, tears streamed down your face.

Chad opened his eyes when he heard your sobs and pulled you in closer. With his arms strongly wrapped around you, you cried with your face in his chest.

He rubbed your back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings.

“I don’t deserve you, Chad. I’m a complete mess.” You sobbed.

“That’s not true, Y/n, I don’t deserve you and you deserve so much better than me.” He says, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I wanted to protest, but he didn’t let me.

“Besides your my mess.” He jokes and you could hear the smile in his voice. You laugh at this and his smile grows wider by hearing it.

“Look, Y/n, you don’t have to tell me anything if you aren’t comfortable with it or if you just don’t want to.” He whispered, his hand still rubbing your back soothingly.

“I know its difficult, but I’m so proud of you. I believe in you, okay? And I’ll always be here for you.”

His reassuring words made you feel somewhat relieved on the inside.

You pulled away a little so you could look him in the eyes. “Thank you, Chad.”

In that moment, in his arms, you wish you could stay like that forever. You wish you could be with him forever.

“I love you.” You whispered, your eyes never leaving his as you saw them soften.

“I love you too.” Chad whispered with a lovesick smile while wiping away your tears. He was happy that you knew you could come to him for whatever.

Whenever.

look how happy he is!😭

so pretty

neteyam was born to la la la la la la but was forced to ok ok ok ok ok :(

it’s missing trent’s locs hours everyone clock in