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thekoalapastriesbakery · 1 month ago

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LOSS OF MY LIFE

formula one x horror actor!reader

request: I'm hoping this is thw right way to ask for requests but we live and learn ig. Anyway what about how the drivers would react to reader being in some sort of horror film and they end up dying?

summary: your boyfriend reacts to your death in a movie.

warnings: mild descriptions of death and gore, swearing, i think that's it?

contains: charles leclerc, gabriel bortoleto, + ollie bearman

word count: 552

charles leclerc:

he had been so incredibly excited to see your movie. you had warned him several dozen times that it was a horror movie and not a tame one. he didn't listen, of course, and decided it was a better idea to watch it when he was alone. at night. in a hotel room he was not familiar with.

… needless to say, you weren't exactly surprised when you woke up to your phone ringing. even less surprising was hearing charles sniffling and begging you to get a flight out because he's just seen you die a very gruesome death in the movie and now he desperately needs cuddles. he's definitely got a collection of stuffed animals he uses when he needs comfort but you're not available, and his favourite is a floppy bunny. charles is holding onto that bunny like his life depends on it after watching your movie.

you end up having to call one of the other drivers and ask them to keep him company until you get there. when you do, expect to be within arm's reach of your boyfriend at all times.

gabriel bortoleto:

he's actually kind of offended that the writers had the audacity to kill you off. the second he realizes what's about to happen he'll start angrily ranting about "how dare they!!" and all that.

then he sees you covered in the (fake) blood and you're so clearly pissed off even though you're dying and he just … slowly … trails off … until he's just staring at the screen. he doesn't even respond when you poke his arm to see if he's okay. all that's going through his head is holy fuck you look hot when you're angry and covered in blood—

it takes you a little while to realise what's actually going on, and you gotta just kinda keep poking and teasing him until he breaks out of it. let's just say if you wanna go all out for halloween there … gabi's definitely on board.

ollie bearman:

i actually think he really likes horror movies even though they give him nightmares? ollie loves them and finds them so interesting and even though he's so tense the whole time he just … he loves them! so when he finds out that you're gonna be in a horror movie?

he is so excited.

ollie makes a whole night of it. he'll order food from your favourite restaurant, set up a lil blanket fort for the two of you, make sure you know that he'll be extra jumpy that night, and then get your movie set up on his laptop. he can't watch horror movies on big screen because the detail makes it too scary for him. so you'll just have to get used to watching things on a laptop screen, sorry.

finally he gets to cuddle up to you and he's so excited to watch your movie!! he gets most of the way through before your character gets killed off and ollie … he just shuts his computer immediately.

the whole rest of the night is just spent assuring your boyfriend that you're fine, you're not upset about your character's ending, and also that yes, all of the actual horror bits in the movie were fake. then—and only then—will he start talking about the actual quality of the movie and praising your acting.

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: please note that i am a wimp who can't watch horror for the life of me 😅

comments + reblogs appreciated!

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melosliving · 6 months ago

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aaron pierre x actress!reader

suspect is… but it gets softer every time

It couldn’t be the worst time to do this : it was quite late, the day had just ended on another long series of interviews and photoshoots, running around to promote the new lion king movie, but here you were, giggling to yourselves as you stood in the corridors leading to your respective rooms.

"Tell me why you should be the one starting the tiktok again ?" asks Aaron, his back on one of the walls. He was still dressed in his day clothes, all in black. "Because ladies first, and you’re a gentleman are you not ?" You answered, raising an eyebrow at him playfully.

"okay, let’s do it !" you put yourselves in position, Aaron at the left and you at the right. You hold your phone up, starting to film while walking. "suspect looks like scar but wanted to be the main character." Looking back at you, aaron stops in his track, putting his hand on his mouth "wow ! that’s crazy work, ✦".

The video then cuts to you walking as you’re now seen on the screen. "Suspect swears she has the biggest back in London." He says, trying to surpass his laughter but couldn’t help it when he saw your shocked face. " you know im right ! I am confident in my arse." You say proudly.

"Suspect almost became a stepdad." You add, now filming him walking. "Wooow, really ? you want to do me dirty like this ?". This game was becoming a bit too funny. Tears were almost coming to your lash line as you laughed when reminiscing about the day he told you about one of his ex. "Suspect asked kelvin to marry her so she could have the green card."

Now, this was interesting. You stopped walking, turning to him with a guilty smile. "and DID ! I mean, he told me he would do it, so don’t be jealous…"

"suspect is a big back. Always trying to eat from my plate when he has his !" actually, this was true. With the amount of time y’all and the cast were spending together, lunches and dinners were now tradition, and overtime aaron had developed the habit of eating in both his and your plate at the same time. "I already told you, the food is better when it comes from your plate ! I don’t make rules." He retorted, his cheeks reddening a bit.

Phone in hand, aaron started to walk with you, "suspect can’t sleep without hearing my voice." he told everybody, airing out your little secret. "I do actually, I can’t help it I love your voice." You admit, looking at him with this cute frown of yours. "Suspect is really really handsome and talented." You added, smiling at aaron as he stopped walking.

"Anw, lovie.." he answered, coming towards you to hug you. Still recording, your giggles were heard as your face went in his chest as y’all were hugging. Last but not least, "suspect deserves the world, every bit of happiness that comes towards her." Finally said aaron, teeth all out as he smiled at your surprised face.

"You love me.. like I know you actually love me." You said, trying your best not to laugh as you started to pout before you took your phone back to stop the video.

#tiktok!comments

@user1 not the green card 😭

@kelvin harrison jr I always knew he wanted to be me 🙄❤️

@starsliving who wouldn’t want to be you ?🤰🏽🤱🏽

@user2 they actually look good together stop meee

@LionKing I know mufasa and sarabi have been enjoying themselves 🦁❤️

@kelvin harrison jr don’t star now. I’ll get maddd

@user3 raw (both of them). next question

@user4 it’s the height difference for me

@ starsliving everything aaron said in this tiktok is pure defamation

@aaronpierre you know you’re lying 🤥

@user5 look at how his eyes glistened when she told him he was handsome AND talented 🥹

@ melosliving 2025

#actor!reader #aaron pierre fluff #aaron pierre x black reader #aaron pierre #mufasa : the lion king #aaron pierre x reader

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liliapleasesteponme · 1 month ago

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Ok then, I have an idea for Patti. Reader is an actress and plays in the series « agatha all along » in the interviews reader and Kathryn is very very close and Patti doesn’t like it at all.

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Summary - interviews have never been your strong suit, but when you have an interview with kathryn hahn and patti lupone, kathryn gets a bit too touchy

Warnings - romantic tension, reader anxiety, possessiveness, emotional tension, jealousy, dominant / top!patti, possessiveness

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"Hello everybody, welcome back to the show! Up next we have, from the amazing Agatha All Along cast—Y/N L/N, Kathryn Hahn, and Patti LuPone!"

The host's voice rang with the kind of polished enthusiasm only years in daytime television could produce, but his name slipped right through your memory like water in your palms. There had been too many interviews. Too many lights, too many faces, too many times you'd had to be "on."

You smiled automatically, your hand already lifting in a wave to the studio audience. The sound of their clapping pulled you out of the fog, snapping your spine a little straighter in your seat on the velvet couch. Kathryn gave your knee a little nudge under the table—a private gesture to ground you, knowing interviews made you nervous.

"Deep breaths, babe," she whispered with a wink. "You’ve got this."

You smiled back, grateful.

Patti, seated on your other side, didn’t say anything.

You turned slightly to glance at her, catching how tightly she crossed her arms and how she stared dead ahead, jaw tight. Her crimson nails tapped softly against the upholstery, rhythmic and controlled. Her face was unreadable—except for the slight downturn of her mouth whenever Kathryn leaned a little too close to whisper something to you.

"Now," the host said, turning his grin toward the three of you. "Fans loved the chemistry on-screen, especially between Agatha and Y/N’s character. But there was something else folks couldn’t stop talking about—you two," he gestured toward you and Kathryn. "Is that spark all acting?"

Kathryn let out a charming laugh. "Oh, we adore each other. She’s my favorite scene partner." She slung an arm around your shoulders playfully, and the crowd gave a collective “aww.”

You laughed too, bashfully leaning into her. "We had a lot of fun filming together," you said softly, careful with your words.

Patti shifted in her seat.

"Don’t let her fool you," Kathryn teased. "Y/N gets so flustered during romantic scenes. You should’ve seen the blooper reel."

Your face flushed and you looked down, laughing despite the heat in your cheeks. But before you could respond, Patti finally spoke.

"Well," she said coolly, voice cutting clean through the light banter, "maybe if the scenes were written for real chemistry, they wouldn’t be so hard to get through."

The temperature dropped slightly. Kathryn stiffened, but her smile didn’t falter. You felt it more than saw it—that little current of something under Patti’s tone. It wasn’t new.

"Don’t mind Patti," Kathryn said sweetly. "She just likes to pretend she’s not jealous."

The crowd laughed. You didn’t.

You looked at Patti again. Her expression hadn’t changed, but her fingers had stopped tapping.

You didn’t know what made your stomach twist more—Kathryn’s arm still looped around you, or the way Patti wouldn’t meet your eyes.

The second the cameras stopped rolling and the host wrapped things up, you exhaled sharply, already peeling the mic from your lapel with trembling fingers. Kathryn gave your arm a squeeze before heading toward the hallway, chatting easily with the crew.

Patti hadn’t said a word.

You kept your eyes down, trying to stay out of her way—but she was on your heels the moment you left the stage.

"Y/N."

You froze, just outside the dressing room hallway. Her voice was lower now, quieter than it had been on the couch, but unmistakable.

You turned slowly, heart thudding. “Yes?”

She stepped closer. Not hurried. Not angry. Just focused. Her gaze pinned you in place.

"You want to tell me what that was?"

You blinked, confused. "What what was?"

“That performance,” she said, voice cool but laced with something simmering underneath. “The one where you giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl on national television while Hahn practically sat in your lap.”

You flushed. "We were just playing along—it was the interviewer, he asked—"

“I know what he asked,” Patti snapped. Her arms crossed again, but it didn’t look casual this time. It looked like restraint.

You tried to laugh it off. “It’s all pretend, Patti. You know that.”

She stepped forward again, close enough for you to smell her perfume—something expensive and heady and distinctly her.

“That’s the thing, sweetheart. I don’t think you do know.”

You blinked up at her. “What?”

"That what you’re doing—whatever game you think you’re playing—it has consequences."

"Patti—"

“Because I see the way you look at me when no one’s watching. I see how your hands shake when I stand too close.”

Her hand reached up, slow, trailing just under your jaw—knuckles grazing skin, so light it burned.

"And I don’t think you want Hahn,” she said, voice now velvet-smooth and low. “I think you want me. But you’re too scared to admit it.”

You swallowed, hard. Her fingers tilted your chin up.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

You couldn’t answer.

She leaned in, lips brushing your cheek—not quite a kiss. A warning. A promise.

“Inside. Now.”

The dressing room door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even turn around, Patti had your back pressed to it. Her hands found your hips with no hesitation, guiding your body flush against hers.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she murmured, lips brushing your ear. “With those looks. With that pretty little laugh.”

You whimpered as her hand slipped under your blouse, skimming up your stomach, nails grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp.

“I wasn’t—” you started, breathless.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Her mouth curved into a smirk against your neck. “You really think I’d believe that?”

She kissed you—finally—and it wasn’t sweet or slow. It was hungry, possessive. Like she’d been waiting to do it since the day you were cast. Your hands scrambled for purchase in her blazer, gripping the lapels, letting her tongue part your lips and take everything.

When she pulled back, she didn’t give you time to recover.

“Take it off,” she said, voice commanding as she nodded to your top. “Now.”

You obeyed with trembling hands, heart in your throat, heat pooling low in your belly. Patti stepped in closer, her hands sliding behind your back to unhook your bra with practiced ease.

“Fuck, look at you,” she whispered, finally touching you—palms warm, slow, worshipful over your breasts, teasing your nipples until you whimpered.

She kissed her way down your neck, biting gently when you gasped.

"All that squirming on the interview couch, and this is what you were thinking about, huh?” she taunted. “Me doing this?”

Your hips rocked toward hers involuntarily, and she grinned against your skin.

“God, you’re soaked already,” she murmured as her hand dipped between your thighs, pressing the heel of her palm against you through your trousers. “You want me that bad?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes—Patti, please—”

“Oh, you’re gonna beg?” she said, grinning. “Say it again.”

“Please,” you moaned. “I need you.”

She unbuttoned your trousers with quick fingers, shoving them down with your underwear in one go, then lifted you effortlessly onto the dressing table behind you, the mirror rattling behind your back.

“Keep looking at yourself,” she commanded. “I want you to see how pretty you look when I fuck you.”

Then she was between your legs—mouth hot and filthy, tongue unrelenting, fingers holding your thighs open like she owned you. You sobbed her name, watching your reflection blur through tears as she licked you through your first orgasm.

And then another.

And another.

By the time she stood, lips wet, eyes dark with hunger, your legs were trembling and your voice was wrecked.

She kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on her tongue, and whispered against your lips:

“You’re mine now. You hear me?”

You nodded desperately. “Yes. Yours.”

“Good girl.”

#patti #patti lupone x reader #patti lupone #patti lupone smut #actor!reader #actress!reader

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potatoplace · 3 months ago

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Secret Admirers

Poly+ SJM Week: Day 6 | @polysjmweek

Feysand x Reader

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Summary: Your first lead role in a play has finally arrived, and with it comes nightly presents from a pair of secret admirers. You're dying to know who it is, and you're not disappointed when you do.

Warnings: none!

Words: ~2.3k

Author's Note: I'm not the haaappiest with this one but it's okay, just happy to have gotten something out for tonight! I hope you guys like it!! 🫶 Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

Cheers erupted as you and your castmates took your bows, the curtains sliding shut and deadening some of the noise.

“Great show tonight, Y/N, you were stunning as always,” Arlena said, her hands clasping yours.

“Thank you, Lena, you were fantastic too,” you replied, pulling her in for a quick hug before beginning to head to the dressing rooms, arms locked together. You both gave high-fives to your other coworkers, sharing well wishes for the rest of the night.

After all, you would do it all again tomorrow night. And the night after that, and the night after that.

Because you had landed yourself a leading role in Velaris Playhouse’s latest production: Timeless, a play about two fated mates whose lives are brought together and torn apart over centuries, before finally ending up together for good.

The play would be running for four weeks, and possibly be granted an extension if attendance was high.

“For only our third show, I think you’re already acting like a professional,” Arlena teased as the two of you stopped in front of your dressing room - something you were still adjusting to, so used to the hustle and bustle of the main dressing rooms. She loosened the corset around your waist enough that you could the rest of it undone yourself, an action you were more than grateful for.

“Why thank you, I like to think that I practiced the tiniest bit. Now, I’ll meet you outside in about fifteen minutes? We can go out for drinks,” you suggested, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Drinks it is! I’ll see you in a few, Y/N,” Arlena said, already walking towards the main dressing room, a hand raised over her head to wave at you.

You shook your head and entered the room, shocked at the sight before you.

A beautiful bouquet of white lilies in a sparkling crystal vase, a note tucked into the blooms, as well as a black velvet box, a red ribbon tied into a delicate bow holding the box closed. You bit your lip as you approached, plucking the note from between the flowers and opening it.

Dearest Y/N,

We hope that this note finds you well, and you enjoy the flowers and pendant we chose for you. The beauty of the pendant reminded us of you, the way you so perfectly encapsulate Thalia’s love for Damien. You were the highlight of our night, and we hope to see you again.

- Your secret admirers

Heat rushed to your cheeks - secret admirers? As in more than one?

You weren’t sure if you could handle it, having two lov-

You shook your head, snapping yourself from your thoughts. Your attention turned from the note to the box, the perfect size and shape for a necklace, now that you thought of it.

Inside was a perfectly round moonstone, the setting made of silver and dangling from a delicate silver chain. The stone was smooth to the touch as your thumb ran across it, your eyes entranced by the way the color shifted slightly in the light.

The pendant quickly found its way around your neck, resting over the ballgown you’d worn for the final act-

Oh, shit, you thought, remembering your promise to meet Lena for drinks. A quick glance at the clock told you that you had five minutes remaining to get undressed and to the exit. You puffed out a breath, then set to work.

Four and a half minutes later you were rushing to the exit, vase in hand and the velvet box tucked into your jacket. The red ribbon had found its way into your hair somehow.

All you knew was that so far, you were enjoying having a secret admirer.

Arlena had commented on the flowers, asking who they were from, to which you could only blush, seeing as you didn’t know. You had quickly dropped it and the box off at your apartment before returning to the streets of Velaris, hunting for a nearby bar with your friend.

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

The crowd applauded, a few whistles and loud cheers rolling over you. A beaming smile covered your face as you bowed, hand in hand with your fellow castmates, repeating the action until the curtains shut.

You could hardly believe it still, that this was your job. You had made it!

Four nights into your first play run as a lead, and it still felt like a dream.

You and Arlena continued your new little tradition of celebrating with a drink after every show, with her undoing your dress a bit before leaving to her own dressing area.

And just like last night, there was a bouquet and another box waiting for you. This time, it seemed to be filled with chocolates, ones from your favorite chocolatier in Velaris. The flowers were pink roses that smelled so sweet you didn’t want to take your nose out of them, but you managed to as you read the note, the silver cursive standing out nicely on the midnight blue card.

Darling Y/N,

Watching you again tonight was like a dream, and hearing you cry, even knowing it was an act, hurt my heart. We hope that your heart is not too heavy after performing, but if it is, I prefer a few chocolates to cheer me up. We went to pick out flowers, and I’d thought red roses would be perfect. But after seeing the pink roses, they reminded me so much of the flush you have at the end of the night that I had to get them for you.

- Your secret admirers

Just reading the note had you feeling giddy, and you noticed that the handwriting on tonight’s note was slightly different. There really are two people that like me, you sighed to yourself as you took off your costume, carefully hanging it back up on its hanger before redressing in your street clothes, a simple cotton dress in a pretty navy color and a pair of comfortable flats, your feet needing a break after spending so many hours in uncomfortable heels.

You couldn’t unglue the smile from your face, even when Arlena teased you about having a crush on your admirers without even meeting them. You paid her no mind, smiling away as you ordered both of you a beer, having landed in Rita’s tonight.

Your heart held hopes of them coming to watch you for a third night in a row tomorrow night, Sunday. You needed to know if they were serious, and receiving anything from them tomorrow, even a simple note, would tell you all you needed to know.

Well… And whether or not the notes continued after your two day weekend, and the pair returned to see you on Wednesday night.

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

Your wishes came true, seeing as you walked into your dressing room and were greeted by a vibrant bouquet of moonflowers, moonlight dripping off of them and lighting the room around you. They were so beautiful that you could hardly believe they were yours now, planted in a silver coated clay pot. Another note was tucked inside, written in silver ink once more.

Lovely Y/N,

We thought a nice show of our affections would come with this plant, the delicate moonflower. They shine bright in the darkness, and some say that eating just one petal would point you to your true love. Though we believe that won’t be necessary for you, once you meet us formally. Do take care over your weekend, Y/N, and we look forward to seeing you again soon.

- Your secret admirers

Every night, you looked in the crowd before bowing to see if you could spot them, but you’d had no luck as of yet. The only sets of eyes that had been in the same spot each night had been the High Lord and Lady, and you highly doubted that they were the ones sending you gifts and love notes.

No, it had to be some couple that you couldn’t spot from your place on stage.

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

Four weeks. Four weeks of gifts and sweet notes, and you felt no closer to figuring out who your secret admirers are.

The only pair that you had consistently seen was your High Lord and Lady, and while you still considered it outside of the realm of possibility, you were confused as to who else it could be.

As far as you had noticed, most of the citizens of Velaris attended a show or two, maybe three if they were particularly entranced by the story and characters.

But your Lord and Lady? They had been at every single showing, sitting in the box that was reserved for them, their stunning eyes watching the moves of you and your castmates like hawks.

You’d thought maybe they had a vested interest in the play running smoothly each night, but as time wore on, you noticed that their eyes were tracking you.

It could all be in your head, but you had a suspicion that you were on to something with your theory, even if you didn’t find it all too believable.

As the curtains drew closed on your final night, you welt a wave of sadness wash over you.

Gone were the daily rehearsals and sitting to have your makeup done, doing quick changes behind the stage for the next scene. Gone were your celebratory drinks with Arlena.

Gone were your near-nightly love notes, the thoughtful gifts that they presented to you without ever having shown their faces.

“Hey, everyone’s heading over to Rita’s for a little after party, do you wanna go?” Lena asked you, an arm slung around your back.

You sighed. “Maybe, I’m not sure yet…”

“Oh, you mean you’re not sure if your secret admirers have asked you out yet?” Lena chuckled. “How about you meet us there if they haven’t, yeah? Then you’ll still have something to look forward to.” She waited for you to nod in agreement before patting you on the back. “Alright, dear, I’ll save you a seat, but I hope you get to see who’s been driving you crazy all these weeks!”

You smiled at her, grateful to have made such a good friend. “Thank you, Lena, I might see you there. Don’t drink too much!” you called after her as she walked towards the dressing rooms.

The theater was mostly empty now, the curtains opened back up again to let more of the faelights brighten the stage for the crew. You sighed as you stared at the set pieces, already missing being on stage.

Perhaps the playhouse owner will extend the show by two weeks, you thought, but you were unsure.

And then something caught your eye, in one of the upper boxes.

The High Lord and Lady, peeking down at you.

You narrowed your eyes in their direction, watching as their heads disappeared from view.

Weird.

You carefully lowered yourself from the stage, determined to find out if they truly were your secret admirers, and it wasn’t all in your head. Courage had filled you, knowing that this could be the last time for you to discover the truth.

Your feet ached in your heels as you climbed the stairs to the second level, peeking through curtains to see if you’d found the right box.

And when you did, you were surprised to see your High Lord and Lady, waiting with a bouquet of rose lilies and a tiny velvet box, this time in a midnight blue.

“So - I guess the two of you are my secret admirers?” you asked boldly, glad when you were met with breathless laughter, matching smiles on their faces.

“Yes, darling, we are,” Rhys said, approaching you slowly and pressing the bouquet into your hands. “I’m a bit surprised, actually, that you came to find us.”

Feyre chuckled. “What Rhys means is that we were… waiting to come find you…”

“Waiting,” Rhys scoffed lightly. “You were too nervous to go down the-”

“So were you!” Feyre interrupted, and you giggled at their antics, causing them to turn their eyes to you.

“Good thing I was brave enough to come up here, then, or I may never have known,” you teased them, taking a few steps closer, your eyes landing on the box in Feyre’s hands.

“That’s very true, Y/N. Though I’m sure that eventually we would have worked up the courage,” Rhys said softly, taking your free hand and pressing a kiss to it.

Feyre pressed a careful kiss to your cheeks, her soft lips leaving a wake of pink on your skin. “We brought you these as well,” Feyre said, opening the small box, revealing a pair of moonstone earrings, a perfect match to the necklace that they had given you a month ago.

“They’re gorgeous,” you said, reaching out to touch them lightly.

“Yes, but you are far more beautiful,” Rhys murmured, holding the box for Feyre as she took out one earring, replacing the one currently hanging from your right ear with the moonstone, the brush of her fingers lighting up your skin. She repeated the action on the other side, her hands lingering over the skin of your neck before pulling away.

“They look much prettier, now that you’re wearing them,” Feyre said sweetly. “So… Would you like to join us for dinner, Y/N?”

A bright grin spread across your lips at the question. “I would love to, I’ll just need to change first!” you said, already spinning around to leave the box, stopped by a gentle hand on your wrist as your form parted the curtains.

“We’ll meet you at the front doors, darling,” Rhys said before flashing you a dazzling smile, his eyes sparkling with stars.

“Try not to take too long?” Feyre said with a slight pout before grinning at you.

“I’ll be fast,” you promised, Rhys’s gentle grip on your wrist releasing to let you go backstage, a massive smile on your face, your heart fluttering the whole time.

Finally, you had names and faces to put to the pretty words written to you, and knew who had picked out such lovely, perfect gifts.

All it took was a tiny dash of courage.

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

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p-taryn-dactyl · 11 months ago

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dudeeee ik ur reqs are open so why not give this a shot and see what u think abt it! since the new agatha trailer came out I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT HERRRJDID!! so this is abt her! (plus love ur agatha content!! ive read all of em ALL OF EM)

so.. what abt a AU where agatha is the reader's manager and the reader is a famous actor? this could lead to a dark fic or just a wholesome light one! whichever u prefer ill leave it up to u!

~p.s i hope ur feeling better!! have a nice day and feel free to ignore this if u want to^^

a/n: first off, i love ur energy so much omg, and also SAME! the trailer goes through my mind 24/7 and i’m not mad about it! ooooo i love this idea!! definitely have to take creative liberties bc i’ve sadly never been famous😔 word count: 2.6k warning(s): fun fact: i am making all of these things up, if you're secretly an actor keep everything i did wrong in this fic to yourself - slight jealous!Agatha - friends to coworkers to lovers - agatha definitely knows how to communicate - all movies and characters mentioned in this are worlds/stories i have written- kinda rushed ending but then again i feel like everything is rushed - i really hope you like this! thank you so much for the ask and i am feeling a bit better 🫶🏻 - i really can't write kissing my apologies

i was the saint, you used to adore me

You remember when you first hired Agatha.

You were just beginning to dip your toes into the pool of acting, cautiously testing the waters by sending out your less than perfect resume to anyone who would accept. Agatha was the first, and only, acting manager to respond. She too was new to her field, so far only representing people who specialized in car commercials and medicine ads. She wanted a change of pace and your lack luster resume spoke to her. Some part of you still wanders why she picked to represent you, even though in the end everything worked out incredibly well, you wanted to know why she wanted to work with you.

Because now it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with you.

At the beginning, it was like the two of you couldn't be seperated. Outside of work hours, many movie nights happened, sometimes an excuse for Agatha to show you her favorite directing and acting techniques, sometimes an excuse for you to binge watch Sandra Bullock's entire cinematography. You would fill her inbox with emails of dream roles, she would fill yours with links to acting classes if the number of emails in her inbox from you exceeded 1,000.

She was your best friend.

You missed her.

If you had to pinpoint the time when she started drifting away, it was right after you landed your breakout role of Aerin Fey in the movie Pillars, which became a boxoffice hit, making nearly three times the production cost in theaters. Soon, your portrayal of the multiversal anti hero was on billboards, had sequels and contracts signed, had custom dolls on toy store shelves. It was everything you wanted, seeing little girls inspired by you as you either walked down a red carpet or passed them in the grocery store. You loved signing autographs in the signature Agatha and you spent nights perfecting. You loved taking pictures with fans, almost equally as excited as they were, after all your dream was coming true.

All you wanted was to share these moments with your closest friend but soon Agatha started only filling the manager role in your life. No longer did she appear at your door bearing tubs of ice cream to celebrate a role you had been offered, no longer did she let you cry when you lost a role you had been desperate for. Your texts and emails became dry, only notifying you of roles she had sent your portfolio in for or sending you calender invites for interviews and late night show appearances.

All this was swirling in your head as you scrolled through your old texts with Agatha, your eyes becoming watery as you went further into the messages. You sat in your living room on your large couch, a purchase Agatha practically had to force you to confirm. You still didn't understand why you needed such a large couch or house for that matter, as you were the only one living in the space. It was damn comfortable though. You let yourself sink into the cushions, your mind running wild with theories as to why Agatha suddenly cut your friendship off. Sure, you two would keep a professional appearance when seen together on the carpet but you were absolutely certain people noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"Bitch if you don't answer this door right now I'm going to assume you're dead and call every TMZ reporter here!"

The voice of your co-star turned friend Wanda Maximoff interupted your self pity episode, making you realize that the pounding you had subconsciously been hearing wasn't a sad theme song your mind created for you. No, it was the furious knocking of the red head. You reluctantly got out of your comfy spot, slightly taking Wanda's threat seriously. You opened your door, revealing your friend holding a folder with Pillar's studio name printed on the side and a bottle of champagne. You nodded to the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Wanda laughed, nudging her way into your home, bumping your shoulder with hers.

"Oh so it's that kind of day."

Wanda took her place on your couch, setting the bottle on the coffee table and crossing her legs with the folder in her lap. She patted the spot next to her on your couch, a smile wide on her face.

"Now come on, we have to make sure we know the answers to questions and what not to answer!"

You groaned at the reminder of your TV appearance tomorrow. Which also meant enduring the new cold demeanor of your be-manager. Wanda seemed to read your face as you made your way to sit back on the couch. She patted your knee once you were sat, her face a mix of pity and a bit of anger for your sadness.

"Is Agatha still acting weird?"

You nodded while staying silent, not wanting to cry in front of one of your only real friends. Not yet at least.

"God that's so stupid honestly. The least she could do is tell you what's going on instead of acting like a fourth grader who's favorite swing is being used during recess. I know you love her Y/N, I'm sorry."

You both laughed and choked at Wanda's words.

She was right, you loved Agatha. You've loved her since the first time you met her and your feelings only grew and intensified as your partnership continued throughout the years.

But you'd never say it outloud. That would make it real. And if it was real, that meant the woman you loved hated you and you had no idea why.

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Agatha was leaning against the wall of your dressing room, her eyes glued to her phone as she typed furiously. You watched her in the mirror as your hair stylist put the finishing touches on the style that was supposed to look effortless. Almost as if she could feel your stare, Agatha looked up from her phone to meet your eyes in the mirror. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as your own eyes widened, standing up a little to quickly. Realizing once you were up that you didn't have a reason for such a reaction.

Wanda burst into the dressing room, her red dress sparkling in the light.

"They want us to walk on stage together, shall we?"

Wanda held out her elbow for you to hold on to, winking in an exaggerated way. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Agatha's intense glare at Wanda but decided that you weren't going to let your manager's weird behavior affect this interview. You hooked your arm through Wanda's, playing along.

"We shall!"

Agatha followed behind the two of you, her stare burning into the back of your neck as the two of you walked onto the stage, cuing the raging applause and cheers from the audience. Agatha stayed off-stage, watching with crossed arms and an expression that could take down the toughest of tough.

The lights were burning and bright as you and Wanda took a seat next to each other across from the interviewer. You immediately regretting your choice in seat as Agatha stood across from you in the wings, her stare like ice as it stuck to your skin. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a wide smile as you were introduced. Purposefully ignoring Agatha, you focused on how the interviewer angeled her body towards Wanda, indictating who she would be asking a question to first.

"Ok, I got to say," Darcy Lewis, the host of this show, threw her hands in the air as if she was giving a confession, "I can't ask any questions about the movie until I get confirmation about something that's happened in your life recently, Wanda."

Wanda smirked, obviously understanding where Darcy was going, You, however, were confused, your eyes flickering between Darcy, Wanda, Agatha, and the audience, hating the feeling. Your smile stayed plastered on, not wanting to reveal your confusion. Wanda met your eyes and reached over to cover your hand with hers, her left hand on top almost purposefully. You looked down to see a beautiful ring with a braided band of gold set with a sparkling diamond of reasonable size.

"Oh my god!" You gasped out, grasping Wanda's hand and bringing it embarassingly close to your face. Wanda and Darcy laughed, the latter clapping as her vague question was answered in a hilarious way.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice!" Wanda laughed out, tugging her hand back to marvel at her ring herself, "I've only been parading it around for a week!"

You flushed with embarassment, a real smile painting your lips as you covered your face with your hands. After the crowd calmed down, Wanda confirmed outloud what the ring symbolized.

"A little over a week ago, my long time partner, who I met on this set by the way, proposed to me in the park we had our first date. Oh, he was so nervous but I couldn't let him finish his speach I was so excited! Obviously I said yes."

You wanted to give your friend a giant hug but decided against climbing over the arms of the chairs, choosing to keep your dignity as you didn't want your dress to ride up too much.

Darcy continued with the interview, the air of the stage light and friendly as you and Wanda evaded questions and made jokes about being trapped in these roles until you're 90. You realized once the interview was almost over that you couldn't feel Agatha's stare on you anymore. Since you had been actively avoiding the spot she was standing in the whole time, you hadn't notice her slip away. A spark of anger lit in your chest as memories floated around your mind. What had you done that she deemed worthy enough to sever your relationship?

You were surprisingly thankful when the interview was over, everything becoming a blur as you made it back home. Wanda had a date with her fiance, Vision but told you that she wanted to get coffee the next morning. You already knew you would be needing that coffee, as you had a few pages of script to begin memorizing for a cameo scene you were doing for a spin-off show of Pillars.

You wanted to just curl up on your couch and binge watch old Disney movies but you forced yourself to walk in circles around your living room, script in hand as you acted out your scenes. A few hours in, you were getting frustrated. Your mind just wouldn't grasp the script, each line entering your mind quickly but leaving even quicker. You were about to learn how to use your fireplace just to burn the papers when your door shook with someone knocking. It was rapid, almost desperate and it sent a sense of urgency pooling in your gut. You practically ran to your door, afraid of what you would see on the other side. Did someone die? Oh god, hopefully Wanda and Vision didn't break up that would be awful-

The door swung open.

It was Agatha.

Her eyes were ablaze with an emotion you couldn't pin point, her hair was a mess but it only added to her beauty, and she was gripping her phone so hard in her hand that her knuckles were white.

You were frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. Agatha just stared back at you, her chest heaving as if she had ran all the way to your home. Blinking, you broke yourself from your trance, and against the voices in your head that sounded suspiciously like a specific redhead, stepped to the side to let Agatha in. She barged in, going to stand in front of the couch, arms crossed as she continued to stare at you. Wringing your hands, you decided you wanted to mend what was broken.

"I'm just practicing for the shoot in a week, would you help me? I can't seem to get-"

"Were you ever with Wanda?"

Her sudden question made you choke on your words and you were back to being frozen, the script falling dramatically from your hands. Agatha came to stand in front of you, her face inches from yours. Your tongue was heavy with shock and all you could do was shake your head in denial.

Why was Agatha asking this? Did she like Wanda? That would explain why she wouldn't be happy with you, as you had grown closer to the redhead throughout the years and Agatha didn't.

Something clicked in your mind, reversing your sinking stomach into nervous butterflies.

But if she liked Wanda, why would she be glaring at her? Unless, the person Agatha liked wasn't the now engaged redhead and was-

"Y/N, please, I need you to answer me."

Agatha voice contradicted her body language, her words broken and shaky, as if she was afraid of a potential answer. Her hands flexed in the postition of her crossed arms, as if she wanted to reach towards you. You took a deep breath, preparing your answer.

"Is this why you started avoiding me? Because you thought I was with Wanda? I've only ever been her friend, Agatha and we only grew as close as we are because you stopped talking to me! God, I thought you hated me!"

Agatha's eyes lost their iciness and filled with panic instead. Her hands shot out and grasped your arms.

"Hate? No, I love you! I though the giant annoucment at the interview would be that you were in a relationship with Wanda! I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her because of my feelings!."

You shrugged Agatha's hands off your arms and took a step back.

"So you ruined ours? All because you thought your feelings were unreciprocated?" Agatha's eyes lit up with hope at your words, "Wanda's been with Vision for years, all you had to do was open Google!" You had started to raise your voice towards the end, all your frustration being let out at once. Agatha shrugged sheepishly as she slowly stepped to once again be close to you.

"I didn't want to be right."

Agatha smiled nervously as she brushed a hair from your face.

"I didn't know what to do and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted. God, Y/N, it hurt seeing you with someone who wasn't me. I thought you just wanted to be friends. "

Her whispered apology melted away the ice that had been hardening your heart for protection and you reached up to cup her face in your hands. Agatha leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a second before opening and almost blinding you with how much hope was shining towards you.

"I loved being your friend and it really hurt me when you took that away but," you smiled at Agatha, shifting to be even closer to your manager, "I would love to be even more."

Agatha smiled softly, her eyes saying everything her words couldn't. Her smile melted into a smirk as she leaned in, your hands falling from her face so your arms could wrap around her neck.

"I would really love to make up for lost time."

You barely had finished nodding before Agatha's lips crashed into yours, consuming you. Her hands now cradled your face as you kissed, her tongue battling with yours. She started walking, directing you towards the stairs, where the door to your bedroom taunted you with it being far. As the two of you stumbled up the stairs, laughter breaking the kiss, you felt Agatha tugging on your dress, the one you still hadn't changed out of. Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and once you hit your bed, from the look in Agatha's eyes, you wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

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a/n: please tell me u liked this bc i loved writing it :) i love this AU idea and would love to expand on it in the future! i wanted this to be a one shot but the potential in this pairing could lead to a series 👀 thank you so much for reading!! hopefully my writing slump hasn't affected my writing too much but i'm going to keep practicing to get better!!

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness x you #manager!agatha #actor!reader #famous!actor

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darknqlmes · 1 year ago

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Surprise!

PARING: John Nolan/Reader Bailey Nune/ Daughter!Reader Henry Nolan/Reader

WARNINGS: NONE, JUST FLUFF!

SUMMARY: Harper Nune is Bailey Nune's daughter, and when her mother invites her to there wedding, she says yes. What her mother doesn't know is that Harper moved to Los Angeles.

"Yes, mom. I'm on my way." Harper told her mother on the phone. Harper was on her way to L.A. for her mother's wedding. Harper was a little hesitant about her mother getting married again, especially after Jason, who is her birth father. "Okay, I just want to make sure." Harper chuckled, told her mother goodbye, and hung the phone up while boarding the plane to L.A.

About nine hours into the flight, she was very excited to get off the plane. She only had about thirty minutes left on the flight. She heard someone on her right side ask, "Are you Harper Nune?" Harper looks over at him and smiles. "Yes, I am. How may I help you?" The boy smiled. "I'm such a big fan; I love your character on Supernatural."

"Awe, thank you so much." Harper then heard the pilot on the speakers. "We are arriving in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for riding with us." Harper sighs and waits for the plane to land.

"Mom, I am getting in the car. Yes, yes, I'll drive safely. I love you too, mom." Harper hangs the phone up, gets in the driver seat, turns the car on, and drives to the address her mother gave her the night before. While on the drive, Harper was jamming out to Dove Cameron's song, Boyfriend. "I could be a better boyfriend than him; I could do the shit he never did-" Harper got interrupted by the GSP. "Your destination is on the right."

Turning right, Harper parked her car in her mother's and fiance's driveway. Taking her keys out, she still kept on singing the song, Boyfriend. "I never would have left you alone. Here on your own, glued to your phone. Never would have left you alone. For someone else to take you home." Harper stopped singing when she got to the front door. Raising her fist, she knocked on the door.

"One moment!" Harper heard a man's voice. She was mentally hoping she didn't have the wrong house. Just a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal an older man. "Oh, hello- Wait. Aren't you that actor, Harper Nune?" Harper smiled. "Yeah, I am. Glad to know someone knows me." The older man laughs. "Um, what can I help you with?" "Oh, right. Is Bailey here? Bailey Nune?"

"Um, yes, she is. Just give me a- Bailey! There is someone at the door for you!" John shouted. Harper heard footsteps and her mother's voice. "Who is it?" "It's-" Harper saw her mother and smiled. "Hey, mom. How are you?" Bailey gasps and hugs Harper. "You never texted me like you said you would. You scared me!"

Harper laughed while her mother invited her inside. "I'm sorry, mom; I was making sure to be careful. Especially with L.A. traffic." They heard John clear his throat, and the two women looked at him. "Oh, right. John, this is my daughter, Harper Nune. Who you might know as an actor, and Harper, this is John Nolan. My fiance." John looked surprised and shocked. "You never told me you had a daughter." Bailey looked at her daughter sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda forgot to."

Just then, they heard a knock on the door. John looked at Bailey, while Bailey looked at him. When he opened the door, Harper recognized him; it was the boy on the airplane. "Henry! Hey, come on in." John invited the boy, Henry. Inside. "Henry, this is-" "Hey, nice to see you again, Harper." Harper smiled at Henry. "It's nice to see you again, Henry." The two parents looked at each other, confused about what was going on. "What is happening?" Bailey asked.

"Oh, Henry and I met on the plane when we were about thirty minutes away from L.A." Harper looked down at her watch and silently cursed herself. "Crap, I have to go. I have a few errands to run. Uh, Henry, can I borrow you for a second?" Henry nods and walks out the door with Harper, while John and Bailey just stare at each other. "Okay, so I need some help." Henry nods for her to continue. "I'm getting my mother a necklace, and I am planning on getting John something as well, and I don't know his taste very well. So I thought, 'Why not ask if you wanted to help?"

"I'll come with you, as long as I can drive." Harper smiled and nodded her head. Handing him her car keys, they got in the car and drove to Blue Nile. (Blue Nile is an actual jewelry store in L.A. I looked it up.)

Walking inside the jewelry store, Harper and Henry look at each other. "Okay, you go find something you think John will like, while I go grab a necklace for my mom. Meet back here in fifteen." Henry nodded his head and headed off to the right side of the store. Walking up to the necklace, Harper looked at them all for about five minutes and found the one she thinks she will love.

Looking up at the employee, she asked if she could grab the necklace. When she pulled it out, Harper looked at it in 'awe'. "This is perfect; thank you." When she bought the necklace, it cost $2,620. Harper paid for it and met back with Henry, who was still looking at the watches and rings. "Hey, found something you think he might like?" Henry looked at Harper and nodded.

"Yeah, this one." Henry pointed to a ring that was really nice. "Hi, could we get that one, please?" The employee grabbed the ring, and Harper and Henry decided that it was the final decision. The cost was $1,620. Henry tried offering to pay for it, but Harper told him not to. "No, I'm doing this that way John knows I consider him in my family."

Harper and Henry thank the employee and leave. Driving back to John and Bailey's house.

After staying for a few hours, Harper was getting ready to leave when she forgot to tell her mother about another surprise. "Oh, mom, before I forget, I moved." "That's amazing, sweetheart. Where did you move?" Harper smirked at her mother. "Oh, I don't know. About. five minutes away from here." Bailey squealed and hugged Harper. "Really!" Harper nodded. "I wanted to get a house close to here, but not too close, so I don't seem like a creep."

Harper saw the time and told her mom she had to go. "Goodnight, mom, and night, John. I love you, mom." "I love you to, Harper."

Harper opened her house door and sighed, feeling tired from the day she had. Putting her keys down, she locked all her doors and windows before getting into bed. She read a book for about thirty minutes but got tired and fell asleep without realizing it.

PART TWO?

#The Rookie x Reader #The Rookie #The Rookie Imagine #John Nolan x Reader #John Nolan #John Nolan Imagine #Henry Nolan x Reader #Henry Nolan #Henry Nolan Imagine #Bailey Nune x Daughter!Reader #Bailey Nune #Bailey Nune Imagine #Actor!Reader

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shegetsburned · 1 year ago

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tw. age gap

✰ you swear there’s nothing going on between you and your co-star kento nanami to every fan or interviewer that dare ask the question. after many years of working together, there have been speculations of a secret relationship between the two of you and fans are dying to know the truth.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami who’s ten years older than you and has starred in many films as your love interest. your audience describe your chemistry as unmatched, on and off camera. you are the people’s favorite couple and, unfortunately, your actions never contradict the allegations.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but, every time you two appear in an interview together, there are hundreds of edits of the way kento looks at you. his attentive gaze makes you flutter. he always seems interested in what you’re saying and never cuts you off. even when he’s alone, he finds subjects and ways to mention your name and express how grateful he is to have the privilege of working with you.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but every time you feel overwhelmed and stressed on the carpet or any major events, he reaches for your hand, letting you hold onto his arm as you both walk side by side. only with a look, he understands and goes to your side, helping you calm down without a word. his presence is always enough to make you feel better.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but his first thought is always to find you. whether he’s on set or at premieres, he asks other actors if they’ve seen you. even when he’s being interviewed, he ends the conversation by jokingly telling the audience that he needs to find you or he won’t be able to go through the whole night.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when it’s time to film your sex scenes, he’s always there to reassure you. the age gap did not help, at first, but his gentle touch and the way he led and handled you in a soft-spoken voice never failed to put your mind at ease and helped you to shoot almost effortlessly the most stunning performance of the movie.

“no one is present but you and me, sweetheart. take your time, i’ll help you get into it.”

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when he won his first award, he firstly thanked you and went on and on about how wonderful of an actress you were and how formidable it was to work on this masterpiece with you. the camera zoomed on your flustered face as you exchanged adoring looks with the man on stage.

but, no— you swear there’s nothing between you and kento. you swear your fans are not onto something and it’s only their imaginations running wild. but, between two scenes, when you can’t help but stare at the perfectly sculpted man who’s standing two feet away from you, who’s so well-spoken, compassionate, courteous and kindhearted, god, you really wish something was going on, between you and your co-star kento nanami.

#—﹙🎐﹚𑣲 by yours truly﹒#nanami #jjk #nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #kento x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #nanami smut #nanami fluff #actor au #jjk hcs #new celebrity crush means actor au to escape reality

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elliesbebegurl · 3 months ago

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thinking about co-star!abby and you two having to do a sex scene…

you hated her. she was a cocky motherfucker behind closed doors, yet she was so good at making people believe she was this sweet, charismatic, and amazing person that makes you oh, so very lucky to work with and have on set.

but no matter how much you hated her, it was undeniable that she gave a good fuck. it was supposed to be a one-time thing, just to blow off steam and relieve the tension between you two (and a moment of weakness if you were being quite honest)—but being stuck with her for months on set and being sexually frustrated doesn’t exactly make a good combination. she was hot. you weren’t going to deny that.

that’s how you got yourself here.

this was around the 9th retake because you kept zoning off, and abby grew tired of it. the director gave you a minute or two to fully get into character, before the camera start rolling once again.

“take ten! three, two, one, action!” the director snapped the clapboard, and you and abby get right into action. well, abby was the only one acting, really.

the sheets were wrapped around and covering the both of you, your torsos pressed close together, skin to skin, as abby places tender kisses up your neck, making her way to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. she rocks the both of you on the bed, making the movement exaggerated for the cameras as you suck in a gasp.

her fingers were buried deep inside your pussy, making you barely even able to catch up and keep up the act of kissing abby with fervor. abby fought the urge within her to smirk at the effect she had on you, and she decides to curl her fingers harsher—elliciting a loud moan from you, throwing your head back and making more room for abby’s lips to place more kisses on your sensitive skin.

“cut!”

the director announces, followed by her applause and praise. “beautiful! beautiful work, you two! y/n, you nailed that scene perfectly!”

abby sits up, fingers leaving you empty and desperate as she smiles at the director. “thank you! you okay, y/n?” she asks, and there was a clear cockiness and pretentious concern that only you could seemingly read, and you narrow your eyes, sending her a fake smile. your blushed and almost disheveled state was definitely a sight for her.

“yep. peachy.”

you are sooo getting her back for this shit she pulled.

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a/n: LOOK I know I said I’d be working on the vampire ellie drabble BUT THIS CAME UP AND I HAAAAAD TO WRITE IT

baaaack to the ellie drabble! 🙏

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson smut #the last of us smut #actor!abby

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deusfoundry · 6 months ago

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zayne but he's eating you out with his glasses on. you've lost count of how many times he's made you cum after the third one. or was it the fifth? you're writhing beneath him, a sobbing, twitching mess as zayne paints stars and circles on your sopping wet cunt. he shows no signs of stopping though, only pulling away every ten minutes or so looking like a mess. his hair sticks out in odd directions from all your pulling and tugging. his glasses are pushed right up against his face, fogged up and lopsidedly leaning to the right. the entire lower half of his face is soaked, chin drenched with your cum.

he's frowning at first, brows furrowed as if he's almost disappointed that he has to come up air. but the corner of his lips rise into a small smirk when he sees you, tear stained cheeks, chest heaving. and before you know it, your five seconds of reprieve is gone as zayne dives right back in without bothering to fix his glasses or wipe his chin, eager to pull another orgasm or three out of you before he finally sinks you onto his cock.

#sorry ill write popstar!reader and actor!sylus now i swear #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne x reader #love and deepspace x reader #zayne smut #love and deepspace smut

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thekoalapastriesbakery · 3 months ago

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RED CARPET

trans ftm!formula one x actor!male!reader

request: Can you do trans drivers x actor male reader where the trans drivers are male reader husband and male reader going on premier of his movie looking sexy alot of people are simping for him he looks like a DILF and trans drivers is getting jealous because they think people will try to steal male reader away from him -🐨

summary: your boyfriend gets jealous when you're at a premiere.

warnings: swearing, jealous!drivers, mentions of pregnancy/kids (gabi, kimi), suggestive content (lando, oscar, yuki), insecurity/dysphoria (paul), mild mention of needles/hrt (yuki)

contains: gabriel bortoleto, kimi raikkonen, lando norris, oscar piastri, paul aron, + yuki tsunoda

author’s note: short n probably a bit repetitive but i hope you like it!

comments + reblogs appreciated!

taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius @crispysoup318 @op-81-lvr-reblogs @ncrsbrg @spoonfulofmilo @justaf1girl @widow-cevans

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melosliving · 6 months ago

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IM OBSESSED WITH UR AARON & KELVIN BLURBS,, PLS KEEP IT UP, UR WRITING IS AMAZINGGG !! ❤️❤️.

just wanted to say thank you for all the love I’ve been receiving ! It means so much to me, may god keep blessing y’all and y´all mamas ! ❤️❤️

aaron pierre & kelvin Harrison jr x actress!reader

Variety’s actors on actors

The bright lights of the studio shone down on the minimalist set, the iconic “Actors on Actors” logo gleaming behind you. The three of you sat in a perfect triangle—aaron on your left, kelvin on your right, and you in the middle, the it girl of the moment. The producers had called it “a meeting of cinematic greatness,” but to you, it felt like two boys scheming to make you look crazy on camera.

“Alright, let’s get started,” kelvin said, leaning back in his chair with a grin that could charm the devil himself. He adjusted the cue cards in his hand, before dramatically clearing his throat “before we get back to the official questions, can we talk about this? Apparently, the streets are saying we are in a poly relationship.”

You laughed, covering your face with your hands. “not this again. The streets are getting out of hand honestly.” Aaron tilted his head, pretending to consider. “Should we tell them the truth?”

Kelvin’s jaw dropped. “Wait, no. we should make this an exclusive, sell this to newspapers or whatever."

“No!” you said quickly, glaring at both of them. “They’re messing with you. There’s no truth to it y’all." Aaron shrugged, his eyes twinkling.

Kelvin looked between you two, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know. I think our chemistry’s too real...” You shook your head, laughing. “Next question !”

Kelvin, leaned forward with a devilish grin. “Alright, Aaron, this one’s for you : What’s it like working with ❁, and do you ever feel overshadowed by her greatness ?”

Aaron chuckled, his tongue pressing into his cheek. “it’s tough. Really tough. Every time she’s on screen, all I can do is stand there and hope I don’t look like a complete amateur.”

“quit playing, big guy.” you laughed, shaking your head. “He’s lying. Aaron’s the type to come onto set, nail every take in one shot, and still look good while doing it. If anything im the one trying to keep up.”

"See, they’re bickering again !" Kelvin looks at the camera.

“Okay, question for you kel,” you said, tapping your cue card against the armrest. “When you first read the script for your movie waves, did you immediately know you’d take the role, or did someone have to convince you?”

Kelvin smiled, stealing a glance at you before answering. “I think I knew pretty early on. There was this one scene in the script—it was so raw, so vulnerable—it made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. That’s when I knew.”

Aaron leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand. “What scene was it?” You met kelvin’s gaze, your smile softening. “It’s the one where tyler has this kind of massive mental breakdown in front of his parents and he’s trying to go."

"You know, I cried when seeing the film." You say, now a bit blushing since it was a vulnerable moment for you. "The story was so touching and to be able to witness the distress in your eyes from start to end was something I will probably remember forever." You explain, pouring your heart out. Looking back at you, kelvin extended his arms to take your hand in his and kiss it softly. "I appreciate you, a lot." He mumbles against the back of your hand.

aaron looks a you two with softness in his eyes. "Look at them. Never beating the allegations."

“Ok, let’s talk about that final scene in one of your movies, ❁” one person of the crew said, redirecting the discussion. “The one where you’re standing in the rain, and you don’t say a word, but everything you’re feeling is written on your face. How did you prepare for that?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question “Wow, um... I guess I just thought about all the things I’ve wanted to say but never could. It was about channeling that silence, you know ?”

Aaron nodded, his gaze steady. “And It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”

Kelvin let out a loud cough, breaking the moment. “Alright, Romeo. Save some compliments for the rest of us.”

Aaron smirked but didn’t look away from you. “Can’t help it. She deserves them.”

"This is what I have to deal with everyday y’all.." you say, looking at the camera which is now focused on your pretty face.

"Im not against the idea of a threesome between us though, so hit me up producers. I’m ready." Finishes kelvin, winking.

"Boy you have lost your mind."

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