BEGGING FOR SOME LIKE JACK FLUFF FROM LIKE A ROUGH DAY ON SET AND HIM JUST BEING SWEET TO US!! (my first scenario🥳)
ROUGH DAY
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jack champion x fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s one of those days on set, and jack is not having it. even worse that it’s his birthday, the day when it’s supposed to be fun and carefree. then, you come along to truly show how much he means to you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none! just tooth rotting fluff :)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,224
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: FIRST JACK FIC LFG.
also, since this is my other account for non-sturniolo fics i’m still putting the same tag list. if you would like to not get tagged for this blog, just let me know!
shoutout to bbg @venusbabysblog for helping me get started🥹
𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 blessing. it’s a job where you have great opportunities to meet amazing people and be in hit films, but sometimes it’s a struggle. jack opens the door to his trailer with a clenched jaw, shutting the door as he looks around. his eyebrows twitch in confusion, noticing how you’re not in sight.
your boyfriend loves to bring you along to wherever he goes for filming. one reason being that he honestly can’t live without you, but also because you’re his biggest fan and will support him through anything. usually, you’d be watching him act from afar or you’d be waiting in his trailer by watching TV or keeping yourself occupied in general. however, you’re nowhere to be seen.
he’s on a long break until later tonight, which annoys him. he just wants this day to be over. “y/n?” he calls out, peeking his head into the small bedroom. alas, you’re not there.
alarms start to go off in his head, although it’s silly. you can’t really go anywhere, but since you’re not in your usual spot, the caring boyfriend in him makes him worry that something bad has happened. especially since you didn’t text him that you were going somewhere or anything.
then, a giggle is heard along with the opening of his trailer door, and he turns around to face the noise. he takes a small sigh of relief when he sees you beaming from ear to ear holding a present bag.
while in the middle of a scene, jack texted you about the day he’s having—lines he couldn’t nail, and a director who seemed impossible to please. you frown slightly when you see his semi-disgruntled face, shuffling over to him excitedly to wrap your arms around his body in an embrace he desperately needs. he exhales deeply, bends down to nuzzle his face into your neck, and kisses it softly.
“sorry, i was hoping i’d be back before you were, but your mom and i got stuck in traffic,” you say in his chest before pulling away after long seconds. trying to make the atmosphere more positive, you smile and extend your arm with the bag in hand. “happy birthday!”
the smallest smile appears on his face, grabbing your hand to head over to the leather couch to sit down. he places the bag onto the floor, removing the tissue inside of it to reveal his presents. his eyes widen in surprise, seeing more than he thought you’d get him. “you didn’t have to do all of this...” he says, a small blush forming on his cheeks.
he pulls out the first thing that sits on top of the rest, which is a homemade birthday card out of construction paper in his favorite color. he lets out a chuckle as he looks at the front of it, seeing two drawn stick figures that are supposed to be you and him holding hands with the title in big writing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY •ᴗ•
opening the card, there’s a bunch of words scribbled on the right side.
jack,
*queue song* happy birthday to you!
i am so incredibly proud of you watching the way you chase your dreams. here’s to many more birthdays, memories, and quiet moments in between the chaos. no matter how many lights and cameras around, you’ll always just be jack to me. the one who laughs too loud, holds me close, and somehow manages to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.
i’m so grateful to be apart of your story.
always, y/n ❤︎
p.s. like what your name implies, you are indeed a champion.
his heart jumps with joy, closing the note and leaning in to peck you on the nose. your face turns red as you try not to beam with happiness, tilting your head to the bag. “there’s still a lot more.”
he nods, placing the card aside as he grabs a leather journal, specifically personalized for him. the border of it is embroidered with eye-catching detail, his initials JC in big cursive letters in the middle. you know jack sometimes likes to scribble lines down in between takes in a way to remember, or something to put his ideas in for fun. he flips through the pages rapidly, the gust of air flowing on his face as he smells the paper and leather mixed.
you watch his every move, nibbling on your bottom lip excitedly when he pulls out a small, navy blue box. inside of it is a chained necklace with a small pendant of a waxing crescent. the moon phase the day he was born.
scratching the back of your neck nervously, you speak. “this one’s a little girly…” you trail off. “you don’t have to wear it, you can hang it up or something for decoration. i just thought it was pretty.”
he nudges your arm with his elbow. “stop that. it’s beautiful; i love it.”
jack carefully takes it out of the box, undoing the chain and reaching behind his neck to clip it. the length is perfect, and the accessory oddly suits him. “thank you.” he says softly, running his hand over the moon and reaching into the bag once more.
this time, he pulls out two things. another book along with a film camera on top of it tied in ribbon so both items can stick together. while untying it, he notices the scrapbook underneath.
THE STORY OF US…
he glances at you as he starts to look into it. the pages are filled with film photos, ticket stubs, and little mementos from your favorite times together. you’d written little captions under each, capturing inside jokes and sweet moments. it was something he could flip through on hard days.
however, each left page is blank. “you can add to it whenever you have the time. it takes two people to make a love story, you know.” you explain, feeling somewhat cheesy and cringy at the saying, but you mean it.
last but not least, the last few items are snacks. homemade cookies, energy bars, and even a small container of his favorite food.
he feels overwhelmed by all of the gifts but in a good way. nobody has ever shown him this much adoration before, and it’s obvious how much he means to you. “y/n.” your name rolls perfectly off of his tongue, his eyes not leaving the presents now scattered on the couch cushion. “i love it all so much. genuinely, thank you.”
you place your hands on the sides of his neck so he can look at you, kissing him full of love. he cherishes you, and he couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. he’s always so grateful that he met you that time in his hometown. you made his 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 turn around completely.
“how’d you even do all of this?” he adds, starting to feel dumbfounded about how you did all of this under his nose without him knowing.
“i don’t kiss and tell.” you say with a smirk. “but also with the help of your mom.”
laughing, he grunts as he lays to rest his head on your stomach, your hands finding way into his wavy hair. “i’m so in love with you.” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.
how ethan acts when he’s jealous, write some scenarios and how he’d act PLEASE IM SO THIRSTY FOR ETHAN LANDRY CONTENT
PRIZED POSSESSION
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: grumpy!ethan landry x sunshine!fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: scenarios where your boyfriend gets jealous.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SUGGESTIVE, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, making out, mentions of killing/blood, stabbing
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,215
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HE’S FINALLY MAKING A DEBUT😩🙏
most of the gifs are by @championwearingachampion :)
𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… sees what you’re wearing while walking back to your dorm from class.
being the boyfriend that tells you what to wear isn’t a part of ethan’s personality. he doesn’t care what your outfit is because, at the end of the day, you’re his and will always be. on this particular school day, it was warmer than usual. you’re wearing one of your basic hot weather outfits — a tank top with a skirt. nothing too fancy, but comfy and casual.
while mindlessly walking down one of the many campus trails, ethan can spot you from a mile away. he does a double take, not believing his eyes when he notices what you’re wearing.
the multiple guys staring at you up and down have his blood boiling. with that, he walks over in long strides, blocking your path so abruptly that you bump into him. you stare in shock, but smile when you recognize the person. “oh, hey! i didn’t know you’d be around here at this time.”
he huffs through his nose. “kiss me.”
“what—”
grabbing your jaw softly, he pulls you in so your lips can touch, moving in sync with hunger and passion. leaving you breathless, you look around with flushed cheeks, noticing the men that were staring at you awkwardly walk away. “was this you trying to make a statement?”
without another word, he grabs your cheeks and kisses you again before pulling back and continuing about his day.
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… despises when another man touches you.
the wetness on the thin fabric of your witch costume makes you shiver, the coldness running its coarse through your body. a small gasp leaves your lips, but one of your classmates that you’re acquainted with looks scared, a half-emptied cup in his hand while the rest of the liquid is on your dress. “i am so sorry.” he panics, grabbing paper towels on the nearest surface. “i’ll help you get it out.”
with the small napkin you have for your drink, you wipe your torso as you ensure to the boy that it’s okay. “don’t worry about it! it’s black; you won't be able to see the stain, anyway.”
“what’s going on over here?” a voice asks, the presence of ethan standing close to you. you roll your eyes playfully, resting your hand on his shoulder to let him know you’re fine.
he looks between you and the stranger before continuing. “what’s happening? don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself?”
the kid backs up abruptly, raising his hands in defense. “listen, man, i’m just helping her clean my drink that i spilled.”
ethan pulls out three crinkled-up tissues, holding them into view with a fake smile. “i have the supplies right here. now take a hike.”
the guy sighs. “my bad, bro. i didn’t know she was your girl.” he says, getting as far away as possible from the two of you.
you stomp your foot and whine. “he was just trying to help eth.”
“he was trying to get into your pants.”
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… hates when chad talks to his girl.
a giggle from your direction has ethan’s head snap towards you, noticing that you’re on your phone. he affirms in his mind that it’s just a funny video or something, but then chad laughs too. his eyes now dart over to his roommate, who’s also looking down at his phone.
what the fuck?
you and chad tap away on the screen, still finding whatever it is so amusing. ethan, however, finds this shit unamusing.
getting up from the chair, he comes over with a strained grin. he takes a peek at your phone, noticing that chad sent you a funny meme of some sort, with the text: saw this and it reminded me of you!
god, he never wanted to kill anybody more.
as everybody knows, the two boys are roommates in college. they get along fine and chad might even call ethan a friend, but deep down he hates how his buddy is with you. chad always has this charm to him that seems like it follows wherever he goes, but whenever he talks or looks in your direction, ethan can’t help but feel possessive.
on that note, you’re currently pushed up against the wall next to sam and tara’s apartment door with your boyfriend’s lips moving in sync with yours. “i don’t like how he looks at you… or talks to you.” ethan says, breaking the kiss for a millisecond before diving back in.
“but he’s your friend,” you whine, your mouth feeling puffy from the continuous heat and stimulation.
“chad is not my friend.” he says against your lips. “he pisses me off.”
“don’t”—kiss—“say that.”—kiss—“he’s nice.”
thank god nobody is in the hallway, or they’ll be getting one hell of a show. your fingertips intertwine with his curls, a small moan tickling your throat when he bites your bottom lip.
after some more bickering between sloppy kisses, he finally pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath. your eyes are glazed over, pouting while giving your boyfriend a look. he rubs your swollen lip with his thumb to clean off some spit. “delete his number, too.” he says, pecking your cheek before opening the door to go back inside, holding it for you as you follow; and deleting chad’s number in the process.
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… notices a flirty comment under one of your instagram posts.
the audacity guys have is something ethan will never understand. the amount of people trying to get with you in your comment section is so pathetic it’s laughable.
you spot your man at the designated spot where he told you to meet on campus, walking over with a big smile. “hi!” you beam, stopping in front of him to put your school bag down. when he doesn’t answer, you pout, noticing his grumpy state. “why the sad face?”
see, he isn’t the type to be insecure. sure he portrays as the shy dorky guy that a lot of people can’t tolerate, but he honestly doesn’t care what others think. nonetheless, scrolling through your posts to see guys comment about how beautiful you are when it’s obvious you‘re taken rubs him the wrong way.
he shrugs, looking up at you since you’re standing and he’s sitting. “i wish i’m the only one that can stare at you.”
“it’s not my fault everybody has eyes,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. it doesn’t work. instead, he makes a face before rolling his eyes.
snaking your arms around his neck while you throw your legs across his lap to sit, you kiss his hair. “stop worrying so much, e. i love you, not anyone else. you.” you tell him, poking at his chest and planting a long kiss on his lips. “and if you keep making faces it’s going to get stuck like that forever.”
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… keeps a close eye on you.
being on the subway is probably one of your least favorite things to do. on top of that, you got separated from ethan who stands on the other side of the subway. there’s no more available seats, so you just stand there quietly. you have your earbuds in, one of your playlists on shuffle as you patiently wait for this ride to be over. trying not to make eye contact with anybody, a small touch on your leg startles you. it wasn’t an inappropriate touch, it was one to grab your attention.
turning to see where it came from, you see a kind-looking middle-aged man smirking warmly at you. you take out an earbud. “yes?”
“would you like to switch spots? i can stand. you look uncomfortable.” he says, adjusting himself like he’s about to get up from his spot.
“no, thank you. i’m almost at my stop, but thanks for offering!” you politely decline.
the man clears his throat. “are you sure, young lady? i may be old, but i’m more stronger than i look. i wouldn’t mind standing.”
your laugh ethan knows all too well gains his attention, although he has been watching this interaction since the moment it started. hell, he’s been watching you since you guys stepped foot onto the train. he can’t hear what you’re talking about, but alarms go off in his head. what can be so goddamn funny?
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
messages come rolling in on your phone as you feel the vibrations in your hand. sighing, you don’t have to check who it is before you open them.
ETHAN❤️
did he just touch you?
i’ll kill him
what are you doing?
girl
stop talking to him
come over here
the fuck😂
i really can’t
it’s way too crowded which makes it hard to move
i hate subways🙁
then stop talking to him
what is he like 60?
you’re cute when you act like a disobedient toddler
but you need to control that green-eyed monster of yours, mr. landry
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… will threaten anybody who talks bad about you, even his father.
getting a girlfriend was far from the plan. detective bailey and quinn weren’t fond of the news that their family member got a significant other, and were even more shocked when he said it was a serious relationship. “it’s not serious, son. don’t be ridiculous.” his father would say to him repeatedly whenever ethan said he loved you when his relatives talked shit about you. however, there are times ethan feels guilty. you don’t know the ghostface persona he’s hiding, and he wants to keep it that way.
during the interrogation in the movie theater and when they revealed themselves to tara and sam, somehow bailey found a way to bring you up into the conversation, even if you had nothing to do about it. “i wonder what y/n would think.” he says sarcastically, earning a chuckle from quinn. “she’s your weakness, ethan. you’ve always been too attached, but look at you now. you’re on a roll! she’s too much of a distraction; keeps getting in the way.”
ethan grips his knife harder than before, charging forward before his sister stops him. he holds up his knife in a threatening manner. “weakness?” he repeats, scoffing. “she’s not my weakness. i. love. her. keep her name out of your fucking mouth, you hear me?”
let’s face it, he’s obsessively in love with you. he’d fucking kill for you. well, it’s not like he hasn’t done that already.
tara is hanging helplessly off of the railing in the movie theater where it’s a 2 v. 3 fighting match. the two girls scream in fear while ethan swings his knife up in the air trying to stab at tara’s ankles. she dodges each throw, unfortunately. alas, she is smart, and knows exactly what to do to get under his skin.
“do you think y/n actually loves you?” she spits, making ethan pause his actions. rage plasters over his face. “you’re just some freak in a mask. she’ll leave you as soon as this is over — if you survive, that is.”
jealousy pangs in his chest, swinging at her more violently than before. “oh, will she?” he yells, the noise of the blade slicing through the air echoing throughout the area. “maybe nobody sees it around here, but she’s mine.”
a screech falls past tara’s lips are she slips from her grip, the sharp metal in ethan’s hand stabbing her right in the abdomen. she screams, the both of them tumbling to the ground when their bodies collide with full force. “after tonight, she’ll know just how far i’ll go to make sure no one else even thinks or speaks about her.” ethan continues, raising the knife and getting ready to attack.
