summary: Having a crush on a certain blonde curly-headed boy whom your co-star happens to know who has been secretly trying to set you up together... And meeting him at your movie premiere
pairings : walker scobell x fem!reader
word count : 2.2k
a/n : sorry i haven't been writing as much... it was mostly because of school, thank you for the request!! the title has no correlation to the story but i thought it would be nice because reader is in scream..
You’ve had crushes before.
They usually come and go quietly—passing interests, fleeting admiration, the kind that fades the second real life demands your attention. This one doesn’t.
This one lingers.
Walker Scobell exists on your phone screen more often than you’d ever admit out loud. In interviews you swear you’re watching for “industry awareness.” In press clips you tell yourself are just background noise while you fold laundry or wait for your food to reheat. In fan edits you scroll past slowly, pretending you’re not rewinding the same three seconds where he laughs and ducks his head like he’s embarrassed by his own charm.
He’s funny in an unforced way. Awkward without trying to be. Warm in a way that doesn’t feel curated or polished or manufactured for cameras. You’ve noticed the curls, obviously. The laugh, obviously. The way he presses his lips together when he’s thinking, like he’s trying not to say the wrong thing.
It’s just a harmless celebrity crush, you tell yourself.
Unrealistic. Distant. Something that exists safely behind glass, separated from you by schedules, teams, and the kind of industry walls that don’t usually crack.
Except now you’re starring in the seventh installment of scream—one of the biggest horror franchises of the decade.
And Aryan Simhadri—your co-star, your friend, your personal menace—is sitting three feet away from you on set.
And he knows Walker.
The set around you is cold in a way that seeps through layers. Marble-polished steps curve up into looming archways, the walls painted in stormy shades of grey and blue, like the sky right before a bad omen. Everything smells faintly like fog machines and coffee that’s been reheated one too many times.
Horror films are funny like that. All tension and fear on camera, all waiting and quiet between takes.
You’re sitting on the edge of one of the steps, costume heavy on your shoulders, boots scuffed from hours of standing in the same place. Scream VII is huge. People grew up with it. People have opinions about it. People will absolutely have opinions about you.
Aryan drops down beside you, shoulder bumping yours easily, familiar.
“You’re smiling,” he says.
“I’m allowed to smile,” you reply without looking at him.
“You only smile like that when you’re thinking about something you shouldn’t be.”
You sigh, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the rigged lights overhead. “I hate that you know me.”
“I love that I know you,” Aryan corrects immediately. “And I definitely love that you’re thinking about Walker again.”
You groan, tipping your head back. “I’m not.”
“You absolutely are.”
“It’s just a crush,” you insist. “A very unrealistic, very unimportant—”
“A very obvious celebrity crush on walker,” Aryan finishes, grinning.
You drop your hands over your face. “Please stop saying his name out loud. On a set. Where sound carries.”
Aryan laughs, completely unbothered. “Relax. I’ve known him forever.”
You peek at him through your fingers. “I know. Percy Jackson. Two seasons. Maybe even a third. You’ve told me.”
“Good,” he says. “I’d be offended if you didn’t remember my resume.”
“I remember,” you mutter. “Unfortunately.”
He turns his head toward you, eyes lighting up with an idea you already hate.
“Which means hypothetically…I could text him right now.”
“No,” you say instantly, dropping your hands.
“Hypothetically,” he repeats.
“I would simply pass away.”
Aryan studies you for a second, like he’s weighing something. “You’d survive.”
“You don’t know that.”
He pulls out his phone anyway.
You glare.
“I’m not doing anything,” he says innocently. “Just… catching up.”
Your mouth opens to argue, but someone calls your name from across the set. You’re needed back on your mark. Another take. Another scream. Another perfectly timed reaction.
You stand, brushing off your costume, but your brain is already spiraling.
Because if Aryan is texting Walker?
That makes him real.
That night, you’re curled up in bed, lights off, laptop balanced precariously on your knees. A compilation from an old Percy Jackson & the Olympians press tour plays quietly, volume low enough that it won’t wake anyone.
Aryan pops up in more than one clip—standing next to Walker, laughing at something off-camera, leaning into the conversation like they’ve done this a hundred times. The familiarity between them is obvious. Easy.
You pause the video.
You’re being ridiculous.
Your phone buzzes.
Aryan:you up?
You sigh.
You:yes unfortunately
Before you can send anything else, your phone starts ringing.
Incoming FaceTime: Aryan
You answer, already suspicious.
His face fills the screen, too close to the camera, poorly lit like he didn’t plan this at all—which somehow makes it worse.
“Hey,” he says. “Quick question.”
“Why do you look guilty.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
He glances off to the side. “So. Hypothetically.”
“Oh no.”
“If I were to accidentally press the add-to-call button—”
Your screen splits.
Walker Scobell appears.
Your soul leaves your body.
“Oh—hi,” Walker says, clearly mid-thought, eyes widening when he realizes who he’s looking at.
You stare at the screen, heart slamming against your ribs. “Hi.”
Aryan freezes. “Wow. Technology is crazy.”
“You did this on purpose,” you whisper.
“Define purpose.”
Walker laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“No,” you say quickly. “It’s okay. I just… wasn’t expecting it.”
“Same,” he admits. “But—hi.”
“Hi,” you repeat, quieter.
Aryan watches the two of you like he’s witnessing a masterpiece. “Well,” he says, “since we’re all here—this is my favorite crossover episode.”
Walker snorts. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You love me,” Aryan says. “Anyway, I’ll mute myself.”
He does.
He does not hang up.
Walker shifts slightly, clearly nervous now that it’s just the two of you speaking.
“So… Aryan tells me you’re filming the final movie.”
You nod. “Yeah. Still doesn’t feel real.”
“Scream meant a lot to me growing up,” he says honestly. “No pressure or anything.”
You laugh softly. “Oh, I’m already crushed by the pressure.”
That makes him smile—genuine, warm, unguarded.
“Same,” he says. “Different projects. Same feeling.”
The call doesn’t last long. It’s gentle. Careful. Just enough to make your chest ache when it ends.
Aryan finally drops off the call, grinning like he’s just won a bet.
A few days later, your phone lights up again.
✆ Walker is calling…
You sit up instantly.
You answer.
“Hi,” he says. “I hope this is okay.”
“It is,” you reply. “Hi.”
“This time, Aryan isn’t here,” he adds, sounding relieved.
“Thank god.”
He laughs. “I wanted to talk again. You were really easy to talk to.”
Your heart flutters. “You too.”
You talk longer this time. About filming nights that stretch too late. About growing up on sets. About how surreal it feels when something you love becomes something people expect things from.
By the time the call ends, you’re smiling at your dark screen.
This is no longer hypothetical.
Walker does not do subtle things.
He tries. He really does. But when he likes someone—really likes someone—it shows in the way he asks too many questions, in the way he pretends not to care and then absolutely does.
And he has liked you for months.
It starts quietly. Aryan mentions you one night, casually, like it’s nothing.
Walker hums, half-listening at first, scrolling on his phone. But then Aryan adds, “She’s in the new Scream movie. The seventh one.”
That gets his attention.
Walker looks you up out of curiosity. Just curiosity. That’s what he tells himself.
Then he watches an interview. Then another. Then a clip from set. He notices the way you talk about the franchise like it’s something you respect, not just a credit. The way you answer questions thoughtfully instead of rushing to sound impressive.
He notices that you don’t feel unreachable.
“So,” Walker asks one day, trying to sound casual, “what’s she like?”
Aryan looks at him over his phone. “Why.”
“No reason.”
“Uh-huh.”
Walker asks more questions after that. If you’re nervous about the movie. If you like crowds. If you’re seeing anyone. He pretends they’re random. Aryan pretends not to notice.
Eventually, they’re on FaceTime late one night, Aryan sprawled across his bed, Walker pacing.
“You like her,” Aryan says suddenly.
Walker scoffs. “No, I don’t.”
Aryan raises an eyebrow.
Walker sighs, shoulders dropping. “…Okay. I do.”
It’s not casual. It’s not just because you’re pretty or famous or part of a big franchise. It’s the way you talk. The way you listen. The way you seem grounded in something that can so easily make people float away from themselves.
So when Aryan suggests the “accidental” group FaceTime, Walker agrees instantly.
He practices what he might say. Then forgets all of it the second your face appears on his screen.
After the second call—the one Walker starts himself—there’s no pretending anymore. He replays it in his head afterward. The way you laughed. The way you didn’t rush him. The way the conversation felt easy instead of forced.
By premiere night, Walker is genuinely terrified.
He stands just inside the theater entrance, suit neat but collar adjusted for the tenth time, hands fidgeting despite his best efforts to look calm. The building hums with energy—voices overlapping, cameras flashing, the low buzz of excitement that comes with something people have been waiting for.
Aryan stands beside him, infuriatingly relaxed.
“You’re going to be fine,” Aryan says.
Walker swallows. “What if it’s awkward?”
“It won’t be.”
“What if she doesn’t like me in person?”
Aryan looks at him, expression softening just a little. “She already does.”
Walker’s heart jumps. “She—really?”
Aryan smiles. “Trust me.”
Before Walker can ask anything else, the atmosphere shifts. The noise grows louder. Camera flashes speed up. Someone calls your name from the entrance.
Walker looks up.
And that’s it.
You walk in beside Aryan, confidence effortless, dress dark and sleek, perfectly fitting the moody tone of the franchise. You look like you belong here—like the lights were waiting for you.
But when your eyes meet Walker’s, your expression changes.
Softens.
Recognition. Surprise. Something warm and unmistakable.
Love at first sight is supposed to be dramatic.
This isn’t.
This is quiet. Immediate. Like everything clicks into place without asking permission.
Aryan subtly steps away from both of you, pretending to check his phone like he hasn’t orchestrated this entire moment.
Walker takes a step forward before he can overthink it.
“Hi,” he says, voice softer than he means it to be.
You smile. “Hi.”
Up close, it’s even easier than FaceTime. His presence feels grounding, familiar, like the calls were just previews for this. Like the distance was the only thing missing.
“You look amazing,” Walker says, then immediately winces. “Sorry—that was probably—”
“Thank you,” you say gently. “You look really nice too.”
The tension drains from his shoulders instantly.
“I’m really glad it’s you,” he admits quietly.
Your heart skips. “Me too.”
You end up walking the carpet together without planning it. It just… happens. When photographers start calling out, asking for pictures, Walker looks to you first—always checking.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
You nod. “Yeah.”
He steps closer, not rushing, just enough. Your arms brush. The photo is taken.
Later, it’ll be everywhere.
People will call you the IT couple. Say it’s soft launch energy. Say it looks like the start of something straight out of a movie.
Right now, it’s just you and him, smiling a little too much, hearts beating a little too fast.
Inside the theater, you sit side by side. The movie plays, but neither of you is fully focused on it. You whisper comments under your breath. Share small smiles when a scene lands particularly hard.
At one point, Walker glances over—and catches you already looking at him.
He smiles.
You don’t look away.
When the credits roll and the lights come up, Walker exhales like he’s been holding his breath all night.
Outside, the crowd thins. The air cools. The noise softens into something manageable.
Walker slows, then stops walking entirely.
“Hey,” he says.
You turn to him. “Yeah?”
“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” he says. “I didn’t want to do it over FaceTime. Or rush it.”
Your pulse picks up.
“Okay.”
He takes a breath, steadying himself. “Would you want to go out with me? Like—after this. No cameras. No expectations. Just… us.”
You smile, warm and certain. “I’d love that.”
The relief on his face is immediate. “Really?”
“Really.”
Before either of you can say anything else, a black limo pulls up smoothly beside the curb, like it’s been waiting for its cue.
Aryan reappears out of nowhere, beaming. “Your ride,” he announces proudly.
Walker laughs under his breath. “You planned this.”
Aryan grins. “Of course I did.”
The limo door opens. Walker looks at you, suddenly shy again. “Ready?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
He offers his hand—not flashy, just hopeful. You take it.
The door closes behind you, shutting out the rest of the world. City lights blur past the tinted windows as the car pulls away from the theater, from the premiere, from everything loud and overwhelming.
Walker leans back, glancing at you with a soft smile. “Tonight was kind of unreal.”
You nod. “In the best way.”
The limo turns the corner, disappearing into the night—toward a date you don’t need to see to know is going to be perfect.
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Summary: When a smile escapes during an interview, your social media goes crazy with every interview you give afterward. And in the end, to your surprise, you actually manage to catch his attention and win the hat at the end of a concert.
Warnings: English is not my first language, so I'm sure it has many errors. It's a pre-romance. The character's last name is Aguileira because I wanted to, so if you don't like it, invent something in your head. Comments are always welcome and your vote is very important!
this is poorly written
I had a lot of fun writing this and lately Joe has been on my mind in an INSANE way, so I thought it was worth publishing this here. Kisses everyone.
You can find the part 2 here ELECTRIFIED PIECES
And here's my Masterlist.
ELECTRIFYING
Adjusting the microphone on me, the recording assistants left the stage area. I shuffled through the papers they handed me and smiled at the camera when recording started.
— Hi, my name is S/n Aguilera and you’re watching Preview with Fans Questions.
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— What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened since becoming famous? From Elisiah_jil.
I read it out loud while looking up, thinking.
— Um… probably being recognized on the street, Elisiah. I’m not that big or well-known, but sometimes I’m like… at the grocery store and I feel watched, and when I look—yeah, I actually am.
I grab the next card and read it out loud.
— What advice would you give to someone who wants to pursue acting? From lovebun. Lovebun. Funny.
I chuckled softly.
— Probably don’t give up. The hardest part is getting out of that stuck phase. After that, it’s still hard—but it’s important to just say… screw it. Do it anyway.
I answered, placing the card on the floor.
— Is there anyone you’re dying to collaborate with in the future? From Sarahaddams.
My laugh came out loud and my smile reached my eyes.
— Definitely. There are so many people I’d love to work with, Sarah. There are directors whose work I absolutely love, like Wes Anderson, among others, and several actors whose work I really admire.
I switch cards.
— What do you do when you’re not working? From Nick01.
I read a lot of romance novels, Nick. Sometimes I try to improve on the guitar… which goes very slowly. I work out too—it helps me a lot.
I smile, shrugging.
— What song are you obsessed with right now? From Phantom4ever.
First of all, that username made me sad. Second, I need my phone because I don’t remember song names.
I looked at production, who nodded, letting me grab my phone as I kept talking.
— I know two songs I’ve been listening to constantly. Fly and—
I look up, trying to remember, then smile and shake my head.
— Gap Tooth Smile, by Djo.
— Joe Keery?
Someone asked behind the cameras.
I drop my phone onto my thigh and bring my index finger to my teeth, biting lightly as I confirm with a mischievous grin that makes the backstage crew laugh.
— Uhum. Joe. Joe. Joe.
I mumble, smiling widely without looking at the camera.
— Next. Julie and the Phantoms is never coming back? Unfortunately, that was a personal decision from Netflix. They didin´t want us anymore.
I sigh.
— What’s your type of man? From Alicia.
I laughed when I read it and bit my lower lip.
— I never really noticed before, but lately I’ve realized that guys who play instruments attract me. Because, well… they… they know how to play their guitars well.
I said, feeling my cheeks heat up as people laughed.
— That’s all for today, guys. Kisses.
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comments:
@previewwithfans
🎬 New episode is up!
S/n Aguilera answers fan questions and… yeah. That escalated quickly.
@elisiah_jil
SHE ANSWERED MY QUESTION I’M NOT OK 😭😭😭
@lovebun
“Lovebun, funny.”
okay but I’ll never get over this
@nick01
Romance reader + guitar + workouts = main character energy
@phantom4ever
SHE SAID DJO
SHE SAID GAP TOOTH SMILE
I CAN DIE PEACEFULLY NOW
@sarahaddams
WES ANDERSON??? imagine her in a pastel color palette PLEASE
@juliephantomsbr
“Julie and the Phantoms is never coming back?”
why would you hurt us like this on a Tuesday 😭
@cinemagirll
the way she smiled when they said Joe Keery…
I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
@strangerthingsfan
“uh. Joe Joe Joe.”
EXCUSE ME???
@indiefilmsdaily
She’s so effortlessly funny. Not trying too hard, just vibes.
@guitarb0y
“guys who play instruments”
ok deleting my personality and buying a guitar rn
@softcelebs
she’s not badly media trained
she’s REAL-media trained
@filmnerd_97
this interview felt like a conversation, not a script. Loved it.
@admin_preview
We will not be commenting on the Joe Keery situation at this time.The podcast studio was bigger than I expected.
Low lighting, walls covered with acoustic panels, and that undefined smell of old coffee mixed with expensive equipment. I had expected something less intimidating and more intimate.
A dark leather couch sat facing the table, with the microphones already positioned.
I adjusted the pendant on my necklace for the third time when Maxine appeared beside me, the tablet pressed to her chest like a shield.
— Okay — she said, in a tone far too calm for someone who had clearly already run through ten crisis scenarios in her head. — Before we start, quick rules.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled.
— Maxine, I promise I won’t declare eternal love to anyone live.
She gave me a long look.
— That wasn’t what I was going to say… but thank you for bringing up that possibility.
— Maybe I will, then.
I huffed a laugh and crossed my arms.
— Go on.
She slid her finger across the tablet screen.
— They’re laid-back, but they like honest answers. Nothing too rehearsed. If you don’t want to answer something, you can joke and dodge. No controversy, no dates, no specific names.
— No specific names — I repeated, raising an eyebrow. — You’re taking away everything I have.
— If you’re going to use names, be smart.
I tilted my head, thinking.
— Any surprise questions?
Maxine hesitated for half a second. A terrible sign.
— Maybe about your career, creative process… and personal life. But nothing invasive.
— “Nothing invasive” is a very relative concept for podcasts, I murmured.
She smiled sideways.
— Trust me. And remember: breathe before answering. You do that when you’re nervous.
A producer approached, headphones hanging around his neck.
— Two minutes, S/n.
I nodded and took a deep breath. The ambient noise felt louder now: footsteps, muffled voices, the faint hiss of microphones being tested.
Maxine rested a hand on my arm.
— It’ll be fine. Be yourself. People like that.
I looked at her, a half-smile forming.
— That’s exactly the problem.
She laughed softly.
— It’s your greatest strength.
The hosts appeared on the other side of the studio, waving enthusiastically. One of them gave a thumbs-up.
— Ready?
I walked to the couch, feeling the cold leather under my hands as I sat down. I positioned myself in front of the large microphone and took a deep breath.
— Ready.
The red light turned on.
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— Funny how “balance” has become rare — he commented. — It seems like people either want to be carried… or want to carry someone.
The other host chuckled softly.
— And that doesn’t really have much to do with age, right?
— I don’t think it has anything to do with age. A guy can be fifty years old and act like a teenager. I think the point is acting like a man without needing to prove anything to his buddies.
Both of them widened their eyes at me. I kept my lips pressed into a straight line. Maybe I was giving too much of an opinion about men on a podcast hosted by men.
— But that’s my opinion.
I added quickly, glancing at Maxine, who was watching me with her eyebrows raised. Was that good or bad?
They exchanged a quick look — less shock, more “okay, that landed.”
The British host smiled slightly.
— That was very clear. And honestly, it’s an opinion a lot of women have nowadays but don’t say out loud.
The American host nodded, resting his forearms on the table.
— And very honest, which is rare.
He gestured lightly.
— When you talk about acting like a man without needing to prove anything… that’s maturity. And maturity doesn’t always come with age.
The British host followed naturally:
— Which brings us to another conversation that always shows up, even when no one plans it…
He tilted his head.
— Age differences.
— Does that matter to you? Or does it depend much more on the person than the number?
The atmosphere stayed attentive, no pressure.
— I don’t mind, as long as it’s healthy.
They looked at each other again, now with that “okay, we get it” expression.
The American raised his hands in surrender.
— Alright, rephrasing before we get cancelled.
The British host cleared his throat, holding back a laugh.
— Top three men — he said theatrically careful — you wouldn’t mind having an age gap with.
He raised an eyebrow.
— Hypothetical. Public. Family-safe.
— No explanations needed. Just… names.
The American added, already laughing:
— We promise not to get you in trouble.
— That’s a lie. But we’ll try.
— I can’t do that.
I smiled, my cheeks flushed.
Both reacted instantly — but in different ways.
The American opened his mouth, feigning shock.
— You can’t?
He clutched his chest dramatically.
— This has never happened on this show.
The British host laughed quietly, leaning on the table.
— We’re being silenced.
I said, half-smiling with amusement, and he shot a quick glance toward Maxine before looking back at me.
— But okay — he conceded, raising his hands. — Let’s take the elegant route.
The American leaned forward, genuinely curious now.
— Not names. Characteristics.
— What would those three men have in common for age to simply… not matter?
— Well… usually dark-haired, maybe a mustache — not mandatory — and, wow, I don’t know, you might find my answer boring but whatever, I’m the guest…
I said, speeding up a little and smiling peacefully at the end, sinking back into the chair.
— If he’s there for me when I need him, without making me feel like I’m… bothering him or anything. If he’s fourteen years older than me but that’s the case and I want it — I accept.
I said, raising my hand as if swearing an oath.
The studio reacted instantly.
The American let out a low “oh—” while laughing and shaking his head.
— Okay, first of all…
— Fourteen years was very specific.
The British host smiled to the side, resting his elbow on the table.
— And said with impressive confidence.
— Zero hesitation. Zero guilt.
He gestured in the air.
— But the point wasn’t the number. It was “without making me feel like a burden.”
The American nodded, more serious now.
— That’s someone who knows how to be present without making you ask permission to exist.
— That’s the point.
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comments
@cinemalover21
“‘Without making me feel like a burden’ was the most mature sentence I’ve heard on a podcast this year.”
@beardagenda
Dark-haired, maybe a mustache…
👁️👄👁️
noted.
@functionalmenclub
FUNCTIONAL MAN IS CANON
no more “but what if you want something else?”
@latecoffeeplease
“If he’s 14 years older… I accept”
SHE SPOKE WITH HER CHEST, NOT WITH FEAR.
@softchaosgirl
Loud family > quiet internet
very Brazil-coded 🇧🇷
@britaccentbias
The hosts trying to stay composed while being lectured on emotional maturity >>>>
@podcastclips
This whole episode was therapy disguised as casual conversation.
After the last podcast I went to, my social media was exploding and there I was in
yet another interview, which now felt much more comfortable.
The room was smaller, with fewer people, and everyone there was
— Hello! Today we have a very special guest. We’re going to talk about everything: projects, routine,
personal life… everything! easy to communicate with me.
The host and director of the segment that would be released on YouTube spoke from behind the camera,
where I was framed with a white background behind me.
— It’s great to be here.
I say quietly but audibly, with a shy smile on my face. All eyes on me
always made me like this until I felt comfortable enough to make jokes.
— What are the next projects you’re excited to show?
— Lately I’ve been connected to some roles and I think soon I’ll be able to share
the news that I think most people will like about a literary adaptation that is
coming.
— How do you take care of your hair? Any secret hair care?
— I always use heat protectant and lots of hair oil.
I answered, touching my hair and now smiling at the camera with a whatever face.
— What’s your exercise routine? Gym, yoga, running?
— I try to run 3km every day and I do Pilates three times a week. To make up for
everything I eat.
I shrug.
— What’s your favorite food?
I open my mouth and smile, biting my lip.
— Probably parmegiana.
— Relationship status?
— Single.
I make a face while looking at the camera as if they were pulling
a prank on me.
— Have you watched Stranger Things? Who’s your favorite character?
I raise my eyes to the camera and to the people behind it and smile while letting out
a low, frantic laugh.
— I love the…
I bring my tongue to my left canine while smiling, not looking at the camera.
— Murray. He’s funny.
— Which apps do you use the most in your daily life?
— Letterboxd, Spotify and TikTok. I should stop using TikTok.
I add.
— What books are you currently reading? Any favorite?
— I’ve been reading the Chestnut Spring saga, my favorite at the moment.
— Joe Keery… a lot of people are asking you about him, what do you have to say?
I let out a loud laugh and cover my face with both hands. I smile at
the question.
— You are horrible people.
I shake my head negatively and shrug.
— I don’t know him and he probably doesn’t know about my existence in this world.
I laugh a little, lowering my head.
— Why do you think that?
— I know he doesn't read comments, that deprives you of seeing a lot.
I said, shaking my head slowly.
— I know a bit about his work and I don’t know anything about his life besides the fact that he makes some songs that I like and that Steve in Stranger Things is a very well-performed character. He seems like someone nice and who gives good hugs. That’s my perspective on Joe Keery. That’s all I have to say.
— Favorite song or artist you can’t stop listening to?
— I’ve been listening to Noah Kahan a lot, I’m obsessed with the vibe of wanting to live
that his songs convey.
I sigh, getting excited just thinking about his songs.
— A self-care moment you never skip.
— Sleeping.
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@Atlasos
GUYS SHE ALMOST SAID STEVE 😭
BUT CHOSE MURRAY IN THE END 😭😭😭
@Maxliah
GUYS SHE GOT ALL BLUSHED WHEN THEY MENTIONED JOE 😭😭
@Midwestbul
GUYS SHE ALMOST FAINTED BY HERSELF
“he seems like someone nice and who gives good hugs”
MY GOD, IMAGINE THEM TOGETHER 😭💀
@MillieAvailable
Okay, but she knows he doesn't read the comments…
@sarahaddams
IMAGINE HER THINKING OUT LOUD BEFORE SAYING MURRAY
blush level: MAXIMUM
@chaosheart
I JUST… SHE WANTS THOSE HUGS, GUYS
“good hugs”
IMAGINE THE TWO OF THEM, I AM NOT READY
@indiefilmsdaily
so unbothered, so casual, but the PAUSE THO… so cute
s/nfanbrasiloficia
Her pause + lip bite + smile = me melted
@djoismyreligion
gap tooth smile supremacy continues
@blushqueen88
I AM NOT OK
SHE FULLY GAVE THE BLUSH WHEN THEY MENTIONED JOE
@blushoverload
SHE SMILED JUST FROM TALKING ABOUT HUGS 😭
MY GOD, IMAGINE THEM TOGETHER IN A REAL HUG 💖
@joehint
Her: “I don’t know Joe…”
Also her: smile + nervous laugh
GUYS, SHE GAVE IT AWAY 😳
@joekeerypls
Okay guys, Joe just showed up in the chat and we already have the reaction… she’s all blushed.
@Williow
Guys, her trying to keep her composure and giving away all the blush at the same time
JOE KEERY DOESN’T EVEN KNOW 😭
I was sitting in my armchair, the phone to my ear, waiting for Maxine to answer.
— Hey! — her voice came in excited. — Have you seen it? Djo started a live out of nowhere!
— Okaaay and…
— Don’t play innocent, I know what’s going through your head.
— Nothing is going through my head, Maxine!
— Don’t go in, it’ll cause an uproar.
— No way — I said quietly. — I’m just going to watch from another account… but from what I’ve seen here, people are going crazy, at least there are sane people saying that he doesn’t even know I exist.
— Oh my god… — Maxine let out a loud laugh. — Guys, he’s just playing guitar and you’re freaking out!
— I know — I confirmed, smiling.
Djo started a live playing guitar. He doesn’t say anything, he just plucks the strings with that calm of his, focused on the music. I lean back into the chair, looking at the screen, and I can already see that the chat is chaos.
💬 Live comments:
@Cece_92: guys, she just talked about him in the interview 😭
@felixt: he doesn’t even know she exists lol
@softvibes: ok but she said he seems like he gives good hugs, my god imagine that
@viewrr21: did she mean she wanted those hugs? 😳
@gapgab: he’s just playing, but you swear he’s feeling the energy of what she said
I laugh, covering my mouth with my hand:
— These people are crazy… he probably doesn’t even know who I am, poor thing. And there’s a bunch of crazy people saying things he doesn’t even understand.
comments:
@joeloverfan: hey, he’s just playing guitar, but you’re mentally shipping him with her
@moviebuff99: “good hugs” guys, did you hear that?
@softchaosgirl: imagine the two of them together, I can’t 😭
@blushqueen88: HER SMILE IN THE INTERVIEW GAVE EVERYTHING AWAY, HELP
Comments
@Julie:
Has anyone gone through her TikTok reposts!!!!!! She is totally down bad for Joe!!!!!!!
fangirl_92:
OMG she’s struggling with the guitar 😭 Joe should teach her already
softvibes:
she literally is his vibe, I can’t handle it 😭
randomviewer21:
wait… is she saying she can’t play guitar? Joe Keery could literally fix this in 0.5 seconds 😳
indiefan88:
okay but her energy = his energy. she just gets it, why is this legal?
joeloverfan:
hey, can someone ask her if Joe knows she’s out here struggling with the guitar? 👀
↪️ @s/naguileira:
I’m sure he’s busy enough playing for the world!!!
blushqueen88:
she’s literally sitting there like “I’m struggling” and I can already imagine Joe smirking somewhere… kill me now
↪️ @s/naguileira:
giirrllll, lol. I’m sure he’s smirking for another reason rn.
cinemagirll:
the vibe, the guitar, the red light… this is so Djo-approved I can feel it 💀
moviebuff99:
can someone ask her if Joe would approve her finger placement on the chords? I need answers 😭
softchaosgirl:
guys… she’s literally the person who could sit next to him, guitar in hand, red lights around, and he’d just exist happily
nick01:
she said struggling… Joe Keery should slide into her DMs and help her out. I’m screaming
↪️ @s/naguileira: 🙋
fangirl_93: question for her: “would you let Joe teach you guitar if he offered?” 👀
↪️ @s/naguileira:
I would never make him waste his time because my fingers are too short to reach the chords properly 🤷
@s/naguileira; That sounded a lot like a vivid Noah Kahan song in my drunken mind at that moment.
Comments
@fangirl_92:
omg, she’s literally living in a Noah Kahan song 😭😭
@Margie:
THAT VIBE 😭 I can hear the chorus in my head just from this pic
@Sofievibes:
idk, Joe is too old for her.
@randomviewer21:
wait… did anyone else get “that sounded a lot like a vivid Noah Kahan song in my drunken mind at that moment”? 👀
@joeloverfan:
hey, Joe, you seeing this? she’s literally channeling your playlist energy
@indiefan88:
her aesthetic is screaming “Joe Keery would vibe with this” 💀💀
@Bbpearls:
me imagining her with Joe in the driver’s seat of a car like this… I can’t 😭
@djotime:
🚗💨🎸 sunset vibes, very radical, almost tubular, but also… my brain hurts 🤯
↪️ @s/naguileira:
Almost? How dare you? That’s art, Keery 😔
@Marty:
the way he’s vibing weirdly with your post is everything
@3LLMai:
I need a thread of him explaining why his brain hurts while calling it tubular
@Pri:
can we talk about how his brain hurting is somehow adorable?
@nick01:
Joe Keery out here inventing his own aesthetic rules 👏
@Jules:
She´s definetly a shifter!
The theater’s low, pulsing lights made everything feel a little more intense. The sound of the crowd mixed with the deep bass that announced the show was about to start.
We came because one of my friends is obsessed with his music. So it was me, three friends, and two guys — all excited and with that first-row nerd expectation. We bought the tickets, got into the crowd, and I quickly realized that, even trying to blend in, some people started to recognize me. I adjusted my black skirt and fixed my red top as we passed by a few people. I heard a scream from a little way off and turned over my shoulder to see what was happening. Then, two girls came running toward me, eyes wide.
—OH MY GOD!
One of them screamed, barely able to breathe from excitement.
I stopped where I was and smiled at them, trying not to look scared or overwhelmed.
—I love you! I can’t believe you’re here!
The other said, holding my arm as if she wanted to make sure I was real.
—Nah, I love you.
I said, laughing softly.
One of them discreetly pulled her phone out of her pocket.
—Can I take a quick picture?
She asked, with that shy, nervous fan voice.
—Sure! Just do it quickly before I disappear into the crowd.
I joked, tilting my head a little for the photo.
While they were taking the picture, the first girl leaned in to whisper:
—You’re going to see Joe too, right? He’s… wow, perfect.
I smiled lightly, trying to seem casual:
—Yes, I’m excited. My friend loves his music, made everyone come.
—But it’s not a huge effort, right.
One of them said, and I smiled.
—None.
After a few seconds, they said goodbye with waves and huge smiles, running back into the crowd. I stayed for a moment, watching as they blended in with the other fans, laughing nervously and excitedly, and then I started walking again, feeling the weight of the energy in the whole place start to pull me forward, until I got close to the barrier.
—I got a guy to get us up front.
My friend said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward them.
—You really want to go up to the…
Before I could finish, I was at the barrier and the lights started flooding, signaling that the show was about to start.
My friends pulled me to stand between them and then pointed the phone at my face.
—What’s it like seeing the love of your life on stage for the first time??
Sophie shouted at me, and I laughed loudly.
—Let’s see if he’s really all that.
I joked, looking at the camera, and they laughed.
The lights dimmed for a moment and the sound of the guitar filling the space made my heart race. The people around were screaming, jumping, but everything became a little blurred as my eyes fixed on the stage.
—Oh my God…
I whispered to myself, raising my eyebrows as my friends laughed and got excited beside me.
The girl next to me kept looking at me with that face of someone who couldn’t believe I was there.
—He’s so hot!
I shouted to my friends, laughing with them.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but every note he played made me shiver from head to toe. It was impossible not to feel everything, as if each chord went straight to the heart.
As the show went on, one song in particular sounded different live and made me go quiet, putting my hand over my mouth while I watched him focused.
—He’s so surreal!
I shouted between laughs, hypnotized by his voice.
—Answering if he’s really all that or not: he is!
My friend said, pointing the phone at me and recording me like I was a child looking at a candy toy, then filming Joe singing.
—I think she’s fallen for him.
My friend recorded her and Sophie, both smiling.
—I think she’s fallen.
My friend laughed, filming my face red with excitement and fascination. Sophie leaned beside me, still holding the phone, trying to capture every moment of Joe on stage.
—No, look at this!
Sophie whispered, pointing at him with wide eyes.
—She literally doesn’t blink when he plays… it’s hypnotizing!
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, her fingers still filming my reaction and then alternating to the stage. Each chord made me jump with excitement inside, and the sound of the crowd mixed with the music put me in a trance.
—Seriously, can you feel this? It’s insane!
The girls started laughing at my exaggerated reaction, but they were just as involved as I was. A little later, someone nearby whispered:
—Wow, she’s completely melted.
And it was true. I couldn’t even hide it; my hands trembled slightly holding the phone, while I tried to record that surreal moment without losing my breath, without taking my attention off him for a single second.
Two songs later, he bent slightly, grabbed a cowboy hat that was at the edge of the stage, and put it on. The moment seemed playful, but the energy of the crowd exploded instantly.
—Save a horse, ride a cowboy!
I joked with my friends, but the people around me who heard also shouted along, almost jumping in place, letting my voice be heard through the crowd.
The whole audience responded, shouting along, and I couldn’t help myself:
—Save a horse, ride a cowboy!
I repeated, laughing loudly, completely surrendered to the excitement of the moment.
It was at that moment that he looked in that direction, my direction, in the middle of the crowd. His gaze met mine and a subtle smile appeared on his face, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. My heart raced.
I laughed loudly, covering my mouth with my hands.
—He found me… he really found me.
The girls next to me started laughing and nudged me slightly:
—You literally screamed at the right moment, he saw you!
—Holly shit.
I murmured, still looking at him, now adjusting the cowboy hat with that casual way of his, and I felt like time had stopped for a few seconds.
He adjusted the cowboy hat, turned to the crowd, and made that “king of the show” face, but my eyes were fixed on him, and he clearly noticed. For a moment, he paused what he was doing, tilted his head, and shot a direct look at me, raising an eyebrow in an exaggerated, almost provocative way.
—I can die in peace now.
I whispered, smiling wide.
Then he made a small gesture with his hand, as if daring me to scream again, and the crowd around didn’t even seem to notice, but I was completely hypnotized.
My friends laughed and nudged me lightly:
—He’s joking around with you!
—I know… I know.
I murmured, eyes fixed on him, unable to look away. Every note he played now seemed like it was just for me, and that ridiculous cowboy hat only made everything more surreal.
He smiled lightly, went back to playing the guitar, but continued glancing at me from time to time, as if enjoying my reaction at the barrier. I felt a mix of nervousness, excitement, and… something I couldn’t define, but that made my heart race faster with each gesture of his.
Two songs later, he finished a slower song and stepped back from the microphone, looking at the audience. He grabbed the cowboy hat again, now with that mischievous smile that only he can make.
Before I could think, he walked lightly toward me with the hat in his hand, as if about to play a prank. My heart raced.
—What…?
I whispered, unable to look away.
And then, with all the theatricality possible, he placed the hat on my head, adjusting it perfectly as if it had been made for me. The crowd around applauded, but I could only laugh and cover my face with my hands, totally embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.
I said a curse in Portuguese, and he gave a quick wink before going back to the microphone.
He pointed at me as he started to switch to the next setlist. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, but I couldn’t stop laughing. My friends were recording, laughing, and nudging me lightly:
— He just...
—I know.
I answered, laughing, unable to take my eyes off him. —My God…
As he started the next song, the hat still slightly crooked on my head, every gesture of his felt like a little silent conversation just between us. Every note, every contained smile, every eyebrow raise was a tease, and I could barely wait to see what would happen next.
🎬
@fangirl_92: omg… do you think Joe even saw this pic?? 👀 like, he literally gave her that hat
@softvibes: if Joe sees this, he’s probably smirking so hard right now 😭😭 iconic chaos energy
@Rand: her holding the hat like that… Joe is somewhere thinking “yep, that’s her” 💀
@joeloverfan: imagine him noticing she posted the pic… he’d be like “finally, she gets it” 👁️👄👁️
@Jukie: the third pic?? she literally captured him with the hat… I cannot… Joe is a legend, but she’s chaos incarnate
@Kolsmike: me imagining Joe seeing her post this: slow smirk, finger on guitar, thinking “hmm… interesting” 😏
@Shawns: if he liked this… my brain would explode… he has that “yeah, I noticed” energy 💀
@Harrigton: Joe Keery would totally approve her vibe here. red light, cowboy hat, chaotic joy… 100% him
@Charlie: do you guys think he’s laughing right now? imagining her in that hat and thinking “yep, perfect”
@nick01: this is the energy that Joe would live for… she’s literally channeling his weird aesthetic and chaos at the same time
@fangirl_93: she’s just casually out here… and Joe probably already saw and is lowkey plotting her next outfit 👀
@djotime: That hat looks way better on you than on me… almost unfair.
↪️@s/naguileira: I just took it home by accident, I can return it if you want.
Story from my friend:
🎥 Video of her staring, hypnotized at the stage while Joe sings “Chateau”
📍 In the corner: “Look at her… completely gone 😭✨ #ChateauVibes #Obsessed”
comments
fangirl_92: O M G 😭 she’s completely hypnotized, her face kkkkkk
@softvibes: I feel this just by looking, WHAT A LOOK 😳
@Zee: She literally stopped breathing, guys? This is dangerous 😂
@joeloverfan: This is official… she’s totally fallen for him, and everyone saw 👀
@blushqueen88: OH MY GOD her vibe + Chateau + hat = total chaos
@indiefan88: I’m already imagining Joe looking at her now thinking “she’s my favorite fan” 💀
@Stephanie: I need that close-up on her eyes, someone save me
@joefanworld: My God, she didn’t even blink kkkkk Joe must have noticed
@randomviewer444: That look on her face saying “my god he’s perfect” is killing me
I woke up in Chicago to the muffled sound of traffic outside and the feeling that my heart was still beating to the rhythm of last night’s drums. The hotel room was bathed in a comfortable dimness, but the light from my phone, forgotten next to the pillow, kept blinking.
I fumbled for the device, my fingers still a little numb — probably from gripping the barrier so tightly while watching Joe. When I unlocked the screen, my stomach did a flip that made me lose my breath. There was a direct message notification. From @djotime.
I sat up in bed, feeling the sheet slip beneath me.
@djotime: Can’t tell if you were enjoying the show or horrified by the performance. Was everything okay down there?
My cheeks burned instantly, that full-on “blush” fans always mentioned in my interviews. I took a deep breath, trying to channel the “country girl” who doesn’t get shaken by internet noise. I couldn’t look like a desperate fan, even if inside, that was exactly what I was.
I bit my lower lip, a habit I knew gave away my nervousness, and started typing:
@s/naguilera: Honestly?
@djotime: always.
@s/naguilera: It was one of the most energizing shows I’ve ever been to in my life. I was not okay.
@djotime: you’ve been to a lot?
@s/naguilera: no. But I’m sure of one thing when I say it.
@djotime: good to know you liked the show, Cowgirl.
I laughed out loud and flopped onto the pillow.
@djotime: that sounded wrong, sorry.
@s/naguilera: I was the one screaming things like that a night ago, we’re even.
@djotime: soo, about the hat, keep it, it’s yours now.
I glanced at the corner of the room, where the accessory lay on the armchair. It was surreal to think that just hours ago, he had placed it on my head in front of a crowd in Chicago.
I bit my lip, determined not to let the conversation die there. If I wanted someone “functional” who knew what he wanted, I also needed to show I wasn’t just watching life happen through a mirror.
@s/naguilera: Have you heard the saying about the hat?
@djotime: what saying?
@s/naguilera: I’ll tell you someday then.
I smiled to myself as I saw the “typing…” bubble appear and disappear several times. I knew exactly what I was doing. On the podcast, I had been clear: I like mystery, but I like someone who takes action. Leaving him curious was my way of saying I wasn’t just the girl who got hypnotized in the front row.
The phone vibrated with his reply:
@djotime: “Someday”? That sounds like a promise that there will be a next time.
@djotime: First you steal my hat, now you leave me with a riddle.
@djotime: If I show up there in 40 minutes, will you tell me the saying, or will I have to beg?
I ran my hand along my neck, feeling heat rise to my skin. I was being bold, maybe more than usual, but there was something about the energy of Chicago and those messages that made me want to test his limits.
@s/naguilera: Only if you beg as well as you look good on stage.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and stared at my reflection in the hotel mirror. “S/n, what are you doing?” I whispered to myself, but a mischievous smile betrayed me. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted to see if that man, who ruled the stage with a stockpile of cowboy hats and an indie-mystery aura, was as “functional” and decisive as he seemed.
The phone vibrated so fast it made me laugh.
@djotime: Challenge accepted.
@djotime: 39 minutes now. And get ready, because I don’t usually fail when it comes to putting on a good show… or getting what I want.
HI I JUST READ PART TWO OF MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N AND OMG I LOVED IT...BUT THEN AGAIN I'M PRETTY SURE WE ALL DID..HAVE YOU SEEN THE COMMENTS IN THE COMMENT SECTION??? PEOPLE ARE ASKING FOR A PART 3 OF THE MARVEL CAST STILL FLIRTING WITH Y/N BUT ALSO INCLUDING THE MARVEL CAST GROUP CHAT IN IT...AND I AGREE...PRETTY PLEASE CAN YOU DO A PART 3 FOR US? 🥺
. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR TEN MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part 3)
(part 1–here) (part 2–here)
THE GROUPCHAT.
You renamed the group
Y/N’s little bitches & their leader
the video link so y’all bitches like obsessed with me or summmm 🥰🥰🥰🥰
rdj JESUS H CHRIST. as if your ego needed any more raising 😥
anthony puhleeeeaaasssseeeee i know YOU ain’t talking your ego is so far high up in the sky that it’s pegging the big man (my man god pls don’t condemn me for this)
lizzie AHHHHHHHHH watching myself myself be in love with y/n makes me sad 😞😞😟😟😰 y/n why aren’t we just together already??!?!!!!
scarlett and im so sending that to ur husband, with love!! but genuinely. im afraid im much more gay for my sweet sugar pie than i thought i was 🤯
lizzie and now im sending that to YOUR husband with even more love 🤣🤣😂😂😂😆😆😃
tessa HAHAHAH IM SO GLAD IM NOT IN HETRO MARRIAGE AND CAN FREELY LUST AFTER MY GF!! (y/n love come over ✂️✂️)
daya’s tom i never realised how big of pervs seb and chris r men 🤮🤮😷
anthony HONESTLY!!!!!!! like wdym you could guess and sense my girls bum blindfolded 😧🫵
paul r i, too, am expressing concern about the horny teenage boy fuck face chris has got going on in that clip….
chris e … .. .
scarlett if you no longer feel safe around these leches y/n than we can remove them dw xxxx
gwenyth here for you always queen 🤞🤞
jeremy don’t let the perverts get to u girly!!
lizzie TESSAAAA???? you got to lie on her chest?????????!? i.. there are no words. 💔💔💔
loki tom now that’s just plain unfair
tessa L😮😮😮😮😮L sucks to be all of you im clearly her most favourite little bitch no shame, that was one of my most favourite memories ever. it better flash before my eyes after i die :)
chris h AWWWW CHRIS WANTS TO TAKE OUR Y/N TO THE OSCARS. HOW CUTTEEE
rdj bitch no need to shout ✋ personally loving my cameos in this darling little video, i can just feel my presence thru the screen
samuel shut up. you’re all pathetically obsessed with her. my wife says to say you should be. now go to bed and stop making my phone buzz. thank you, samuel l jackson.
clark what he said.
anthony NAHHHH NOT THIS VIDEO BRINGING THE GHOSTS OUT OF THEIR RETIREMENTS the skank that is y/n really is magic
brie and this is a new revelation howwww????
natalie sometimes i just love the internet my new favourite video ever I LOVE YOU Y/N GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!! goodnight everyone else, i said demurely
kat demure, rotten s’more. Y/N YOUU LOOK SO HOT IN THAT VIDEO AND ALWAYS AND I LOOK SO HOT IN THE VIDEO AND ALWAYS SO IF MY CALCULATIONS ARE CORRECT WE SHOULD GET ELOPED LIKE YESTERDAY AND I CAN BE OBSESSED WITH YOU FOREVER AND WE CAN HAVE AS MANY ANIMAL BABIES AS YOU WANT GORGEOUS
sebastian i stand by all my past behaviour and words 🧍♂️
anthony ofc you do you damn FREAKKK
daya’s tom fr men have no shame these days 🙄🙄
natalie and no class i announced demurely
cobie nat go to sleep honey 💗💗💗
zendaya i never realised how freaky we are for y/n 😯
mark i did.
mark has left y/n’s little bitches & their leader
rdj KIIINGGGGGGGG 🤴🤴
florence (respectfully) obviously we’re freaky abt and obsessed w her bc she’s y/n y/l/n
paul b im going to make my own compilation of all of you lot being obsessed with the lovely y/n using your texts ‘thirsting’ after her.
lizzie 😱😱
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Practically breathless with laughter, you clicked on the video once again to unpause it—a wide grin creasing at your cheeks.
On screen, you, Chris Evans and Mark Ruffallo were taking a character quiz with buzzfeed, all sitting at laptops of your own.
“Finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?” You read off of the screen.
“Where’s none?” Chris replied immediately, snatching the laptop from you and not letting you answer, looking at you with a lopsided and teasing smile.
Mark, simultaneously, let out a dramatically offended little gasp on your behalf—“you don’t have any.”
When Chris put the laptop away from you, between the two of them, Mark immediately slammed it closed.
You deadpanned at the both of them, completely unimpressed as members of the crew were heard to be laughing off screen.
“You’re perfect.” Chris teased, winking at you.
The next clip started, you and the rest of the main cast from Avengers:Endgame where playing Most Likely To, where you had little cardboard cutouts of each others faces on little sticks for when you would choose.
“Who’s most likely to make you laugh in the middle of a scene?”
As you look between all of the cut outs thoughtfully, the rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris E, Scarlett, Mark, Chris H, Jeremy) all lift theirs—Scarlett grins to herself as she hoists your cardboard head in the air cheerfully and the Chris’ roll their eyes in a playful duh way as they do the same. RDJ smirks jokingly as he lifts himself and you both. Mark smiles as he lifts you and Chris H.
“Come on, we all know who it is.” Robert urges playfully, bumping your hip.
You bump him back harder, laughing as you finally lift up your choice people—Scarlett and Chris Evans.
Both of their let out little playful cheers as the others each have their own playful reactions of distress and Scarlett wraps her arm around you in a side hug, bringing your cardboard head she’s holding to smooch against hers, in your hand. She laughs as she smooches them together.
“If I can only get fake cardboard kisses and called the most funny costar, I will take it.” She says to you, scrunching her face into a dramatic expression of seriousness.
“Hey, joint most funny.” Chris protests, amused and playfully indignant as he leans over to smack her head lightly with your little cardboard face.
Another clip starts up—this time it’s Charlie Cox, who plays Daredevil, in the clip. You’d met him a few times and exchanged numbers and a few laughs and compliments here and there, he was a nice man.
In the clip, the interviewer asks him, “If you could bring absolutely anyone from all of the Marvel stuff out today into Daredevil, who would it be?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, without a doubt.” Charlie replied easily, a smile on his lips, accented voice charming and friendly. “She’s a remarkable actress in not just marvel, but all of her other projects—she’s also an incredibly lovely person who I would very much like to pleasure of working with someday.”
“And she’s pretty too, right?” The woman interviewer follows up, a giggling grin on her face.
Charlie blinks at her, amused. “No offence love, but I figured that was obvious.” He laughs softly. “Yes, she’s a very.. very beautiful woman. Truly.” He smiles, his gaze flickering towards the camera almost as though he wants to send that message directly to you.
Watching the clip, you arch a brow with a little grin - mentally debating whether to email your fellow Marvel actor or not.
The next clip begins, it’s you, Sebastian, Anthony, Chris Evans and Paul Rudd playing How Well Does The Avengers Cast Know Each other? on Jimmy Kimmel.
“What is Y/N’s favourite childhood movie of all time?” Jimmy asks the next question.
Immediately, all of them respond said favourite movie of yours in unison and, on screen, your jaw drops as you swivel your gaze between them all. The crowd erupts into hoots and cheering laughs - Jimmy raising his brows with a smirking grin.
Chris laughs a bit sheepishly and Sebastian bites down the full force of his smile, his gaze fixed on you. Anthony simply grins proudly, giving the crowd a nod like hell fucking yeah I got that and Paul giggles to himself, looking between everyone.
“Well. That was speedy.” Jimmy remarks to the laughter of the crowd.
“Hey, what can I say.” Anthony grins, nudging your shoulder playfully. “I’m always listening when this pretty lady speaks.”
“It’s hard not to.” Chris admits, a small smirk at his lips as he looks at you. “The sound of your voice just draws people in.”
“Plus, he’s always starting at your mouth anyway.” Paul comments, grinning widely as the crowd practically shriek and scream at that.
You cover your face with your hands, shaking slightly with laughter. Chris blushes a bit but smirks regardless, looking at you for a moment longer. Anthony cackles at the chaos, giving Paul a fist bump and Sebastian finally decides to chime in.
“It’s a gorgeous mouth, everyone’s always looking.” Sebastian says, undeniably flirty as he looks down at you—his voice barely carrying across the screams of the crowd. When they hear him, they all holler even louder, some lady in the back actually tipping off of her seat.
“They’re joking.” You, in the clip, paste on a smile - shaking your head in exasperation even as your eyes are warm with amusement. Anthony giggles even more, nudging you again and Sebastian shakes his head at the audience, letting them know he’s actually not joking.
The next clip starts and it’s you, Scarlett, Chris Hemsworth and some other cast members at a fan event - a comicon most likely. The interviews on stage propose the challenge ‘Who can get a fellow avenger on the phone the quickest?’
Immediately, the three of you get to the task and as soon as you call your person of choice (Elizabeth Olsen) she picks up.
“Hi gorgeous!” Lizzie chirps immediately, the crowd able to hear her as you put the speaker of your phone to the microphone in your hand. “How are you? I’ve missed seeing your pretty face. We need to catch up.”
As the crowd giggles giddily and whoops, you grin at your phone. “You saw me the other day Liz.” You say, playful and warm. “But I would never say no to seeing you again.”
“Jesus, you know how to make a girl swoon.” Lizzie gasps, playfully dramatic, into the phone. “And I cannot wait! I was thinking—“
“Pretty girls with me right now Lizzie.” Scarlett’s cuts her off, a playful smirk on her lips as she leans over and hangs up your phone. The crowd bursts into even more enthusiastic cackles and cheers—the interviews laughing too as you shake your head at her.
“Scarlett.”
“Hey—they said get on the phone, not make plans with when you could be with me.” She counters back playfully, squeezing your wrist with a grin.
The next clip starts and it’s Hugh Jackman. He’s on the Chicken Shop Date show and you smile as you see Amelia Dimoldenburg, the interviewer, in the seat next to him—clearly interviewing him in her unique date style. You’d be on this show as well and genuinely was such a lovely woman.
He asks her if she’s had a favourite date she’s been on on the show and Amelia grins a bit, her usual sarcastic and dry demeanour breaking slightly. “My favourite date.. would probably be Y/N Y/L/N.”
Hugh grins in response. “Ah, well that’s no surprise.” He says warmly, his Australian accent thick and friendly. “I’ve had the pleasure of talking to her a couple of times and the rumours did not disappoint. She’s.. remarkable company, to say the least.”
“Right.” Amelia agrees, titling her head with her little sarcastic but still kind grin. “She ticked all my boxes, to be perfectly honest. I’d rather be here with her.”
“I’d rather be here with both of you.” Hugh says diplomatically, smiling as he tears into his chicken.
“Are you always this greedy, or does she bring it out?” Amelia deadpans at him, scowling in her signature dry manner. She scans him up and down, her eyes barely hiding her knowing amusement.
Hugh simply laughs and winks at her before grinning at the camera for a moment, like he’s trying to grin directly at you.
Watching the clip, you blink, biting your lip against the amused and flattered smile that spread across your lips. Jesus, there were a lot more people in this compilation than you thought there’d be.
The clip changes again—now, it’s you, Mark Ruffalo and Chris Evans all in an interview together, presumably for Infinity War considering the poster behind you and the fake gauntlet that Chris is currently wearing.
As Mark talks, the camera zooms over to the way Chris grin at you as he puts out his hand—the hand of the large gauntlet—and you settle you chin over it playfully, looking up at him. He looks back down at you with that cheesy smile, his eyes soft in a way that looks almost intimate before he snaps out of it, squeezing your chin softly between the large gold fingers.
“These two, always in their own world.” Mark complains playfully as he and the interviewer both look at you and Chris.
“Hey—leave us be—“
“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” Chris agrees, smiling in amusement as he takes his hand, wearing the gauntlet still, away from your face. He looks at you for another lingering moment before back at Mark.
“For me too dumb—bum, do you see me grabbing her face?”
As you laugh at Mark’s quick correction, Chris gives him a look and Mark simply looks back, unrepentant and amused.
“Can’t resist her cute little face.”
The edit then zooms in on your face, mid laugh, and adds some cutesy little hearts and sparkles before skipping on to the next clip: Tom Hiddleston playing ‘Who Said It’ in an interview - he has to guess the character by the quote.
When the interviewer says one of your characters quotes, Tom laughs softly, grinning as he answers. “Oh, that’s Y/N.” He says, amused and warm. “I could probably tell you all of her quotes.”
“Oh?” The interviewer inquires, eating this up.
“Yeah.” Tom confirmed, still amused and smiling warmly. “It’s a struggle to look away from her on set when she’s in the zone, she gets so into it and she does it so much—it’s fascinating. And thus, I end up remembering all of her lines. Because I can’t look away from her when she acts. I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds.”
You laugh softly watching the clip, charmed and endeared. Once again understanding why you get shipped with, well, everyone.
The next clip pops up just as quick—it’s you and Aaron Taylor-Johnson, being interviewed for Age Of Ultron by a little boy whose wearing a Hulk costume.
The little boys smiles, all bubbly childish curiosity. “You’re really pretty, Miss Y/N. Especially in the movie—with your cool hair and stuff!” He says, sweet and innocently. “I was wondering if you thought—that she was too?” He directs his question at Aaron. “And if you like her colourful hair, like me!”
Aaron laughs as you practically melt, smiling at the child and saying thank you. He also smiles warmly at the kid, flicking you a brief glance as he answers the question. “Yeah, yeah I do think so. She’s certainly not bad to look at, huh?” He laughs again as the kid nods happily. “And her colourful hair is pretty cool, I will admit. I liked mine more though.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Thank you Aaron.” You say, before looking back at the kid with a smile. “And thank you, little man.”
Aaron looks at you for another lingering moment, a smile at the corner of his mouth as he says a soft. “Anytime darling.”
(Woah, you privately thought)
The next clip started—a blooper. It was you and Sebastian Stan mid fighting scene. He made a misstep that sent him stumbling directly into you and you both came crashing down on the mat, you with an oof, and he ended up plastered on top of you, cushioned by your chest.
He seemed to forget where he was for a few seconds as he just laid there enjoying himself, an unintelligible murmur of something that vaguely sounded like heaven hitting his microphone.
“Ay Sebastian what the hell are you doing man?!” Came the loud, booming amused voice of Anthony Mackie as he hopped right over to your shot—yanking Sebastian off of you. Several of the crew members in hysterics.
On screen, you giggle yourself as Anthony turns Sebastian off you and flops him on the mat beside you, crossing his arms and looking down at him with an amused look.
“Nasty man. Why you all up on her for?”
Sebastian barely even seems to register his words as he sighs blissfully. “Best day ever.”
As you giggle, in real time, the next clip starts and it’s Micheal B Jordan doing the Hot Ones interview. He’s in the middle of talking about his time on marvel, and with the cast.
“—being a part of that movie was an amazing experience, honestly. Not only are all the actors and actresses so devoted and so skilled at their craft, they’re also genuinely nice people, man.” He pauses, a grin building on his lips. “Plus.. I got to meet Y/N Y/L/N.”
Sean, the interviewer, laughs slightly at Micheal’s expression—enthralled and eager. “How’d that go?” He inquiries.
“The only way it could be,” Micheal grins wider, “fu—flipping great bro. It.. I’ve always admired her, her work and her just as a person. You know, stunning, powerful, kind and charming lady. Can’t not admire her, right? So finally meeting her in person and experiencing all of those things.. it was practically an out of body experience.” He laughs, “my heart was pounding so hard I thought I’d collapse and I was just thinking don’t faint on her dress don’t faint on her dress don’t you do that.”
“Well done. You didn’t.”
“Barely, man.” Micheal admits, grinning laughing. “Barely. Kinda wanted to a little, see if she’d catch me.”
The next clip was Winston Duke, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie reading thirst tweets—Sebastian was currently reading one out for Winston.
“M’Baku could blow my M’back out if he wanted to.” As soon as he reads that, all of them break into laughter and hollers.
“Hey—hey, who said that?” Winston laughed out, playfully reaching for the piece of paper with the tweet on it. “Damn. I know who I want it to be.”
“Y/N.” Anthony coughs out, not so discreetly.
Sebastian gives him a look, contradicted by the amused smile on his face, nudging him but Winston simply shrugs with a grin as if to say you right.
The next clip started and it was Andrew Garfield presenting an award at the Golden Globes, the clip started right at the bit where he announced: “and the award goes to… Y/N Y/L/N.”
Andrew’s face was split in a beaming smile and the room erupted into cheers and claps. You, the screen on you as the winner, laughed giddily, grinning as you accepted the hugs of the people around you before making your way up to the stage.
Andrew reached out a hand to help you up immediately, grinning. Once you were up on the stage—he pulled you into a hug. “Well done love.” He congratulated, his voice barely audible over the cheers and claps. “You deserve this.”
“Thank you!” You beam back, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you pull back from the hug and he hands you the award readily.
“Thank you.” Andrew returns, laughing a bit with a tiny smirk at the corner of his grin—rubbing his cheek where you’d kissed briefly as he watched you in affectionate pride.
Once again, another clip stared: It was Brie Larson, Zoe Saldana and Danai Gurira (Okoye) in an interview together for Endgame, currently in the middle of talking about the Infinity Stones and what they actually do.
“So—reality, is pretty straightforward.” Zoe laughs. “You can change and alter reality.. now, me personally, if I had that stone I know what I’d change my reality to.”
“What?” The interviewer urges, grinning.
“To me living happily ever after with Y/N.” Zoe says playfully, smiling. Next to her, the Brie and Danai laugh in agreement, nodding. “And I say this without any shame, my husband already knows about my fat crush on that wonderful woman and honestly, I think my kids are rooting for us so that she can be their stepmom. They love her too.”
“I’d make my reality the exact same.” Brie agrees mirthfully—an entertained smile on her lips. “And I don’t have to worry about kids and a husband so… Y/N if you’re interested, please please please come my way. Matter of fact, I’ll make the first move.”
The next clip started—it was Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany, the interviewer asked, “who would be the maid of honour at the Scarlet Witch and Vision wedding.”
“Y/N.” Lizzie answered immediately, smiling. “Or—sorry—I mean, (Your characters name). But Y/N definitely. I’d personally rather have her be the bride with me and have it be Wanda and (Your characters name) wedding, but hey.” She shrugs playfully.
Paul looks at her with a jokingly offended face. “Excuse you? What about Vision?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She giggles. “But can you blame me?”
Paul pretends to think for a moment before sighing theatrically and shaking his head. “No, no I can’t.”
The next clip starts—Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Holland in an interview together, Tom is currently on an energised little tangent.
“And—Zendaya and Y/N work so well together, honestly it was so sick seeing that in real life. Two of the actresses I’ve admired for so long working together and doing a bloody amazing job of it as well! The scene where—“
Benedict quickly interrupts him with a loud ‘ah ah ah’ placing his hand over Tom’s mouth to shut him up. “Spoilers, Tom, spoilers.”
Tom deflates sheepishly, laughing apologetically against Benedict’s palm before pulling it away from his mouth, shrugging.
“Sorry, sorry—I just like talking about them.” He says and then rushes to add. “And—just, Marvel, as a whole. Too.”
Benedict simply gives him a knowing smirk, rolling his eyes.
Yet again, the clip changed, this time to Chris Evans and Taika Waititi playing Agree to Disagree on LADbible. The interviewer posed the statement, “Captain America has the best suit of any superhero. Three, two, one, go.”
Chris instantly moved his glass to disagree. “I mean come on.. it’s—it’s the suit for him and it works for him but if we’re measuring against all the avengers let be honest, it’s not that best.” He said. “I mean bleep they’re all better than mine—especially Y/N’s suit, that’s.. that’s a personal favourite of mine. And that’s fans, or so I’ve heard. The public know that they like.”
Taika grins as he moves his glass to disagree as well. “Yeah, they’re clearly not the only ones.”
Chris merely looks at him with a bit of an amused smirk, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
Another clip began—Florence Pugh being asked if she had any part tricks, she grinned in reply. “I’ve got a few things up my sleeve—but the most impressive party tricks I’ve seen all come from Y/N.” She laughed her little raspy laugh, clearly eager at the opportunity to speak about you.
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh. The girl has so many talents packed into her body, it’s fucking astonishing honestly.” Florence smirked a bit, amused and playfully flirty. “And also incredibly attractive to see, it did things to me I am not disclosing on TV. But then again, I say that about everything she does. So.”
Instead of clips now, it changed into showing a bunch of the Marvel casts stories on Instagram that they’d posted about you—edited with some funny memes and music.
Sebastian posted a photo of sleeping on his sofa with the writing over it ‘SHES the one who sleeps on my couch, not Anthony. I like it that way’. Scarlett posted a picture of you two together but put heart emojis over her eyes in the picture ‘I love her’ the writing simply said, underneath your smiling face in the photo. Chris Evans posted a photo of you and his dog, Dodger, with the caption ‘my boys got good taste!!’ and some laughing emojis. Zendaya posted a photo of you getting ready in your vanity with the caption ‘this girl doesn’t not need all this she’s always STUNNNIG’. Tessa Thompson posted a candid picture of you with poll—‘should y/n date me?’ and the only two options where ‘aren’t you already together???’ and ‘absolutely’.
Watching the slide show, you laughed yourself silly with a flattered smile on your face—your phone still buzzing with the messages from the group. Best. Video. Ever.
Okay but hear me out Mob!Stucky x PopStar!Reader 🤭 (I’m thinking Taylor Swift level of Fame because you have to have a powerful woman to match two powerful men) I can see her fans EATING their relationship up because it’s like she’s living a realistic dark romance book and the fans love the fact those two are willing to kill for her and burn an entire state to the ground over her
oh my, yes!!!
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They say you’re untouchable.
That word gets thrown around a lot when people talk about you—on talk shows, in comment sections, whispered backstage like a prayer or a warning. Untouchable because you sell out stadiums in minutes. Untouchable because your name alone can move markets, flood timelines, crash ticketing sites. Untouchable because the world loves you so loudly it borders on obsession.
They’re wrong, of course.
You’re very touchable.
Steve Rogers learns that first.
You meet him at a charity gala in Manhattan, the kind with crystal chandeliers and men who smile like sharks. You’re draped in silk, diamond earrings catching the light every time you laugh, surrounded by publicists and security and people who want something from you.
Steve doesn’t want anything.
That’s what catches your attention.
He’s tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed but clearly uncomfortable in a room where everyone is pretending. He watches everything with calm blue eyes, not in awe, not hungry—just assessing. Like he’s counting exits. Like he’s making sure nothing bad happens on his watch.
You catch him staring once. He looks away immediately, polite, almost shy.
You smile at him anyway.
James Barnes is harder to miss.
Where Steve is restraint, Bucky is indulgence. He leans against a marble column like he owns the building, dark hair brushed back, expensive suit tailored to a body built for violence. His gaze slides over the room and then locks onto you with unapologetic interest.
He doesn’t look away.
He smirks.
You feel it like a hook in your ribs.
Later, when introductions are made, you learn their names. You learn they’re donors. You learn they’re private investors. You learn just enough to know there’s money, old and dangerous money, wrapped around them like a second skin.
What you don’t learn is that they already know everything about you.
Your favorite wine. The diner you sneak to at 2 a.m. when you don’t want to be recognized. The security flaws in your penthouse. The stalker your team paid off quietly last year. The producer who tried to corner you and mysteriously vanished from the industry two weeks later.
They’ve been watching for a while.
Not in a creepy way, Steve insists later. Protective. Strategic.
Bucky doesn’t bother justifying it.
“You’re a walking target,” he says one night, months into whatever this is, fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh as you sit between them in Steve’s townhouse. “And we don’t like sharing.”
Your fans lose their minds when the relationship becomes public.
It starts with grainy photos—Bucky’s hand on the small of your back outside a restaurant, Steve opening a car door for you with old-fashioned reverence. Then clearer shots. Then a paparazzi video of you laughing as Bucky murmurs something in your ear, Steve’s arm around your shoulders like a shield.
The internet explodes.
IS THIS A DARK ROMANCE??
SHE WON. SHE ACTUALLY WON.
THEY WOULD KILL FOR HER AND YOU KNOW IT.
They’re not wrong.
Your fandom eats it up. The edits. The theories. The slow-motion clips set to your own songs. Comment sections filled with half-jokes about you being protected by the mafia now, about anyone who wrongs you needing to watch their back.
You never confirm anything.
You just smile. Just keep writing music that sounds sharper. Meaner. More powerful.
Behind closed doors, it’s quieter. Intimate in a way the world never sees.
Steve kisses you like you’re something precious, hands steady, reverent, as if loving you is an act of devotion. He checks your locks every night. Walks you to every door. Memorizes your schedule better than your assistant does.
Bucky loves you like fire.
Possessive hands. Hungry kisses. A temper that flares hot and fast when anyone disrespects you. He loves that you’re powerful, that you don’t shrink, that you look men dead in the eye and dare them to underestimate you.
He also loves that you come home to them.
The first time someone threatens you openly, it’s at an awards show.
A man grabs your wrist as you’re leaving the stage, says something ugly about what you “owe” people who made you famous. Security moves in seconds—but Steve is already there, hand closing around the man’s collar, voice low and lethal.
Bucky doesn’t touch him.
That’s worse.
The man disappears from public life within a week. No charges. No headlines. Just… gone.
Your fans notice.
They always notice.
DID ANYONE ELSE REALIZE THAT GUY VANISHED??
TELL ME AGAIN HOW HER BOYFRIENDS AREN’T MOB BOSSES.
AS THEY SHOULD.
You confront them that night.
Steve is honest. He always is.
“We won’t apologize for keeping you safe,” he says gently, cupping your face. “But we won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Bucky watches you closely, jaw tight. “Say the word, doll. We’ll stop.”
You think about the years of being afraid. Of swallowing disrespect. Of smiling through threats and manipulation because you were told it was the price of fame.
You lean in and kiss them both.
“Just don’t let it touch my work,” you say softly. “The rest… I trust you.”
That trust is everything.
They don’t cage you. They don’t dim you. They stand behind you while you burn brighter than ever. They sit in the shadows at your shows, eyes scanning crowds while you command eighty thousand people with a microphone and a heartbeat.
And if someone crosses a line?
States don’t burn.
But careers do. Bank accounts vanish. Power shifts quietly, efficiently, without ever touching your hands.
Your next album breaks records.
Critics call it fearless. Fans call it unhinged. You call it honest.
There’s a lyric everyone fixates on:
If you hurt me, they’ll come for you
Not with noise, but with silence
And you’ll never know who pulled the strings.
Steve hears it from the kitchen and smiles softly.
Bucky laughs, low and dangerous, and pulls you into his lap.
The world thinks you’re living a fantasy.
A dark romance.
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Summary: your his famous popstar partner and he protects you from paparazzi
A/N: This will be the last one for the day because unfortunately I have a full time job and work tomorrow morning. But feel free to send in some requests and I’ll try get them done. I tend to only post every couple of days when I’m at work tho.
The first time it happens, it’s chaos.
Proper chaos.
You’re halfway out of the car and it’s instant. Flashes going off like mad, people shouting your name, cameras shoved way too close like you’re not even a person, just something to capture.
“Oi, are you lot serious?”
Morgan’s out first and he’s already annoyed.
You barely get your foot down before his arm comes across you, stopping you stepping fully into it. Quick. Protective. No hesitation.
“Back up. Actually back up, what are you doing?”
They don’t.
One of them leans in even closer, camera practically in your face, and you flinch hard.
That’s it.
“Nah, get that out her face”
He steps forward properly now, right in front of you, pushing the camera down with his hand.
“Have a day off, man”
Someone keeps filming, still pushing forward, trying to get around him.
Morgan steps straight into him.
“I said move”
Low. Sharp. Serious.
The guy hesitates but doesn’t fully back off.
Morgan doesn’t budge.
“You’re doing too much. She’s just trying to walk, it’s not that deep. Move out the way”
His jaw’s tight, eyes locked, not even blinking. He’s not shouting but it’s way more intense than that.
You’re stood just behind him, heart racing, watching the way he doesn’t give an inch.
He reaches back without looking, grabs your hand, pulls you in behind him.
“Stay behind me”
You do.
Completely.
He walks you through it like that, blocking people, moving them out the way, not politely anymore.
“Move”
“Give her space”
“Sort your life out mate”
Every word clipped, irritated, done with it.
By the time you’re inside, your chest is tight and your head is spinning.
The door shuts.
Silence.
Morgan drags a hand through his hair. “Actual joke, that. Bunch of weirdos”
You’re staring at him.
He clocks it instantly.
“You good?”
You nod.
“Yeah”
But your voice is softer than usual.
Because all you can think about is how he looked out there. The way he stepped up without even thinking. The way he got in that guy’s face like it was nothing.
It sticks.
-
Fans are different.
Still a lot. Still overwhelming sometimes.
But he handles them completely differently.
You’re outside a venue, and it starts nice. People smiling, asking for photos, telling you they love you.
You’re happy to stay.
Morgan hangs back at first, just watching, letting you do your thing.
Then it builds.
More people. Less space.
Phones everywhere again, people edging closer, a bit too excited, a bit too pushy.
“Morgan…”
“Yeah, I’m here”
He’s beside you instantly, hand settling at the small of your back.
Grounding.
“Alright, chill a bit, yeah? One at a time, no need to rush”
His tone’s firm, but calm.
Not aggressive. Just clear.
Someone bumps into you trying to get closer.
His hand presses slightly more into your back.
“Careful please mate”
Still calm.
But there’s a warning in it.
They listen.
He glances down at you quickly. “You alright?”
“Yeah”
“Yeah? Sound”
He looks back at them.
“We’ll do a couple more, yeah, just don’t push”
And they actually listen.
Because of him.
When it starts getting too much again, he doesn’t wait.
“That’s us for now, yeah. She needs a break”
No arguing. No pushing.
Just done.
His hand slides down to yours, fingers linking like it’s nothing.
“C’mon”
You let him pull you away, your heart doing that same stupid thing again.
-
The airport is the worst.
You’re tired. Already overwhelmed.
And when it hits, it hits hard.
Cameras everywhere, louder than they need to be, someone literally walking backwards filming you.
“Move, man, what are you doing?”
Morgan’s patience is gone instantly.
He steps right in front of you, arm out, stopping someone getting any closer.
“Watch where you’re going”
They keep coming.
Keep filming.
And that’s when he fully snaps.
He steps forward, straight into one of them.
“Bro, move”
The guy tries to laugh it off.
Morgan doesn’t even crack a smile.
“I’m not joking. Move out the way”
There’s tension now.
Proper tension.
Everything around you dips quieter, like people are clocking this isn’t just him chatting.
He holds eye contact for a second longer, then shakes his head.
“Get a real job, man. It’s embarrassing.”
Then he turns straight back to you like nothing happened.
“You alright?”
Soft again. Just for you.
You nod, stepping closer without thinking.
He takes your hand, guiding you through.
“I’ve got you. Stay with me”
And you do.
Every step.
-
After that, it’s all you notice. How quick he is to step in. How different he is depending on who it is. How he doesn’t hesitate, ever.
It gets to you.
In the best way.
-
The next time it happens it’s quiet
No chaos. No crowd.
Just the two of you walking back after dinner, talking rubbish, laughing, his shoulder knocking into yours.
But your head’s not in it.
You’re thinking about earlier. About the airport. About the way he got in that guy’s face without even blinking. About the way he held your hand after like it was nothing.
You stop walking.
“Morgan”
He turns straight away. “What?”
You don’t think.
You just grab his hoodie and pull him down into a kiss.
He pauses for half a second, caught off guard.
Then he’s kissing you back properly.
Hands on your waist, pulling you in tight, like he needs you closer.
You kiss him harder and he matches it instantly, one hand sliding up to the back of your neck, holding you there.
“Where’s this come from then?” he mutters against your lips.
You smile, breath a little uneven.
“You”
He huffs. “That’s not an answer”
“It is”
You kiss him again, slower this time.
“You’re just really hot when you do that”
“Do what?”
“All the protective stuff”
He pauses for a second, then lets out a quiet laugh.
“…You’re serious?”
“Yeah”
That’s all it takes.
His grip tightens slightly, pulling you back into him, kissing you deeper now, slower but heavier, like he’s properly feeling it.
“Mad” he mutters.
But he doesn’t stop.
Your hands grip his hoodie, his hand firm at your waist, keeping you close, grounding, the same way he always does.
Except now it’s different.
Warmer.
More intense.
You barely notice anything else.
Until -
Click.
It’s faint. But he hears it.
Morgan pulls back just slightly, eyes flicking past you.
And his whole expression changes.
“Are you fucking serious?”
You turn your head slightly and there’s a paparazzi across the street, camera still raised.
Morgan’s already moving.
“Oi!”
His hand drops from your neck but stays on your waist for a second, like he’s making sure you’re steady before he steps away.
“Are you actually taking pictures right now?”
He turns slightly toward them, jaw tight again, that same energy from before coming straight back.
“Put the camera down, man. What are you doing?”
And just like that, he’s back in front of you again.
actor!satoru gojo x singer!fem!reader
[welcome to the introduction!]
welcome to Tokyo, Japan: the hotspot for pop culture! you, a singer and songwriter, wrapped up your tour for your last album six months ago. things got... messy, and you needed a break. but now you're back and ready to finish your next album! what will be the inspiration for this one?
CONTENT WARNING: fame au, fem!reader, explicit language, suggestive content, alcohol/drugs, jokes about su!c!de & other sensitive subjects. Tokyo is like the Hollywood of this au! most big media events happen there (film awards, galas, parties, etc.). face claim is obviously sabrina carpenter but it's mainly for her song lyrics, descriptions of reader will be vague and only if necessary :)
SUMMARY :: where Y/N and Matt have been in a stable relationship hidden from the media for months, until they were forced by it to do a soft launch.
FEATURING Matt Sturniolo x singer!reader REQUESTED? yes.
WARNINGS :: none.
AUTHOR'S NOTE :: that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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ynsinstagram THE SECRET OF US TOUR STARTS IN 15 DAYS 😭😩 who's excited?
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ynfan1 ME?????? DUH
ynfan2 THIS IS GOING TO BE HISTORICAL, WRITE MY WORDS ‼️
ynfan3 well, considering the pre sale broke her website, all stadium dates sold out in seconds, all social media talking about it...
conangrey I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN 🙌🏻
ynfan4 I'M GOING INSANE, IDK WHAT TO WEAR 😭
sabrinacarpenter YES YES YES 🔥
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sturnioloteam Matt spotted out and alone in London today!
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sturniolofan1 wtf is he doing in London?
sturniolofan2 didn't Chris just post a picture in LA? 😭
sturnioloandynfan1 wait, isn't today the London concert of Y/N’s tour??? 🤡
sturniolofan3 wtf does this have to do with Matt?
sturniolofan4 since when Matt goes to other country ALONE????
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ynsinstagram HIIIII LONDON 🎀🇬🇧
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ynfan1 SHE'S SUCH AN ANGEL 🥺
ynfan2 wait, why does she have 2 coffees?
ynfan3 maybe she's with someone from her band?
sturnioloandynfan2 WAIT A MINUTE ‼️ what's Matt's car key doing on her purse????????
ynfan4 what do you mean?
sturnioloandynfan3 OMG TRUE! that's his keychain 🫠
sturniolofan5 DID I HEARD MATT????
oliviarodrigo LONDON GIRL RIGHT THERE BABY ‼️🇬🇧
ynfan5 I LOVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP 😭
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matthew.sturniolo I'm everywhere but currently in london 🇬🇧
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sturniolofan8 so we're just gonna ignore the elephant in the room or what?
sturnioloandynfan4 I've never thought about this possibility but...
ynfan9 I'm so sure they're the cutest together 🥺
sturniolofan6 yall are so damn dramatic, no one confirmed anything, stop being so delusional
sturniolofan3 stop being so unhappy dude, ew
christophersturniolo bring me some fish and chips when you get back
ynfan4 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE?????
nicolassturniolo london boy
ynandsturniolofan2 is that supposed to be an analogy to taylor's song? 😭
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people Singer Y/N Y/L/N and youtuber Matthew Sturniolo were spotted together today in London.
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ynfan8 wtf is wrong with yall?? leave Y/N alone, she deserves privacy!
ynfan5 omg it HAD to be people
sturniolofan7 omg no way matt is on people 😭
nicolassturniolo this is honestly so messed up and such a huge invasion of privacy. please, delete this!
sabrinacarpenter I hate you guys. this is so mean. delete it right now!
ynfan9 how the fuck yall always find a way to disturb Y/N's peace?
sturniolofan3 OMG OMG OMG OMG
ynfan6 everything makes sense now
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ynandsturniolofan6 OMG??? NO WAY I JUST FIND MATT IN Y/N'S CONCERT 😭😭 that's my favorite day ever ✋🏻
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sturniolofan1 wait, what??? he was at the line to enter the stadium?
ynandsturniolofan6 no! he was about to enter Y/N's backstage area
sturniolofan7 omg he's looking so fucking good 😩
ynfan8 yeah Y/N, I get it now
sturnioloandynfan5 it's SO CUTE the fact he came from LA to see her in London 😭
sturniolofan4 but why London, thought? doesn't she have three concerts in LA next month?
ynfan5 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE AGAIN???? I'M GOING CRAZY
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matthew.sturniolo we met here, on a random avenue in London, on the first day of your vacation and the second of mine, and neither of us knew where to go, and we ended up visiting tourist spots together. now we´re here for your sold-out show, something you used to dream about just some months ago, and i’m so grateful to be part of this. I love you, petal. you deserve this more than anyone else.
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nicolassturniolo PARENTS!!!
christopher.sturniolo that's beautiful man
ynfan5 stop this is so cute 😭
sturniolofan1 "petal" LSKSISMAKAMDO 😭😭😭😭
sturniolofan2 I've never thought I would see Matt posting smt with so many words
ynandsturniolofan3 I'M CRYING WHAT
ynfan7 so... it's been happening for MONTHS???
madisonbeer you'll make me cry, I love you two so much 🥺
nathandoe8 Matt is such a soft for Y/N
yourinstagram are you jealous? chris is right there 😌
christopher.sturniolo what's that supposed to mean?
ynsinstagram I owe all of this to you. if it wasn't for all your incentives and belief in me, I wouldn't be here today. I love you so fucking much 🥹🩷
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ynsinstagram The Secret Of Us Tour. London I. June 2024.
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sturniolofan6 was it Matt who took the pic? 🥺
ynsinstagram yes!! 😁
ynfan5 I'm no longer alive, this concert was AMAZING
sturnioloandynfan3 the way Y/N was looking at the back of the stadium ALL THE TIME, smiling like crazy, was the cutest thing ever
ynfan9 the way she look at him??? Matt you're a lucky man
