Outstanding (Chapter 1) ~ Adam Sackler x Black!Reader

     Enjoy my babies! I know it’s late! I’m sorry! <3

When you first met Sackler, you hated him. He was an obnoxious manboy who had no filter whatsoever. With his inappropriate jokes and outbursts during the commercial shoot, you never thought you would finish before the deadline. He couldn’t keep his head in one place no matter how many times the director put him in check. You figured he was one of the many boys who came to New York thinking they could profit off their looks and make it to stardom.

     You had suffered about 4 hours of Sackler’s grueling annoyance when a pretty blonde woman walked on set. She walked over to Sackler, speaking to him first before she walked over with a wide smile. “Hi, I’m Jessa! I’m Adam’s girlfriend… Although that is up for debate.” She glared back at him. You stood there with a wide smile that was slowly faltering at the odd and uncomfortable glares they shot at one another. “It’s um… It’s nice to meet you, Jessa. I’m Y/N.” You gave her a short smile when she finally looked back. “It’s nice to meet you too, hun.” Her accent thick as she spoke. “Well… I’ll step off to the side. I figure you want to wrap this up as soon as you can.” She laughed shortly before stepping off to the side.

     With the small break over and the lights shining on the both of you, the shooting started once again. “What’s for dinner, honey?” You recite your lines eloquently. “Well, I’m glad you asked, babe. We got our first delivery of Blue Apron today.” Adam carried the box to the island and set it down. “Blue Apron? What’s that?” You strode over to meet him. “Well, I’m glad you- fuck.. I already said that.” Adam let out a bubbly laugh. You sighed heavily as the director shouted for the shoot to cut. Sackler shoved your shoulder slightly. “My bad. Next take. I promise.” He was only met with a sharp stare.

    You felt a bead of sweat roll down your back from the hot lights as you and Adam ran through the scene for what had to be the 12th time. You practically held your breath each time it was his turn to speak. When the director finally shouted for the final cut, you wanted to dance and cheer, but you digressed.

    With Sackler running over to celebrate a successful shoot with his girlfriend, you left to go get changed to retreat to your apartment with a bottle of wine and some sushi for the rest of the night. You apologized as you slipped by and pushed into the dressing room. You could feel the hard stare of someone on your back, but you tossed the feeling away, too concentrated on the task at hand. The wardrobe wasn’t anything too intense, just some jewelry pieces and your top. You were back out the door in no time, headed to part ways with the director until you heard a voice shout for you.

     “Y/N! Hey girl, before you leave, Adam and I were wondering if you wanted to stop by our apartment tonight? Ya know… Have some dinner and talk. You dealt with him all day, I figured we could treat you to some food at the least.” She laughed softly. Flickering your eyes between the two of them, you debated your answer before swallowing your apprehension. “Sure. I would love to.” You smiled softly and shuffled your bag onto your other shoulder.

     It was quite the kicker for Sackler who was laughing about it practically the whole dinner. The wine bottle had been left outside on the steps and probably stolen by some random edgy teenagers while you all talked for the third hour. You had learned all about their drama with Hannah and all her other friends and how Adam and Jessa came to be. It was a fun dinner at the least, especially fun when you compared it to the shoot earlier that day.

     You decided it was best not to come empty-handed, so you brought a bottle of wine and some apple pie with you. Your mama had taught you better than to go to anyone’s house and just take their food with no thanks. Finding the apartment was a bit of struggle, but you made it eventually. You pressed on the button by the door and shuffled the pie on your arm, clearing your throat softly until you earned a loud crackling in your ear. “Who is it?!” You heard Sackler’s voice shout through the speaker. You cringed away and cursed softly. “Y/N. It’s Y/N… damn.” You rolled your eyes and huffed softly. Without any apology, the door buzzed loudly.

     Their apartment was all the way on the other end of the old townhome, which caused you to lose your breath on the way there. You huffed softly and shook your head as you knocked firmly on the door. It wasn’t even seconds later until Jessa ripped the door open with a wide smile. “Y/N! Welcome! Here I’ll take this from you.” She grabbed the pie from your hands. You slipped the wine from your bag with a soft smile. “I also brought some merlot.” That only earned you a shocked, blank stare. “Oh.. Oh Y/N.. we’re um… We’re in AA.” You could feel blood rush to your ears as you stood there. “Oh my god. I am so sorry.”

     You were sad to leave oddly enough, but you had a different shoot the next day that required some rest. You all gathered at the door to say your goodbyes. You swung your jacket onto your arms as Adam grabbed your bag and handed it over. “We’ll have to plan a dinner at mine next time.” You suggested. “Then we’ll have to see who really cooks the meanest chicken.” You teased Adam. “Thank you for having me over guys.” You walked out the door. They both waved you goodbye as you slipped out the door and down the stairs.

     The subway ride back home seemed to pass in a flash before you were in your apartment, bra on the couch, and bag on the coffee table. You walked to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water before heading to the couch and collapsing down. You shuffled through your purse in search of your contact case but brushed against a slip of paper. You pulled it out in a bit of confusion and scanned over the paper. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at Sackler’s chicken scratch with an attached number. You figured it was for planning purposes or arguing about who could cook better, so you simply set it down to the side, but your heart was still racing.

     Your brain still hadn’t settled by the time you laid down in bed. Had he given his number to you for the purpose of setting up another number? Why hadn’t he just given it to you in front of Jessa? You theorized in your head until it all just became a jumbled mess. Finally convincing yourself that Adam was in a happy and presumably healthy relationship, you decided to let your mind and body relax for a good night’s sleep.