#famous!reader

The Drama. 

By your side sits Robert Pattinson as you’re across from the two hosts. 

Smiles wide and relaxed as you answer their questions.

Talking about the film and what audiences can expect. The romantic comedy themes while it delves into something a bit more intricate and darker than one might expect. 

All leading to the little intricate details of your own outfits as part of the press tour. Making Princess swoon at the dresses. 

“And why’re you so happy this morning?” Perlah asks as she stops by her side, eyes flicking to glance at what had captured her friend's attention. “Really, a morning show?” 

Princess says your name, as though it were the only explanation necessary for her delighted state. 

“C’mon Perlah, surely you’ve heard of her,” Donnie interjects, “My wife has been raving on about this movie because of her.” 

“Isn’t it just a rom com about a wedding?” Perlah raises a brow. 

Princess lightly slaps her arm, “It is going to be so much more than that. Not only is it a rom com but it is a rom com staring Robert Pattinson and Y/N L/N. She always adds so much depth to the characters she portrays.” 

As others catch wind of the conversation a small group begins to form as they watch. 

Her eyes drift back on screen. 

“And so with the way you two have been acting you have fans in a frenzy over whether you two are secretly together?” 

“The wedding themes certainly do nothing to quell the rumours, do they?” Robert quips, sending you a knowing glance. This was definitely not the first time you had to field this question. But each time you hoped it would be the last. 

Sitting a bit straighter. “Look, Robert is a great guy I’ll give you that. But he already has an amazingly stunning and wonderful partner, Suki. Who I adore, and if anything I’d be trying to get with her,” you replied. 

“Fair. So this isn’t your typical showmance. Perhaps you can tell us whether anyone else might have wedding bells ringing in your ears?” they continue to probe. 

You internalise the sigh and roll of your eyes that you want to let out. As a graceful smile slips onto your face instead. 

“Fans noticed on your recent couch session with Graham Norton that you seemed pretty cosy with the up and coming singer, Sombr. Any thoughts about that?” 

You can practically feel Robert stifling a laugh beside you. 

At some point the hounding questions into your dating life had become a running joke between you two. Feeling certain that he had made a bingo chart of all the possible people that talk show hosts and journalists might theorise you to be dating. 

They roll a clip of the very show they were referencing. 

With you wedged between guests on the iconic red couch. Supposedly very cosy beside the music guest, Sombr. As you all chat and smile, making your own little anecdotes. Laughing at Graham’s jokes. Adding your own praises for the talented artist, confessing that you at the time were listening to Dime on repeat. 

The hosts send you a pointed look with grins upon their faces as though they had struck gold, “Perhaps you’d like to talk about this?”

“He is a talented singer and I enjoy his music. But I want to make it clear that I’m really not interested in dating at the moment. So you won’t be finding me on the dating scene anytime soon,” you reply, ending with a light laugh and shake of your head. 

Could no one think to ask you of anything other than your love life? It was slowly becoming a drain on your energy. 

….If only they knew. 

That your heart was taken. Kept by the gentle, nurturing hands of a certain young man you had met years ago, in a little town called Broken Bow….

Dana looks at the screen, trying to get a gauge on what has her nurses so distracted, “Why are they asking her all these questions about her love life. Shouldn’t they just be asking her about the movie?” she asked with a deadpanned look. 

“We just want to know that she’s being loved! She’s such a lovely person. If she’s not in love then there’s no hope for any of us,” Javadi explains with a slight dramatic edge to her words, while Princess nods in agreement. 

“Oh she’s definitely on my hall pass list,” Santos nods. 

Whitaker brows furrow at her words, “Hall pass list?” 

Santos clicks her tongue. “You know a list of celebrities that you’d sleep with if given the chance, even if you’re in a relationship. I know your dating life is dry huckleberry, but surely you’ve heard of the list?” 

He lets out a sigh with a small roll of his eyes. 

“I told you, I have a girlfriend. We’re just doing long distance at the moment,” he said vaguely. 

Santos folded her arms, “and I told you, I think you only use that as an excuse to dodge going out”

By all accounts his dating life was dry. 

Throughout the months that he’d been living with her. Santos had not once seen him go out on a date. 

At least none that she knew of. 

To the point where everyone in the ER was fairly certain that the farmboy was most definitely single. 

Even if he claimed to have a girlfriend. For all they knew it was simply a ruse to keep people off his back. 

But there was little proof to show he was in a relationship. 

…Little did anyone know. 

That the very woman they were just fawning over. 

Was the woman that held his heart in her hands. 

His very own sweetheart. 

A secret to the world. But simply each other’s peace and comfort. With nothing to prove. 

“Why are we all standing here? We’ve got patients to see, people to check,” Robby clapped his hands, ushering everyone to move. 

Snapping Whitaker out of his daze. 

Away from his thoughts that drifted to you, and the memory of your hand intertwined within his. 

Of the days when you had both first met almost 4 years ago. 

Of that Summer where the sprawling fields seemed to glow a bit brighter. 

Where the leaves felt more lush and the sky appeared more blue, as the air was laden thick with a sweetness. 

How as the sun dipped down in the sky it felt like the cicadas were singing in tune with his heart. Lying in the fields side by side as you gazed up at the stars. As you confessed the dreams tightly knitted within your souls. 

Words of hope filtering between you both. 

He was there by chance. 

Having returned home for part of the Summer break. As his nieces and nephews clung to him. Whilst he helped his family on the farm. Falling back into a rhythm, one he had come to miss while away studying. 

But there was a distance. 

Silences that stretched too long. 

A gap that just never seemed to bridge between him and his family. 

Always feeling a little misplaced among them. 

As though peering from the outside in, made to feel different from. 

He supposed that as the first to go to college. Let alone the first to study to become a doctor in his family. That the strain between him and his brothers would only worsen with each time he left to study. 

With his parents left to feel unsure about his endeavours. Having never known this pathway before. 

But Dennis’ ambitions didn’t waver. 

Or at least he never showed his hesitations to his family. 

Despite feeling out of place, he loved them.

And then he met you. 

And he realised how much brighter the world could be. How much deeper his love could go. How much acceptance a person could feel. 

Within your embrace you had given him a feeling of home he had never quite felt before. A sense of belonging washing over him as he stood by your side. 

And it all began when his nieces and nephews had insisted on taking him to the movie set filming not far from the town of Broken Bow. 

How they just had to see it. Eyes gleaming with curiosity. 

It was very rare that a film crew would make its way to the rural town. 

So rare that it had become a sort of spectacle amongst the town. 

Some with intrigue and others simply waiting for the ‘city folk’ to leave them in peace. 

From what Dennis had gathered it was a relatively small film. Not quite a superhero blockbuster. No starlets from vogue or actors from the covers of people’s choice. 

He truly wasn’t sure what the movie was about. 

Just that it was using the sprawling fields of Broken Bow, and the water ways up north as the backdrop. 

And that it had made the younger kids of the town flock towards it just to catch a glimpse of the sets. 

It was on this little trip, that he had bumped into you. 

You were sneaking his nieces and nephews some snacks from the cast trailer, you smiled and answered their endless questions. Crouching to reach their height, nodding at their enthusiasm. 

While Dennis trailed after them ready to apologise for their energetic behaviour. 

Only for his words to be caught in his throat at the sight of you. 

You had this presence. 

Unpretentious. 

Patient. 

Charming. 

It had bewitched him entirely. 

And it seemed you had noticed. Giggling softly as you stood before him. Waving a hand in front of his eyes pulling him out of his trance.  

Sticking a hand out you introduced yourself, as he shook your hand softly, but with an eagerness he couldn’t conceal. 

You flashed him a smile. Bright and kindly. 

Refreshed by his honest nature. 

So unlike the people you met daily back in New York. 

So unlike the guys that had looked upon you as though you were only there as decoration. Those men that had leered at you, never knowing when to take no as an answer. Or simply too self centred to even listen to a single word you said. 

His willingness to listen, his attentive nature and humbleness made you drift towards his company. 

That first meeting eventually spurred on into him showing you around town. Finding time to spend it with you. Days exploring what Broken Bow had to offer. From early morning sunrises, to sitting side by side watching as the Summer sun set in the sky, burnt oranges illuminating the fields. 

You had savoured every moment together. 

Together you found a balance. 

In a world where all anyone had ever done was speak over you both. As they questioned your dreams, hopes and ambitions. You two had created a space for one another. 

A space that allowed you both to breathe. 

You made him feel as though he could come out of his shell, to peel back the layers of himself as he revealed his innermost thoughts. 

The doubts he had never once voiced before. 

How he loved what he was working towards. And how that didn’t stop the fears which settled alongside his ambitions. 

All while you held his hand. 

Steady and true. With an open ear and open heart. 

You had made him feel wanted. 

And he had made you feel safe. 

Seen. 

Desired. 

From the moment he kissed you. 

Under the expansive twinkling lights of the stars, on a balmy evening where the cicadas rang out. While your fingers entangled with the soft curls of his hair, as he pulled you softly against himself, arms wrapped around you.  

In this town where very little happened. 

With less than 4000 people. 

You had found a person, a beautiful young man, who had made your heart feel full. Who had you seeing stars as he kissed you sweetly. 

Then all too soon, the Summer was coming to an end. 

Your movie had started to wrap up, and Dennis was due to return to college. 

All too soon your world was starting to feel like it was crashing down on you. Not wanting this to end. Not wanting this romance to be a fleeting moment in your life. A passing memory. 

So you had intertwined your pinky finger with his, however childish or naive it was, you had made him promise to keep in touch. 

To make this last. 

In response he placed a soft gentle kiss upon your intertwined fingers. Before pulling you into his arms as he hugged you tightly. 

“Promise that when you become some superstar doctor you won’t leave me behind,” you had whispered softly. 

As he murmured in response, with just as much conviction, “I would never. I could never leave you behind. I love you.” 

Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek with a grin, eyes full of love, “If anything, you’re going to be the superstar, with the world at your fingertips” 

“Maybe someday…” you smile softly, in admiration of his belief in you. 

Sighing in his arms. “I love you. And I’ll always be happy with you, kind, sweet, you.” 

You make the long distance work. 

With you in New York, while Dennis continued his studies. You persisted in your relationship. 

Through rough patches and rocky roads. You always came through for each other. 

From late nights spent talking endlessly on the phone. To being just a simple presence on the other side of the call, as you went over lines and he poured over his medical notes. 

With weekend trips interspersed throughout, whether that was you visiting him or him visiting you in the city. 

Savouring each second within his grasp. 

He is there for all your big milestones. Supporting you every step of the way. 

Words of encouragement drip from him like an endless fountain, even as your belief wavers. He never fails to make you believe in yourself. 

And when that movie you had filmed all those months ago in Broken Bow finally gets released. 

It became a hit. 

As doors that were once closed now fly open for you. Stepping into spaces you had once dreamed about. Had once told Dennis all about. 

You become a rising star. 

He makes note of each big moment in your career. Filing them away for you to one day reminisce over. From magazine clippings, to interviews documented in the papers, to snapshots of you on talk shows, and photos from your press tours. 

He is proud of each and every development in your career. 

Just as proud as you are of him. Unwavering in your support of his work. You are the loudest to cheer as he graduates. With the widest smile spread across your face as he beams back at you. 

You both felt extremely lucky to have each other by your sides. Cheering each other on. 

You exchange letters. As he sends you love notes and pressed flowers. And you send him thoughtful gifts, new pens, stationary and books as he studies diligently. 

You once asked him why he sent you love notes. Rather than simple texts or messages.  

Without even missing a beat he had told you it felt more intimate. It felt special. Knowing that somewhere, hours away from him, in a different city, you would be there holding his words in your hands. 

The very proof of his love for you. 

Beating strong. Despite the distance. 

Soon your fame grows more and more. 

To the point where you have to be a little more conscious of what you say. Of where you go. Of how you’re seen. 

As people grasped onto anything they could. Pulling theories out of thin air. Making edits of you alongside whoever else they deemed you should date. From costars to even passing figures in your life. 

There was a huge focus on your personal life from your fans, to speculative journalists. All narrowing in on your love life. 

The last thing you had wanted to do was put Dennis in an uncomfortable position. 

In a position where he would be flooded with attention and pressure he shouldn’t be under, just because of your career. You wanted to preserve his privacy. 

And selfishly you wanted to keep him to yourself. 

A little slice of paradise all for yourself to enjoy and bask in. He had loved you long before you were famous. Loving you deeply, to the point where it felt there was no end to his love. 

And he knew you loved him just as fiercely. 

Never feeling unsure in his position in your heart. Knowing that at the end of every day he was yours, just as you were his to care for. 

As he kept you to himself, a little secret that didn’t need to be shouted out to the world. Not needing approval or attention. All he wanted, no, needed was you. 

“Hey love,” your words carried over the phone. Lying awake in bed as you stared up at the ceiling, the phone settled on your pillow as it was on loudspeaker. 

Dennis’ soft voice echoes around your room, laced with a tiredness, “Hi sweetheart, what’re you up to?” 

“Nothing much, just wanted to hear your voice” 

A smile spreads across his face at your words, while you hear a faint typing come through the phone, “Are you studying?” 

“Yeah, just writing up some notes from the day. Things I want to remember from next time”

“Don’t let me keep you then–” 

“-No. No. It’s ok, I missed your voice too,” he cut you off, almost panicked that you would hang up. Following up quietly, “Tell me about your day, how did filming go today?” 

And so you rambled on, in the peaceful hours of the evening. As he talks about his own day and all he’d done. Until soon you fall asleep from the sound of his voice. Soothed by him. 

With every word of affection you had spilled to him. 

From even the most mundane of things. He felt loved by you. 

You had pulled him out of the shadows of his comfort zone and made him believe in himself, to become bolder. Confidence growing within him. 

If only just to match your energy at times. 

With more and more people chasing after you to star in their next film, their next show, project, or even stage play. 

You gained more autonomy over your career. No longer having to say yes to everything. Now more able to be selective with your choices. 

And with that flexibility you had also warranted yourself some time to visit Dennis, all the way in Pittsburgh. 

Coming off the tail end of your press tour, having flown all across the country. Even going to London for further events, all in order to promote your film. Brushing shoulders with the stars of Hollywood, as cameras flashed in your face. Figure drenched in finely tailored looks, purposeful and pristine, all to convey the story of your film. 

You were more than ready to have a little break. 

To simply hold Dennis in your arms once more. Having craved him from the moment you let go of him last. 

Too impatient to wait. 

You leave the airport to travel straight to PTMC. Not wanting to wait a moment longer.

No longer decked in designer clothes. 

Just dressed casually, with an effortless grace. 

You make your way through the crowded waiting room, while everyone focuses on themselves. Unaware of who you are. Doing your very best to keep it that way. 

You come up to the window, you spoke softly with a kindness in your eyes, “Hi, I’m here to visit Dennis Whitaker” 

The woman nodded, “Is he expecting you?”

“No, I’m just an old friend stopping by to say hi,” you explained a little vaguely. Hands twisting a little from nerves. 

“Oh, I can take her, Lupe,” A woman spoke up from behind as Lupe nodded in agreement. 

Smiling, as you get brought through the doors, met by the woman from before. 

“I’m Cassie,” she greeted you. 

“N/N,” you stated your nickname. You didn’t need to make it too easy to recognise you. 

“So you’re an old friend of Whitaker’s?” she asked. Observing you, you seemed familiar. 

Like a face she couldn’t quite place. Despite the normality of your clothing or your casualness. There was a touch of something more than emanated from you. 

“Yeah, I’m actually his girlfriend.” You confessed. 

Her eyes widen a fraction, “So you are real” 

Furrowing your brows at her words, “You didn’t think I was?” 

“We hadn’t seen a photo of you before, so a few of us weren’t sure what to think of it,” she shrugged. “Not that I was one of them, but a few of the others mentioned it” 

“Well I am definitely real,” you smiled. Understanding the assumption. 

And then you stop in place, eyes locking onto the very man that made your heart skip a beat. Watching as he walks away from a patient’s bedside, as he looks up. 

Eyes meeting yours from across the room. 

And the biggest smile splits across his face. Tired eyes lighting up at the sight of you. As though the very presence of you had revitalised him. 

Pace quickening, almost tripping over his own feet, hands tugging off the latex gloves tossing them away, as you walk just as briskly to meet him in the middle. 

All thoughts fading from your mind. Simply just wanting to feel his touch. 

Barely inches from each other, eyes locked, cheeks hurting from the way your lips are pulled into a wide smile. Genuine as it does nothing to hide your glee. 

“Hi love,” your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, thumb gently caressing his cheek. 

Leaning into your hold, he closes his eyes at the touch of your hand. “Hey sweetheart”

Biting your lip as you admire him now, how his scrubs fitted him. Hair tussled from the day, curling slightly at the edges. Honey brown strands that you reach for. Soft as you pull him towards you. 

Lips catching his, feeling the plushness of his lips, the slight chapped texture as it melds against yours. 

You hum in contentment. Before pulling away to simply tuck your head against his shoulder. 

“I missed you,” you whispered. 

Pressing a soft kiss to your head he smiled, “Missed you too”

It felt as though the movement all around you had come to a halt. 

The eyes of his colleagues peering at him. At the little moment of bliss that had unfolded before their eyes. 

“What the fuck?” Santos’ words sliced through the air. 

Confusion crossing the features of many around the room. 

Dennis’ eyes snap open from the words. A sheepish grin forming on his face, as heat rises to his cheeks. His hand intertwined with yours. “C’mon let’s go somewhere a little more private”

Teasingly you quip, “I just got here and already you want to get me alone, what would your mother say”

Your words only make his blush deepen, as he shakes his head at your accusations whilst you giggle lightly. 

Your arm coiling around his, as he guides you to the breakroom. Only to be trailed after by his coworkers. 

“You’re not getting away that easily, huckleberry.” Santos notes as she follows after him, while Javadi and Princess follows suit. 

“Was that Y/N?” Mel asks Langdon while they stand at a nurses station. Watching as you and Dennis pass by.

Eyes flicking up to follow her pointed finger, Langdon’s own eyes widen a fraction, “Good for Whitaker,” he offers. 

How he had managed to snag you was beyond Langdon’s imagination. 

“Hey where’s everyone going? We’ve still got hand offs to go through,” Robby calls out with a raised brow, as Dana settles in beside him. 

“Whitaker’s girlfriend came in,” Mohan replied. As she herself begins following everyone else. 

“And?” 

“And she’s the Y/N, as in the very famous actress everyone pines over,” Donnie whispers to them. Not wanting to alert the patients. 

“And you know this, how?” Dana asks amusedly. 

He purses his lips, “I told you my wife is a big fan. Do you think she’d be open to giving me an autograph? I just know my wife would flip if I got that for her”

“You might have to get in line, seems like everyone wants to meet Whitaker’s girlfriend,” Abbot slides into the conversation, jabbing a finger towards the growing crowd outside the breakroom. 

“Don’t tell me you know who that is too?” Robby sends him an arched brow. 

Shrugging, “She’s in some pretty cool films. The kid’s got game to pull her”

“Yeah, or he’s been bestowed some incredibly good luck,” Ellis adds as she leans against the bench. 

“Good for him,” Dana replies.

“And good for me, means I win the bet,” Shen grins widely. With a cheeky glint in his eye. 

They all scoff a laugh at his words. Shaking their heads at his unseriousness. 

Santos stands before you both. 

As you’re seated in the breakroom, his hand still entwined with yours, softly caressing the back of yours with his thumb. While you lean your head on his shoulder. Relishing being able to be by his side. 

Javadi and Princess by her side as they observe the both of them. 

A lovesick look adorned on both your faces. Glowing from happiness. 

“Explain” 

It made no sense. 

How was Dennis Whitaker.  

Huckleberry. 

Her roommate. 

Dating one of the most famous actresses at this point in time? 

It made no sense at all. 

Minds racing from thoughts at how this could be. 

How the very person who was just on TV, supposedly in a secret relationship with whoever the media speculated about from high profile actors to heartthrob musicians. 

Was in fact, dating her colleague, her roommate, her friend?

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you ask sweetly, “Do you want me to explain, or do you?”

“I like the way you tell it, sweetheart,” he murmured back. Enamoured by your presence. 

Turning back to the crowd forming before you. 

“I love him, and he loves me, simple as that”

Princess interjects, “That is in no way simple.”

“C’mon we have to know more, I mean this is Whitaker we’re talking about,” Javadi states. 

While Dennis’ brows furrow slightly at the insinuation. Only for it to melt as you only snuggle closer into Dennis’ side. “We’ve been together for 3 years now–”

“-almost 4,” he murmurs. 

Nodding, “Almost 4,” looking back at them, “There’s really not much else to say” 

“Why him?”

“Why not?” you retort. “Have you seen Dennis, this man has been working on a farm since he was a boy. He is ripped with a heart of gold beneath those scrubs”

Dennis rolls his eyes at your words. With a small chuckle escaping his lips. Feeling flushed by your compliments. 

Turning to gaze at him. “Besides, he’s only ever loved me for me. Not for anything else.” 

“I love you too,” he replied gently. Those words he never held back in telling you. 

Turning to each other you hear his friends comment, “These two are way too cute to be real” 

“Surely she’s under some sort of spell,” Santos states, looking to you, “Hey blink three times if you need help”

Laughing, you reply, “I promise this is real and not just some weird stunt.” 

Grinning as you add, “Dennis might’ve also mentioned some sort of list and me being on it”

Santos’ eyes widen as she shoots Dennis a scalding look of betrayal. 

“I’m flattered. But unfortunately I’m happily taken” 

“Well that solves that question,” Princess shrugs. 

“So who do you think won the bet?-” 

“Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain~” The tune of Shen singing out enters the room. 

“Yeah, I wonder who,” Santos replies sarcastically. 

Finally left alone you bury your head into his neck, as he holds you firmly against him. “Your friends seem nice”

“I think they were just a bit caught off guard”

“Were you surprised?” you asked. 

“Most definitely,” he maneuvers slightly to press kisses upon your cheeks until they are pressed firmly against your lips. 

Letting out a sigh of content, pulling apart just barely. 

“How long do I have you this time?”

“Two weeks until I need to get back,” you say sadly. 

Nodding, with a sad smile, “Well, let’s enjoy it while it lasts.” 

Loving Dennis wasn’t difficult. 

Being loved by him was easy. 

But being kept apart. That was a hurdle you never quite seemed to get used to. 

Just waiting for the day when you could simply go back to your very own home, together. 

But for now, you’d wade through the struggles of long distance. You’d dodge the prying eyes of the media. 

However that didn’t mean you had to hide it from Dennis’ friends. 

Slowly letting more and more people into your little bubble. 

Even if they were completely baffled by how. 

It was endearingly sweet to witness.

The way you were both completely besotted by each other. 

Content to simply bask in each other's embrace. 

As the chaos and noise of the world faded away.

Being brought back to that moment beneath the starry night skies and chirping cicadas. 

Where Dennis had first kissed you all those years ago. 

A moment you’d cherish forever. 

Keeping it tucked within the memory of your heart. 

Alongside so many other memories by his side. 

Hoping to make many more. 

And Dennis was all in.  

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought about this little story. This was a really fun idea to explore. (I may have gone overboard with fluff but whatever. I also used The Drama and put the reader in place of Zendaya, she just felt like the right vibe to emulate) Feel free to send in other requests if you have something in mind 😊

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They launched from the pit lane like a bullet from a cannon. Tom’s scream cracked before they even hit turn one.

“OH MY GOD?! YOU DIDN’T EVEN COUNT ME DOWN!”

“You said you wanted the full experience!” YN shouted back over the engine, laughing maniacally as she hit a perfect apex.

“I MEANT THE TOUR! NOT A DEATH MISSION!”

“Tom, this is me going easy on you.”

By lap’s midpoint, Tom was gasping like a fish, body flung around by every brutal corner, eyes wide like he’d seen the multiverse collapse.

“You’re insane,” he wheezed.

YN grinned behind the visor. “Say that again when we hit the hairpin.”

He screamed again.

When the car finally stopped, Tom yanked off his helmet with trembling hands and unsteady legs. His curls were wild, his voice hoarse, and his pride shattered.

“I’m never doing that again,” he said. Then, quieter: “…unless you drive.”

YN gave him a slow, smug high-five. “Passenger princess behavior. Love that for you.”

user: tom was SOBBING by turn 2 and i love that for him

user: the way she said “passenger princess behavior” BYEEE

user: someone check if his soul left his body on that hairpin

MICHAEL B JORDAN

“Be honest,” he said as he slid into the passenger seat. “You gonna drive safe or try to impress me?”

YN turned slowly, lips curving into a smirk under the helmet.

“Would it impress you if I almost made you cry?”

Michael chuckled, cocky and unbothered. “You wish.”

They launched.

Two corners in, the cockiness began to crack.

“Okay—wait—YOU’RE REALLY GOIN’ FOR IT, HUH—”

YN grinned. “What’s wrong, Creed? This not fast enough?”

“You tryna kill me or flirt with me?!”

“Can’t it be both?”

By the time they hit the back straight, Michael was gripping the seat like it had wronged him in a past life.

He tried to say something—probably flirty, probably dumb—but YN swerved into a hard brake before he could finish.

When they finally stopped, he stumbled out, laughing through sheer terror.

“I’ve never been so scared and so attracted to someone at the same time.”

YN just leaned casually against the car, peeling off her helmet.

“That tends to happen.”

user: passenger seat got turned into a confession booth

user: she had him stuttering by turn 3 LMAOOO

user: the way he flirted and she brake-tested him 😭

HAILEE STEINFELD

“You always drive this reckless?” Hailee asked, slipping into the seat like she owned the car.

YN gave her a crooked grin. “Only when there’s a pretty girl watching.”

She rolled her eyes. “Try not to kill me. I’ve got a movie coming out.”

“You dying in my car is the promo.”

They launched. And Hailee? Didn’t scream.

She laughed.

Every sharp corner, she leaned into it like a wave. Every gear shift, she smirked like she was thriving.

YN was… stunned. Slightly intimidated.

“You’re really not scared, huh?” — “Nope. I’ve dated worse drivers.”

“Damn. Wanna date me next?”

Hailee snorted. “Try again after the cooldown lap.”

They pulled into the pits with hair whipping, eyes sparkling, and matching smirks. The garage crew looked at them like they’d just walked out of a heist.

Hailee slipped off her helmet. “That was fun.”

YN blinked. “…You’re terrifying.”

Hailee winked. “You started it.”

user: hailee was unfazed and flirty and i’m obsessed

user: they’re girlfriends now don’t argue

user: hailee got her giggle + her girl. legend

SABRINA CARPENTER

Sabrina walked toward the paddock like she was on the Met Gala carpet. Pink heels, sunglasses, glossy lips, not a strand out of place.

YN, leaning on the car, whistled. “Didn’t know this was a red carpet lap.”

Sabrina didn’t even flinch. “Didn’t know you’d look this underwhelming in person.”

“Oh she’s mean,” YN said with a grin. “I like it.”

Once buckled in, Sabrina tapped her nails against the dashboard. “Just so we’re clear, if I die, I will sue. But I’ll do it gracefully.”

YN cracked her knuckles. “You’ll die fabulous. Promise.”

They launched.

Sabrina screamed. Like a full-on scream.

“YN, SLOW DOWN RIGHT NOW—”

“I’m just doing the warm-up lap.”

By lap two, she stopped screaming and started laughing—hard. “This is absolutely the stupidest thing I’ve ever done—do it again.”

YN whipped the wheel into a chicane. “You good back there, Barbie?”

By the end, Sabrina’s hair was a wind-blown mess, lipstick slightly smeared, heels in her lap—and she looked happier than ever.

“That was insane. You’re evil. Marry me?”

YN grinned. “I thought you were suing me.”

“I’m complex.”

user: not sabrina going from “i will sue” to “marry me” in under 2 laps

user: “you look underwhelming in person” had yn smirkingggg

user: how do i third wheel this energy

PEDRO PASCAL

“Okay, mi niña,” Pedro said gently as he got in. “You promise not to kill me?”

YN grinned, helmet under her arm. “No.”

He laughed—but you could hear the anxiety behind it.

As she pulled out of the pit lane, he braced the handlebar like his life depended on it.

“Okay. Okay. We’re doing this. This is great. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

The moment they hit 290km/hr? He squealed.

Like squealed, then cleared his throat and tried to act macho.

“Dios mío—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

They hit a high-speed corner and Pedro let out a strained “WHEEEEE,” voice cracking.

“You sounded like a kettle,” YN laughed.

“Shut up, hija del diablo—”

Mid-lap, he finally let go of the handle and actually started laughing for real.

“You’re terrifying,” he said.

YN smiled. “And you’re into it.”

Post-lap, he was a sweaty mess of leather and cologne, leaning on the car like his knees forgot how to function.

YN handed him water. “You survived.”

He took it, winked. “Barely. If I die tonight, it was worth it.”

user: “you sound scared” “i’m not scared” bro was definitely scared

user: yn had him giggling like a high school crush

user: my latino father is now in love with a race car driver help

you smile brightly, clapping you hands together. "thank you! im so excited to be here," you exclaim.

"im so excited to finally have you here, oh my god," alex states, and you nod in agreement. "yeah, this is for sure a long time coming," you respond, adjusting in your seat to get a bit more comfortable.

"so, you got back from your world tour a bit over a month ago i believe, how are you feeling?" she asks, her tone seeming genuinely interested.

"im feeling really good. i've honestly just spent the last month sleeping in to like, 11, and catching up with a bunch of friends i haven't seen for a while, so i cant really complain," you giggle.

alex hums. "thats seems really nice. tell me, are you the type to go crazy on tour? like, i feel like usually the response is pretty mixed. sometimes you get people who go out every night in the cities they stop in, and sometimes you get people who literally only leave the hotel room for the show."

"oh yeah, you hear all about that," you giggle lightly. "i honestly feel like i'm a mix. i travelled a lot when i was younger so i mean i'm not terrible with dealing with jet lag, but also just traveling within itself is kind of exhausting," you state, whilst alex nods in agreement.

"but, you know, my goal is to always try and go out in every city we go to, whether thats out to a bar or a club or just like, a nice dinner," you answer. "with drinks, of course," you add in as an after thought, throwing a quick wink.

alex laughs. "no, i get you. for me im like, if im in fucking amsterdam or paris or some shit, what do you mean im not going out? like of course i am!" she exclaims through laughter.

your eyes widen in agreement. "right! like who knows when you'll be there again? might as well push through."

"exactly," alex agrees, slapping her hand down on the arms of her chair. "now, everyone knows you enjoy a good cheeky song with a little...allusion or reference to sex, which we are all about on the call her daddy podcast," alex claims, earning a sheepish laugh to fall from your lips as you breifly cover your face with your hands. "oh yeah, of course," you reply through laughter, taking your hands away from your face.

you dont turn your head, but you feel the eyes of a certain someone on the side of your head, and you dont have to look to know exactly who it is.

you all the sudden felt hyper aware of his presence in the room, and willed yourself to push it out of mind and focus your attention solely on alex and the questions.

"so i thought it would be a good idea for us to play a little game, where maybe we can get into that a bit" she announces, picking back up her topic cards.

you hum in response, sitting up straighter. "ok, sounds harmless," you say, pushing your hair off your shoulder a bit.

"ok, perfect. now tell me, have you ever played truth or drink?" alex asks, causing you to groan through laughter, a hand coming to your forehead. "oh god, yes. i take it back, not harmless."

alex laughs. "dont worry, we wont get you too drunk. ill be nice," she promises. you let out a "phew" and you cross one leg over the other, watching as someone on alexs staff walks into frame, with a bottle of titos and 2 shot glasses.

alex looks to you. "you like vodka, yes?"

you nod intently. "oh yes, love vodka."

alex laughs. "great, maybe you'll be having some today," she jokes, whilst you suck in some breath for comedic effect. "sorry in advanced."

"ok lets get into it. we'll start easy. what was your favorite tour outfit?" alex asks, looking up from the cards at you.

your eyes find the cieling in thought. "um, probably the night one london outfit? i really liked that blue bodysuit," you answer.

alex gasps. "ok yes, good choice. so hot," she says, and you giggle a bit, letting out a thank you. "are those uncomfortable at all? they look like they take an army to put on."

"they might as well take an army," you giggle. "but, i mean, definitely not as comfortable as sweats, but you get used to it."

alex nod. "ok, makes sense," alex shifts in her seat, getting comfortable. "alright, next question: what is your favorite song to preform?"

you hum in thought. you think back to tour, and one specific memory comes to mind.

he tosses you a plastic water bottle. "good show," he compliments casually, causing you to beam.

"thanks. yeah it felt pretty good out there, energy was high, huh?" you reply, taking a long sip of the water.

he nodded, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "mhm," he hummed, leaning his elbows on his thighs, "i specifically like that song you played in the middle of the set...blankin' on the name."

you hold back a blush, knowing he was talking about xo (aka, the song about him). you act nonchalant, crossing a leg over the other. "xo?" you ask.

his lips tilt up. "thats the one."

you hum, nodding a bit before looking away to avoid eye contact, getting a bit bashful. then you remember you conversation with emma before, and a sudden burst of confidence ran through you. you turn back to face him, playing with the hem of your short dress. "what about that one do you like?" you ask a bit boldly.

rafe blinked. "the dance is fun." he replies after a beat.

you hold back a blush at just the thought of that whole encounter with rafe after your miami show.

"probably xo. that ones always fun," you answer, feeling hyperaware of rafes intense gaze on you.

"ugh, i love that song. its just so fun and flirty, it literally feels like having a crush," alex gushes.

you laugh lightly. "im glad, that kind of how i wanted it to feel," you respond. "preforming that one is super fun, because the whole thing is like kind of a joke and poking fun at it, because i mean the lyrics are just, kind of comical and teenage-like, but i still get to look hot and all that, so its all works out."

"totally. now, for this next question, going off the book here, can i ask who inspired that song?" she asks with a big smile, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

you bite your lip, a bashful smile on your lips, turning your head to make brief eye contact with rafe before playing it off by looking at the camera.

rafes gaze is just as intense as you thought it would be, but yet his lips were quirked up in a small smirk.

you sigh, the smile remaining on your face. "guess im pouring myself a shot," you say, leaning over, doing exactly as you say.

"im not letting you take it alone," alex exclaimes as she pours one for herself, eliciting a laugh out of you.

you both throw back the shots, a brief look of disgust on your face as you swallow it down, before slamming it back on the table.

"alex coopers getting me drunk," you giggle into the mic, earning a laugh from alex.

"well at least were getting drunk together," she states.

she continues grilling you, causing a couple more shots to be tossed down, as well as some minor secrets to spill.

"ok, last one because i want to move on to other stuff. but, im sure your aware of different rumours that circulate about you," alex starts, causing your eyes to widen as you nod intently in agreement, "but i think we need to get to the bottom of this one particular one."

you smile nervously. "oh god, ok," you say, giggling a bit, feeling anxiety weighing down on your chest.

"so, theres some conspiracy on the internet that you and your bodyguard have some sort of relationship going on. can you confirm or deny?"

there it was. you probably should've known it was coming, and maybe you did deep down, given you had seen the edits, and the slideshows of the two of you together on tiktok.

you hide your head in your hands, laughing. "oh my god," you laugh, sitting up straighter and turning your head over to rafe, margaret, and emma, all of which had very different expressions.

margaret seemed a bit surprised, yet amused, given she had no clue about you and rafe, and if she did, trust that it would be a big problem. emma eyes were wide, she seemed a bit startled, a bit nervous for your answer. she was who you usually went to about rafe, her being one of the only friends you have in LA that you truly trust not to tell anyone else.

rafe eyes widdened a bit, and he wore a surprised expression. his expression was a bit serious, as if he was interested in how you would respond.

your turn back to alex and she throws you an amused look. "no escaping it!"

you smile back at her, laughing along. "that true," you respond, putting your media training to use. "no, no its not like that" you take a deep breath, laughing gently to cover up your desire to just tell the truth. "i've been seeing that for a while now, but um, yeah no nothing other than professional. obviously a great looking guy but we would both never go there. hes great at his job, and a great friend, but no. no relationship or secret affair or anything like that," you laugh as if your amused by the rumors, as if you find the idea of you and rafe itself funny.

alex nods. "ok, there you go," she turns to the camera, '"you heard it here guys, there is no secret affair with the bodyguard," she jokes, and you laugh along, though it feels fake.

you cant find it in yourself to look at rafe again that whole interview, feeling his intense glare on the side of your head the whole time. you knew obviously you couldn't just confirm you and rafe right there on the podcast, especially because you didnt know what you and rafe even were, and rafe knew that too. but still, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

after the interview wrapped up, you gave alex a big hug, the two of you making plans to go out sometime soon. emma walked over to you, her eyes widening a bit, silently acknowledging what happened earlier with the rafe question, and you nodded.

god, you felt ridiculous. you all the sudden felt angry with yourself. what the hell am i doing? i should've been able to meant what i said, me and rafe shouldn't me doing this.

but you couldn't help it. rafe just had that pull on you. you really, really, liked him. like, an embarrassing amount.

you walk out of alexs house in the middle of margaret and emma, the former raving about how well that went, whilst the latter nodded along in agreement. you stayed quiet, your eyes focussed on rafe in front of you, silent as he lead you all to the car.

the ride home held that silence. at least, between you and rafe. the two women in the back continued to discuss the interview, asking for an opinion from you every now and then, to which you would turn over your shoulder and throw a small smile, coming up with some bullshit response.

for the most part your eyes remained out the window, feeling yourself instinctively looking at rafe from the corner of your eye.

you were confused. i mean, did he really expect you to admit the two of you were a thing? and thing is a loose term, given you had absolutely no idea what you even were. he would've lost his job, whatever the two of you had would be over. was he actually mad?

after dropping both emma and margaret off at their respective homes, it left just you and rafe it the car.

"rafe-" you start softly, attempting to break the silence.

"not," he interupts, pausing, "not right now."

the clench in rafe jaw told you he was pissed, so despite yourself, you bit your tongue, knowing it was best to let him cool off as much as possible. when you finally walked inside your house, you sigh softly as you watch rafe instantly walk into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, leaning his back against the counter.

you bite you lip as you follow him, standing in the entrance of the kitchen, observing him. "r'you gonna tell me what has you all annoyed?" you ask, your tone slightly frusturated.

his stare is hard but he clenches his jaw, visibly trying to keep his composure. "nothing, everything's fine"

you let out a huff of breath. "rafe, c'mon. you know i had no choice."

rafe shakes his head, letting out a scoff. "no, no, you had a choice, you always have a choice." he spoke quietly, yet dangerously

you scoff as well, crossing you arms, feeling yourself getting defensive. "really? tell me, tell me all of these infinite choices i had," you ask sarcastically. you felt a little bad for getting all sassy with him, but you felt the need to defend you actions.

he purses his lips. "you could've taken the shot," he says.

you huff out a bitter laugh. "its the same thing."

he shook his head. "no, its not. and you know that."

his words left you quiet. you knew he was right. knew you could've just taken the fucking shot, you didnt have to answer the questing, but you panicked. panicked at the thought of loosing this with rafe, whatever it was, however dysfunctional and flawed it was. at least it was something.

"yeah," you say quietly. "yeah, i know."

you also knew that this was deeper than him being a little frustrated by how you answered the question. he wasn't really mad about that, you knew that. he, just like you, were fed up with the hiding, the secrets.

it's silent for a moment between the two of, before you let a rare flicker of vulnerability come to surface.

even though you felt the most yourself around rafe, you still fought to keep you walls up. the chances of shit hitting the fan were high, you weren't stupid.

it was like two sides of you were fighting - one side fought with all its might to attatch itself to him, to let you succumb to him, whilst the other fought for distance, fought to build back the walls that kept tumbling down.

you wondered if he felt that same internal battle, every moment you were with him.

"i dont want to loose you," you murmur out in the moment of weakness, eyes flickering up from the floor to his, the two of you sharing a look of understanding.

he nodded. "i know, kid," he murmurred back, a softness in his eyes you dont think you would ever get used to seeing.

you take a few small strides towards him, eyes remaining on his until you stood directly in front of him. you look down, your hands slowly sliding into his. you felt him looking, felt his hand tightening a bit in yours, squeezing three times to get your attention.

you lift you eyes back to his, feeling a strange knot in your throat. sometimes, you really really hated how much you liked him.

rafe eyes searched yours, and a small smile founds it way to his lips. "we're good, just..." he sighs softly, his eyes closing for a moment as his forehead fall forward, meeting yours.

"just hate this," he whispers.

you knew what he meant. the secrets, the pretending, the holding back, the fighting, the tears, the lying - you hated it too.

but your need for him far outweighed that hate.

you nodded in agreement, yours eyes fluttering shut as well.

"yeah. but y'know what i dont hate?"

"hm?" rafe hums questionably.

a mischievous smile found your lips, your eyes opening again. "sushi.

rafe chest rumbles with quiet laugher, eyes opening as he shakes his head in amusement. "ill order," he states, squeezing your hands again before dropping them, walking towards the home phone.

you bit your lip, holding back the wider smile threatening to break out, and let out a content sigh.

things with rafe may not be have been perfect, and possibly never will be, but for now, you were ok with staying in the shadows with him.

Lights flash and cameras shutter as you walk up the red steps of The Met Gala entrance hall. Celebrities are everywhere, paparazzi calling their names as they walk by, posing for pictures. You have a share of your own attention, hoards of men and women holding cameras up to their faces shout your name, and you turn towards them, smiling and waving as the flashes go off.

You're a mainstream model, definitely well known, but by no means a Kim Kardashian or Taylor Swift. Hell no. You're slightly lower, at like Jennifer Lawrence's level of popularity, and you honestly prefer it that way.

Making your way through the enormous tented hall, various media companies stop and ask you for interviews, but none catch your eye, until her.

Smiling, you recognize her hair before you even see her face, and suddenly you're standing up a little straighter, a smile playing on your lips as Alysa Liu makes her way over, a microphone in hand.

"Oh my gosh, hi- of course," You say, a soft laugh slipping out as she grins up at you, gesturing for you to follow. She's shorter than you thought, but you can't help but notice the way she moves like she's meant to be here. "I'm like obsessed with your Olympics free skate performance," You add, a little more casually than you feel.

She glances back, surprised- really surprised- and it makes something warm fill in your chest. "You watched it?" She asks, almost disbelieving.

"Yes! Are you kidding? I've watched it like an embarrassing amount of times," Just weeks before, you'd been holed up on your couch with your best friends, ice cream in hand, as you watched Alysa both on your TV screen and edits of her on your TikTok, both of you giggling about how you'd totally get with her if you could. Your entire FYP is practically just Alysa's edits. And you definitely aren't mad about it. "You're kind of hard to ignore, you know," You add, teasingly, but you can't help but notice the way her cheeks turn slightly red.

"Honesty, I forget that like half of America watched it," She mumbles, positioning you in front of the camera set up, her hand brushes yours slightly, just enough to send a jolt of electricity through you. "Okay, you ready?" Shifting from her flustered, giggling persona, she's calm and serious now. More masculine yet feminine in a way you'd only seen in her performances. You'd definitely be lying if you said it didn't slightly turn you on.

Nodding at her, Alysa gives the cue to start the cameras up.

“So,” Alysa starts, glancing down at her notes before looking back up at you. “What inspired your look tonight?”

You hum, pretending to think, but your eyes stay on hers. “Honestly? I think I was going for something that would get your attention.”

She blinks, caught off guard, a small laugh slipping out. “My attention?”

“Did it work?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“…Yeah,” she admits, quieter this time, before clearing her throat and turning slightly toward the camera again. “Yeah, I’d say it did.”

“Um, uh," She flits her eyes down at her notes again, clearly distracted. "Who are you wearing tonight?”

"Versace," You nod, leaning in slightly.

She holds eye contact for a second too long before asking the next question. “How are you feeling walking into a room like this tonight?”

"Definitely nervous," You laugh, motioning to all the paparazzi surrounding you. "But honestly, it's the people that make it better. Just being able to have that human connection sort of grounds me in a way."

Nodding, she goes to read the next question off her list, but you're quick to ask your own before you can even think.

“Okay, wait, what about you? You can’t ask me that and not answer.”

Starting to protest, you hold a finger up, shaking your head. "What would you ask me if you weren’t on camera?”

She stops for a second before answering, smirking up at you. "For your number to be honest."

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That interview was one of the best and worst things you possibly could have done that night. One, the woman is a fucking smokeshow, and your small crush morphed into a giant one after seeing her in person. Two, you have a giant crush, and you don't have her number.

The cameras cut shortly after Alysa asked for your number, which you stupidly didn't reply to, only brushing it off as if she was joking. She was just joking, right?

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Wrong. You're soooo wrong.

You can't even see her face as she buries her tongue inside your pussy, her tongue working in a smooth rythum, gently circling your clit while her hand pumps in and out.

"Ohmygod yes," You mumble, your chest heaving as she hitches your leg further onto her shoulder. Thank fuck for single-stalled bathrooms at the Met.

The utter sound of her fingers bottoming inside you is fucking insane, filling the bathroom along with little breathy sounds.

"Fuck baby," She moans, the sound guttural and delicious against your sopping center.

Her pace quickens slightly as her hands scissor inside of you as she pulls out, fast to dive right back in again. You feel your core tighten, that familiar feeling rising as you grab her hair, tugging.

The two of you are an absolute mess by now, her dress gone, her nipples swollen and pink from the attention you gave them earlier, both of your hair tousled from the pulling, and your makeup messed up. Her face and neck are covered with lipstick marks, your body is adorned with teeth imprints, and the familiar blooming of hickies.

Cum drips down your legs and onto her face as you cry out, your orgasm falling through you.

A/N: I did actually rewrite this a couple times cause it was hard to figure out what made sense. But I enjoyed writing this, wish it was longer but it's fineee. Im probably not starting the next chapter till the weekend starts cause im pretty busy the next couple of days.

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