“what on earth are you wearing?”
pairing: rudy pankow x reader
summary: you play jj’s girlfriend on the show and have to wear a pretty skimpy outfit for a certain scene (obviously not included in the actual show), rudy has mixed feelings about it. I wrote this at like two am so please be nice
warnings: swearing, a bit of heated kissing at the end, typos, probably
“Are you absolutely sure I have to wear this?” you ask the costume designer, Emmie, as she hands you the red dress.
“Yeah,” she says, an apologetic look on her face as you grimace. “Shannon says you need it for the kegger scene, it’ll bring out JJ’s protective and jealous side, which is obviously really important,” You let out a small sigh.
“I won’t be getting out of this one, will I?” you frown down at the soft, red fabric in between your hands. She shakes her head and squeezes your shoulder before walking off. You groan loudly, throwing your head back.
“Why, God? Why?” you lament bitterly on your way to the changing rooms, dragging your feet.
“I heard someone call my name?” Drew pops out of seemingly nowhere, a grin on his face. You offer him a small smile. “What’s that in your hands?” he asks, “A facecloth?”
“I fucking wish,” you mumble, “it’s the stupid dress I have to wear for the party scene, where JJ goes nuts with the gun, you know?” He looks confused for a second before realization washes over his features.
“Oh! Right!” he exclaims before looking back down at the dress, a laugh tumbling out of his lips, “well, good luck then.”
You roll your eyes, a small smile playing at your lips as you enter the changing cabin. You pull off your large T-shirt and shorts, throwing them near your bag before you take one last look at the dress.
“At least the pay is good,” you mutter as you struggle to find which hole in the dress you were supposed to put your head and arms through. After a few minutes of cursing and pulling it off and back on again, you finally manage to put the dress on, though you’re not sure if you should tug it up to cover your cleavage or down to hide your ass.
One good thing about filming at the beach was that some characters, like yours, for example, were often bare feet. Which meant no heels and therefor no twisted ankles. Yay.
You pull your T-shirt back over your head before walking back to set, sitting down in your chair and pulling out a bottle of water. Your makeup artist comes in a few seconds later, pulling out his things and making your face look presentable. You thank him when he is done and go to talk to Maddie.
“Alright!” Jonas shouts from where he stands next to the cameramen, “Is everyone ready?” Words of agreement and nods all around. You mentally go over your lines as you go to stand next to a cute extra named Milo. He was supposed to feel you up a bit, bringing JJ over, who would start a fight with his cousin, Topper.
“Err, Y/N?” Josh calls from a few meters away, shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun.
“You planning on taking your shirt off anytime soon?” he asks loudly, causing everyone to look at you. You see Rudy’s eyes flare up at the seemingly inappropriate question. You flush a deep pink and nod, mumbling a small apology as you peel your shirt and throw it out of the camera’s view. Your boyfriend’s mouth suddenly feels dry. Utter silence fills the set.
Except for the bikinis you wore on the show and in real life, you never wore anything too revealing, except with Rudy when you guys were alone. Crop tops and short shorts were obviously part of your wardrobe, but you preferred oversized shirts and pants. All of your fans loved your style both on the show and in real life. It would be strange for anyone who knew you to see you in such a sexy outfit.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” Rudy asks loudly, standing just a few metres away. He wasn’t too happy with the thought of thousands of people seeing you like this, in a way only he was supposed to see you. You shrug, your arms motioning to the directors as if this was all their fault, which is was. But so was the big check you got at the end of the month, so really, you couldn’t complain.
“Is this really necessary?” he asks again, pointing at you, his eyes dark. The directors nod.
“Just go with it, Rudy,” Chase calls. The blond looks back to you, his eyes trailing over your figure before nodding and walking back to his place, shaking his head to himself. If you didn’t want to object, then he wouldn’t either. It was your body, after all, and you could do whatever your wanted with it. He would respect your choices.
The man with the black clappy thing arrived and says the name of the scene before pulling away. You turn to Milo, an easy smile on your lips as you take a sip of the water inside your red solo cup. He smiles back and leans forward to whisper a few words in your ear. You follow the script and giggle, shaking your head.
You feel Rudy’s eyes burning holes into you as you take a small step back from Milo, aware of the camera just a meter away. The boy takes another step forward, placing a hand on your waist.
“Hey, hey, wait,” he says, pulling you back towards him. “I wasn’t done talking,” His hands slide down to your lower back.
“Well, I’m done pretending to be interested,” you scoff, placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back. He frowns and leans closer to you.
“I never said you could leave,” he growls, his grip on your bottom tightening. You pretend to wince and frown. You throw your cup of water in his face and step back before stage-punching him in the face. Your actions bring the rest of the actors to rush around you. Rudy runs to you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and pulling you away from the boy. He turns around and cups your cheeks with his hands, leaning close and pretending to scan your face for any injuries.
“Did he touch you? Are you okay?” he asks quickly.
“Yeah,” you breathe, nodding, “he’s just a perv,” You press a small kiss to his lips, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach you had grown used to after kissing the blond so many times. You feel Rudy’s tongue skim your bottom lip and resist a smile.
“Hey, control your girl, man!” Milo exclaims, holding the side of his face as Austin stands besides him. Rudy pulls away from your kiss with a discreet yet promising wink.
“What did you just say?” he growls, whirling around and stomping over to the other boy.
“I said, control your girl. She obviously doesn’t know her place,”
“J-” you start, only to be cut off by Ruby stage-punching Milo. You purse your lips let your eyebrows crease with worry.
“You don’t get to talk about Y/C/N like that!” he barks, “You don’t get to talk about anyone like that!”
“J, baby,” you try to intervene, stepping forward and placing a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. His blue eyes meet yours for a brief moment before he shakes his head.
“No, I think our new friend here needs to learn a lesson,” he hisses, taking a step forward, only to be pushed backwards by Austin.
“You aren’t putting your hands on my cousin,” he grunts. Chase takes a step forward, prepared to help his friend.
“Don’t fucking touch me-” JJ growls, throwing himself forward. Chase catches him and pretends to struggle while holding him back.
“Dirty Pogues,” Austin spits. Chase and Rudy run forward, stage-tackling the boy to the ground.
“And- cut!” the directors yell. “That was really good, you guys! I think we might have got it! We’ll look it over and tell you all tomorrow. That’s it for the day!”
Rudy nods before taking your hand and discreetly pulling you to his trailer. You follow, a knowing smirk on your lips. Even though revealing clothes weren’t really your thing, in no way were you insecure about your body. Rudy helped a lot with that, but you knew a lot of people considered you pretty.
Before you know it, your back is pressed up on the trailer’s wall, Rudy kissing down your neck and inhaling your perfume.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?” he asks into your skin, running his teeth over your exposed shoulder.
“I might have a hunch,” you laugh, running your fingers through his blond locks, repressing a moan when his lips sink below your collarbone.
