#oscar isaac x actress reader

[haleyboook]

oscar issac dating headcannons?

Oscar Isaac dating headcanons-

Asked you out privately while the two of you were running lines together

Endless amounts of nicknames for one another

He enjoys leaving doodles and smiley faces and messages on the mirror or door in the shower

Likes to sit on the bed and have a conversation with you when you're either in the shower/bath or doing your makeup

He loves to spin and dance with you in the kitchen

He sings show tunes and any song that rotates through his head at any minute

Awkward silences are always filled with him around

He is very supportive of your career and will go to all your premieres and acting gigs

Loves to hide in your dressing room or trailer while you’re shooting scenes

You find Pedro and Oscar asleep on the couches in there all the time

He enjoys his usual coffee order but when you order something new and don't like it he'll switch with you immediately

Likes to keep your relationship private but close friends love to hang around the two of you

Talks of the future created a bit of tension between you two when you told him you have your doubts about marriage so early in the relationship. But he agreed to take it slow and at your pace as long as they stay together

When angry he goes on and on in Spanish, sometimes his voice gets too loud and you have to tell him to slow down

Yells at the tv too often

Loves to see kids in costumes, he nearly asks them to take pictures with him rather the other way around

Likes to tease that you're in love with his "boyfriend" Pedro

Pedro is always third wheeling

Your family adores him, for the most part. Immediate family at least

Your mom loves him and he always claims he’s not flirting with your mom but he obviously is

His love language is physical touch, and verbal words

Loves to call you beautiful names in Spanish

Always takes the garbage out and lectures you on the difference between recycle and trash because you always mix them up

Makes you talk to his mother on speaker phone when she calls him

Temporarily joined a bowling team with your dad until he had to quit due to filming

Went through a bread making phase and would slice you the first piece always

He’s a big family man so you met his brother early in the relationship

Wants a big family, brags about how cute your kids would be

Likes to shower with you and claims it’s better for the environment that way

He has more hair and shower products then you

Uses your hairbrush

Insists on smelling every candle he ever walks by and then proceeds to make you smell them

Buys every magazine that has your face on it

Reads your movie reviews before you and attempts to keep bad reviews away from you

You love his beard and you two make it an event to shave it off. Tears are shed, words are exchanged, and comforting kisses are provided

He will challenge every guest in our home to a wii sports competition if the events getting boring

Will share drinks with you

Let’s you pick off his food

He smiles every time you wear his shirts around the house

Saw a video online of a husband washing his wife’s hair and immediately sent you it saying that he does that for you in your joint showers

Will wash your hair for you

He’s down to watch any movie or show 99% of the time

Not really into the Super Bowl but will happily pretend around your family at the Super Bowl party

Holds your hand in public around paparazzi or around town

When he finds a song he likes he adds it to your shared playlist

Buys take out for you when he’s out of town

You two are considered the fans “parents”

That’s all I can think of! Ahhh that was pretty good I’d say.

Thanks for the request!

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[pascallatte]

Beginning of the year mishaps

Pairing/s: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader, Sarah Paulson x platonic!reader, Oscar Isaac x platonic!reader

Summary: An experimental Instagram live can’t cause that much chaos right? RIGHT?!

Date: Jan 1 2017

Warnings: age gap, cursing, bullying(?), kissing (?)

A/N: first fic for the main event, some reminders M/N is your mother's name and y/n/n is your nickname. Happy Reading, tell me what you think!!

When you feel like you’re having too much fun you have a gut feeling that something bad happens after. I’m not saying it’s karma but let’s say it's how the world balances things. and sometimes that feeling comes in the form of an Instagram live.

“Is it on?”

“I’m not sure, can..can you check”

“No, no. it’s fine now. I can see myself” the previously dark video suddenly lightened up when a very confused Sarah looked at the camera.

“There it is!! Hello, we are having a small get-together here, and it’s just around half an hour before the new year and we decide— well I decided to turn on Instagram and celebrate with you guys.” She smiles towards the camera and placed it in front of her as happy voices can be heard in the background

Looking through the comments she smiles “Happy new year to you too!! What are you doing?- uhm I’m doing a live.” Taking a drink Sarah looked up when a voice asked her if she wanted a cookie.

“No, I’m fine sweetie just place it down there, I’ll get some later,” she sweetly said as she places her drink down.

“Any upcoming movies this ye- Yes I have a movie coming up but I won’t talk about that.” continuing to answer question after question, Sarah became unaware of what was happening around her. Her peace of mind was interrupted when a sharp scream rang out the whole room.

“What the fu- hey put her down! Don’t— oh lord I can’t handle when the three’s all together.” With a hand on her forehead, she lets out a breath as she took a sip of her drink.

“What’s happening? Well to answer that I am currently babysitting my supposed adult guests, but I don’t know really.” shuffling and footsteps were evident in the background before something similar to a heavy object being dropped followed by giggles were heard. Looking past the camera, Sarah stifles a laugh at what she's seeing. With a shake of her head, she looks at her phone, comments filled with questions of “what’s happening?”, “Who are you with?”, “you look like a stressed mother.”

Taking the phone she stands up and moves further in the room, “hey, fix yourselves I’m gonna set up the phone here.” Placing the phone on what seems like a coffee table, she sits on the couch and the comments speed through as they saw who was she with. There, sitting on the couch, breathing heavily with drinks in their hands were Oscar Isaac, Y/n L/n, and Pedro Pascal, all looking as disheveled as whatever happened earlier can make them. As soon as you spot the camera, you beamed up a smile and wave towards the camera.

“Hi! Sarah, what’s this?” You looked towards her as she laughed at your state. “I’m on live sweetie. and you better fix up your hair you look like you didn’t comb for a month.”

“Oh thanks, hi again.” Raising your hands you try to smoothen your hair back but all your effort was wasted when Pedro who was seated on your left reached up with a towel of some sort and rubbed it on your head.

“Hey hey, I already told you to stop..” You said loudly as you took a pillow to hit him. Pedro just laughed while it happened and grabbed you by the waist to sit you on his lap, “Fine, fine, ok. I’ll stop just don't hit me again.”

“You keep telling her you’ll stop but as soon as she fixes her hair, you’ll mess it up again” Oscar perks up as he watches by the side.

Shaking his head, “no, I won’t”

“Yes you will, that’s what you’ve been doing since you found that towel.” He countered as he took a sip of the wine he was drinking.

“ Ok, but I’ll stop now. Yeah? Spent too much energy keeping hold of you,” Pedro nods towards you who was still seated on his lap. Reaching forward, you took this as a chance to remove the hand around your waist and went back to sitting beside him.

“Well, it’s not my fault you kept bothering me AND it’s also not my fault your old age keeps you from having fun.” teasingly you said as you took your drink placed on a side table.

Grumbling he threw the pillow you hit him with towards you,” you were the first one to bother me and I’m not old and I can surely keep up on the FUN, you personally know that.”

And if the viewers didn't catch on to what he said, your similar looks of shock cleared the meaning up for them. Sarah looked at you specifically before clearing her throat, “Okay, what time is it?”

“11:51”

“Oh that was quick come on, let’s go look out. They’re probably setting up the fireworks by now.” Sarah said as she stood up and took the phone before giving a look, towards your direction as the viewers believe.

Comments:

Ellnn03 What the fuck!!

Latinosdailyaccount Tell Pedro I love him!!

Mschppy I swear something’s up between those two.

Niccola_fer97 Sarah! Happy New Year

Aanxcse Happy new year from argentina

Latinosdailyaccount Tell Oscar I love him, enjoy your night!!

Sebbyiare Y/n’s with them AAAAAA I love their group

Julzzz.ie What did you have for dinner?

“What did I have for dinner? we had beef stew a specialty of y/n’s mother— thank you for the recipe M/N. And a bunch more the guys brought.” She answered as she tried to open the doors to her balcony.

“Sweetie, can you hold the phone for a minute I forgot I locked this.” She passed the phone to you who was standing right beside her.

“Oh, Sure!! Hello, people of Ms Sarah Paulson’s live, how are you guys?” You asked as you read the comments. Occasionally nodding at some questions. “Where’s Oscar?— oh he’s here, wait! Oscar, someone wants to see you.”

“Huh?” He looked back at you and realization sets in. “Hi! Happy new year everyone! Thank you for the kind comments, yes- oh I agree with that.” He said chuckling.

Curiously Pedro, who was behind the camera moved closer to have a look. “Agree with what?” He asked as he hooked his arm around your shoulders, nuzzling into your neck unconsciously.

“Someone said that I looked like the mediator when I’m with the two of you, which is true enough.”

Scoffing he took the phone and angled it to where both of you were seen.

“ Everyone! You see this? This is what happens when you tease the hell out of me and then pin the blame on me.” He said as the hand on your shoulder then moves to squish your cheeks.

Laughing he got a couple squeezes in before you swatted his hand and Sarah retrieved her phone. “P, I gave the phone to her, how the hell did you end up using it to harass her.”

“You see!!!” Pedro shouted towards the camera and grunted when you hit his mid-section. “Okay, chiqui. I'm sorry, I'm sorry” was softly heard as Sarah walks back to the balcony.

Sighing Sarah opens the door and the coldness from outside immediately enveloped them.

“Fuck it’s cold”

“Ahh winter season at it’s finest”

“Should’ve brought my jacket.” 

“You want mine?” Pedro asked you quietly as he saw that the camera can still see them.

Shaking your head “no, thank you though,” smiling as you looked up at him, squeezing his forearm. “What time is it?” You asked Oscar who you knew had a watch.

“It’s…11:58,” he said towards you as he leaned on the railings.

“Thank you! And as much as I want to step closer, I might freeze before I get there.”

Sarah then pans the phone around to show where you are. “So it’s almost midnight, the countdown will start soon so to those who are watching in a different time zone, happy new year or advanced happy new year!!”

The tv that was left on inside then started the countdown. You and everyone in the building who was on the balcony joined in and shouted as you waited for the new year to enter. Moving to the side a bit, in hopes of not being in the phone’s view. You hooked your arm with Pedro’s and smiled up at him, as he looked down at you fondly.

“ THREE!!…. TWO!!!!….ONEE!!… HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!”, shouting simultaneously with wide smiles on your faces. Jumping up you hug him followed by a deep kiss. Reciprocating it for a few seconds, you part ways to hug Oscar who was in front of you, followed by Sarah who ran to hug you. Unbeknownst to your celebration, you didn’t notice that Sarah had placed the camera down on the table near the door and was able to capture the whole ordeal. And let me tell you the comment section went wild.

Comments:

Pedritofaan34 i fucking knew it!!!

Harveyping Oh no

Its.mekalum What the hell

Y/nfanaccount4fun This isn’t what I expected to see first thing in the new year, im hurt.

Taylorvargas Happy new year!!!

mitchfory/n/n.01 THEY FUCKING KISSED!!

Stunned, Sarah let out a gasp and looked at the camera before turning at you with wide eyes.

“Why? What happened” you asked from behind the camera and were heard walking closer when Sarah offered a short message and goodbye before abruptly ending the live, leaving her fans aghast at what they'd seen, before of course taking it to the internet.

A/n: did I post a new year's eve fic nearing the end of march? yes...yes I did

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[soulofapatrick]

Birthday Surprises - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Oscar gives you the task to distract Pedro so they can break into his  apartment and set it up for a surprise birthday party - both you and Pedro get more than you planned for

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: none I think

Notes HAPPY BIRTHDYA TO THE BEAUTIFUL AND HUMBLE MAN THAT IS PEDRO FUCKING PASCAL

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Y/N’s POV

My heart pounds in my chest as I knock on Pedro’s door, Oscar having given me his address with one specific detail: get Pedro out of the house by 1pm and keep him out until 6pm. It’s his birthday and we want to surprise him with a small gathering, knowing he’s been stressed recently with The Mandalorian and The Last of Us press tours and the fans wanting to know his every move. 

Before I can have any doubts about this the door swings open and a very sleepy Pedro appears. He looks fucking amazing in just his shorts and a loose lakers tee shirt, fluffy hair standing up in all different directions as if he’s just run his hands through it. He seems to light up when he sees me, the frown slipping from his soft features as he ushered me in. The door shutting with a soft click and he’s herding me to the kitchen where I see a massive stack of pancakes ready to slide off the plate. 

“Happy Birthday Pepsi,” I laugh softly, turning to face him and pull him into a hug. I’m not much of a hugger but Pedro… I will never say no to a Pedro hug. His chest rumbles with laughter as he wraps his strong arms around my shoulders and rocks us on the spot as he presses a smiled kiss to my temple. I don’t know how long we stand there but we only separate when Pedro suddenly lets me go with a cry of ‘save the pancakes’ and I’m just watching him race around the island and steady the pile with one fatality. 

He’s laughing and pointing towards a cupboard for me to get another plate, “Come on sweetheart, we’ll share the birthday pancakes. I made too many for myself anyway!” 

“Alright but I have an afternoon planned for us and you can’t say no.” I shoot back, grabbing another plate and helping Pedro dish out the pancakes before both plates get placed on the island. He buzzed around the kitchen, grabbing all sorts of things like whipped cream; sugar; lemon juice and syrup before joining me, “That’s a lot of sugar.” 

“It’s my birthday.” He grins around a mouthful of pancake and whipped cream, bright and bubbly like a child. I can’t keep the fond smile off my lips, shaking my head fondly at him as he giggles. Fuck me he’s so cute and I wish this was everyday life for me, getting to wake up and have breakfast everyday with him and be able to kiss the bit of whipped cream from the corner of his mouth but this isn’t my life. I’m just here to help a few friends out and before I can stop myself I’m swiping the cream from his lips, going to wipe it on my jeans when those very same lips wrap around my thumb and his tongue darts over the pad of it before he’s pulling back with a ‘pop’ and a cheeky grin, “I’ll go get dressed.” 

*

Despite being spring the breeze was still cold and harsh, rustling hair and tugging at our coats that are tightly wrapped around ourselves. Pedro is telling me how last year he had a quiet birthday with his family who came to visit him and he made them a traditional chilean meal, it was apparently his mother’s favourite meal. My hand found his when he told me that, the sadness in his voice evident despite how hard he’s trying to hide it, gently squeezing his large hand comfortingly and getting that softest smile in return. 

I had definitely had reservations about becoming an actress when I had seen how pompous and self-centred they could be, scared I would end up just like them but I quickly found my group of people who I couldn’t live without. I met Pedro through Oscar Isaac after being an extra in Star Wars, not sure why Oscar decided to become my friend but here we are now years later. I owe a lot to Oscar as he got me my role as Bobbi Morse aka Mockingbird in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and it was my breakout role really. I wouldn’t be where I am right now, having worked with major stars I could only have dreamt working for, and currently walking along side the most humble and warmhearted celeb I have ever met. 

Pedro is currently eyeing up a cafe across the street from us, eyes flicking between the cafe and me with his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and his honey eyes all wide and innocent as he flutters his eyelashes at me. A simple look would have gotten me to say yes but what he’s doing in making me weak at the knees so I just fake sigh and pull him towards the cafe, hearing the triumphant sound he lets out. 

The coffee shop is a cozy haven tucked away on a quiet street corner. Pedro moving closer to me in excitement as we step inside, the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling my senses, instantly calming me. The shop fills with natural light streaming through the large windows, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere and none of that fake brightness lightbulbs give in quaint places like this.

The walls are adorned with local artwork and framed photographs, giving the space a personal touch. The wooden floors creaking underfoot, adding to the charm of the place. The furniture is an eclectic mix of cozy armchairs, wooden tables, and benches that looked like they had been there for decades. Behind the counter, a barista greets us with a smile, ready to take our order. The menu written on a chalkboard, which I take the time to look art despite knowing exactly what Pedro and I will have to drink. We get the same things every time so I go ahead and order.

“Hey! Could we get a caramel macchiato and an iced quad espresso with extra ice and six shots please.” I tell him and he raises an eyebrow at Pedro’s six extra shots but a warm smile replaces it when he sees Pedro staring at the pastries and small cakes with his face and hands practically pressed to the glass. It catches me off guard as it’s the smile you give a couple when you see them do something cute and deeply romantic. I should correct him and tell him he’s wrong but instead I add to my order. “Could you add two caramel doughnuts to that.” and I don’t regret it when Pedro’s face lights up even more. 

Pedro is practically bouncing on the spot as we wait for the coffee and doughnuts, watching the barista prepare them with such love and care while I scan the cafe, It’s quiet and calm with the only other occupants being a group of friends huddled together in a corner, chatting and laughing and a couple sat across the cafe, lost in conversation. The sound of clinking cups and spoons fill the air as I thank the barista and grab our cups while Pedro practically snatches up the doughnuts, having already taken a bite out of one of them before we can sit down. 

“Mmmmm, so fucking good, we - me and you -“ He waves a hand between us, almost knocking his coffee over, “We are coming here very often.” 

“I can get behind that.” I agree as I take my first sip of my macchiato. It’s the best macchiato I’ve tried, the rich and complex flavours making me groan lightly into my cup and I don’t miss the way Pedro’s honey eyes sparkle with amusement. It’s too damn good to care, I’ve made my fair share of coffees as a barista before I became an actor and no way have I ever been able to make one this good. The smooth and velvety texture of the steamed milk adds a layer of creaminess that beautifully balances the espresso's bitterness. It is like a dance between the two flavours, with each one complementing the other perfectly. But the real star of the show is the caramel syrup. It is sweet and slightly nutty in flavour which adds such a warm and decadent sweetness that lingered on my taste buds. 

“You’re making out with that coffee.” Pedro smirks and I’m spluttering. 

“Just because I have actual coffee and not six shots of hyper,” I retort, sticking my tongue out at him, “Whatever this barista has done it’s really fucking good. Like a fucking work of art, a symphony of flavours perfectly crafted and blended to make this-“ 

“You’re cute when you nerd out. You know so much about coffee.” 

“I was a barista before I became an actor.” 

The afternoon continues like that, Pedro and I finding topics to discuss or bicker over but each of us avoiding the topic of our shows and movies. We have an agreement that we talks about normal things, like we aren’t famous or noticeable. Pedro tells me all about his family and I always listen intently as they’re such great people and he seems so close to them it makes me a little jealous as I broke a lot of bonds with my parents when I became an actress. I think out of everyone in his family I would love to meet Lux as she is crafted by the gods themselves and she just seems such a strong and passionate woman with a lot to say and no fear in saying it. She seems dedicated to what she does and seeing pictures and videos of her and Pedro I can see an unbreakable bond that I can’t wait to see in person if Pedro would ever allow me. 

I had told Pedro about my parents and how they had reacted badly to it all. My dad wanted me to become a machine and sit at a desk doing a nine to five job until I get old and die. My dad kicked me out while my mum had shook her head and let me pack my bags, not knowing that I had sent a message to my older brother. My brother had become my pillar of support and Pedro had sat there with pain in his eyes and a hurt look on his face when I had told him everything. He  had promised me that he would always be there for me and I could always find him if needs be which really solidified the growing feeling I have towards him. 

We were on our second round of drinks when my phone buzzes with a message from Oscar. 

‘Mission birthday boy is go.’ 

Then another comes through before I can text back, shielding my phone from Pedro despite the small pout on the older man’s lips as I never hide my phone from him, I could never as I have nothing to hide from the man I am head over heels for but right now Oscar needs me to be secretive. 

‘That means get your asses here now.’

‘Be there in 10.’ 

*

Pedro turns his key in the lock and swings the door open to darkness. He frowns at me, raising an eyebrow in question as we step inside but I stay silent, seeing the smallest amount of movement as I shut the door. As soon as the door clicks shut the room lights up and erupts with cries of “SURPRISE!” 

The birthday boy lets out a shriek of surprise before accepting the hug Oscar pulls him into, the pair laughing and hugging. I think they probably would have stayed like that for longer if Sarah hadn’t wrangled Pedro out of Oscar's arms. All I can do is watch: the apartment filled with weighed down balloons; birthday banners strung up and a small feast of food spread out upon the kitchen island while Oscar joins me leaning against the wall by the door. 

“You did good,” He bumps my shoulder and I laugh softly, taking the beer he’s holding out and leaning my head on his shoulder. There’s not many people here, around 25, and they’re all giving their birthday wishes to Pedro who is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. I can’t stop the fond smile as he is so happy, eyes sparkling and hands flailing excitedly while Oscar turns his head and presses a kiss to my hair before mumbling, “There’s a surprise for you too.”

“For me?” I frown up at him but I don’t get to pry more when Pedro makes his way back over, a grin so wide I think his face may split into two. He pulls me away from Oscar who takes my beer from me, shrugging with fake innocence when Pedro stops us by the floor to ceiling windows he has in his top floor apartment. His large and soft hands slide up my arms, stopping when they’re cupping my jaw. 

“You organised this for me?” His voice is low and gentle, eyes wide in awe and I go to protest but I realise what Oscar meant so I just nod, scared to see his next move. His ducks his head a little, nose bumping mine a little and I can’t stop the squeal of surprise when his nose is cold and the feel of his warm breath ghosting my face is almost overwhelming. My heart jackhammers in my chest, my eyes slipping shut at the first brush of his pillowy lips in mine. It’s a gentle kiss, full of tenderness and love, nearly knocking me off my feet and how he can make it feel like nothing else matters as I melt into his embrace. It’s just him and me, lost in the passion that comes with a first kiss. 

But the cheering and whooping brings me back to reality, my face heating up and I’m hiding in Pedro’s shirt as he chuckles. Mixture of emotions fill my chest: excitement, nervousness and a rush of adrenaline. His heart is racing just as fast as mine, a small moment of pure intimacy despite the many people observing our interactions. The hug is long and lingering, and as we pull away, I look up into his warm honey eyes and see a mix of emotions there as well. It’s like we both know that something special had just happened between us, and we are both feeling the weight of the moment, knowing we’re in this together and all of our friends couldn’t be happier for us. 

“Happy Birthday Pepsi.” 

“Best birthday present mi cariño.” 

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[stuckybarton]

As It Was

Summary: Things in your life were moving too fast, but your husband was there to help you slow things down. Words: 824 Warning: None. Characters: Husband!Oscar Isaac x Wife!Fem Reader A/N: This goddamn man has got a hold of me since Dune and it's still coming full force all throughout Moon Knight. Also, as the title suggested, inspired by this song. MASTERLIST || Requests Are Open

"Auntie…wake up so I can say good night to you."

Sitting in the porch of your house, listening to your niece's voicemail for the tenth time now. Sighing, with the life you had lived as an actress, it was hard to find time to talk to your family. How your time was a complete opposite of their own. It wasn't always like this, it never truly bothered you when you had packed everything you had and left with a dream for Hollywood. You have it now, another filming in the horizon that would cement your name along the people you had once just watched at TV--but there was always a price to pay for your ambitions.

Looking at the graying skies, it was far too early to call your niece back and you know perfectly well that it would be far too late to call her when you wake up tomorrow. The curse of living thousands of miles apart, on different time zones. You could only sigh and press your finger against the play button again. Listening to the sound of your sister's voice in the background, trying to explain to your niece that you were busy with filming, the sound of your brother-in-law reassuring the little one that you would be calling tomorrow instead.

"It's getting dark, Babe."

You turned smiling at the remaining constant you still had in your life. Your husband that had now found himself sitting besides you, eyes peering up towards the starless skies along with you. Your head immediately resting on top of his shoulders, welcoming the scent of his that always brought you nothing but comfort especially in times like this.

"Just trying to catch up on my emails." You lied, not wanting him to worry about you and your internal struggled in the moment.

"I'm sure little Bella is helping you immensely with your emails." He spoke smiling at how you glanced at him, now wondering how long he was watching you. "You know we could always fly back home to them for a visit." He spoke.

You know as much, but when you come to think of it, a week wasn't enough for you. You wanted more time, more than you actually realize you want. There was this stifling realization that everything around you was moving, living, growing but you stayed the same. Your personal life was left stagnant. Sure you had a husband now, a husband that was far too good for someone like you, but that was it. You have this plan, so elaborate that you have now realize wasn't going to happen any time soon if you don't act. If you don't make a decision, but it was hard without compromising.

"What's wrong?" He asked again, Oscar's arm now pulling you closer to him. "You know you can always tell me what's going on."

You took a breath, his warmth a complete contrast to the cold air of the night.

"You ever think we should just slow down with what we're doing in our career?" You asked.

"Sometimes." He responded immediately. "I don't get to spend as much time with you as I once did, but I know we're doing what we're doing because we love this. We love being in front of the camera, in front of the posters, in front of whatever God-awful trailer the might think of throwing us in."

"Do you ever regret that we don't start having kids early?" You asked.

"God no." He spoke vehemently, lips quick to kiss your forehead now. "I'd rather we both go childless than resent our kids because we weren't able to do the things we wanted to do in our careers."

You smiled and that was all you needed to know. You thought you were selfish, but then this man, this wonderful and far too understanding man was constantly trying to give you the reassurance you couldn't give to yourself in moments of doubts just like this.

"Stop worrying about the future, Babe." He spoke suddenly making your turn to look at him once again. "I know you and I know when you're like this. Everything has a right time and a right place. Kids, sure maybe one or two years from now since we both have a lot on our plate. You want to visit your family for longer than a week, that's fine, we can make some changes to our schedule but we can make time. The things around the both of us are changing and moving, but what we need to do is live in this moment."

You took his words in and he was right. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as your head held up to the sky, watching and noticing a single star in the horizon.

"Being an adult is hard."

"I know, but the money and the alcohol is too good to stay a child, Babe."

And that, you could agree on.

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[luizlu]

New Additions... Again

Hello beautiful people! This is just a post to let you know that I am adding a few people to my request list. I have been getting loads of requests and I am honestly so grateful to every one of you. Unfortunately... I haven’t gotten around to any yet because I currently ( in literally two days ) am about to pass a huge exam period. Basically like SATS or whatever you guys have other there in the US. I am really stressed about it but I’ll survive. So when those are done I will get to writing right away. Thank you guys so much again for your patience and without further do, lets welcome these new people to our list! 

PS: I am only going to write for the characters the actors play not the actual actor/actress as I feel uncomfortable doing so. So if you would like to request a character played by an actor/ actress you love please do so BUT if you still send me the name of an actor/actress I will still take your request but will personally choose a character played by said actor/actress to fit the scenario.... *catches breath *

- Amanda Abbington aka John Watsons wife from BBC Sherlock (Yes... I have a crush on Mary from BBC Sherlock... and yes I would like to talk about it with a therapist.)

- Charlie Heaton (I like socially awkward nerds with big hearts)

- David Harbour (Currently re-watching ST and I love Giants so that's about all I have to say)

- Jason Momoa (Not really a personal favorite but a lot of people have been requesting him)

- Jessica Lange (Honestly surprised at how long it took me to find her hot, maybe its the AHS withdrawal that's making me feel this... anyways no regrets)

- Joe Keery (A lot of J’s... also I gotta give the people what they want)

- Kaya Scodelario (Started watching Skins a few weeks ago and just thought “Why not?”. Also this is for all you Maze Runner lovers)

- Oscar Isaac (I even suprised myself with this because for some reason my daddy issues have not yet picked up on Oscar Isaac... even though i have 60+ year old men on this list. I personally am more of a Pedro Pascal girl... but Leto Atreides... makes me get it. Also I’d totally bang his wife Lady Jessica but thats beside the point. Also Rebecca Ferguson has been on the list already for like 3 years)

- Paul Bettany (Are you even surprised?)

- Pheobe Waller Bridge (Underrated QUEEN. Also I have a thing for tall, dark haired, socially awkward, unconventionally attractive British people. *Cough* Sherlock Holmes aka Benedict Cumberbatch *Cough* *Cough* Severus Snape *Cough*)

- Sacha Baron Cohen (As I said I love giants)

- Winona Ryder (OH MY FUCKING GOD. How was she not on my list before. She is one of the most beautiful, inside and out people in the entire world. And Joyce Byers makes my mommy issues QUAKE. Not joking. Also underrated as FUCK.)

Anyways that's it for now. Hope you’re happy and request something for one of these people. Also If you would like me to add anyone else PLEASE ask me, honestly I love answering people. 

Also I NEED a Javier Bardem x reader fic cause he so SO FRICKIN HOT

ALSO fucking pray for me for my exams... cause I need it.

AND WAIT WAIT WAIT... Pleease ask me blurbs or little opinions on some of your character. Just like scenarios and mini imagines cause I love those... NSFW or not.

Thank you so much

Love you all

- Lucy 

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[psychedelic-ink]

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Idk if you read RPF but I wrote a !bodyguard Oscar Isaac x !actress reader called Safer with You

If RPF isn’t your thing, no worries! I can shamelessly plug Hands on Experience ft Loki for as long as my heart is beating lol

Sorry I couldn’t link the fics bc I’m on mobile app😭

hi hi!! I read both and absolutely loved them!! thank you so much!!

this is the reblog for safer with you

and this is the reblog for hands on experience

thank you so much for joining the celebration love <33

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[tom-whore-dleston]

🎁 please bestie 🫶😫🫠

Safer with You

Pairing: !bodyguard Oscar Isaac x !actress f. reader

Genre: angst and smut (lemon)

Warnings: yandere themes, stalking, fake dating, smoking, confessions, protective Oscar :'), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lotus position, sorta soft dom Oscar, creampie

Summary: You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help falling for your bodyguard, especially when he makes your safety and happiness a priority.

Word Count: 2.1k so much for a quick fic 💀

Notes: I had so many ideas for this fic but I really liked the bodyguard au that I found here. It's not as smutty as I anticipated it to be but it's there I stg 😅 I literally wrote this all in one night and a lil of today so there may be a few mistakes, just pretend they're not there lol. Thank you to my bestie love, @wint3r-h3art for sending me Oscar's sexy ass to my inbox and giving me thots 😛 I love you hehe 😘 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

*Part of my 23rd birthday celebration which is now CLOSED. Thanks again for taking part in my special day!

You heard the saying so many times: “Fame always comes with a price.” That phrase didn’t settle in until you were met with a stalker.

This person knew everything there was to know about you. They knew your full name. No, not the name you chose for Hollywood, your birth name. They also knew the names of all your family members and friends. They always knew about your whereabouts just so they could randomly run into you while grabbing brunch with friends or grocery shopping with your sister and her son.

The thing that made you sick to your stomach was when you received a text from an unknown number. Full of curiosity, you opened the text, a video of you turning off the light to your bedroom with a message that wrote:

“Sweet dreams, my shining star 😘”

Since receiving the eerie text message, you lived your life in constant fear. You decided to stay with your parents for a while, your dad driving you to your shoots. If you weren’t on set for your upcoming movie, you locked yourself in your childhood room, sobbing into the tummy of your stuffed animals until you fell asleep. Worried about your well-being and career, your team hired a bodyguard so you could resume your life in Hollywood. And that was how you met your personal bodyguard, Oscar Isaac.

Oscar was one of the best bodyguards in the business. He was dedicated to his work, especially since your team was paying him plenty to protect you. He learned the names of all your family members, friends, co-stars, and anyone that interacted with you often enough in case they were also in danger too. Your team didn’t want to make it obvious that they hired a bodyguard, but to explain why Oscar would be with you all the time, they suggested that you and Oscar pose as a couple.

Fortunately, everyone believed the facade you and Oscar put on. The press talked about you both nonstop. Your friends called you to fawn over how lucky you were to have snagged someone as hot as Oscar. Your co-stars congratulated your new “relationship” with a hug or pat on the back. The only people that knew the truth were your parents and your sister. They were happy that you were safer and not living in fear.

In fact, you felt a weight come off your shoulders after Oscar came into your life. You no longer felt scared or sad. Not only did his presence give you a sense of safety, but it also gave you comfort. The more time you spent together, the more you got to know him on a personal level. You knew it was wrong, but you found yourself developing a deep admiration for him.

One night, you tossed and turned in your queen sized bed. Even though you haven’t had any encounters with the stalker in a month, the thought of them coming back haunted you in the dead of night. After trying every tactic in the book to fall back asleep, you jumped out of bed and walked out of your room.

Entering the kitchen, you poured a glass of water until you spotted a figure standing on your balcony. Your heart thumped in your chest as you stepped closer towards the silhouette. You sighed loudly as the figure dropped their hand to the side, a puff of smoke appearing in the dark sky. Oscar spun around, meeting your sullen eyes. Joining his side on the balcony, you both stared off into the moonlight.

“Rough night?” Oscar asked, offering you a cigarette.

“Hmm, I wonder what gave it away,” You sarcastically blurted, popping the cigarette in your mouth. As he lit your cigarette, you gazed into his brown eyes that glimmered against the small flame.

“What’s on your mind?” If you had to pick one flaw he possessed, you would pick how he had a way of changing the subject. You shook your head, taking a hit of the cigarette.

“You thinking about them, huh?”

Tears welled in your eyes. “I’m so tired of being scared. Every time I start to feel like my life is back to normal, these thoughts just come out of nowhere. When will it end?”

Oscar took a hit the same time you did. Aside from the clouds of smoke, silence filled the air as you stood closer to one another. He put out his cigarette on the ashtray before turning towards you.

“It will end, I promise you that. I swear once we catch that son of a bitch, I’ll make sure their life is a living hell.”

“Oh, uhh, that’s not necessary-”

“No, it is extremely necessary. What kind of piece of shit watches someone go to bed from outside their house? I’ve seen cases like this so many times in my career and-” Oscar balled his hands in fists, his veins popping out of his forearms. “Whoever this guy is, they deserve to go to hell.”

You were speechless. You had no idea where any of this was coming from. Maybe it was the burnout of his job. Either way, he wasn’t done.

“You shouldn’t have to be scared of this prick. You should be going out, living your life, being happy. You deserve it. You deserve to be happy. Aside from your safety, your happiness is also a priority.”

Confused by his words, you took another hit of your cigarette, allowing the drug to relax you more. It was moments before you finally said something.

“Thank you for all that. It means a lot hearing those things from you. I can’t thank you enough for-”

Everything flashed before your eyes as Oscar desperately pulled you towards him to kiss you. His lips smashed against yours as he held you tenderly. Your head spun trying to process how the man you had slowly fallen for was now making out with you. Before he could deepen the kiss, Oscar released himself from you. When he noticed the look of perplexity on your face, he cursed under his breath.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry. Please forgive me for my lack of professionalism. I’m sorry!” He ran back inside towards the guest room where he had stayed over the past month. You followed shortly after him, but he shut the door in your face. Frustration coursing through your blood, you pried the door open to see him pacing around the room. Oscar apologized again as you strode towards him.

“Don’t be. I wish you had done that sooner.” It felt like deja vu with the way Oscar pressed his lips against yours full of passion. The taste of tobacco danced on both of your tongues, causing you to deepen the kiss. In a matter of seconds, your shirt flew off your body and you mimicked the movement with his shirt. Your bare torsos collided in desperation as you attached your lips once more.

“You want me?” Oscar muttered, lips ghosting over yours. His searing kiss laced with tobacco left you breathless and intoxicated. All you could manage was a half nod. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me.” He cupped your jaw with his taut hand. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Oscar. I want you so bad.” He pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. His lips attached to your neck, marking your skin with his teeth.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now.”

“Then do it. Fuck me.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Oscar shed off your sleep shorts and underwear. He groaned, relishing your naked body that he dreamt of for nights. His fingertips trailed over your skin. Shivers crept up your spine the further down his hand traveled. You held your breath as his fingers stopped a centimeter above where you wanted him most. Oscar glanced back at you, and you spread your legs in approval.

The corner of his mouth curved slightly before he tested his middle finger against your folds. You gasped and lifted your hips off the bed as your wetness enveloped his digit. Intense desire washed over him as he plunged his finger inside you. Your face scrunched in wanton, feeling him explore your cavern.

“Ahh, yes, feels so good.” Your hums drove him to insert another finger, pumping further to brush against that sweet spot. The way you moaned his name made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. He started palming himself through the thin material, fingering you until he hilted at his knuckles. Watching his fingers disappear inside you unleashed something in him. Something he has never felt with any woman.

Oscar let out an animalistic growl before stooping down to wrap his mouth around your engorged clit. You yelped as his beard scraped against your sensitive area. The sensation unlocked a new type of pleasure for you and you were addicted to his scruff between your legs. You raked your hands through his hair, clutching it as he sucked noisily on your bud. The delicious mixture of stimulation caused your stomach to churn.

“Oscar, ahh-”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as his fingers curled against your G-spot. “Cum for me, baby. Cum now!” As if on cue, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, causing you to tremble and push his head closer to your mound. Oscar purred against your pussy as his fingers drowned in your nectar. He ripped himself away from you, tugging you into his lap. You climbed on top of him, immediately crushing your lips to his. His bulge throbbed against your core, begging to be freed.

“Take my cock out, baby.” You moved slightly so you could yank his pants down and watch his dick slap against his lower abdomen. “Good girl, now go ahead and ride me.” Your hand slid up and down his shaft a few times before you sunk down on him. You barely got him halfway inside you before your eyebrows knitted together and your lips curled inward.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Oscar caressed your face before peppering kisses on your forehead and nose. “I gotcha, baby. I’m here.” You dropped further down on him until you were filled to the brim. You snaked your arms around him, closing the space between you two before grinding against his groin. It didn’t take long before you were bouncing on top of him, legs wrapped against his hips and holding his broad shoulders as support.

“So…fuckin…big,” you whimpered, digging your nails into his skin. Oscar leaned back, rutting his hips up to meet your thrusts.

“I know, baby. Bet you never had a cock this big.” You timidly turned your head to the side to avoid his lustful glare. With his slender finger, he tilted your head back towards him. He stared at you like a predator stalking his prey before attacking. This caused your brain to turn off and your hips worked over him in a frenzy.

“Fuck! Keep doing that. Just like that, baby.” Oscar’s praises made you throb violently around him, a condescending laugh slipping past his lips. Your hips bumped together in unison, and that familiar twist in your stomach returned as his tip hit that spongy button repetitively. You cried his name, announcing how close you were to the edge.

“Where d’you want me, baby?”

The words that came out of your mouth surprised both of you. “I want you to cum inside me, please. Wanna feel you so bad.”

Oscar fucked you until he knocked the wind out of you. “Take my cock like this. Take what belongs to you. All yours, baby.” You bucked your hips against each other until you tensed up above him. As you screamed in bliss, Oscar embraced you tightly against his slick chest. His grunts vibrated against you as he filled you with his seed. When you were full of his taint, he clasped your cheeks, kissing you with the same fiery passion as before you ravished each other.

You hopped off him, letting his cum drip from your hole before collapsing onto the bed. Oscar joined you on your side, cradling your shaking body. He lulled you as you calmed down from your high. When you came back down to earth, you curled up closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“Did you really mean it when you said my happiness was a priority?”

“Of course I did! If I didn’t I wouldn’t have kissed you back there.”

“And we wouldn’t have…ya know.” Oscar chuckled, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

He looked at you puzzled. “For what?”

“For keeping me safe. Ironic enough, this is the most secure I have felt in my life. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Your bodyguard interlaced his fingers with yours, stroking your hand with his thumb. “Even after this whole thing is resolved, I will still protect you with all my being.”

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

At the Oscars with your husband Oscar Isaac 🏆

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[haleyboook]

Million Dollar man

Over the years I never anticipated such a crowd at our first movie premiere together as an “official” couple. It’d always have been us showing up to the events in separate cars leading the paparazzi to believe we were nothing more than friends.

Being introduced to one another through both our acting in the newer aged Star Wars. My character, Eden, being Rey’s best friend. Oscar calls it a Chewie and Han sorta friendship.

I find it adorable he calls it that

But here we are, actually allowing the paparazzi to know we’re together. God it’s terrifying. Oscar squeezes my hand, guiding me down the red carpet towards the oncoming cameras. 

His thumb grazes the top of my hand, easing a small amount of my nerves. 

We come to a stop and his arm snakes around the hip of my red dress. His smile catching me as I look over to him

“No smile?”

I roll my eyes as I say “Not everyone’s as comfortable in front of cameras as you are, Mr. Estrada.”

He nudges me saying “Oh how you say my name.. it just sounds so nicely hearing you roll those r’s.”

“I had an excellent teacher.”

The paparazzi shout “Oscar! Y/N! Are you two here together?” 

Oscar nods saying “You guys can perceive it as you please. We are just here in support of a friends directorial debut.”

“Y/N! Is Oscar a good boyfriend!”

“Y/N how old are you!”

“Y/N how long have you known Oscar?”

My eyes widen and I’m caught off guard as Oz begins to graze the skin on my arm lightly. The stubble from his beard skimming over my skin in the nicest ways as he presses his lips to multiple points on my arm

My hand reaches for his face and I hold his cheek in my hand, reciprocating my thankfulness.

Oscar says “Wait until you guys see her in the new dc superhero movies. Spoiler, she’s the new wonder woman. Only wonder woman to steal my heart.”

Quickly we move along the carpet and I pinch Oscar’s side annoyed with him “you just lied your ass off. Oscar they’re going to never leave me alone about it now. I think I’d pass out if they used me to replace Gal Gadot. I adore her but I am so out of my league if I was to play Wonder Woman.”

He shrugs saying “Had to throw them off, I agree, Gal Gadot is good an all but you could easily replace her if you wanted to.”

“I’m busy enough with all of your antics.”

He smiles as we enter the cinema “you wouldn’t like it any other way.”

“Oh! Look! Pedro!” Quickly I slide away from Oscar as he groans. He mutters “I’ve got a girlfriend obsessed with pedro when he’s obsessed with me.. ugh..”

I smile as I hug Pedro saying “How’s filming?”

“Could ask you the same. Mando and Eden should have a cameo in each show.” 

I scoff and say “I think Oscar would rather eat squirrel than not be the first cameo in my show.”

He laughs and says “You say that like you’ve been offered squirrel before.”

Oscar approaches saying “Her second great aunt offered me it when I met her family. I think the laugh coming out of my mouth when they offered and Y/N’s shocked look was enough for them to continue to despise me.”

I groan and say “She was struggling with dementia and you insulted her.”

“You could have warned me! You told me every last detail about your parents and sister but nothing about a senile old lady who’d try to force feed me grilled squirrel.”

Pedro laughs and I shake my head. Pedro asks “I didn’t know you were so country... so yeehaw. Yeehaw Y/N. Yeah.. you’re stuck with that for now.”

I look to Oscar and then respond “I was born in California. Moved around while my father was in the military. Aunt Renee was just crazy and now she has dementia.”

Oscar narrows his eyes saying “She scared me. That’s what.”

Pedro says “Oscar afraid of old ladies. Highlight of my day. I’ll make sure to send them all your way.”

I smile and say “Maybe he’ll swoon them all to dancing with him like he did with my mother.”

Pedro’s eyes widen and he says “You flirted with her mother?”

“I was being polite!” 

Pedro says “He brought out the latin dance moves didn’t he?”

Oscar scoffs and Pedro says “I knew it!” 

Oscar sighs saying “It wasn’t my intention to make her mother fall in love with me.” He attempts to shimmy away from us, shimmying his hips and making me laugh as he tosses his hand out towards me

Pedro smiles saying “Look at those Latin hips move!”

I shake my head and accept his hand as he pulls me forward. Spinning me into his arms and dipping me suddenly as we dance to the non existent music.

I laugh as he begins to hum some old show tune, and just like that I fall in love with him all over again.

“Oscar Isaac Hernandez Estrada, you are a million dollar man. I love you more than anything.”

He blushes and says “I’m honored?”

I laugh and he kisses me mumbling “I love you more than Pedro and that’s a lot.”

first fic whoooo

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[storiesforallfandoms]

stop being a cliché ~ eminem

word count: 2695

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic ​“Here's another request, well, this idea came after watching the Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain series, Em gets jealous for the reader's co-star, either for the very hot scenes, for the game they do on the red carpets, the public is delighted with them and Em shits her with reader and also says something hurtful to her, and for two weeks reader does not answer her calls or messages, and every time he writes or calls her a reader, she tells him that she is too busy recording a new series ... Marshall, fed up with this, travels and talks to her to apologize ... and they decide to make their relationship public ... (if you want and if you feel comfortable you can add some smut) Sorry if there is any mistake ..”

description: where he gets jealous over the friendship his girlfriend has with her costar and says some stuff he doesn’t meant

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

*i changed it a little where they’re relationship is already going to be public*

The ride home from the premiere was unbearably quiet. (Y/N) was looking out the window, biting the inside of her cheek to try and hold back the anger and the tears that were building inside of her.

It should’ve been the most amazing night of her life. It was the premiere of her new movie, the first one in which she was the lead actress. Marshall was going with her to celebrate this huge accomplishment, which just made the night even more exciting for her. The excitement was building in the time leading up to the red carpet before the premiere.

And then it all went downhill.

(Y/N) met up with her male counterpart on the red carpet. The paparazzi were calling for them to pose for some pictures, so they did. Marshall watched from the side, smiling proudly at his girlfriend until he noticed her co-star getting a little too touchy for his liking. The guy had his arm securely around her waist, just low enough that he could be grabbing her ass if he wanted to. While they were posing, he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, causing (Y/N) to giggle and the paparazzi to go wild.

Marshall’s face was burning with jealousy as he stepped up to them and said, “I think that’s enough pictures for now.”

(Y/N) looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Marshall muttered. “I just think we should keep moving.”

He took her hand and they started down the red carpet again. (Y/N) quickly called an apology over her shoulder to her co-star as they kept going.

Marshall thought that once they got into the movie, he would calm down. He knew he acted irrationally due to his jealously, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing the way that asshole was touching his girlfriend, the way he was looking at her, it caused something to bubble up in his chest. Unfortunately, the jealous only continued to grow once the movie started as Marshall realized that (Y/N) and her co-star were playing love interests, with a number of scenes littered throughout the movie.

During one particular scene about halfway through the movie, Marshall got up from his seat and hurried out of the theatre. (Y/N) watched him go in confusion before quietly excusing herself to go after him. She found him pacing in the lobby as she hurried to catch up with him.

“What is going on with you?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just want to go home,” he responded.

“Already? The movie isn’t even over yet, and I still have the Q&A portion afterwards with the cast and the director.”

“Fine, then you can stay here and do that, but I’m going home.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“Nothing!”

“You keep saying that, but there’s clearly something that’s got you acting like this. Why won’t you tell me? You know you can tell me anything, babe.”

“You want me to tell you why I’m acting this way?” he questioned. “Fine, I don’t like seeing that prick with his hands all over you.”

“Who, my co-star? The one I was working with to make the movie I’m in?” she questioned. “If you don’t like the scenes, then you can just stay out here and not watch the movie, but you of all people should know that it’s all fake.”

“The way he was with you on the red carpet said otherwise.”

(Y/N) stared at Marshall, dumbfounded. Something escaped her lips that was half laugh, half scoff as she shook her head. “You’re not doing this to me tonight.”

“Not doing what, (Y/N)?”

“You’re not acting like a cliché on the night of my movie premiere! You’re not ruining this night for me because you’re all jealous of something you’re making up in your head. You don’t want to continue watching the movie, that’s fine, but you’re not leaving here until this whole thing is over. Then we’ll go home and talk about this like adults.”

That’s how they found themselves in the uncomfortable ride home a few hours later. The movie was a hit. Everyone who was there loved it. The Q&A was quick, partially due to the fact that (Y/N) wasn’t all there due to her argument with Marshall. She couldn’t really focus on anything being said to her and ended up apologizing and saying she felt like she needed to go home, which everyone seemed understanding about.

Despite what she had said earlier, (Y/N) definitely felt like her night had been ruined. After she returned to the theatre she could hardly concentrate on the movie or the reactions of those around her. When it ended and the Q&A started, all she could think of was the looming fight that would definitely be happening once she and Marshall returned home. She wished she could turn her thoughts off and just try to be happy there, but it was no use.

Marshall pulled into the driveway and parked the car. The two walked up to the door in silence and entered the house. Anger and frustration was still bubbling up inside of them, but neither wanted to make the first move to speak.

(Y/N) went up to Marshall’s room to start getting out of her attire for the night. She discarded the dress onto the floor and slipped on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. She was stood over the bathroom sink, scrubbing off her makeup, when Marshall appeared in the doorway.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” he said.

She couldn’t look at him as she responded. “I know you didn’t mean to, but I wish you had talked to me about this when we were on the red carpet.”

“I just wanted to get away from that prick.”

(Y/N) turned to glare at him. “‘That prick’ is my co-star that you haven’t even met yet. All you’re going off of is watching us pose for some pictures on a red carpet, and the movie we starred in as love interests. Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.”

“Based on what?! Marshall, you didn’t even say two words to the guy!”

“I don’t need to talk to him to know he wants to get with you. I could tell by the way he was touching you and looking at you. If you had opened your eyes for a few seconds, you would’ve seen that too!”

“He’s fucking married, Marshall!”

The room fell silent again. (Y/N) could feel tears welling in her eyes and she quickly rushed from the bathroom into the room.

“Being married doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh my God!” she screamed. “You’re so fucking unbelievable! Can you not see what is wrong here? Do you not hear yourself? Marshall, you’re being so fucking cliché about this! Is this what I’m going to have to expect every time I do a movie where I play the love interest of another guy?!”

“It will be if you keep acting like a slut all over Hollywood!”

The dam finally broke as tears ran down (Y/N)’s face. She was frozen, staring at the angry face of her boyfriend. When he finally registered her upset expression and what he had said to cause it, his anger melted away.

“Wait, (Y/N), I didn’t mean that.”

(Y/N) shook her head and started to walk away. Marshall started following her, which caused her to pick up her pace until she was basically running to her car.

“(Y/N), please, I didn’t mean it!” he called after her. “Please, don’t go. Let’s talk this out. I’m sorry, I was just angry.”

(Y/N) slammed her car door shut and quickly started the engine. Without even a sparing glance, she pulled out of his driveway and quickly drove down the road. Marshall collapsed to his knees, watching her car go until she was completely out of sight. He stayed on the ground for a few moments longer, burying his head in his hands and beginning to sob to himself.

~~~~~~

Weeks went by and Marshall had scarcely heard from (Y/N). He texted and called her multiple times that night, asking that she at least let him know that she was okay. He didn’t sleep until she finally texted him the next morning to say she was safe at a friend’s house. He didn’t completely believe that she hadn’t went back to her own home, but he wasn’t about to push it just yet.

He tried to text and call her nearly every day. Most of his messages were left on read and every call was sent straight to voicemail. If he was lucky, (Y/N) would respond to one of his texts with the same line every time: i’m busy. can’t talk.

Marshall knew he was the biggest asshole in the world for saying what he said. He didn’t mean it. He was just upset, but he knew that just made it all worse. He wanted to apologize to (Y/N) and to try to make things right, but he couldn’t do that if she wouldn’t even answer his calls.

After nearly two weeks, he got fed up. He wasn’t going to sit around and wait to see whether or not (Y/N) would finally talk to him. He needed to see her face to face, even if that meant that the conversation would end their relationship permanently.

As he predicted, (Y/N) was at her own house. Or rather her car was there, but he figured if her car was there that meant she had to be too.

He walked up to her door and raised a hand to knock. He hesitated, although he wasn’t entirely sure why. He had come all this way, he had this planned from the start. There was no backing out now...right?

To his surprise, he didn’t even have to knock. The door swung open and there stood (Y/N), so distracted by her attempts to pull on her coat and put her purse over her shoulder that she nearly barrelled into Marshall. She stopped a moment and looked at him in disbelief.

“Marshall? What...what are you doing here?”

“I...I came to talk,” he said.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and shoved past him. “I don’t have time for this. I gotta go to work.”

“Let me drive you,” he said.

“No.”

“Please, (Y/N). It’s been weeks and you won’t even answer any of my calls.”

“Most people would take that as a hint.”

“I know I should, but I’m not leaving things between us the way that we have. If you want to break up, that’s fine, but I’m not leaving this relationship without giving you the apology you deserve.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a long time before sighing. “Come on, I have to be to set in 20 minutes and it’s a 15 minute drive to get there if traffic is good.”

Marshall tried not to show his excitement too much as he rushed to his car. The two of them got in and he started to make his way towards the studio that (Y/N) had directed him to.

The silence reminded both of them of the last night they had seen one another. It was a painful memory, but they weren’t even sure where to start. Marshall had planned what he was going to say in his head, but the minute (Y/N) had opened the door, it all disappeared.

“What you said really hurt me,” (Y/N) finally spoke. “The fact that you wouldn’t trust me so heavily to imply that I would sleep with my co-stars? That cut deep, Marshall. You know how much I love you, and you know I would never do anything like that to you.”

“I know, I know,” he said. “I knew I was being unreasonable. Like you said, I hadn’t even spoken to the guy. I was going off of a brief interaction between the two of you for the cameras, which I know means nothing. I was already in that mindset, and then I went in and saw this movie where you two were basically making out and having sex for half of it, and it really set me off.”

(Y/N) tried to muster a small smile. “Yeah, the sex scenes were a bit too much. I think the director wanted to make pornos and got stuck making real movies instead.”

They both laughed. It felt good to laugh together. It was a step in the right direction Marshall thought.

“I am really sorry, (Y/N),” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have let my jealousy come in the way of your big night.”

“You really shouldn’t have,” she agreed. “I don’t want to have to worry that this will happen again every time I star in a movie like that one. I don’t want you to get upset with every guy I interact with.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can, because I won’t let myself act that way again. I may get jealous, but I won’t let it take over me. I’ll talk to you first, I’ll meet the guy first. I’ll never hurt you the way I did that night.”

He pulled into the studio parking lot. The traffic was so light that they had gotten there much earlier than expected, which upset Marshall. He knew he’d had to let her go and that their conversation would end. Whether or not he’d hear from her again would be totally up to her from this point onwards.

(Y/N) was silent as she stared out the windshield at the studio. She wasn’t in a hurry to get out the way she had been back at home. Marshall kept watching her, trying to see some sort of sign of what she was thinking.

When she finally looked at him, her face was no longer angry. It was sad. Marshall reached a hand out to her, but hesitated. She leaned forward, letting his hand brush against her soft cheek.

“I missed you,” she admitted.

“I missed you, too.”

“It was so hard. I was so angry, but then I was sad because you weren’t with me. I wanted to answer those calls or those messages, but then I’d think back to what you said and I’d get angry all over again.”

“I deserved it. I was an asshole.”

“You were.”

They sat that way for a while, in silence with Marshall’s hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, turning her head so her lips brushed against the palm of his hand. He’d do anything to feel those lips against his again.

“I gotta go,” she said after glancing at the time, but still made no effort to get out of the car. “Can I...do you...will you come pick me up tonight? We can go back to my place and talk about this more.”

He nodded. “Yeah, of course. Just call me when you’re finished filming, I’ll be right here.”

She nodded, too, and finally started to get out of the car. His hand that had touched her face was tingling, longing to touch her again. She paused a moment again, looking between the studio and Marshall. Finally, she asked, “Actually...will you come in? You can hang out in my trailer all day if you want. Or watch us film. Then you don’t have to go all the way home and come all the way back for me.”

He couldn’t get out of the car fast enough.

The two walked towards the studio together. They were so close that their hands brushed against one another. As they reached the studio doors, (Y/N) reached out to intertwine their fingers together. Marshall couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips, and he didn’t see that the same smile was mirrored on (Y/N)’s face.

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Indiscreet – 00. Prologue Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

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Series summary: Fresh off the success of his project with Nic Cage, Javi dived fully into his true passion, screenwriting. A few more hits later, his best friend is making his directorial debut with his script. Trouble comes in the form of you, a beautiful young new actress brought on to the project… and there’s an impending threat of quarantine, too.

Chapter summary: The director, Óscar Morales, invites you to dinner.  Chapter warning: Nothing spicy yet, but there’s only one bed and an age gap. For those fasting or sober, there are mentions of food and alcohol here. Words: 2,8k

Playlist: Fireplace burning through the night

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged, and asked to be tagged! I’m excited to finally share this baby that I’d been dreaming up for almost a year now. I'm dropping you smack dab in the middle of the timeline, but you'll get to see how they initially met on the next chapter in a few days. Special thanks to @dontshouthisnamelikehesathing @just-here-for-the-moment​ @beaucannon​ for being my first readers. Enjoy and happy TUWOMT release weekend!

Edit 14/10 - Disclaimer: I feel the need to address this concern. Óscar (Morales) isn't an RPF of Oscar Isaac. While I borrowed Isaac's first name because I couldn’t think of anything else that fit, Morales is not inspired by and does not bear any resemblance to Isaac. I initially had Isaac's look in Dune in mind when I started writing him, but in some scenes I also envisioned Edgar Ramirez. But if you imagine their looks differently than I do, go ahead and keep it that way! Cast anyone you want.

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FEBRUARY

“CUT!”

You stand there exasperated across your co-star who looks like he’s had enough. That was the fourteenth take. For some reason, today you just couldn’t get anything right. Lacing your shaky fingers together on your front, you wait for the crew to set up the scene - again - but the same voice announces, “Take five, everyone!”

You let out a sigh you didn’t notice you were holding and you see the director walking towards you and motioning you to another room. Here goes, you think. He’s gonna rewrite my role and I’ll barely have any lines and he’s gonna think I’m not serious enough about this and oh my god he’s gonna regret this—

“What’s up with you today? Did something happen?” Óscar Morales, the director who's personally responsible for you being here, runs his hand over his thick and graying beard.

Something happened, all right, but nothing you should know.

“Uh, no. I just couldn’t get into her headspace today, you know, it’s been really overwhelming, this is all still new for me, and you know I have trouble remembering lines sometimes, and–”

“I thought you said you’ve been practicing with Javi?”

Fuck. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just… I don’t know. It’s just a weird day today. I don’t even have excuses. Sorry.”

“Seriously, are you okay? Do you need a break?” He asks softly.

“I’m good. Really. Just… give me 5 more minutes?”

“Okay. Sure thing. But get it right this time. We’re gonna lose the light soon. You got this, kid.” Óscar squeezes your arm and leaves you alone with your thoughts. Get it together. Do not disappoint him.

You decide to walk around the massive library to calm your jitters. Books adorn all four walls surrounding you. Curious, you pick up a leatherbound and open it to a random page. Blank. Ha! Should’ve known. You’ve heard about people buying blank books in leather spines by the foot just to decorate their “home library”. What a scam. Why bother! Everyone should have a personalized collection. Filled with books that mean something to them. Hardcovers and paperbacks stacked on top of each other without rhyme or reason. No alphabetization or color coding. Dog ears and doodles and an old bar receipt in place of a bookmark between pages… No, don’t think about him right now. Focus. 

Focus. FOCUS. What’s that line you keep forgetting? A wistful Spanish quote, then a goodbye. Fuck, you’re not even sure what it means. There goes your two on and off years of Duolingo. Javi was supposed to teach you how to say it correctly, tone and all.

“Hey, you ready?” A PA interrupts your running thoughts with a loud opening of the door.

“Yeah, sure. Oh, could you tell Óscar I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll be there in like, two minutes? Th–” The PA doesn't even let you finish your gratitude before slamming the door carelessly. Get it together. Get this one take right. Get this right and you’ll be back in your plush hotel suite, having a nice long bath with a bottle of wine, before…

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TWO NIGHTS AGO

““I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso,”” Javi’s warm, smooth voice reads the text from his phone. It's cliché. But you sound so adorable following his intonations that he could look past it. That part isn't going to be in your scene, but he's a hardliner for tone and insists that you fully understand the entire poem to deliver the dialogue.

“I like it better when you say it,” you giggle. Spread on his sofa and three glasses in (or four?), you can feel the words coming out before you fully think it through. “Not my favorite part, though.”

“You have a favorite part? Esto es muy triste,” he says, tilting his head up to you from the floor he’s sitting on, one arm now dangerously close to your leg.

“Nope… es muy romántico, Javi.”

“Ugh, you’re such a sad person,” he says in fake mocking.

“Excuse me!” you lift your head laughing.

“You know what I mean! Everything you like is so sad. Cheer up.” Javi laughs.

“Seriously, it’s romantic. He still loves her, even way after… well.”

“How does this fit into the scene anyway? And why wasn’t I consulted?” He'd come home to revisions in his emails and was about to tell Óscar to axe it all, until he read that it was your suggestion in the fine print.

“Because Óscar loves me and trusts me,” you say with a sweet smile. “And I’m gonna add my favorite line after the goodbye to my ‘boyfriend’ with your great big speech...”

“Which is?”

“”Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”” You stand up and walk towards his kitchen for your fourth (fifth?) refill.

“Oh, that’s cheesy. Cheer up,” Javi says, laughing at your consistency and cliché. He has never let anyone tweak his script in any of his previous works, no matter how big their star power is. But, whatever makes you happy.

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“See? That wasn’t hard.” Óscar says good-naturedly with a big grin. “I knew you’d nail it. That’s a wrap for today, everyone! See you all tomorrow!”

You're about to dash for your dressing room to finally change into your own clothes and go home when Óscar reaches for your elbow.

“Hey, why don’t you have dinner with us tonight?”

“I don’t know, Óscar. I’m a little tired…”

“Come on, it’s still early. We’re just gonna be at home. Give me half an hour and then we’ll go, alright?”

And how could you say no? You wouldn’t even be here if not for Óscar taking matters into his own hands when you needed someone, anyone, to pull you out of your mundane life. And you wouldn’t have even met him if not for Óscar either. Caving in, you start to do the math in your head. Maybe I’d still make it if I only stayed for an hour.

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Óscar notices you’re looking out the window into the vast views of rolling hills throughout the entire drive, far lost in your thoughts that he doesn’t bother to make small talk. He finally speaks up when you follow him to the front door.

“Sorry to make you do this. But we know you’re alone and probably sick of room service, so... Ava insists. I’ll drive you back after, of course. Or you could stay the night if you’re too tired later.”

“I really don’t want to burden you, Óscar.” And I wouldn’t be alone.

“I promised to take care of you. It’s really nothing.”

Óscar’s place, his rented residence for the time being, is a cottage half an hour away from the city surrounded by tall trees and seemingly endless fields of green - well, white now. When you first came here weeks ago, Ava said it’s good for the kids; they could be outside all day and Óscar wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. Javi said Óscar’s not even famous enough to worry about that - which earned him a wet willy into his ear. You thought you could see yourself living in it if you’re ever sick of the busy city life. You fell in love at first sight with the indoor-outdoor dining area with vines overhead. It reminded you of home.

“We’re here!” Óscar announces as you both take off your coat and shoes by the door when you notice a pair of men’s sneakers too large to be Óscar’s. You’ve seen the same pair on the floor of your room last week. Your breath catches in your throat.

“We’re in the living room!” answers Ava.

Following her voice, you find a familiar sight: Lightning McQueen on TV, toys scattered around the carpeted floors, and Óscar’s eldest child passed out on his favorite tío’s lap. It’s so cute. Then, as if on cue, Javi looks up at you and gives you his signature smirk before he catches himself and averts his attention to Óscar.

“He wouldn’t go to his room until you’re home.” Ava says to Óscar.

“Is that right?” he says to his sleeping son before picking him up from Javi’s lap. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you into bed.”

“Hey honey, how are you?” Ava gets up to kiss your cheeks in greeting.

“I'm good. Thanks so much for having me. I know it’s last minute…”

“Don’t worry! Javi brought us pasta and it’s too much for just us three,” she laughs. “I’m gonna tuck him in. Go ahead and dig in. You must be so hungry.”

Javi gets up and leads you into the kitchen. It's now too cold for the outdoor dining table so the island would have to do. You look at the unopened paper bags – Padella.

“I got you your favorite,” you hear Javi’s familiar, velvety voice.

“I was going to te–” you start.

“I tried ca–” he says at the same time. “Yeah, I was going to let you know I’d have to be here.”

“What for?”

“Script revisions. Might be too late for it now, though.”

“Yeah... that’s kind of my fault.” You give him a sheepish grin.

“Something happened?”

“No, I… Well, I forgot my lines... a lot. But it’s okay now... I hope.”

“You’ll be fine. We could fix it in post.”

You clear your throat, changing the subject. “So, now that we’re both here… Was this your plan? Takeout pasta for dinner?”

Javi meets your eyes and chuckles as he starts to plate the food. “More like satisfying my girl’s cravings, one way or another…” he says with a wink. My girl. You bite your lip at that, the endearment making you blush. “No, actually, I’d already booked out Daphne’s when Óscar called. He said you were coming here too, so… this is the best I could do. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You feel mushy that he remembers your blurb about loving that place and dying for pasta on set a few days ago. He’d refused to let you know where you’d be going, only that he’d pick you up at your hotel. But buying the place out for a whole night, for a date? That’s another level.

“I don’t mind this,” you tell him, gesturing to the containers. The takeaway is your go-to whenever you need a delicious, no-dress-code-required pasta fix in town. He had looked at you in bewilderment when you told him you used to line up for at least an hour just for it. How he managed to get all of these in a short time, you could guess.

He’s busy twisting the noodles to perfection, so you continue. “Well, I was planning on pampering myself and then putting on this lacy thing and slip dress I just bought, and asking you if we could just stay in,” you tease with a wicked glint in your eyes. At that, he stops his motions and his eyes immediately drop to your torso, even though nothing is showing through your sweater.

“Yeah, you do that. Tomorrow night.”

“You’re not taking me to Daphne’s anymore?”

“I mean… if that’s still what you want? We’ll need to fuel up anyway,” he says before rounding the corner and standing next to you to put a hand on your hip and caress it. “And if that’s really what you’re gonna wear, I want it off on the ride back home,” he whispers in your ear. His hand moves to your lower back and up your spine under your sweater. You close your eyes and hope you don’t whine. “I won’t let you leave my bed, so we’re gonna have to come up w–” 

“It’s my house so dibs on the ragù!” Óscar’s voice approaching from the living room startles you both, making Javi jump away from you. You cough and pretend to reach for the water pitcher, hoping you don’t appear too flushed.

“There’s only one and it’s for her.”

“Dammit. Fine.”

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Both you and Javi are going to win an Oscar (ha) one day for the stellar performance you put on tonight. Neither Óscar nor Ava suspect anything throughout dinner. Not when Javi stares at you a little too long. Not when he attentively refills your wine glass and switches to water without asking for your okay - like he already knows you. You laugh at stories he tells them as if you haven’t heard them before while he was massaging your tired feet on your bed weeks ago. He listens to you intently and asks you questions about your life as if you didn’t tell him the exact same things over cocktails in the past month. As far as your two hosts are concerned, neither of you knows what the other is doing in your daily life outside of the set. 

Time flies and suddenly it’s already close to midnight. “I have a morning start tomorrow, mind if you just stay here, we’ll work on the script first thing?” Óscar asks Javi.

“Sure, yeah. You don’t mind, Ava?”

“Of course not,” Ava replies immediately, as if that’s even something to consider. Then she turns to you. “Why don’t you stay too? You’re going to set tomorrow anyway, right?”

The invitation sounds sincere, and it is, but you know it’s because she doesn’t want her husband to drive you to the city and back this late. It’s been a long and tiring day. “No, but… sure. If you don’t mind too, of course.” 

“If you don’t mind sleeping on the sofa bed. And if Javi doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Óscar says.

“Damn. Can’t I just cuddle between you two?” Javi asks Óscar in mock disappointment.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“No, you.”

You look at them back and forth in fascination. Their banter is always entertaining - be it in private, on set, on interviews (and yes, you’ve seen them all). It’s the real playful Javi and Óscar that you know, not the calm and collected mask you sometimes see them put on for other people.

“At least my back still survives going up the stairs,” Óscar says before sleepily getting up from the stool. 

“I’ll do the dishes.” You quickly say before Óscar and Ava could even reach for their empty ones.

“By the way, turn the fireplace up high, you don’t wanna wake up freezing your dick off,” Óscar says to Javi who rises up to his feet to help you.

“Why don’t I set everything up then I’ll help you dry these?” Javi says to you as you start to roll up your sleeves.

“No, go ahead, I’ll be done in no time.” He nods and you get to work, missing the brief look on Ava’s face as she looks between the two of you before you all say your goodnights.

✧

You find Javi back in the living room, still setting up the massive sofa bed in front of the roaring fireplace. It basks the surrounding in a warm glow, making the scene unintentionally romantic. You look down to a pathetic stack of pillows on the floor, not even on the reading nook by the window.

“We could just share, you know. It’s big enough.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “Not here. I don’t know if I could… if I could keep my hands to myself. After what you said.”

“Me? What about what you said?” You take a sip of your drink, a glass of hot tea with lemon slices you just made as you settle into the corner of the makeshift bed. “Come on. I can’t let you fuck up your back. And not when you have an early start tomorrow. Just put a pillow between us.”

Javi contemplates for a moment before giving in. He picks up his pillows off the floor and slips under the blankets next to you.

“I wish we were back at yours.”

“Uh huh.“

You put your glass on the coffee table and crawl closer to him, your nose touching his, fingers tugging on the hem of his shirt. “So I could sleep on you.”

Javi wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes, as he lets out a sigh. “Behave, baby. Please.”

“If you say so,” you say playfully. You move back to your side of the bed and take your jeans off. Your sweater follows to reveal a thin tank top underneath. You look at his stunned face and make a show of covering yourself up with the blanket to your neck. You turn so that your back is facing him and you look over your shoulder to say, “Goodnight.” 

What you don’t know is that it takes Javi ten minutes to readjust his composure (and himself) while looking at your sleeping form. That it takes every bit of his willpower to not throw the pillows separating you from him to the floor to drape his body over yours, bury his face in your neck, slip his hand under your top and your panties... Eventually he closes his eyes and reminds himself that Óscar would happily replace the fireplace logs with him if you get caught. He wishes the two of you were back at his house, too.

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[chaoticparker]

Romantic

Tom Holland x actress!reader

Summary: You and Tom are secretly dating and go on The Late Late Show to discuss your new film and some suspicious photos.

Warnings: swearing and James kinda being a dick :/

a/n (edited): i just want it to be known that i wrote this fic before the photos of t&z came out. it was purely coincidental that both relationships were found out in the same way. (pretty sure i’m psychic now but whatever) so please don’t think i’m trying to copy their relationship.

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Taking a deep breath and looking up to see the stage manager point you out, you walked onto the stage. Loud cheers and bright lights blinded you for a moment before your eyes adjusted but the soft brush of Tom’s hand brought you back to reality as you sat down on the couch, smiling at the crowd and James Corden.

“Y/n! Tom! Thank you so much for joining us tonight on The Late Late Show!” James cheered, taking a sip of strong smelling coffee from his coffee mug.

“Thank you for having us! It’s really nice being back on the show, James.” You smiled.

“Yup, it’s always a treat to be here!” Tom agreed.

“So, I want to discuss your new film, The Princess Bride. Can you say a little about it?” James asked.

Already having the questions and your answers memorized you quickly took the lead. “Well, it's a reboot of the 1987’s version, while still keeping the basic idea shown in the book and movie we added some comedy and modern twist of the story.”

“And we couldn’t have done it without the other cast and crew.” Tom added in. “Oscar Isaac was a perfect Indigo Montoya and had us laughing the entire time. I don’t think we could tape one scene and not end up laughing with him.”

“What did you both do to prepare for the role?” James asked. 

“When I found out I got the role of Buttercup, I rewatched the movie at least twenty times and read the book about seven times to get the core idea of who she is and how I can add my own layer onto the character.” You answered.

“What about you Tom?”

“I think I will watch the movie at least five times a week for a while so I could grasp Westley's character, and I listened to the audiobook in my sleep for about two months.” He joked.

“And did either one of you have a connection with the original Princess Bride when you were younger?” James asked.

“Well, when I was younger I loved the movie because of how it's like a satire on fairy tale relationships with a twist, it was always a comfort film.” You explained.

“For me, when I was younger I remember my mum setting up the movie at one of her friends' houses to keep me busy; and it was one of those movies that kind of stuck with me.” Tom laughed at the memory and you and James gave a small chuckle at his story.

“Did you always enjoy those types of movies, Tom?” James smiled, earning a hushed giggle throughout the audience. 

“Maybe a little.” Tom admitted. 

“Oh please,” You dramatically sighed. “Tom is the biggest romantic on set. Whenever we had a movie night, he always not so suitably offered to watch 13 Going on 30 and 10 Things I Hate About You.” 

“Hey, don’t forget about Legally Blonde.” Tom added in, cheeks flushed pink from being a little embarrassed. 

You giggled at the memory he was bringing up. Of course these movie nights only consisted of you and Tom, a version of a date which did not entail your relationship going public with dozens and dozens of paparazzi following you around. 

“What do you wanna watch tonight, babe?” You were laying down on your stomach on your hotel bed, flicking through the movies offered. 

Tom entered the room, toothbrush in his mouth, “I don’t mind.” Tom mumbled, trying not to let the toothpaste foam fall from his mouth. 

“Go spit I can’t hear you.”

Tom grumbled some more inaudible words and waddled back to the bathroom. You heard a dramatic spit then the faucet running then turning off soon after. 

“Better?” He asked, coming back out, waving jazz hands.

“Better, but you need to tell me what you want to watch!” You groaned. 

Tom flopped down onto the bed next to you, sneaking a hand around your waist to give you a sideways hug then leaned his head on your shoulder. “I wouldn’t be opposed to watching Legally Blonde again.” He suggested, then quickly added, “I know you said you liked the movie.”

You smiled a little then went to the search bar and started typing in the movie. “The first one or the second?”

“The first one, obviously!” Tom exclaimed. 

“Didn’t realize you were so opinionated on this topic, Tommy.” You teased, pressing the icon on the tv. 

“I only care about the important things though, babe.” You pressed play and threw the remote somewhere else in the room and snuggled back against the pillows with Tom by your side.

“Now, when I saw the movie, something that I really enjoyed was your relationships with each other as Westley and Buttercup. Did your relationship between the two of you help portray them?” James' question snapped you from your memory, and you were a little disoriented. 

“Well, we met at one of our friends party’s a couple years back so we’ve been friends for a while and gotten to know one another really well. Like, I know every detail about Y/n, and she knows everything about me too. So, being able to read each other very well helped us show their relationship.” Tom answered and you nodded your head agreeing to what he was saying.

Honestly you thought that James was implying what every other interviewer said. As much as you love Tom and how much he loved you, you both wanted to keep your relationship out of the public's view. Only your close friends and family knew about it and you both liked it just like that for a sense of normality in your lives. 

“So there was no real relationship between you two?” Never mind, there it is.

You both gave a tired laugh, both sick of the question. “No, but if the people believe our relationship is real because of our performance then we must be doing our jobs right.” You answered, having a fake smile plastered on and looking over at Tom he had one on too.

“Are you sure? Because there are some photos that say otherwise.” James took some cards out from the desk drawers and flipped one around for the audience and you and Tom to see. 

The picture was pretty tame, you remember seeing the photo on twitter but it didn’t get enough heat that you had to make a statement. It was of you and Tom laughing with your head thrown back, sitting down at an outdoor cafe. You were wearing your normal clothes with a pair of sunglasses on as a weak attempt to not draw too much attention to yourselves.

Grant it, you were on a date, but it was your lunch break from filming and you both wanted to get out for the couple of hours you had free. And after a long half day of filming that started at the crack of dawn and that would probably end until the sun had long been down, all you wanted to do was spend some time relaxing with your boyfriend away from set.

“When do you think we are gonna finish filming tonight?” Tom asked as you took a sip of your tea and he bit into his muffin.

“Luke says that I had to film the boat scenes and then we have to film the rock climbing scene followed by you filming the sword fight scene with Oscar right after.” You read off the schedule that the assistant director texted you.

“Does it say when we are going to finish?” He asked hopefully.

You frowned and shook your head. “Nah, they said it's undetermined.”

Tom groaned and sank down in his chair, “that means that it's going to be a late night.”

“Oh come on babe, the scenes tonight aren’t that bad.”

“Yeah” Tom sat up a little better and reached for his cup of tea, “but I would rather spend the night cuddl-FUCK!” Tom knocked his tea onto his lap and you started laughing, and your laughs caused Tom to start laughing as he gathered some napkins to clean up the mess. 

“We were just going out for lunch that day and Tom spilt some tea on him.” You clarified, sitting up a little straighter as you knew this was just the beginning of it all. “That’s why we were laughing.”

You wanted to reach for Tom’s hand and he wanted to reach for yours, just as a simple way for support. But didn’t because you didn’t want to create another reason for all of the rumors.

James tossed the old card off the stage then flipped another one. “Well, what about this one.” ‘Ooo’s’ spread throughout the audience and looking at it you immediately understood why.

Now, this photo you distinctly remember having to make a small statement about it. It's a simple one of you and Tom walking down some streets in London at night, when you were there visiting his family and friends for the weekend. But the main focus was on your hands holding one another. 

“Tom, are you sure no paparazzi hang out around here?” You asked, adjusting your jacket and reaching for Tom’s hand. 

“Yes, love, I’m sure.” Tom assured, kissing your shoulder. “I’ve been here tons of times before and I’ve never had any run-ins.”

“But if you’ve been here before doesn’t that mean they know you’ll most likely come here again?” 

“I don’t think I’ve been spot-”

A bright flash in the dark streets cut off Tom’s sentence and you both immediately retracted your hands from one another. A couple of paparazzi found you both and started taking photos and coming closer. Luckily you were close to the bar where you were visiting some of Tom’s brothers so you just jogged into the building to get away from them. 

You forgot about the pictures until the next morning, you were too busy drinking and having fun to be focused on that. But when you woke up with a mild hangover with about five missed calls from your publicist and texts from your friends asking if the photo is real, you knew you had to do something.

“Babe wake up.” You nudged Tom who was still sound asleep on his side of the bed as you opened twitter and scrolled through the photos that were taken. 

“Tom get the fuck up.” You lightly punched him in the arm.

He groaned and pulled the covers up higher over his bed. “Just give me ten more minutes, babe.”

You ripped the sheets away from Tom, “the photos from last night are out and we need to do something.”

He lifted his head up quickly and moved over so he could look at your phone. “What do you want to say?”

You shrugged your shoulders, still looking through all of the photos. “I guess I would like to tell friends, but I don’t want everyone to know just yet.”

“Yeah, it would be nice to rub it in my brother's face that we’re dating.” Tom agreed, reaching for his own phone. “Last night Harry would not shut up about how I have ‘no chance’ with you.”

“It was pretty hard to not kiss you last night.” You joked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll text my publicit to let them know we are not a thing and what we should say.”

Coming back to the present time, you decided to take the lead on this one. “We were actually just going to meet some friends at a pub, and I was only holding his hand because my heels were too tall and I kept tripping.” 

The crowd sighed a little, causing you and Tom to laugh. “What? It’s true! I don’t do so well in heels other than on a stage!” You defended, talking to the live audience. 

“It’s true, she almost tripped like five times. If it wasn’t for me, she would have twisted both of her ankles.” Tom joked. 

“Okay, okay. Last one, alright?” James said, playing with the card. You both nodded your head, already thinking of an excuse to use. 

James flipped the last card around.

“Fuck.” You quietly groaned but thanks to your mic ended up being louder than you wanted.

The picture looked like it was from today, no more than three hours ago when you arrived at the studio to film this show. It was of you and Tom in the car, kissing each other right on the lips and by the look of the photo, you both seemed to be really enjoying it.

“I took this puppy when I was out for a coffee run.” James admitted, handing the card to you and Tom which Tom eagerly took. 

You both didn’t talk for a couple of seconds before Tom realized you were on live tv. “At least we look hot in this, right babe?” Tom smiled, trying to spin this around so you both didn’t look worse then what you already were. He turned the photo around to show the audience again.

You smiled and passed the card back to James who threw it off stage. “I guess we had to come clean at some point.” You admitted and the audience began to clap and gave small cheers.

“So, how long has the lovely couple been dating?” James asked, trying to get the first scoop on you two.

“One year and seven lovely fucking months.” Tom admitted as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, not scared to show his affection anymore. 

“And any plan for the future?”James inquired. “Do I hear any wedding bells soon?” 

“Honestly, I don’t think Tom and I need a wedding to prove how much we love each other.” You shared. “I’m not sure how a piece of paper and a party could make anything different then they already are. I already love Tom to the fullest extent and everyday I’m with him is a celebration of our love.”

A few awe’s spread throughout the audience and you hear a sniffle from next to you. Looking over you saw Tom trying to subtly brush away tears.

“You're really crying now?”

“What? I’m a romantic just like you said.” Tom laughed. They were clearly tears of joy, and he always tears up during any cheesy scene so you shouldn't have been so surprised. “But, everything she said is true. I don’t think a couple of rings could properly symbolize our love.”

“You two have been spending too much time filming cheesy romantic movies.” James joked. “But I guess it proves how you both were able to convey such a romantic couple! And make sure to check out The Princess Bride starring Y/n Y/l/n and Tom Holland. Goodnight!”

The band played the shows play out a song while you and Tom waved at the camera until you heard someone yell cut.

“It’s been lovely having you both on the show!” James shook your hand then Tom’s. “Can’t wait for the two of you to come back.”

“Thank you for having us!” Tom chided and took your hand as you both walked off the stage.

Leaning into his shoulder and pulling him closer you whispered, “we are never coming back here.”

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[cyphersuna]

1. HUMAN DOGS

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader!mikaelson (Slow burn), derek hale x ex-lover!reader, mcCall pack x platonic!reader, original family x sister!reader, stiles stilinski x platonic!reader (at the moment)

sypnosis; Y/N Mikaelson arrives in a small town with the hope of becoming independent and having a new life but a near accident will turn her plans around and risk them knowing who he is.

Has the war of Original Vampires and Wolves started?

The smallest of the Mikealsons, will she be with a wolf?

Will Isaac accept Y/N?

warnings; none

author’s note: hello baeess, welcome to a new #saturdayofyouaremikaelson!!! I only hope you enjoy this chapter because your emotion excites me and if your emotion excites me, I will be excited to do more chapters to excite you. see you next week 😺

Word count; 1.7k

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YOU WERE ENTERING Beacon Hills while looking at the forest around you which looked spooky, possibly because it was night or they were infested with those human dogs. Possibly both. You still remember the faces of Niklaus, Kol and Elijah knowing that you would live here. You think it was the best thing in the world, but you get it. That your sister, the youngest of the Mikaelson clan, decides to move alone, with no one from her family nearby and in a "city" full of dogs. You would also worry.

It began to be heard on the radio lurk from the neighborhood to which you began to hum it. This century was very different: 16-year-olds look like 18 or 19, their type of clothing... You did not complain, it is better than the clothes of before.

Six teens and two adults appeared out of nowhere to which you stopped. You got out of the car and they watched you from head to toe. One in particular made your blood run cold. Derek Hale...

You sighed and spoke.

"Forgiveness! Are you okay?" You asked, and the bearded one came up to you.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and you start to breathe. Human dogs have to hear it and feel it so they know that you are not something supernatural. Speaking of that title, it's the best series and more daddy Dean. You pulled myself out of your thoughts and looked from left to right to fix your gaze on the dark haired man.

"Me?" He nodded. "Sorry. Do I know you?"

"Don't act, Mikaelson," he snap at and Peter comes closer to both of you. The Good Peter, he was more your brother than the ones you have, well not so much like that but he was like a brother.

"I think you're wrong" you say to see him in the eyes. "My name is not like that" you say playing stupid, well! When you don't? Coming here you thought that Derek and Peter would leave and more because of what happened to his sister who did not doubt that Peter would kill her. But just in case you knew you would have to change your first and last name.

"It's not a name," says the older of the two raising an eyebrow. "What's your name?" He ask.

"Diane Jones" you say pretending to be a little scared. You saw how Derek would glare at you deadly and the teens stared at the scene in confusion. Wow! The redhead's shoes were fantastic.

"What brings you to Beacon Hills?" Asked Peter.

"I came to live here" you respond.

"Alone?" Said the one with black hair, super furious. He looked sexier like that. "Without your parents?"

"Excuse me, but I don't have to tell you anything" You walked back and Derek took your arm tightly and the children approached looking worried.

"You won't leave until you answer." Peter put his hand on Derek's shoulder with a "calm down" look

"And your parents?" He asks calmly.

"I do not have. I'm an orphan" you say looking at your feet. Seriously, you deserve an Oscar for best actress.

"How did you get here?" Peter still asked.

"My uncles sent me here to study and not cause problems" you say looking at Peter.

"Don't li-" Derek says to be interrupted.

"It's not her" said Peter. "Listen" as you said, breathing helps and more if it is accelerated when you feel threatened.

"Can I go?" You asked.

"Yes" Peter says. You walked to your car and your turned it on to continue on your way, when you saw that you were far away you start to laugh. Derek's faces and the wolf children, the banshee, and the humans were gold.

You arrived at your new home. You smiled when you saw that it was normal, not big and not too small. A normal house. It was supposed to be furnished since yesterday. You got out of your car and opened to see the living room, you closed the door and walked into the kitchen and up the stairs. You went into all the rooms and they were perfect and yours was much more.

It was big, being a Mikaelson it couldn't be small. You were already beginning to miss them. Well not all. Elijah and Rebekah's overproduction were suffocating. Also you will no longer be listening "little Klaus" or "little Kol" You're not like them, you just like to have fun. And you like being with them more. Kol and you, hunted and had fun at parties and flirting with people. Klaus gave you life lessons. You were amused by his stories and how could he be so... him. Of your seven siblings, you only loved Kol and Klaus, of course you had your differences: you were friends with Katherine and Klaus hates her, you love the Salvatore brothers with your life and they detest them, even more. You lay down on the bed and you smiled a smile that only bring problems.

Isaac Lahey Pov

"It was her," Derek says, somehow I felt concern and more to see how he reacted when he saw the girl as our age.

"Who is she?" Scott ask.

"Y/N Mikaelson" Peter said calmly.

"And she is...?" Stiles question them.

"She is one of the Originals and Derek's great love," Peter replies.

"Original of what?" Lydia ask.

"From the Original Vampires," Derek says angrily.

"They exist?" Almost all of us say at the same time.

"Yes. And between them the two hybrid of Vampire and werewolf" explains Peter.

"What is a hybrid?" Allison ask to which Stiles responds.

"Hybrids are a supernatural cross between two or more different species. The term is commonly used to describe a werewolf turned vampire, as they were the first type of hybrid introduced to the world. However, since the creation of the werewolf-vampire hybrids, there have been other hybrids of other races in the universe, such as siphons turned into witch-vampire hybrids, werewolf-witch hybrids, among others" he says to finish.

"How do you know that?" Asks Scott.

"I read it when I was trying to find out what you were, but I thought the vampire thing was a lie," Stiles responds.

"A hybrid is more lethal than any werewolf or vampire" Says Derek. "Nature does not tolerate such an imbalance of power. Thus, the warlocks, the servants of nature, saw to it that the wolfish side of Klaus and Y/N Mikaelson are asleep. But they are still a danger.

"Who are the Mikaelsons?" I ask.

"The Mikaelson family is a powerful family whose line goes back at least to the Kingdom of Norway in the late 10th century with Mikael and Esther, a wealthy landowner and a Viking warrior, and a housewife and a witch, respectively. In the early 11th century, the family was deadly until the loss of Esther and Mikael's seventh child, Henrik to a werewolf attack that spurred them to use Esther's magic to turn Mikael and the rest of their living children into the The world's first vampires, from whom all Vampires are descended from the original vampires, are known as the most powerful supernatural beings in the world, but the Mikaelson family is also known to have members who are also witches and hybrids. Among them are two hybrids: Klaus and Y/N. In total the Mikaelsons are eight; Mikael, the father, Esther, the mother, Freya, The first daughter which is only a witch and does not belong to the original lineage, Finn, The second son, Elijah, the third son, Klaus, the fourth son which is the hybrid and is not the son of Mikael but bears his last name, Kol, the fifth son, Rebekah, the sixth daughter, Y/N, the seventh daughter which is not the daughter of Mikael and the last, Henrik, the eighth son. Of these eight only are alive: Freya, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah and Y/N" Derek answers.

''They wasted no time," Stiles says.

"Neither is Esther. Children of different parents" I say smiling. "But how did "first hybrids" happen?

"When Klaus and Y/N first killed after being turned into vampires, they triggered their werewolf gene, which finally reveals the truth of their true paternity to their family: Klaus and Y/N were not Mikael's children but the boss's children of her village werewolf clan, with whom Esther had an affair. Once Mikael learned of Esther's infidelity and realized that her lover's pack were the werewolves who killed Henrik, Mikael hunted down and killed Klaus and Y/N's father and his entire family, igniting a war. Between vampires and werewolves that still exists. Shortly after the Mikaelsons became vampires and learned of Klaus and Y/N werewolves' legacy, Esther was forced to curse Klaus and Y/N to make their werewolf natures lie dormant, so that they didn't bother yet. More to nature by possessing so much power. However, Klaus and Y/N felt betrayed by this punishment, and in retaliation, Klaus murdered his mother and framed Mikael for the act. Understood?" Peter asks and I nod.

"I'm more than sure it's her!" Derek exclaims.

"It has to be her, if you questioned her or just stopped...-Lydia says to be interrupted by Peter.

"It's her Doppelgänger..."

Y/N Mikaelson Pov

You got out of the tub while you were dripping to grab the towel and start drying off. Tomorrow would be your first day in high school, you had never attended one and according to Caroline and Stefan they are very good, also Rebekah go into one and she looks older than you. You wrapped the towel around your body and left the bathroom to go to your room. You dropped the towel while you felt the air all over your body, you took off your underwear from the wardrobe and then put on a loose shirt and some pajama shorts. You go down to the kitchen for some whiskey and you go back upstairs. You arranged your things for tomorrow and left them arranged so that you only had to go...

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Ghost - Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I have a one and a half hour breakfast break because my company does not know how to plan, so I thought I might as well upload this now. I am uploading it through my phone and don't know how to proper edit on tumblr so this might look like a mess. English is also not my first language and I never wrote in it before - please point out any mistakes I might have made. I think this is part one of two.

Word count: 1,997

Paaring: Pedro Pascal crushing on musical!Reader ft. Oscar Isaac

Trigger Warning: age gap mentioned, a lot of jealousy

"Though my heart is broken, it keeps breaking every day." - With You, the Ghost cast album

Pedro didn't hate Oscar. It was quiet the opposite – that guy was his best friend. His amigo in the US of A and the wild life of Hollywood. Working with him on Triple Frontier was a dream come true and felt more like a guys-trip than work most of the time. Both of them were part of the Star Wars universe and if it somehow would have been possible they would love for their characters to meet just to work together a little more.

No, Pedro didn't hate Oscar. Except for two things.

First being that one time when he gave him a Wet Willy during that interview when they were answering questions people seem to type into Google – he still cringed whenever he thought back.

The second thing were you. Not exactly you-you because you did absolutely nothing wrong, but for Oscar's relationship with you. 

What an irony, that Pedro had introduced the both of you. You were a young actress from Europe and after you blew up because of your role in a teen-romance movie you were his partner on the second season of The Mandalorian. Your character had been a fan favourite, came into the show half way through the season and was set to stay at least for a few more episodes in the third season.

You were younger than him. A lot. But that had never bothered you. In every interview you had you were asked how working with “an experienced actor like Pedro Pascal” was like – which he found a little offensive, he might have a little lower back-pain but he wasn't that old – you smiled and answered that age was only a number and you two got along very well. And he was more than glad that you saw it that way.

To claim that he had never crushed on one of the actresses he had acted romance with would simply be a lie, but he was a professional. He never told anyone if he did and he did his best at keeping it a secret and not letting his feelings dominate his brain. But it was different with you. The moment he first saw you he thanked god that you had gotten the role. You were stunning in your very own way. Always kind to everybody – it didn't matter whether you were talking to him, the director or the clumsy intern. You always brought yourself to smile in the morning even though getting up early was like torture to you. You stayed focused on set, even when your nerves were killing you. Having a bad day was tough but you always acted kind and polite. You were perfect. In every possible way. Acting romance was the main job for the two of you and that wasn't only hard because he was wearing Din's helmet all the time. No, the problem was that he wasn't acting. He fell madly in love with you. It wasn't even your character. You were just so damn perfect.

You met a bunch of times outside of work, after the second season had aired and press tour had been wrapped. You got along so perfectly well that he sometimes had to ask himself, if he wasn't being too obvious. Maybe he was. But you never told him to step back or just didn't notice it. You should have noticed it by the time he asked you, what you were doing for Christmas. “Probably watching Netflix,” you had answered. “I am not going home until the new year and, yeah, everyone else is with their families.”

“You could join me,” Pedro had said before his mind had really processed the words you had said. “I mean- I am having dinner with a bunch of friends and, yes, we don't have a no-girls rule and you could join me. Us.” He had never seen something as beautiful as you when your eyes lit up in that moment. You happily accepted. That's how you met Oscar Isaac. Pedro's best friend, who he had never hated as much as in the moment when you were kissing him.

Oscar and you had a lot in common. You both loved Star Wars and were more than happy to discus every single theory about Finnpoe, Din Djaren and your character, the Skywalkers and Baby Yoda – just like you and him had so many times before. You both started by playing theatre – just like he did. You learned Spanish when you were still in school and tried your best to hold simple conversations with Oscar while he tried to teach you more – just like Pedro had. The thing that really connected the both of you and that made Pedro feel invisible were musicals. Sure, he had seen a few but singing was just not his thing. Oscar and you, on the other hand spent hours talking about the motifs in Hamilton, the fate of Gleb in Anastasia, the musical adaption of Heathers, the movie adaption of Cats and the harmonies in Dear Evan Hansen. Pedro loved listening to you. You were the most beautiful when you were talking about something you were as passionate about as musicals. You whole face lit up and you started talking with your hands. As much as he loved it, he hated it. Because it wasn't him you were talking with but mainly Oscar. You both loved singing and sooner or later ended up with his guitar, when the three of you were meeting at Oscar's house, or at your piano, when you were in your apartment. Pedro didn't dare to imagine how many hours you had spent in togetherness singing and acting out scenes. Fuck's sake he shouldn't – Oscar was married after all.

The year after you met some genius decided to bring the musical Ghost to California for a four week run and thought that no couple would be a better fit than Oscar and you. That was solely a PR-gig because the same director was about to host a bigger play the month after the run, but Oscar still accepted. So did you. And that hurt Pedro so much.

You had been doing a few musicals before you blew up as an actress and were just perfect for the role for Molly but Oscar, god, out of all people. He didn't know if he could handle seeing the you being in love. Even if it was just on stage.

The day Oscar and you accepted the part the three of you met up and watched the movie the musical was based on. You were crying half of the time and Oscar was visibly touched too but Pedro hated it. Maybe only because of the thought of you kissing his best friend for at least four weeks – rehearsals additional. He watched you from the corner of his eye and when he saw Oscar lean in you direction, he quickly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in. “You are truly a crybaby,” he mumbled and handed you another tissue. For an hour the world was perfect – you, cuddled into his side while watching a romance.

But it soon got back to the cruel reality when Oscar decided, after the movie ended, the best way to cheer you up was singing Unchained Melody to you.

And now he was standing in the doorway to your rehearsal room in the theatre that you had stared working in a week ago, looking at you somewhat between sitting and laying on the orange couch and Oscar above you. Kissing you. Hands roaming over your body, under your shirt, moving it up. It was like looking at an accident – he didn't want to watch because it horrified him, but at the same time he couldn't look away. His heart was crushing, breaking. And the worst thing was, that the first thing that crossed his mind wasn't, that Oscar is a married man.

“Okay, wait,” you said, pushing him away from you. “Is it weird when I do that?”

“What?”

“That.” You tapped against his side, which was turned away from Pedro.

“Normally not but the audience can't see that because that side of us is turned to the back of the stage.”

Fuck.

That was a stage kiss. You were practising. That was all part of the rehearsal. Oscar wasn't cheating on his wife and you weren't... well, you weren't doing anything at all because Pedro had never made the god damn move of asking you out. It had been almost a year since he first met you at the table reading for the second Mandalorian season and he never said anything. Why did he never say anything? He was such an idiot. He could have slapped himself, hit his head against the next wall. What the fuck was holding him back?

“Hey Pedro! Didn't hear you coming.” Your voice brought him back to reality. Oscar moved off of you and you sat back up again. God, he had been starring. He had definitely been starring.

“Todo esta bien, amigo?”, Oscar asked.

“Yeah... Yeah, sure. I am just not feeling well.” That was an understatement. He was feeling sick. Fucking sick. He couldn't wait for the premiere. You would be so happy and excited while the knot in his throat was growing minute by minute until he was forced to sit through two hours of you and his best friend being in love. Usually he was good at separating the human from the role they were playing but somehow it was not possible for him this time. His brain couldn't and it made him mad and sad at the same time because he wanted to be happy for you. Ghost was a musical you were talking about before. It was possibly a dream come true and a huge opportunity to be selected for the leading role and he should be happy for you. He wanted to support you and his best friend on their project and give them the acting advice, they asked him for – that's why he even came here – but his heart wanted him to turn around and walk right out the door and never come back. Maybe even drink to get the images out of his head. They were nightmare material to him.

“Well, don't get us sick. We only have two more weeks until the premiere.”

“I will let you know once I know how to control sickness,” he snapped back a bit harsher than the wanted to. That's what it was. Sickness. A virus. Jealousy was poisoning his heart.

All he wanted was to be there for you. Because he knew how anxious premiers made you. Everyone kept asking you about how you were doing and you always smiled and said that you were just as nervous as everybody working on the production but that wasn't the full truth. Pedro saw it in the way your smile faded for a split second, once the question was asked. He noticed it when you took longer and longer to reply to his messages. He noticed, that you were a little more quiet than usual when you were out for dinner. Stress-crying was a thing you did and he would bet that you had already have a few breakdowns.

He wanted nothing more than to comfort you. To pull you in a tight hug, kiss your head and tell you that everything will turn out just fine, because you were gorgeous in every way possible. You were intelligent and strong and beautiful – simply amazing. Why did he never ask you out? It was way too late to do it now, wasn't it? You had grown to be something like best friends and best friends don't date each other.

He had shoot his shot.

And you would never be his.

Part two

#I am so sorry #My heart hurts #Pedro Pascal #josé pedro balmaceda pascal #Oscar Isaac #Pedro pascal x reader #Reader #Narcos #triple frontier #game of thrones #Oscar Isaac x reader #At least it is hinted #Star wars #The mandalorian #ex machina #I don't know how to tag stuff #Ronja writes

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Requests are open. I write for a myriad of different characters so feel free to request anyone you'd like to see! I do not write real person fics only for characters that actors and actresses portray. I write NSFW, if you are under 18 please don't read them and also do not interact with this blog. I do x female x male and x gender neutral readers so feel free to request any of them! I prefer to make most of my fluff gender neutral if possible for the story arc so we can all enjoy it together! When submitting a request please don’t be overly vague otherwise I will reject without a response. Please don't give me a duplicate request unless stated before hand, it can be quite obvious if you do us writers talk to each other! Also I reserve the right to reject any request- sometimes they just don’t inspire me. I will almost always respond if I reject a request unless it doesn’t fall under my guidelines. I also take some time to finish requests as I am very busy in my day to day life.

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Actors/Actresses I write for/want to write for:(based off of the works I’ve published, list will expand as I write more)

1) Matthew Gray Gubler: Spencer Reid, Franklin (Beginner’s luck), Raymond Wadsworth (Suburban Gothic), Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

2) Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron, Santiago ‘pope’ Garcia (Triple Frontier), Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina), Blue Jones (Sucker Punch), Laurent (In secret), Llewyn Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis)

3) Pedro Pascal: Din Darin (The Mandalorian), Javier Peña (Narcos), Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier), Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones), Ezra (Prospect), Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

4) Tom Holland: Arvin Russell (The Devil All the Time)

Ships I will not write for:

MGG:

Spencer Reid: Moreid (blocked tag), Heid, Jeid, Spencer x Maeve, Spencer x Penelope

Oscar Isaac:

Poe Dameron: Rey x Poe (for some reason the ship name escapes me)

Pedro Pascal:

Din Djarin: Din x Cara

Hard NOs ⚠️ (this is subject to change)

Domestic Violence (specifically enacted on the reader)

Non-con (I will write consensual non con or dub con)

Extreme Food play (If you want an example on my limits for writing this kink read Georgia Peach- I won’t write food more extreme than this)

Stalker fics

Yandere

Soulmate AUs (Sorry guys it’s not me thing)

Any bodily fluid play besides spit and cum (some blood is fine but only a little- read Helping Hands if you want to get a good idea on my limits for it)

that’s it for now but I’m sure I’ll expand the list

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