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sweetascherry1 · 10 hours ago

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I think we’re getting too deep Hayden Christensen Pt. I?

DESCRIPTION: The popular actor Hayden Christensen was seen with a popular super model! Paparazzi storm the two, and they both end up front page on "latest scandals". 'I think we're getting too deep, ain't no party on the weekend.'

PARING: Hayden Christensen x Super Model F!Reader

WARNINGS: Drinking, paparazzi being invading, smoking, situationship. Brief mentions of Y/N

WC: 3K something?

Hayden Christensen seen with super model on arm!

The young actor, recently starred in the movie shattered glass, was spotted leaving a mutual friend’s party last night with famous super model Y/N L/N

The two have never been seen together alone before last night, yet they seemed to be very close. Hayden has his arm wrapped around her waist, and she had no problems letting him.

Was it really all innocent, or is there more going on? Alls known is they cause quite the splash in the latest scandals. The hottest question now is, what really happened last night?

It was well known that you were a party person. Despite beliefs it wasn't for alcohol, sex, or anything like that. You loved to go out simply because you loved your closet.

You loved to do your makeup, pick out jewelry to wear, and your closet was your shrine to yourself. It was one of the many reasons you became a model, fashion. You loved to dress up, that was you.

So, it was expected of you to attend Ewan party, and you had no problems attending.

Hayden Christensen on the other hand could not be any more opposite. He loved staying home, dressing into ‘appropriate’ clothes was a chore, and he the comfort of home was too great.

Yet, Ewan was like a brother to him, and it had been a while since he had last saw him, and he would go.

He had a plan; stay for a few hours, catch up with Ewan, grab a drink, then ditch. Solid, and well thought out.

Never in a million years did he actually think he would be having fun.

“Ewan!” You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, as you ran to hug the man. “Best party yet!” Your voice was raised, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“It’s so good to see you!” He said your name, like he hadn’t seen you at the last event. The two of you became very close the last six months, and surprisingly not many people romanticized your friendship. Something you were both glad for. “I heard you may be working with a certain someone soon.” How a rumor leaked on your upcoming project with the playboy you’ll never know. However, even with the leak, it was still an anticipated release with your fans.

“If you get me started, I can’t promise I’ll shut up about it.” Your body hummed with energy. You were feeling good, it had been a hot minute since your last conversation with the man, the drink in your body made you feel loose, and the music had only heightened your mood.

“I’m really happy for you,” Ewan was the most genuine friend you probably had.

“And I’m happy for you, your career has really taken off.”

His eyes tracked to a person behind you, and you couldn’t help but follow them.

Tons of people were in the crowd, and not a single face stood out to you. Except the one person breaking through the crowd and heading straight for you and him.

“Hayden!” The two men hugged each other, before Ewan had introduced the two of you.

“Hayden, meet,” your name filtered off his tongue and to the young actor, your name was like a symphony.

You were beautiful, eye catching, to say the very least. The way your hair fell past your face, the color of your lips, how perfect your tits rested in your dress. You were jaw dropping.

“Nice to meet you, Hayden.” While your smile was a kick to the knees, your voice was a punch to his throat. His mind blanked, nothing but the sound of your voice in his head.

“Hayden?” His friend that he considered a brother asked, worry in his tone. It wasn’t surprising to Ewan that he’d get awkward in front of a pretty girl. The surprising part was him going dead silent.

“Sorry, hi I’m Hayden.” His stumbling words couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Which you already know that.” You almost missed his mumbling words.

“You played Anakin Skywalker, right?” Conversation, you were good at making that. Something he was not.

Pride washed through him. Yes, he did that, he played the Anakin Skywalker — he did a movie. "Yea, I did that.”

“I’ll leave you two to get to know one another, catch me before you two leave.” Each of you gave your byes to Ewan, and Hayden could feel his throat closing.

He was going to be alone with you, or as alone as you can get in a party.

“I really liked your movies.” You told the actor, and for a moment Hayden wanted to believe you meant it. That someone had actually liked what he helped made, but the truth was criticism was all he got from it.

“You don’t have to say that.” His voice was soft, and distance as he looked anywhere but your knowing eyes.

“I know. Saying things, you don’t have to means a lot more than one may think.” A ball got stuck inside his throat, and he couldn’t swallow it. He couldn’t swallow you. “I liked the movie; you shouldn’t let others affect your passion.” Your soft hand, with a few rings, rested on his shoulder. The intent meaning to be comforting only lit a fire inside him. And when you leaned up to kiss his cheek, you had completely set him ablaze.

“I hope to see you again; I had a nice time talking with you.” Just like that you were gone. The crowd consumed you, but even if you walked away from him — he could still remember everything about you.

The sound of your voice, the impulse in your eyes, the desire of your lips.

Hayden hated crowds, hated going to parties, but now he found it all not so bad. He recognized it to be all so exciting, he found you thrilling.

And began Hayden’s little ritual. He’d be invited out to a party, ask who was all going to be there and without fail the moment your name was mentioned he would be there.

It never how packed it was, the venue, the loudness of it all — somehow, he had always found you.

Music blared, a song you didn't even know capturing you. You danced, drink in hand, and a smile too joyful. It made the actor hesitate; you were having fun and the last thing he wanted was to interrupt it.

He hesitated for too long, and with an empty drink you deemed it time to finally get off the dance floor. But, for a moment you saw a glimpse of the man who you had met so briefly it left a lasting curiosity.

You stopped in your tracks and made the split decision to talk to Hayden, something he was forever grateful for.

It wasn't the only time and the next time you saw him he had shocked you by making his way to you. He approached you, and the shy actor you started to know washed away and a certain confidence overcame him with the familiarity of you.

Nerves always picked away at his skin, but he would never let that show - at least not in front of you.

It had started to become expected of the actor to make his way up to you. In fact, Ewan had bets with other mutual friends on how long it’d take for one of you to finally make your way to the other.

You’d be sitting at the bar, and the bar tender would offer you a kind smile while sliding a drink you didn’t order in front of yourself.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t order this.” It was common for a person to buy you a drink. However, it was uncommon for you to accept it.

“This from that man over there.” The guy said, pointing to a Hayden Christensen who sat staring at his drink. Not daring to look at you.

You gave the bartender a kind smile, taking the drink before making your way to the man that had been kind enough to buy it.

When Hayden saw you heading his way, for a moment his mind blanked, panicked. Why were you coming up to him? Did you want to talk to him? Did you actually remember him? Even through his panic however he remained seated. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t run away from you.

“Hello again.” His voice didn’t come out as shaky as he felt. In fact, you found his voice unwavering. As if he held a silent strength that made you want to listen forever.

“So, kind of you to remember me, Mr. Skywalker.” You place the drink beside his, a lip stain from your lip stick smudging the glass. “Not the best drink — I have to say.” It was as if you were challenging him. Checking him.

“Not up to your standards?” His question should have been innocent, but with the way he looked you up and down, a slight hesitancy when his gaze crossed your chest. “I’m sure it can’t be all that bad.”

He was teasing you, as if inside you weren’t making him squirm with a simple look.

Hayden wasn’t a fool when it came to girls, he didn’t have many girlfriends, but he had his fair share of experience in impressing them. So why did he keep feeling like he was twelve again looking at playboy magazines?

“Maybe my standards are higher than you think.” Your words had a cutting edge that sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his pants tightening.

He reached for the glass you put onto the bar and angled it perfectly so his mouth would cover the stain you made.

All breath from your lungs left your body, not for a moment he stopped eye contact, his throat moved with the liquid going down and all you wanted to do was bite it.

This was a hard cry from the shy guy you had known from other encounters.

Placing the glass cup back down, he couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. Your lipstick very faint on them. Everything in him tightened, his pants, his heart, everything.

“It not too bad,” he pushed himself off the stool, and made the very hasty decision to grab onto your waist. Pulling you up onto the chair he once sat, his arm caging you in.

His arms that show under his rolled-up sleeves. His arms that had veins slightly bulging, his arms that flexed a little when he noticed your dark eyes on them. Oh, you were so screwed.

“It’s very sweet, delicious.” He said words like he was already done undressing you, and you were all but waiting to be claimed, marked, fucked.

A humming fire lit inside you, deep, and it seared through you leaving nothing but agony in its wait.

“Hayden.” A low groan released from the man, his head resting onto your chest. You didn’t notice his hands tightening on the chair, stopping them from touching you. You didn’t notice his rough breathing, only the rasp in his voice as if it physically pained him to be so closed to you, but so endlessly far.

You pulled his head from your chest, and he wanted to let a whine escape him. He loved how you felt, how you smelled.

“You’re a bad idea.” You couldn’t persuade the desire to stare at his lips away. “I can’t risk bad ideas.” You were at a point in your career where one mess up and you won’t recover. “I can’t make a mistake.”

“Am I a bad idea, or a mistake.” The question baffled you.

“What’s the difference?” A mistake and a bad idea were both a slip-up.

He pushed your legs slightly apart, making himself comfortable between them. His fingers brushing your open thigh.

“A bad idea is a misstep before it’s acted on.” He was close, so close you could feel the heat of his lips hover over yours. Before it moved past them and up to your ear. “A mistake is after it’s been acted on.” His breathing was faint against the shell of your ear. “So, what am I?”

You didn’t let him move a moment further away before capturing his lips in yours. “A mistake.” You grinned against his mouth, and God he was screwed.

It had become a sacred dance between the two of you. A party on the weekend and you'd no longer needed a driver to bring you home. Hayden would personally escort you to your door. (Always falling into your bed.)

Every party, and he was there. Every event and he'd always find you waiting for him.

It was casual. Yet even in casualty you found security in his arms. His touch was gentle, tender - while his eyes were filled with longing.

Somewhere along the way you spent longer mornings together, left the parties earlier, talked longer into the night.

It was all new to you. Caring so much about a person. You never cared about another person thoughts so much. You never listen to someone words so intently, afraid of missing a word.

You had pride yourself, never letting a single person be the cause of a rethink. You knew what you needed, what was best for you, however the burn of wanting coiled inside you.

You had idea you were in so deep with him, and neither did he.

He never knew how much you valued his opinions, and you never knew the confessions he would whisper to you in your sleep.

You'd often text, talking about each other's day, your next available day and when you got the text he wasn't going to the next party - you couldn't describe what willed you to stay in also. Or what made you ask him to come over.

He did, no questions asked. The moment you open your door to see him his smile was contagious. And then you knew why.

It was because he was the person to bring joy, the person that was the quiet that you needed. You spent your life as being the 'life of the party'. Never missing a crowd, and you never knew how much you needed a moment of silence until Hayden sat the silence with you.

Was that the moment when things shifted between the two of you? Or was it when he brought dinner to your apartment after a hard day? Or maybe it was when you spent days doing nothing but being with each other?

You couldn't say the moment, but you knew and so did Hayden. Nothing about the two of you were casual. You both were too much to be any less.

It was late at night, the white silk satin covers laying over the two of you. The alarm on your bed side table clicking to 2:37 AM.

"Hayden?" Your voice was soft, a voice he engraved into his heart. "Hm?" Your hands were entwined, your fingers playfully pulling his, and his other hand tracing your shoulder as he held you in his arms.

"This is nice." Your voice remained a whisper, and he knew exactly what you meant. Nothing but the two of you, holding each other, in the comforts of one another.

Everything about this moment Hayden found so much more than nice. The smell of your shampoo, your hair carrying the scent of something delicate and captivating. The fragrance lingered all around them surrounding him until he found it impossible not to get lost in you, drawn to your entire essence.

"It is." He simply agreed, too distracted by everything you. Had he always noticed so many details? In the midst of it all, you had become the silence he craved, the kind that never needed to be filled. He wanted to say something, tell you about every thought in his mind and how they all came back to you. Yet, fear overcame courage, and yearning would be the compromise of his hesitancy.

"The world goes by so fast." The sound of your voice was tired, sleepy, but you had never felt more awake. "Sometimes I feel like it'll pass me by."

The tilt of your head gave him the perfect view of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the plump of your lips - like a sin that made time forget itself.

"Then I'll slow down my own world for a chance to be a part of yours." The words flowed naturally from his lips, and the tightness of your chest squeezed your heart in ways you didn't understand.

"You're too kind to me."

"I'm serious." The touch of his hand left yours as he rested his palm to the side of your face. "I'm not good at this but I'd still myself before ever passing you by."

He didn't rush you, he never did, and when his eyes fell back onto your lips and waited for you to answer his silent question. Everything blurred, when he started lean down. The aching need to kiss you became a burning of pure demand.

He never was harsh with you, somehow, he knew exactly what you wanted, what pace you needed, and how to make you plea for everything else.

The parties slowly started to lose its appeal to you. However, even if you've skipped out on a few of them this one you promise your attendee would be there.

A familiar beat of tune over washed you when you saw the man who had occupied your thoughts siting at the bar. Waiting.

"Hello there, Mr. Skywalker." Sliding onto the barstool beside him, Hayden couldn't control the smile that came with seeing you. "Hello, superstar."

Drinks flowed between the two of you followed by drunken giggles. The hour was becoming later and later, and he didn't stop you when you jumped off the stool, grabbing his hands and leading him.

Your feet dragged to the dance floor, a familiar song playing throughout the entire venue. You guided his hands onto your body, the weight and feel of them like a story you’ve read a thousand times yet could never find the ending.

It was intimate, and unnerving — wordless longing. Your two bodies moved closed to one another his hands lingering on your hip while his other rested in the crooked of your neck. Your own hands placing on his waist eyes closed as you breathed him in. Each step unhurried, each sway deliberate, and every glance full of trust, and a burning desire.

“I think I might need some air.” You didn’t, but you knew he did. Because even inside your own bubble the world always had a way of pressing on it. A person dancing to close, someone’s voice yelling over the music. But Hayden didn’t say anything because he would rather chop his hand off than move from you. Leave you. He didn’t even let the thought cross his mind, you just knew him too well.

“Let’s go,” his hand fell from your face and interlinked your fingers together, like it was natural for him, and it was. Just like it was natural to wrap your other hand around his arm.

Hayden inhaled the smoke into his lungs, giving him a relief he desperately craved. The moon was high, a sign of the late hour, and you didn’t notice the goosebumps spreading on your skin from the cold until the warmth of his jacket fell onto your shoulders.

He didn’t stop you from taking the cigarette from his mouth. Instead, he watched as your lips wrapped around the death stick - the end flickering with a lighted flame.

Your lipstick smudged the cigarette, a stain leaving in its trail. Hayden could feel his heart stop as you placed the newly marked stick back onto his lips.

He didn’t get the chance to toss the thing away, to pull your lips onto his mouth and kiss you desperately, to have your lipstick stain not just that but his mouth too.

Paparazzi surrounded the two of you coming from absolutely nowhere.

“Hayden! What are you doing with Y/N L/N?”

“Y/N is it true that you’re soon to be working in acting?”

“What are the two of you doing together?”

What are the two of you doing together? Could it be called casual when you were everything but? Was it friends with benefits when the two of you desperately wanted to be more? Was it fun when it felt so serious?

Questions kept being asked, and Hayden reached his hand out grabbing onto your waist, leading you away from them or attempting too.

Shots after shots were being taken off the two of you. You wearing his jacket, him dangling a cigarette in his mouth that had a clear and visible lipstick stain that matched perfectly to yours.

You knew that articles would be published of the two of you. However making your way home, neither of you cared as you fell into the bed, tangling in one another.

The sanctuary of privacy was shattered, but as Hayden kissed every inch of your skin you couldn’t find regret.