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𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫-𝐉𝐨𝐲

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Anya Taylor-Joy - Downtown

Pairing: Anya Taylor-Joy x Fem!reader

Summary: You heard stories of the center of the city that you had yet to venture. You just had no idea what one night could result in.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Slight dub-con, fingering, masochism kink, hint of voyeurism, and even a bit of fluff.

Words 5185

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

"Things will be great!” Your friend reassured. “Just come with us." You can't remember how many times your friend had asked you to go with her and her other friends. Downtown on a night like this would be amazing, was always what they told you. Hoping that if they told you stories from their experience, hopefully, you would become convinced and go with them for the night. Allow yourself to just relax from college and let loose.

Honestly, you'd been stuffing your head into the textbooks that littered your bedroom floor. Rarely ever leaving unless it was for class, bathroom, or to grab yourself yogurt and cereal. You hadn't even fully experienced the city that was waiting for you. All you had seen was what was presented to you in the cab when you landed and that's all. You hadn't left the campus ground, not once. Giving yourself that indulgence wasn't what you need (in your opinion at least). Instead, you do nothing but school and talk about school whenever your friend tried to get you to come out. To the point, you hadn't relaxed since the year started and you hadn't planned on ending that. Wanting to show your parents that they hadn't wasted their energy getting you into somewhere so nice to only fuck up.

But when you heard the stories your friend told you from her experience Downtown, in the center of the city, you couldn't help but be entranced. Envisioning the story of her walking down the sidewalks, neon signs for stores shining brightly with the beautiful addition of music from the traffic. Her and her friends laughing, having the time of their life and enjoying everything around them. It's like you could almost feel it, just if you reached out far enough, you would be able to obtain it.

It sounded almost entirely fictional, made up by your friend to only get you out of the dorm. And you would be lying if you didn't feel like you could already experience it. The description of it all is far too euphoric and almost like a drug haze to you, a very, very fantastic one. Just visioning it sent chills up your spine and brought a smile to your lips, furthering the desire you were getting to go. Walk the sidewalk, experience the beautiful neon colours that burn brightly in the night, listen to the music in the streets from the cars that passed and stores that had their doors open.

But, you still found yourself shooting your friend down, reminding her of the exam awaiting them early in the morning. Hating the fact that you had to continue doing this to her, hearing her let out a squeak of an 'okay' before exiting your guys’ dorm room. Going out to enjoy the night with her friends, leaving you to be the one to stay planted on your floor and study into the late hours of the night. Only to repeat the process every day after this one.

You wished you weren't so stubborn or such a party pooper. Despising the idea that you had placed yourself in a box that you couldn't get out of. Multiple chains hold you inside, keeping you from seeing what could truly be some of the most beautiful views in your entire life. And you hated that a part of you was fine with that.

Only, when you continued to sit there on your floor, fingers toying with the loose strands of thread from your carpet, do you feel conflicted. Eyes flickering to the window of the city, street lights glowing and lighting the sky in a warm orange hue, small additions of white from headlights. It beckoned you - called for you to come and see what was waiting for you. Telling you, "Forget your problems. Forget the loneliness. Come Downtown, things will be great!"

And as you stared out that window, bottom lip caught between your teeth, you caved. Knowing damn well that something beautiful was calling for you, pleading for you to make an appearance. Something within you needed to answer that plea, feeling just desperate to see it for yourself. So, getting changed out of your pyjamas and into some warm and casual clothes, you grabbed your dorm room keys and phone and you were on your way.

Following the directions, your GPS was giving you and being cautious of everything around you. Considering that you lived on campus and Downtown seemed to be 5 to 8 blocks away, you still felt the need to keep attentive to your surroundings. Feeling eyes on you within the darkness of the alleys, which added a tinge of hesitance to continue. But whenever you stopped, considering going back to your dorm to just study, you found yourself fighting it and just continuing. Putting a firm block on the idea of chickening out because of your anxiety. But somehow, you still felt a pair of eyes watching you and every step you made. And for whatever sick and twisted reason, you found excitement in that.

After almost a year of being stuck on campus, there had been rarely any of that. The only excitement you got was when your friend was out with her friends, leaving you to let out your stress and frustration in pleasurable ways. Loving the shivers that would run down your spine each time you touched yourself, but yearning for much more. So, walking out in the streets on a small adventure, feeling cold shivers run up your spine from anxiety, felt thrilling.

It seemed like that thrill and excitement wasn't going to stop since as you took a right, you were greeted by the bright lights of Downtown. Cars zooming by on the busy streets with people filling the sidewalks and crossing the small intersections. Laughter mixed with the sound of distant music playing, bringing the entire street to life. If you could compare it to anything, it would come closest to Bourbon Street in New Orleans. The difference was the fact that there wasn't a bunch of drunk people, naked women, and vomit sprayed on the sidewalk.

No, that wouldn't ever be able to match the beauty you saw. A wide smile etched onto your lips, almost painful as you couldn't hold it back. Eyes not able to focus on one singular thing. Only finding your gaze to flicker to the cars, bars that had music blasting in them and finally to the neon signs. They'd been far more extraordinary and brighter than your mind could've ever realized. Hell, your friend's description of it never could've done it justice.

From how the colours bounced off the windows below, reflecting the bright hues. Even the tiny puddle resting by the curb showed its beauty by its tiny or abrupt shimmering. Not to mention how beautifully it all looked at night with their colours lighting up the scenery and sky ever so slightly.

Now, it may be silly for someone to hear or see how fascinated and awe-struck you were by signs. But you had been described this atmosphere for so long, you had only dreamed of what it looked like and felt. So, with it surpassed your expectations, you couldn't help but be in shock by it all. It almost felt like something out of a movie or an unbreakable fragment of the past in the 70s or 80s that people were scared of taking away.

You had a bounce in your step as you walked past people who were enjoying their night. Searching for somewhere that intrigued you, completely deadset on staying for an hour or two and experiencing some of Downtown for the time you had left. After all, you had responsibilities for school and no one or anything would get in the way of that. So, when a fancy-looking bar catches your eye, you are quick to enter.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a live performance happening on the small stage at the back of the room. The music was calming and slow, a steady silence blanketed the crowd listening. Its warm and dark browns and oranges caused a shaky sigh to leave your lips, warmth slithering down your spine. Goosebumps erupt around your bare ankles, ankle socks barely peaking out around the hem of your shoe and the back of your hands shivering. You were quick to clasp them together as you stepped further into the quiet bar. It hadn't been what you expected, but something about the atmosphere of it brought any excitement to a steady level. Allowing your mind to be the balancing point as your body and heart could be considered the diagonal.

So, you just allowed yourself to scan your surroundings further. Taking in the faint beige flower decor walls, only being spotted by the small bulb of light coming from above each of the small unoccupied booths. Then there was the smell, a steady balance between the bitter smell of alcohol with the addition of something sweet, but you were unsure of what exactly it was. Only sure that the two mixed rather well and made you inhale deeply, mind becoming hazy as you stood there savouring it.

"You gonna stand there being weird or are you going to get a drink?" The bartender questioned, eyebrow raised at you as you opened your eyes and blushed.

"Um, yeah,” you answered shyly. “Can I get just a Whiskey? On the rocks?" Honestly, you hadn't been to a bar and you hadn't drunk alcohol before. You'd only heard that specific order in movies and TV shows because one person always had to at least have that order.

Thankfully, the man behind the counter didn't catch on to your inexperience. Went about and proceeded to create your order as you scooted into a stool by the bar. Hands fiddling with one another as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, legs swinging back and forth as awkwardness crept up on you. Everyone in this bar looked rich or had some form of income over the standard amount that any blue-collar worker would get. You wore a simple pair of vans, skinny jeans, a black hoodie with a denim jacket over top. To say the least, you stuck out from the other people that wore suits and fancy dresses with the addition of jewelry.

Then there you were, innocent, naive, and completely regretting your decision of even deciding on stepping into this bar for a little breather. You could feel the anxious shiver run down your body, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to refrain from trembling. But it had been the sudden sound of clapping from the crowd with whistles coming from a few men. Turning your head, you felt your heart stop for a moment as your eyes found the next performer stepping on stage. She seemed to be a familiar face as many people within the crowd clapped and exclaimed in excitement.

A soft silk dress hugged her frame, showing off the beautiful and sleek curves of her hips. They weren't crazy like some women's, but they were enough to have your hands twitching in your lap. Licking your lips and swallowing the lump in your parched throat. Finally eager to try and get a sip of some type of liquid, even if it was alcohol.

But the woman didn't seem fully there, eyes flickering to each face in the crowd. Seeming to be looking for someone until she finally landed on you. Looking awe-struck and completely innocent sitting in the shadows by the bar. Legs swinging like a child as you just stared at her, not fully grasping the fact that she'd caught you staring at her and that you continued to stare at her nonetheless.

It had been the bass guitar that took you from your thoughts. Blinking rapidly as the blonde goddess smiled at you, causing your heart to quicken. A few eyes from the crowd flicker back to you, some women and some men. You didn't notice as you watched the woman as if she was the only thing in the world. The only light in the world to guide your path down the long and vacant roads of life.

Wordlessly, the bartender nudged your arm, sliding your drink to you. Before you could grab it, your wrist was grasped tightly. The grip he had wasn't tight, but firm enough to have you giving him your full attention. "You shouldn't be here, kid," He whispered, eyes flickering towards the crowd and the woman performing, subtly watching you two.

"What do you mean?" You inquired, chuckling in complete confusion.

Since you hadn't left your campus in a while and didn't leave the house much back home, you didn't fully know the things happening in the world. Most didn't honestly. But out of everyone, it would've been you finding out something dark and sinister in the environment that threatened your well-being. And although the man hadn't said aloud what he meant or why he was warning you, you still saw the seriousness in his eyes. Picking up that you should probably listen unless you want something bad to happen to you.

"Just trust me, kid,” he replied. “You should get out of here. Before it's too late." He ordered, a few more eyes flickering back at you two in a warning and something else swimming in their iris. You were too confused and freaked out by the bartender to realize that more and more people were looking back at you, specifically. Including the performer who snapped her fingers, and multiple stage lights shutting off beside one that stayed lit above her.

"When you're alone and life is making you lonely you can always go...Downtown."

The lyrics had your eyes snapping forward at the woman, lips parting. Both yours and her eyes connect with a smile appearing on her lips, mic resting in her grasp gently. Breaths eased to a steady pace with your once thundering heart slowed. Becoming lost in the woman who looked heavenly and far too good to be real.

The once-tight grip the bartender once had on you disappeared, him slowly backing away and bracing his hands against the edge of the bar, bowing his head. His eyes shut as people from the crowd slowly turned to face you. The sight came straight out of a horror movie, but something beautiful as well. You had no idea the trap you had been pulled into and how much planning it had taken to get you here, finally.

"When you've got worries all the noise and the hurry, seems to help I know. Downtown."

You felt entranced, everything blurring with this woman becoming the only thing you saw. Body numb as your eyes stayed fixated on the woman who stepped down from the stage. Her voice was beautiful, angelic, and soft as she sang. Each step she took got closer and closer to you. With the looming threat of the woman and many others within the bar. But something about her made you forget that each time it popped up. The aroma gracing your nose makes you sigh in contentment and allows your body to relax. It was a mix of vanilla and strawberry, your two favourite things.

"Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose?"

She now stood in front of you, lips curled into a soft smile as she towered over you. Brown eyes bore into yours as you watched them flicker to bright orange, being the second red flag for your mind. Lips soft and plump with a new gloss that you dared to even attempt to reach up and touch. Everything about her beckoned you to touch and feel. Almost to make sure she was entirely real and that you weren't just having some sick twisted dream.

"The light's so much brighter there."

The softest touch of the woman's hand cupping your cheek had you inhaling sharply. The tiniest smile appeared on your lips, embarrassingly, you mewled, leaning into her touch. Humming gently, finding yourself becoming sucked deeper and deeper into a lul that you didn't want to recover from. High off the smallest of touches and pieces of attention. What nearly made you pull away, blushing like a schoolgirl had been the woman's thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

"You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares."

Before any more of this drug could be given to you, you were snatched from the high and back to the reality from the sound of a slam. Everyone in the building went silent and turned towards the bartender that glared at the woman standing between your legs that she had subtly parted to fit herself between. Her hand once holding your face now resting high up on your thigh. Right where it always was meant to be.

But you sat frozen, eyes flickering between the woman and the bartender that stared one another down. "This isn't right, Anya." The bartender hissed, arms flexing as he gripped the edge of the counter.

Anya. Something about that just seemed fitting with the woman who stood right in front of you. Looking like the bartender had interrupted one of the biggest moments of her life. Little did you know, that had been the case and Anya wasn't going to have anyone ruin it any further.

Which was when Anya grabbed the man by the throat. There hadn't been enough time for you to grasp before blood splattered across the bar and onto you with Anya ripping the man's throat out. You flinched when the liquid splashed and hit your face. Large droplets slithering down your cheeks and forehead, warmer than what you'd expected. What you hadn't expected was to open your eyes and find Anya - the goddess you would worship under different circumstances - lapping at the blood that stained her hand with her eyes closed. Face twisting as she spat the crimson from her mouth, tossing the pound of flesh aside.

When her eyes opened and connected with yours, she grinned. Crimson smeared around her lips and stained her teeth. "Nothing is ever going taste as good as you, dove," She muttered, resting both her hands on your knees. "Well, after I get my first bite of course." Anya's face drew closer to yours, chuckling at your frozen and pale complexion. Taking a mental picture of the blood that was speckled across your face so beautifully, resembling something close to freckles. "So, what do you say? Will you let daddy get a taste of you?" She whispered, laying soft and gentle kisses and nips along your jawline before finally getting to your pulse point. Hot breath fanning your neck causing your stomach to churn painfully.

The aura Anya gave off was overwhelming, maybe not in the ways you wanted them to, but it still hit you like a tsunami. Especially if the tsunami was the arousal pooling between your legs and soaking into your panties and only beginning to appear in your jeans. You felt disgusted by the fact that you had a person's blood on you. When you got back to your dorm, you were going to shower until you were sure it was all gone from your skin. And after you were finished having a complete mental breakdown when you fully grasp the situation you are experiencing. If you survive this.

The only problem in this situation was the fact that your arousal hadn't slipped past Anya who smirked. Hiding the fact that just that simple scent had been implanted in her mind forever now. Remembering watching you through your window as you touched yourself and sat outside your bathroom to listen to you moan in the shower. Those moments had swirled around the inner workings of Anya's skull for months now. All she had done is sit and watch, nothing more and she just wished that she could be the reason for you feeling that way.

Now, that wish had come true and she was on the edge of letting loose. Bending you over the bar and fucking you until you were dumb. She had to fight back the urge to latch onto you right there and such you dry. But she couldn't stop her canine teeth from baring, protruding and ready to pierce your delicate skin. "I can smell you, dove,” she husked. “I can't wait to get my hands on you." Anya whispered, hands sliding up the inside of your thighs and towards your pussy that was thankfully covered by two layers, yet begging for the attention and friction.

Your response hadn't been the best in mind but got the point across with you shoving the woman- vampire back and sprinting out of the bar. Hearing the snickers of the other bystanders that had watched the entire incident. Whilst you ran down the relatively empty street of Downtown.

"Why didn't you just stay home? You knew something like this would've happened, but nope. Your dumbass decided to go out." You panted with chastising comments spilling from your lips. But while you beat yourself over the head with words you were sprinting down the street, looking for any possible shortcut that could cut down the trip you had ahead of you. Panic riddled your nerves as you stutter with each step, which didn't play in your favour at all leading to you tumbling to the cobblestone sidewalk.

Hissing in pain, but quickly racing to your feet and continuing to run, not daring to slow down and look behind you. All you know was that the adrenaline masked the glass shard lodged into your upper right thigh. Crimson beginning to seep around the object and soak the denim around it. You hadn't noticed as you were more focused on trying not to be killed along with the bartender who seemed to have died because you were there. A pang of guilt that would weigh heavy on you when you fully grasped it, but the least you could do was try and get away.

Sharply taking a left down an alleyway, fear prickled your body as the lights outside the buildings you ran between flickered. When they stayed on a second longer, you found you had met a dead end. "Oh, no, no, no,” you panicked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hissed, looking around for somewhere else you could go, but as expected, nothing. If you survived this, you would have to explore the city so if there was any chance of you going out again - very unlikely - you would know your way around.

But fear shot waves across your body upon the sound of humming. Spinning around and only seeing the figure of Anya appearing around the corner that you'd come from. Her steps are slow and methodical.

"So go downtown."

You were quick to thank the darkness and the lack of light from the lamps around you. Quickly diving behind a dumpster that reeked of moulding food and bodily fluids you weren't exactly wanting to focus on at the moment.

"Things will be great when you're, Downtown."

Closing your eyes and cupping your hands over your ears, trying to block out the beautiful voice belonging to Anya. If you'd picked up on it within the seconds of thinking about it, her weird-ass abilities had been able to cause you to grow numb by her gaze and voice. So, as much as you would love to hear the classic song and stare into those orange flames that were her eyes, you wanted to live.

"No finer place for sure."

Her heels clicked against the concrete. Bouncing off the alley walls around you as you curled into a ball. Tucking your knees to your chest as you held your breath, the hum even louder and closer.

And then there was silence. A painful and uneasy silence invaded your body as you trembled. Daring a single peek and it had been the biggest mistake of your life. As you were met with those alluring orange orbs that had the addition of Anya's beautiful smile.

"Hello, love," she whispered. "No more running, baby."

Her grasp on your arm had you crying out in pain. "Please," you pleaded. "Please, don't kill me. I'll go, you'll never see me again and I'll keep my mouth shut."

As soon as your back had been pressed against a brick wall, the woman's hand caged you in. Her head dips down to your neck and inhales deeply. You had to hold your breath, getting the fragrance only for a mere second that nearly had your legs folding beneath you. You couldn't lie to yourself and say this woman wasn't intoxicating. It would be a blatant lie and a personal insult toward the woman.

"I never said I would kill you, love," Anya whispered. "I don't want you running away from you. Not when I finally have you in my grasp. I'm never letting you go."

Her hands found their place on your hips, a leg slipping between your trembling legs. A sharp inhale unapologetically slips past your lips, whimpering at the soft laugh that left Anya. “So weak,” she husked. “I would never hurt you, sweetheart. Trust me.”

“You killed that man, at the bar.”

“That was no man.” Anya’s laugh was gracious, yet so haunting and wicked in its tone that you didn’t know how to feel. “He was a wolf. A mere dog that I could smell the arousal he felt when seeing you.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You whimpered, feeling the faintest flex of Anya’s thigh. You were drowning and you were desperately hoping that something would pull you from under.

A scoff fell from her lips as she sniffed your neck. Rubbing her face in your scent, feeling a consistent buzz all around her. You blinded every single ounce of her senses. But all she could smell was you. All she could feel was you. And she wasn’t taking any of it for granted.

“Do you often care about people so insignificant to your life?” Anya’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear as flexed her thigh, grabbing your hips and rolling them against her limb. A moan tumbled from your lips before you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, masking them behind your trembling hand.

You didn’t want this. This wasn’t at all what you had wanted to experience in your night. Just a night of walking around Downtown and exploring was what you sought out. But now, you had a vampire ready to kill you or fuck you. At this point, you didn’t know which was worse. Just based on the repercussions of what might happen after.

“Don’t get lost in those pretty thoughts, sweetheart,” Anya whispered. “I want you to have your full attention.”

Breaking past the hem of your pants, her hand met your clothed core. Grinning when finding you completely soaked with your walls having finally come done from her initial touch. “See?” She husked. “You’re already so wet for me, baby. Just imagine what else I could do for you.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice in this matter. Because there were two parts of you conflicted with your current situation. One was thrilled by finally getting some action in general. But the other was afraid for your life and hated the idea of experiencing such euphoria and then being killed. After all, this would only be your second time having sex.

But it seemed when her fingers rubbed harsh circles into your clit, every worry seemed to be drowned out. How reactive your body was to her touch didn’t help your situation. Each inch she touched only set your body ablaze with shivers running up and down your spine.

“A-Are you going to kill me?” You managed to stutter out fearfully. “If you are, please, just get it over and done with.”

Anya was surprised by such a question. She thought that you would’ve figured it out already. But perhaps she hadn’t explained it well enough for you. Especially with how fast she was going.

Moving the cloth protecting your soaked entrance, she lathered her fingers up in your arousal. Watching your face contort into many expressions of pleasure with your eyes shutting from such bliss. Until she carefully pushed two fingers into you, groaning at how tight you were around her digits. Feeling your walls clamp incredibly around her.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” she whispered. “From the moment you were born, you were destined to be mine. This isn’t a decision I made. I’ve given you time to hopefully prepare you for this day, but nothing would ever truly prepare you. But this is the way things are. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

She didn’t know if you were even listening based on the countless moans tumbling from between your lips. Not that she was complaining though. Something about your tone of voice and how it sounded full of pleasure got her off. And depending on the way your walls clamped and squeezed around her fingers, you seemed to be nearing your edge.

Curling her fingers, she sped her movements. Pounding her fingers into you, stretching your aching entrance and pressing against those spongy walls. Eliciting a cry from you as you grasped her arms in hopes of grounding you. But the way she was sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body, you weren’t quite sure you would be able to stand any longer.

And that was a fact when Anya pressed her thumb to your clit. Sending your mind into a white-hot blaze as your choked on your own breath, legs trembling as you came apart on her fingers. Anya watched in awe of how beautiful you looked in such a blinded and fucked out state. Barely 3 minutes had it taken her to make you cum and she was ready for a few more times. Which only told her that you were far too dangerous in someone else's hands if they got to see you like this. She needed to watch you come apart on her tongue and on her strap. God, all the things she had in store for you.

But she allowed her mind to clear of such desires and slow her fingers down to carefully help carry this orgasm. Your legs twitched, fingers tensing around her defined arms with quiet whimpers being muffled by your pursed lips. Eyes heavy as you leaned your head forward against her shoulder.

Until, finally, it all stopped and you felt your legs get swept out right from underneath you. Able to still make out the beautiful features of the blonde as she smiled warmly down at you. A foreign sight when you’d been so used to that evil and lustful look in her eyes. You preferred this over anything else in the world.

“There is a whole life for us to live, my love,” she whispered. “And I can’t wait to show you it all.”

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I love when people write for Joost!! Can I request a Joost x fem!reader? Like where Y/n is a very big celebrity and very well known, tons of followers and tons of recognition wherever she goes. And during an interview, she gets asked who she likes and she says Joost and the internet blows up. This causes Joost and Y/n to meet and joke about it but they then start to actually date.

LET ME THINK...

pairing . Joost Klein x fem-celeb! reader

content . fluff, reader is an actress, you are addressed as 'reader', reader is the same age as joost, fake social media screenshots, fake blood on one of the posts!!,

summary . you announce that you are a huge fan of Joost Klein in an interview... and he sees it! He just so happens to be a huge fan as well.

word count . 1k words, 5,7k characters

author's note . my editing skills are not the best... but do y'all like the banner i made. yes or yes ??!?!! didn't proofread so sorry if there are mistakes. anyways enjoy.

You and the rest of the cast are getting ready for the interview regarding your next hit series. you're quite nervous about the interview despite being in the industry for so long. Finn Wolfhard and you just finished filming a funny TikTok as you two waited for everything to be ready.

"Alright, let's go everyone!" The manager said to the main cast, that was including you. The five actors walk into the room with a backdrop of a scene of the first episode along sided with five chairs and an interviewer waiting for the cast. They all exchanged hello's to each other.

You all sat down in the chairs near the cameras., ready for the interview. As all the sound checks were done the camera started rolling. The interview started the intro and introduced the camera to the cast, them all saying greetings.

"Hello, we are here with the cast of Decay of Order!" The interviewer continued to list the names of the cast, with excitement within their voice.

The interview started off with the interviewer asking question to one of your co-star's, Peter Gadiot. Asking him about his character in the series, since he was the leader, main focus of the series. Also asking him about himself.

"Since you're the leader of the hunter's, do you think you'll be able to control them in real life?" Peter laughed, looking at the rest of them. "definitely, they see me as a father!" You nodding at his answer. "We look up to him, he truly is the real leader." Your other co-star, Louis Partridge, says with a hint of laughter coming out at the end. The rest of the crew laughing, agreeing.

The interviewer takes turns asking each actor/actress a couple of questions. Once they finished asking questions to Anya Taylor-Joy, who happened to play you're character's best friend, the interviewer turned to you. "With your character, [reader's name], she is known to be quite the tech wiz with a huge crush on Ryan Gosling-" The interviewer pausing in order to laugh, you and Anya snickering too. "But all the fans are wonder, who is your real celebrity crush?" You put your head down for a slight moment, to hide your face from the camera just for a little bit to prepare to say your answer.

"we alll know this answerr~" Peter teasing you. You would talk about your favorite celebrity all the time on set. if there was any moment that you could mention them, you would take it. Sure it was a little annoying, but the rest of the group found it cute how you obsessed over them.

"Is that so?" the interviewer replied to Peter, looking at you, slyly. "She talks about them all the timee!" Finn adding on, Louis chuckling at your shyness. You cover the bottom half of your face. "Yeah, lately my celebrity crush has been Joost Klein!" The interviewer eyes widen, "i could see you two together~!"

"She is literally so obsessed with him it's crazy." Louis proceeded to state how you try to include Joost Klein in every conversation. Finn backing him up on how you also blast Joost's music when filming is done. This was a field day for the crew basically blasting it out how much you love Joost.

"This is the worst day of my lifee!!! What if he sees this?"

"You would like that though."

"NO, I don't think I would!!"

After the interview video was up, you and Joost were trending on twitter. Sure... you were nervous to see what people would say but once you opened the app, all you saw were ship comments.

You couldn't believe it honestly. That people were shipping you two. I mean, you did like it, but it was embarrassing. He could see this and it'll be over for you. What if he finds you weird??? You were kicking your feet and twirling your hair at the thought of Joost...

You decided to post a Instagram post with your favorite song of Joost's, just to get the fans riled up!

You were curious if Joost knew about this whole interview. About if one famous actress got her heart stolen by him.

He knew.

He was freaking out as well. One of his favorite actresses finds him attractive. He was flushed when he watched the video of you and your co-stars talking about this crush of yours.

Joost was getting ready for his own interviews, he knew the question of him knowing about you were going to pop up. Joost wasn't nervous about it, instead he was quite flattered. His ego over the roof. Every other contestants in Eurovision could tell he was in a great mood.

"What has you so happy?" Bambie teased the blue suit wearer, fixing their hair a tiny bit while looking at him. "I'm the same as I am!" Joost chuckled at them, seeing other contestants leave to go to the carpet outside.

"Alright then..." Bambie was going to continue teasing him but they were called out by their manager. Smiling at Joost's direction, giving a low wave bye and staring at him with eyes saying 'we'll talk later'.

As it was his turn to go out with his friends, Appie and Stuntje, he waved at everyone. Stopping every once in a while to answer different questions from people. It was all good and fun until one of the interviewers mentioned you. That's when his confident, funny self turned into a very flustered muttering Joost.

"What do you have to say about Reader's massive crush on you?" Appie and Stunje side eyeing him, waiting for his answer too. "well, I am honestly very flattered that someone beautiful as her would be interested in me."

He smiles, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. He continues, "When I saw the interview, I froze! She is one of my favorite actresses. Reader is amazing at her job!" The interviewer chuckled, satisfied with his answer. "Oh! Well maybe you should message her!"

"No, no! I am too embarrassed to make the first move..." Joost raised his hand up. Putting every finger down expect for his pointer, shaking it right and left multiple times.

"But she is very pretty."

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