You’ve all been incredibly kind and supportive of my work, and I’m truly grateful to each of you! As a small thank-you, I’ll be accepting short story requests from now until the end of December. The first one will come out in the first week of September, right after I post the final part of the “Let’s Get Married” series.
I’m taking a short break from the Smokestack twins because I’d like to focus more on MBJ stories or other characters he’s played. Feel free to request MBJ himself, Killmonger, Adonis Creed, or any of his other roles. I won’t be accepting any Thomas Crown requests right now. Those stories will come out closer to the movie’s release date.
The goal is to get at least one request done per month (it might be increased to two). I know I stated earlier that it will be until December, but if it goes really well I will consider extending it.
Request Requirements: Please private message me the character you’d like (or just MBJ himself), the name of the love interest (or if you’d prefer your character to be referred to as Y/N), and the storyline you want. I don’t write incest, non-consensual content, or anything involving anyone underage. Other than that, have fun!
I’m looking forward to seeing all of your creative ideas! Once again thank you all for your love and support!
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Summary: After Seeing You On Stage MBJ Wanted To See And Get To Know You More.
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The first time Michael B. Jordan saw you, you weren’t dressed like yourself. You were standing underneath a spotlight, wearing a costume from another century, your hair pinned back and your face transformed by stage makeup. And you were completely mesmerizing. Michael had gone to the theater that evening because a friend had recommended the production.
He wasn’t expecting much. Not because he didn’t appreciate theater. He simply hadn’t known what to expect. Then the curtain opened and you walked onto the stage.
For the next two hours, Michael barely moved. He laughed when the audience laughed. He held his breath during the emotional scenes. And when you delivered the final monologue, the entire theater seemed to disappear around him. You stood beneath a single spotlight. Your voice shook just enough to make the character feel real. Your eyes filled with tears. And when the final line left your lips…silence.
Then the audience erupted. Michael stood with everyone else. He clapped harder than he had intended to. You bowed. And for a moment, your eyes swept across the audience. They passed over him. Neither of you knew it yet. But that moment was the beginning of everything.
Backstage, you were still trying to come down from the adrenaline. Your fellow actors were hugging each other. Someone was crying and someone else was already talking about going out for drinks. You laughed, exhausted.
“That was insane.” “You were amazing.” You smiled.“Thank you.” You were still wearing your costume when one of the stage managers approached. “Someone wants to meet you.” You frowned. “Who?” Before they could answer, you heard a familiar voice. “Hey.” You turned and froze.
Michael B. Jordan was standing there. You stared at him. He smiled. “Hi.” “Hello.” You looked at your castmate and then back at him. “You came to the show?” He laughed. “I did.” “Oh.” You suddenly became very aware that you were still wearing stage makeup. Michael smiled. “You were incredible.” You blinked. “Thank you.” “I’m serious.” He gestured toward the stage.
“I didn’t know what to expect when I came in.” You laughed nervously. “Was it good?” “Very.” He smiled.“You had the whole room.” That made you quiet. “That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me.” “Well, it’s true.” You smiled. “Thank you.” There was a small pause. Then Michael laughed. “I should probably introduce myself properly.” You smiled. “I know who you are.” “Right.” He laughed. “I forgot.” You held out your hand. “I’m Y/n.” He took it. “Michael.” You smiled. “I know.” He laughed again. “Okay, now I feel stupid.”
He stayed backstage longer than he’d intended. The two of you talked. At first, it was about the show. How long you’d rehearsed. How you’d gotten into theater. What you loved about performing. Michael asked questions. Real ones. Not the polite questions people asked because they knew they were supposed to. He genuinely wanted to know. “You’ve been acting since you were little?” “Pretty much.” “What made you fall in love with it?” You thought about it.
“I like becoming someone else for a while.” Michael nodded. “I understand that.” “You do?” “Yeah.” He smiled. “Acting is kind of like getting to live a hundred different lives.” You smiled. “Exactly.” The conversation kept going. Eventually, you noticed your castmates had disappeared. You laughed. “I think everyone left.” Michael glanced around. “Did they?” “Yeah.” He smiled. “Guess we lost track of time.” You looked at the clock. “You’ve been here for almost an hour.” He looked surprised. “Wow.” You laughed. “Did you have somewhere to be?” “No.” He smiled. “I was enjoying talking to you.” Your cheeks warmed. “Me too.”
Before he left, Michael hesitated. “Would it be okay if I got your number?” You smiled. “Sure.” He handed you his phone and you entered your number. He looked at the screen. Then back at you. “Can I text you?” You laughed. “That’s usually what people do with phone numbers.” “Good.” He smiled. “Then I’ll text you.”
He texted you before he even reached his car.
Michael: You were amazing tonight.
You smiled.
You: Thank you for coming.
A few seconds later:
Michael: I’m glad I did
You stared at the message and you could feel yourself smiling.
The messages became regular. Then daily. Then constant. Michael would text you before rehearsals. You’d text him after performances. Sometimes you’d send him pictures of your coffee. Sometimes he’d send you photos from wherever he happened to be. You learned that Michael was much funnier than you expected. He learned that you could talk about theater for hours without realizing how much time had passed. He started coming to your shows whenever his schedule allowed.
You always spotted him in the audience. Sometimes he’d sit quietly and sometimes you’d catch him smiling. And somehow, knowing he was there made you perform even better.
One evening after another show, you walked backstage and found him waiting. He was holding flowers. You smiled. “Again?” He shrugged. “I like supporting you.” You took them. “They’re beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you.” You looked at him. “That was smooth.” He laughed. “I’m trying.” You smiled. “You don’t have to try.” He looked at you. “What do you mean?” “Because I like you.” Michael went quiet. You suddenly realized what you’d said. “Oh.” He smiled. “Good.” You laughed nervously. “Good?” “I like you too.” You felt yourself heart skip a beat.
Your first date wasn’t extravagant. That was what made it perfect. Michael picked you up after rehearsal. You were still wearing comfortable clothes, your hair messy from a long day. He looked at you. “You look beautiful.” You laughed. “I’ve been in a theater for six hours.” “And?” “And I probably smell like hairspray.” He smiled. “I don’t care.”
He took you to a quiet restaurant where you could actually talk. And you did for hours. Talking about different things like childhood, family, dreams, fears, the things you wanted to accomplish, the things you were afraid you wouldn’t.
Michael listened lien he really listened as if you were the only girl in the world. At some point, you realized you weren’t thinking about the fact that he was Michael B. Jordan anymore. He was just Michael a man just sitting across from you and making you laugh. Now a man who remembered tiny details you’d mentioned weeks ago. And also a man who kept looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were sitting there.
A few weeks later, you were sitting together on his couch. Your head rested against his shoulder. He was watching you go through your script. “You know what I love?” You looked up. “Hmm?” “Watching you do this.”You smiled. “Perform?” “Yeah.” He brushed his thumb over your hand. “You become this completely different person.” You laughed. “Hopefully that’s the point.” “I know.” He looked at you. “But then the curtain closes…” He smiled. “And you’re still you.”
Your expression softened. “Is that a good thing?” “It’s my favorite thing.” You closed your script looking at him. “Michael?” “Hm?” “You know you’re my favorite audience member, right?” He smiled. “Even though I don’t know anything about theater?” “You know enough.” “What do I know?” You leaned closer. “That you like watching me.” He laughed. “That’s definitely true.”
Eventually, the night came when you had another opening. You were backstage, nerves running through you. Michael found you before the curtain. “You okay?”You nodded.n“I’m just nervous.” He took your hands. “You’ve done this a hundred times.” “I know but I can’t help it.” “You’re going to be amazing.” You smiled.
“What if I mess up?” He shook his head. “Then I’ll still be sitting there.” You looked at him. “Promise?” “Promise.” He kissed your forehead. “Go show them why you are amazing.” Your heart skipped as you smiled back.
The stage manager called, “Places!” “Thank you places!” You squeezed Michael’s hand. “Wish me luck.” “Break a leg.” You laughed. “Thank you.” You stepped onto the stage. The lights came up making the audience went silent. And somewhere in the darkness, Michael watched you.
The same way he’d watched you the first night. Except this time, he wasn’t a stranger sitting in the audience. He was your boyfriend and the person waiting for you when the curtain fell. And when the final applause filled the theater, you looked toward the audience. You found him standing clapping and smiling.
He smiled feeling very proud of you and you couldn’t help but smile back. Because somehow, the most beautiful part of your love story wasn’t that a famous actor had walked into a theater and fallen for an actress. It was that beneath all the fame two people had simply found each other. And every night when the curtain fell, Michael was there waiting for you.
Mbj (rpf ) x black plus size reader with PMOS/PCOS.
NSFW, minors dni.
Summary: Actions have consequences.
A likkle author's note from me to you.
I have pcos and like the reader, I have not been taking it seriously because the doctors are very careless when I come with. My symptoms.so I used my symptoms instead, pcos is not a one size fits all syndrome, there's different symptoms and treatments and types too.
I forget things a lot too, my memory is shit af... sooo that's why she forgot to take that pill. (That happened to me irl)
I'm plus size too, so this is for all my plus size black girlies who need an outlet to just be.
Andddddd I'm not so good with words so this is my own way of sharing my thoughts with everyone, please correct me where I'm wrong.
Okayy I think I'm done yapping...
Wait!!
There's smut down there so tread carefully, I hope I was able to capture it.
Okay byeeeeeee.
"Babe, i think you should order that strip"
Michael your observant husband said as you dipped your crackers inside soup.
"Huh?" You asked with a full mouth.
" yes" he replied.
The already dipped crackers was left on the counter as you rushed to your phone.
While scrolling , the symptoms you'd been having were slowly making sense to you.
"Is that why I've been... craving a lot of crap?"
He nodded.
Oh no!
Okay... let me take you down memory lane, incase you've forgotten, like you always do.
On the 15th of March 2026, your husband had just won his first Oscar and gave an emotional speech dedicated to you, his mother, and Ryan, but most especially you.
And your eyes were wet, your pussy too.
Here's why:
1. You were horny ( you have Pmos, Ovulation is sometimes irregular but that night, it was regular and you were not aware)
2. He looked extra sexy in that suit which you picked out.
3. He maintained eye contact with you as he spoke and you knew what was coming after.
4. You already planned to do it whether he won or not, because you've missed him.
5. Because you saw how hard he worked for it, all the nights he cried and bled, and you stayed up with him.
So... yeah.
After the speech, he came to your seat, and you both kissed hard in front of everyone, and the crowd roared, but you heard Viola's voice the loudest.
When your lips separated he whispered " I can't wait to go home"
Oh! The car ride, it was horrible. Yes! Horrible.
Because Bakari chose to have self control instead of making out in the car, his excuse being that he didn't want to taint the new car and you had to make a pit stop at his favourite eatery, In ' n out burgers. And he couldn't do that with a boner. He didn't want anything overshadowing his Oscar win.
Your self control was tested that night, you had to keep a poker face while itching to be under his skin, you had to smile for the cameras and fans but your body was on fire.
At this point, we will stop blaming ovulation. Sistah!! You're a freak and that's okay.
Immediately, the doors closed behind you. He carefully placed the awards on the new shelf that you had him build because you had faith that he would win.
Then he came to you immediately and captured your lips in a fiery kiss. Your toungues battling for dominance as you made out like teenagers on the couch.
"Thank you so so much, honey"
"You're welcome, I love you so much, and I'm proud of you, now show me why you're my stallion"
"While I'd love to make sweet love to you on this couch, i think we are a bit too old for that and the pain afterwards is not what I'd want for you... so please let's go to the bedroom."
"Noooooo!!" You whined." Let's be teens again"
"Baby" he grunted as he gripped your waist hard " we need to go to the room"
He raised you up and carried you bridal style to the bedroom.
" do you have any idea who you're carrying like this?"
He smirked "who?"
" A Ceo, A Nurse and- "
" - and the most beautiful woman I've ever met, who I will carry on my arms for as long as I can"
That shut you up immediately.
He laid you gently -like he always does- on the bed, you both were already naked.
He took his time to stare at you and smile before lying atop you to pepper kisses all over your body.
You felt so warm inside, and the only way you could express it was by giggling.
He finally reached your lips and the moment your lips touched, you inhaled deeply and melted into the kiss.
He kissed you like you were the only thing he needed to survive.
Pulling your lips with his teeth and licking it with his tongue while grunting.
You switched Postions and you were on top of him, his dick was not in your vagina yet but it was already hard and leaking precum.
He looked so drunk and he was muttering incoherent things.
You kissed him again while positioning his dick to enter your vagina...
His hand was gripping and groping and getting ready to sit you on it when he stopped and snapped out of it.
"Hey, Mama, we need condoms." he reached out to the bedside cupboard, and you drew his hands back.
His brows furrowed "Huh?"
"We don't need it"
"Babe!! We do!"
" we don't!"
You didn't wait for him to reply, and you placed your breasts in his mouth and simultaneously sat on his dick.
Oh! the sound he made was forever etched in your brain.
"Oh baby! You're so wet, " he muttered as he sucked your nipples.
(If only you knew why)
"Just for you daddy"
That always got him!
Almost like he was charged, he switched your positions swiftly, and he was on top again, in missionary style.
You hated yoga and everything that needed you to be flexible but when it came to fucking your husband, you had spaghetti limbs.
Your legs reached behind your head and he started pounding into the pussy.
He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and you were moaning in return.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum"
You locked your legs behind him and tightened your pussy walls and he came with a grunt!
" ugh! Fuck! Baby! I love you so much"
His body shivered and he paused to catch his breath.
You tightened the walls again (your years of learning kegel exercises were paying off)
And he grunted " Woman!! you wanna kill me,I just can't get enough of you"
His dick that was limp a few seconds ago came back to life, and he resumed.
While flicking your clit and saying sweet rubbish to you.
This time around you both climaxed together and it was blissful.
Both of your forgetting to practice what you said you would for one year of marriage... safe sex.
You both promised to be safe for a year before welcoming a baby, but that night, you threw caution to the wind..
You also forgot to take the pill and use the spermicide.
And the doctors said your chances of conceiving were low...
Or so you thought.
That was two months ago...
........................
"But babe, that's not possible!"
You were pacing the kitchen
" that's what she said" he muttered.
"Oh please, it's not possible"
"Mhm... When last did you see your period?" He asked
"Shit!!"
"Yeah, shit, it is making sense now"
"But i thought, my period was being its normal irregular self"
"Babe... we had raw sex, of course it would happen"
"Not helping, you're not helping"
"I'm sorry, I just needed to point it out"
You were already ordering the strip, the crackers and soup long forgotten.
"What if it's true, what are we going to do?"
The uncertainty was now replaced with fear.
He was at your side in an instant.
Holding you quietly as the consequences of both your actions were dawning on you.
"I should have listened to you"
He nodded "we should have thought about it, but i thought you took the pills i bought the next morning"
"I forgot to take it, i forgot, somewhere deep down, i thought nothing would happen because the doctors said I was infertile"
His face scrunched " I remember that obnoxious doctor, he didn't even care about your well being or the fact that you were having palpitations"
He exhaled " he was just concerned about you rearing babies"
"Yeah, I should have gotten a second opinion, and I should have done more research"
" I'm sorry baby, we should have been so careful"
He thought for a moment.
"So many should have beens... I'm sorry we planned to wait, and now this happened, " he said
"And I'm willing to do anything that you want, just so you'll be happy, whatever you want"
You were scared of pregnancy and the journey itself, you were scared of raising kids even though you knew your spouse would be the best and you would not be doing it alone, you were scared of a lot of things.
You did not want to be like your parents. You didn't want to repeat their mistakes. You had the money to give the child the best life ever, but you needed a year at least, with your husband, travelling alone and learning more and more about each other without a child in the mix. But here you were, in the 8th month of your marriage expecting a child. Underneath all that fear, there was excitement. You and Michael understood that your children were not an extension of you and would not be like you, and raising children would be a lot of things.
It was unpredictable.
"I'm scared baby, I'm really scared but I can't wait to meet our little one."
"Oh my love, the strip will tell us soon"
The strip arrived, and you dipped it.
He held you tight and set a timer.
It beeped and you both rushed for the strip.
It was positive.
You were having a baby.
Tears filled both your eyes and you hugged each other.
"Babe, I'm scared" you said
"Me too"
"It's good to know I'm less alone, but what if we won't be good parents? I don't want to break them. What if life isn't kind to them?"
"What if-"
"- it goes well" he interrupted
"What if it goes well? Baby, let's enjoy this journey, I will be with you every step of the way."
He led you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to sit on the bed.
"I love you so much, and I will be with you every step of the way. It's our baby. It's scary, but i will do everything to make sure it's easy for you "
He hugged you tight.
"Is it too soon to pick baby names?"
"Shut up"
You flicked his ear.
Yes, it was scary, but you'd be okay. You'll always be okay.
Welp I turned my pregnancy scare into a fic...
(We used condoms, it burst, and I wasn't aware until later, I saw my period, but the period of waiting was a lot)
SYNOPSIS: When Michael is away filming Sinners, Y/N’s lonely night takes a very heated turn during their FaceTime call. What starts as missing each other quickly becomes something much spicier… with toys and undeniable chemistry that distance can’t cool down.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Toy Usage, Phone Sex, etc.
PAIRINGS: Micheal B. Jordan x Black OC
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Y/N was lounging comfortably on the large bed in their bedroom, the soft glow from the TV filling the room as reruns of Martin played in the background. Gina and Martin’s banter had her laughing. Her pink and white striped silk robe clung loosely to her body, the belt tied just enough to keep things decent.
Her phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand. The screen flashed Hubby 💍❤️. A flutter of excitement hit her stomach. She hadn’t seen him in person for nearly two weeks while he was away filming Sinners. Y/N quickly adjusted herself.
Leaning back against the plush pillows, Y/N let her hair spill dramatically across the bed. The robe slipped open just a little at the top, offering a teasing peek of cleavage. She swiped to answer the FaceTime call.
Michael’s face appeared on the screen. He was inside the house he had rented for the duration of filming, soft lighting illuminating his features. A navy blue bandana with a white paisley pattern was tied perfectly around his head.
“Hey baby,” he greeted with a smile tugging at his lips.
Y/N bit her lip, grinning as she propped the phone up on a pillow. “Hi, babe. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he replied, his gaze lingering.
Y/N let out a soft laugh as she took him in fully. “You look so good in that scarf, babe. It’s cute. Really cute.” She chuckled again. “My big tough actor out here with his hair all laid and pretty.”
Michael’s eyebrows shot up, a playful smirk crossing his face. “Aight, stop laughing at me,” he said. “I had to make sure my hair was right for these scenes tomorrow.
Y/N smiled. “So tell me, how was your day on set today? I’ve been thinking about you out there all day.”
Michael let out a deep sigh as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in . The soft lamp light cast gentle shadows across his face. “It was good, baby. Real good. We got some solid scenes in, the energy was there, and Ryan was happy with what we were bringing. But man… I was hot as hell the whole time. Had to wear this thick wool suit for most of the day, and the sun was beating down. Felt like I was in a sauna. I was sweating bullets, but we powered through.”
Y/N laughed softly. “Poor baby. That sounds rough. How’s Ryan doing with directing everything?”
“Yeah, Ryan’s been in full director mode,” Michael replied with a nod. “He’s doing a great job though.”
Y/N nodded.
Michael’s eyes drifted over Y/N’s figure on the screen again. “But enough about me. How was your day, baby? I wanna hear what my favorite girl’s been up to.”
Y/N’s face lit up as she thought about her day. Even though she didn’t have a traditional 9-to-5 job anymore, she still poured her heart into the daycare she owned. Her deep love for children was one of the things that had first drawn Michael to her. It was something he admired and often told her made him fall harder.
“I just checked in on the daycare earlier,” Y/N told him. “Everything’s running smoothly with the staff. The kids were so excited when I popped in. They made me little drawings and everything. It always makes my heart full, you know?”
Michael’s smile softened. “That’s why I love you. You’re so good with them.
Y/N blushed a little at that but continued. “After that, I went out with the girls for a bit. We had a nice little self-care day. Got my nails and toes done—look.” She angled the phone slightly to show off her fresh manicure.
“That’s good, baby,” Michael said. “You deserve to relax and treat yourself.”
Y/N leaned in closer to the camera, her voice dropping into a sultry tone. “Mmm… and I also got a wax while I was out.”
Michael let out a low moan, his eyes widening as he shifted in his seat. “Oh, really?”
Y/N smiled seductively. “Mhmm.”
The air between them felt charged even through the screen. Michael’s gaze darkened with desire as he licked his lips. “Show me.”
Y/N’s heart raced faster. She slowly panned the camera downward, giving him a full view of her body. With slow movements, she untied the belt of her robe letting the silky fabric fall open completely. She was completely bare underneath.
Michael’s breath hitched. Then she continued panning the camera lower, tilting it down until it focused between her thighs, revealing her smooth pussy.
“Fuck…” Michael cursed roughly.
Y/N bit her lip as she felt a rush of heat from his reaction. She kept the camera steady for a moment, letting him take it all in before pulling it back up slightly. “I showed you something… now I want you to show me something too,” she said.
Michael’s lips curved into a smile. “Gladly, baby,” he replied without hesitation.
He stood up from his chair, the camera angle shifting as he moved. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the thin material doing very little to hide his growing arousal. The prominent bulge in the front of the sweatpants was clearly visible, straining against the fabric. Michael grabbed it firmly with one hand giving it a slow squeeze as he looked directly into the camera.
“Look how hard you made me,” he told her.
Y/N let out a soft whine as she watched him tease her through the grey sweatpants. The outline of his hard dick was impossible to ignore, and the way he gripped it made her thighs press together instinctively. “Baby, stop teasing me,” she murmured. “It’s not fair when I’m already like this.”
Michael chuckled lowly. “Alright, I got a deal for you then,” he said. “I’ll pull this dick out for you… if you pull out that rose toy. I know you got it close by.”
Y/N smirked knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. Without saying another word, she reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out the pink rose-shaped vibrator.
“Good girl,” Michael praised. “Now set your camera up properly. I wanna see all of you.”
Y/N quickly adjusted the phone, propping it against a couple of pillows on the bed so it had a full view of her body from the chest down. She reached over and turned the TV off completely.
“Turn it low for me,” Michael instructed next, his eyes never leaving the screen.
She nodded obediently and turned the speed on the vibrator down.
“Now put it on your clit.”
Y/N bit her lip and slowly pressed the rose toy directly against her clit, the soft suction edge making perfect contact. A quiet gasp escaped her lips at the first gentle pull of sensation.
Michael watched her intently for a moment before setting up his own camera. He angled it downward slightly, making sure she’d have a perfect view before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants. He pulled them down just enough to free himself, his hard dick springing out.
He lifted his white t-shirt with his free hand exposing his toned abs and chest as he bit his lip hard. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched the rose toy rhythmically suck and pulse on Y/N’s clit. “Shit, baby… look at you,” he groaned.
Michael wrapped his hand around his thick length and began to slowly stroke himself. His dick twitched visibly in his grip the moment he heard a breathy moan escape Y/N’s lips.
He moaned deeply, his strokes picking up just a little. “Increase the speed for me, baby,” he told her. “Let me hear you.”
Y/N obeyed, adjusting the settings on the toy. The vibrations and suction intensified against her sensitive clit, pulling louder moans from her throat. Michael matched her energy, increasing the pace of his strokes as well. His hand moved faster along his hard dick.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he moaned biting his lip again as he watched her hips start to roll against the toy. “You sound so good. Keep going—just like that. I can see how wet you’re getting for me.”
Y/N’s moans grew higher, her free hand gripping the sheets as the intense pleasure built rapidly. Michael talked her through it. “Don’t stop, Y/N. Let it build. You’re doing so good for me. I want you to cum all over that toy… show me how much you miss this dick.”
His eyes stayed locked on the screen as her body tensed. Her juices began to flow and soon her cream started coating the toy and dripping down her folds. The sight made Michael groan loudly, his stroking pace frantic. “So fucking pretty. Cum for me, let me see it all.”
Her juices continued to flow freely, coating the toy in a shiny layer and dripping messily down her folds onto the sheets beneath her.
Michael’s eyes were locked on every detail, completely mesmerized by the sight of her dripping for him. He kept stroking his dick in firm pumps as he watched her come undone on the screen. The muscles in his arm flexed with each stroke and his breathing grew heavier.
Just as Y/N was getting close, Michael’s voice cut through. “Turn it off.”
Y/N groaned in protest, a frustrated sound escaping her lips as she kept the toy pressed against her for a second longer. Her hips still twitched, desperately seeking the release that was just within reach. “Michael…” she whined, clearly frustrated at being denied right before the peak.
“Go pull out that dildo you’ve been hiding in the closet.”
Y/N’s eyes widened in genuine shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “Baby, I—“ she started, about to defend herself as she was filled with embarrassment that he somehow knew about her secret toy.
“You don’t have to explain,” Michael said still slowly stroking his throbbing dick. “I’d rather you use the toy than another man. Now go get it.”
Relieved by his understanding tone, Y/N hurried over to the closet on slightly shaky legs. She rummaged for a moment before pulling out the dildo. It was a similar warm brown color to Michael’s skin tone and matched his impressive size almost perfectly. The weight of it in her hand made her bite her lip.
She hopped back in front of the camera and settled on her knees on the bed so he had a perfect view of her body.
“Now suck it like it was me,” Michael told her as his eyes burned with lust.
Y/N locked eyes with Michael through the camera, a naughty little smile playing on her lips. She brought the thick dildo to her mouth and started sucking it real good right in front of him. Her full lips wrapped tightly around the head, sucking softly at first with pulls that made wet popping sounds. She gradually took more of the veiny shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she created the perfect suction. She bobbed her head slowly making sure to put on an unforgettable show for him. Her tongue swirled expertly around the toy, her eyes never leaving his face on the screen.
Michael moaned loudly. “Fuck yes, baby… just like that,” he praised. “Suck it nice and sloppy for me. That’s my girl.”
Encouraged by his words and the hungry look in his eyes, Y/N took it even further. She relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose, and pushed forward until she deepthroated the entire dildo. Her nose nearly touched the base as she held it there for several long seconds, her throat contracting around it. Her eyes watered slightly from the intense stretch, tears clinging to her lashes, before she slowly pulled back with a gag. Strings of spit connected her swollen lips to the toy as she gasped for air.
“Shit, Y/N,” Michael groaned deeply, his stroking hand moving faster along his hard dick. “Keep going, baby. Take it all for Daddy. You’re doing so good for me.”
She dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, sucking harder and faster now. Her head moved with more urgency, saliva coating the entire length of the dildo and making it shine under the bedroom lights. Y/N pulled it out for a second, looked directly at the camera with lustful eyes, and spit on it generously. Thick strings of spit ran down the toy and dripped from her chin onto her bare chest and cleavage creating a messy trail that slid slowly down her skin.
“You like that, Daddy?” she asked, spit still shining on her lips and chin as she held the dripping dildo in her hand.
“Yes, fuck yes,” Michael groaned, his voice strained and deep as he continued stroking himself faster. “You’re about to make me nut, baby. Keep sucking it just like that.”
Y/N kept the dildo deep in her mouth, bobbing her head with sloppy motions while her eyes stayed glued to his face on the camera. She watched every expression of pleasure cross his handsome features. Her own arousal spiked from seeing him lose control because of her.
Michael’s breathing grew ragged, his hand pumping his thick dick with urgent strokes. “Shit… I’m about to cum… fuck, Y/N,” he grunted.
He let out a deep moan as he came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, coating his toned abs and spilling over his stroking hand.
Y/N moaned around the dildo in her mouth at the sight. She watched intently as his cum coated his abs and fingers, dripping slowly down his body. The erotic visual made her pussy throb with need, her own juices still slick between her thighs.
“Take the robe all the way off, baby. Let me see that body,” Michael commanded.
Y/N obeyed immediately, shrugging the pink and white striped silk robe off her shoulders and tossing it aside onto the floor. Completely naked now, her smooth skin glowed under the soft bedroom lighting. She cupped her full breasts in both hands, squeezing and massaging them sensually for him. Her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, making them harden into tight peaks. She lifted one breast to her mouth, swirling her tongue slowly around her own nipple before sucking it between her lips with a soft moan. She alternated between them, licking, sucking, and gently biting while keeping her eyes locked on the camera.
“Damn, you’re so nasty,” Michael groaned, a smirk spreading across his face as he watched her. His dick twitched and began to harden again between his legs at the sight.
Y/N released her nipple with a wet pop. She smiled seductively. “Only for you, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good fucking girl for me. You know exactly what I like.”
He licked his lips slowly, his gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of her naked body. His dick continued to thicken and rise again, growing harder by the second just from watching her. “Now I want you to ride it. But first, set it up and show me that ass.”
Y/N bit her lip excitedly. She positioned the suction-cup base of the dildo firmly on the bed, pressing it down until it stood perfectly upright and stable. Then she climbed on top and straddled the toy on her knees without sliding down onto it yet. Facing away from the camera at first, she gave him a slow twerk. Her juicy ass cheeks clapped and bounced hypnotically, spreading open with each movement. This gave him a perfect view of her wet pussy lips and her tight hole winking invitingly at him.
She reached between her thighs, gripped the dildo and positioned the head right at her entrance. Slowly, she sank down onto it. The delicious stretch made her gasp sharply as the toy spread her open inch by inch. “Mmm… fuck,” she gasped.
“Take it all, baby,” Michael encouraged. “Don’t stop until you’re sitting all the way down on it. I want to see you take every inch.”
Y/N bit her lip harder, breathing heavily as she continued lowering herself. Her round ass descended until it finally met the bed. She let out a moan at the full feeling, her walls clenching and fluttering around the toy. Her body trembled slightly from the intense sensation and she paused for a second to adjust.
Then she started bouncing up and down on it with building rhythm. Her ass rippled and clapped with every movement, the sound mixing with the wet noises of her soaked pussy sliding up and down the dildo. “Michael… oh my god,” she moaned loudly. Her breasts bounced heavily in rhythm with her movements, and her hair swayed as she threw her head back in pleasure.
“Say my name louder, baby,” Michael demanded, his hand wrapping around his fully hard dick again as he began stroking himself slowly.
Y/N obeyed without hesitation, bouncing harder and faster on the dildo. Her ass cheeks jiggled hypnotically with every drop, her pussy creaming visibly on the toy. “Michael! Fuck, Michael!” she cried out even louder, her voice echoing through the bedroom as she lost herself completely in the pleasure.
Her cream coated the dildo thickly, leaving white rings around the base with every bounce. The sight was incredibly erotic, and Y/N could feel how slippery and messy she was making the toy. She shifted her movements, rolling her hips in a slow circular motion. The head of the dildo pressed perfectly against that sensitive spot deep inside her, sending sparks of intense pleasure shooting through her body with every grind. “Ahh— right there,” she whimpered loudly.
“Ride that shit. Ride that shit, fuck!” Michael growled. His moans and filthy encouragement only spurred her on, causing Y/N to ride even faster. She switched between bouncing hard and grinding deep. Her ass cheeks clapped loudly, rippling with every movement while her juices ran down the dildo and her thighs.
“Ohh fuck, I’m going to cum, baby!” Y/N cried out, her voice breaking as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. Her thighs shook violently, and her walls clenched tightly around the dildo.
“Cum all over that dick,” Michael commanded, stroking himself faster, his own breathing ragged. “Let me see it, baby. Cum for me. I’m right there with you—fuck!”
Y/N’s orgasm crashed over her hard. She let out a loud moan as she came, her body convulsing on the dildo. Clear squirt liquid gushed out around the toy in powerful spurts, mixing beautifully with her thick cream and soaking the sheets beneath her. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered wildly, juices dripping everywhere as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.
The sight of Y/N squirting and creaming so messily pushed Michael over the edge again. He groaned deeply, his body tensing as he came for the second time.
Both of them took their time coming down from the intense high. Y/N’s body was still trembling with lingering aftershocks, little shivers running through her as her chest rose and fell. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her thighs wet from her own release. She slowly lifted herself off the dildo with a breathy whimper escaping her lips as the thick toy slipped out of her sensitive pussy. A small trickle of her cream followed, dripping down her inner thighs.
She turned around to fully face the camera, her hair slightly messy and wild from all the movement.
Michael looked at her with hooded eyes, his head laid back lazily against the chair. A smile played on his lips as he took in the sight of her.
“You’re so sexy, you know that baby?” he said softly.
Y/N smiled shyly. “You are too, baby. Even with that bandana on.”
They both chuckled quietly. Michael stared at her for a long moment, his expression softening with pure affection. “I love you, Y/N. For real. These calls help, but I can’t wait to be home with you.”
“I love you too,” she replied warmly, her heart feeling full as she blew him a kiss through the screen. “So much.”
Michael’s smile widened. “And when I come back… just know that pussy is mine. I’m taking it as soon as I walk through that door. No questions asked.”
Y/N laughed softly. “I’ll be waiting. Ready and waiting for you whenever you get here, baby.”
They both chuckled again, the loving vibe settling warmly between them like a blanket. Michael blew a kiss back to her, and Y/N caught it dramatically with her hand, pressing it to her chest with a big smile. They shared one last lingering look before exchanging soft goodbyes and finally hanging up the call.
Y/N flopped back onto the bed with a happy sigh, already counting down the days until Michael was back home where he belonged.
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synopsis: Hollywood has its fair share of secrets, devious celebrities, and messy scandals. But behind the scenes, an anonymous blog known as House of Rumors unveils its boldest challenge yet: make Michael B. Jordan fall in love before the Academy Awards. Wunmi Mosaku accepts without hesitation. The only problem? No one ever taught her what to do when the leading lady falls first.
pairing: Michael B. Jordan x Wunmi Mosaku
inspo: wunmi & michael’s chemistry + @brownlyfe & @thebumblebeesworld + how to lose a guy in 10 days.
warnings: au, romcom, fluff, eventual smut, cursing, slow burn, angst, wunmi the birthday AND drama!
author’s note: i’ve gone down a sinners rabbit hole and there’s no point of return. i’ve seen almost all of michael’s work and honestly his chemistry with wunmi is the best out of all his love interests! i feel like with michael and wunmi, i’m interrupting something. anyways, i’ve been writing real people fanfics for years and i don’t care. so if you don’t like it, per usual, then don’t read! this is for people who love michael and wunmi’s chemistry just like me. thankgyaaa, xoxo!
also, i don’t know if i want this fic to stay as how to make a leading man fall or rename it the call sheet. let me know in the comments.
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Chapter Synopsis: Zoe Bennett gets a call back to do a Chemistry Reading with the one and only Michael B Jordan
Warnings: Mention of the word Sex
Pairings: Eventual Michael B Jordan x OC
This is one of the many passion projects of mine so please enjoy <3
Chapter One--- Chapter 2
Ever since Zoe could remember, she wanted to be an actress. She didn’t care about becoming a star or having her name in the Hall of Fame or etched into the sidewalk. She didn’t even need to be an A-list celebrity. She just wanted to bring joy to the people who watched movies to escape their own lives—to see her on screen and feel certain, even for a moment, that the film they were watching was going to be good.
And that’s what Zoe tried to do.
It was a passion she never let slip away. Every chance she got, she went from audition to audition. And each time, she was met with the same harsh reminder—watching the beautiful blonde with porcelain skin get picked, or the woman with a thinner frame, or someone who simply had enough money to buy their way in.
Zoe learned quickly that the film industry had a type, and she didn’t fit it.
But she didn’t give up. Young and still eager, she found herself auditioning for a Disney show: Starlight Harbor, a Disney Channel teen movie about a coastal town where stars “fall” into the ocean and grant small magical effects.
She had only planned to start small, aiming for a background role. But they liked her energy—how full of life she was—and instead cast her as Erica, the main protagonist’s best friend: a grounded, ambitious girl who discovers she can “read” star fragments. It became her breakout role.
From there, things took off. She was soon picked up by Disney again to star in a series called Brightside High, where she played a student counselor with a surprising singing voice.
For years, she worked steadily, building her career and living her life. By her early twenties into her early thirties, she had appeared in multiple films and series—Glass Houses, After the Lights, Redline Protocol, The Distance Between Us, Neon Hearts, and most recently, Empire of Ashes.
Zoe Bennet became a household name, and she lived her dreams to the fullest.
But now...
“Zoe Bennett!?”
Zoe froze at the sound of her name over the phone. The ringing in her ears faded as she blinked, trying to process what she’d just heard.
“Oh—uh, sorry… did you just say I got the part?”
Black Horizon. The biggest film of the year. A high-stakes action thriller and espionage disaster movie. And her? Zoe Bennett was being considered for the female lead: Dr. Elara Vance, a brilliant scientist with a rare talent for deciphering and translating alien languages.
A soft laugh came through the line.
"Ha, thought we lost you there. But kind of. Denis really loved your take on Elara, and so did Mary. We were actually hoping you'd come in for a chemistry read with the male lead."
Zoe's stomach immediately twisted with nerves. She was so close. Chemistry reads weren't something she'd had to do often throughout her career, and now everything suddenly felt real.
"Oh, yeah, I can do that! When would you like me to come out there? I'm in Atlanta right now, so I'd need to fly to LA."
She slipped out of bed and reached for the planner tucked away in her bedside drawer.
The woman hummed thoughtfully. "Could you make it this Friday?"
Zoe flipped through the pages. Her schedule was clear, and she had more than enough money saved for a flight.
"Yeah, of course. That's completely fine with me."
She grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled a note across Friday's empty space.
"Amazing. Well, we'll see you then."
After they hung up, Zoe let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Almost immediately, she pulled up available flights to Los Angeles.
She wasn't about to get ahead of herself and start apartment hunting or making filming plans. If there wasn't chemistry between her and the male lead, she could still lose the role. Nothing was guaranteed yet.
Still, she couldn't help but feel optimistic.
The chemistry read should be simple enough. Elara didn't have a love interest in the script. If anything, she was treated more like valuable government property—someone whose knowledge was too important to lose. The male lead, Jace Calloway, had been assigned to protect and escort her throughout the mission.
There weren't any romantic scenes. No dramatic kisses. Nothing like that.
In fact, the dynamic reminded her a little of The Last of Us—two people forced together by circumstances, learning to trust one another while trying to survive.
She just hoped the actor playing Jace was nice.
Once her flight was booked and her suitcase packed, there wasn't much else to do. She decided to sleep on it. There would be plenty of time to overthink everything later.
After all, Friday was only two days away.
The plane ride wasn't bad at all. Zoe kept in contact with Rebecca, letting her know she'd arrived safely and checked into a hotel only a few minutes from the studio lot. Rebecca sent over the gate passcode she'd need to get through security on Friday morning, along with a reminder of where to report once she arrived.
That left Zoe with an entire day and night to herself in Los Angeles.
She wasn't much of a party person, never had been. Shopping, though? That was another story. It turned out to be the perfect distraction from the knot of nerves sitting stubbornly in her stomach.
With a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose, she wandered along one of LA's shopping districts, peering through store windows as she passed. Most of the displays made her laugh more than anything. Everything was outrageously expensive.
Five thousand dollars for a dress? Did it come with magical powers?
And don't even get her started on the purses. Or the shoes.
Zoe had money, more than she'd ever dreamed of having growing up, but she wasn't about to spend it on something she'd wear once before shoving it into the back of a closet. Even if the shopping was a bust, the food more than made up for it.
That evening she found herself seated at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. The skyline glowed beneath the setting sun, painting the glass towers in shades of gold and orange. She ate alone, but she didn't mind. Every now and then someone recognized her from a movie or television show and stopped by to ask for an autograph or a picture.
The interactions were always brief and respectful, and seeing how excited people got never failed to make her smile.
Los Angeles had always been fun. And if she landed this role, she could definitely see herself spending a lot more time here.
Eventually the evening came to an end. Back in her hotel room, she laid out her outfit for the next morning, checked the studio address for what felt like the hundredth time, and set three separate alarms.
Sleep didn't come easily. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind drifted back to Black Horizon. To Elara. To the chemistry read. To the possibility that everything could change tomorrow.
When morning finally arrived, Zoe was awake before her alarms had the chance to go off.
After a quick shower and a light breakfast she barely tasted, she got dressed, gathered her things, and headed downstairs. The California morning air was cool against her skin as she stepped outside and climbed into the car waiting to take her to the studio.
The closer she got, the faster her heart seemed to beat.
Soon the familiar studio gates came into view.
Taking a steadying breath, Zoe rolled down the window and gave security the passcode Rebecca had sent her.
The driver pulled up outside a small studio building. Zoe was already familiar with it, this was where she'd come for her last callback, the one where she'd performed scenes in front of the director and producer. After tipping the driver, she stepped out and made her way toward the entrance.
She needed to calm down. She had this, she'd studied Elara inside and out, spent weeks preparing, and watched countless films in the same genre. She knew the character and she knew the material.
Opening the door, she stepped into the green room—and immediately froze. Sitting inside were Naomi Scott, Ayo Edebiri, and Sophie Thatcher.
All three were incredible actresses and suddenly, Zoe felt very, very intimidated.
"Oh, hey! You're Zoe Bennett!" Sophie said with a grin. "I loved you in Empire of Ashes."
The compliment caught Zoe off guard, but she found herself smiling.
"Ah, yeah?"
The nerves in her stomach loosened just a little when Sophie nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah! Me and my friend were obsessed with it. We were definitely shocked when we saw you naked, though. But hey, you've got a banging body."
Zoe laughed. "That was the first time I've ever been naked on camera. Thankfully everyone was really respectful about it. The final product turned out great, though." She paused. "That episode was one my dad definitely skipped."
"I can't blame him," Naomi said with a laugh. The room chuckled, and Zoe felt herself relax even more.
"So, have you guys gone in yet?" she asked. The three shook their heads.
"Nope," Ayo said, setting down a magazine and stretching. "We just got here. Rebecca said we're waiting on Michael before we start."
Zoe blinked. "Michael?"
"Yeah. Michael B. Jordan."
The name hit her like a freight train. Her brain stalled completely.
Michael B. Jordan?
As in Creed?
As in Black Panther?
As in that Michael B. Jordan?
He was playing Jace Calloway?
"M-Michael B. Jordan?" she repeated. "Like... Creed Michael B. Jordan?"
The other women immediately noticed the panic returning to her face. "Hey, it's gonna be okay," Sophie assured her, patting her knee. "He's actually really chill. Total professional."
Zoe quickly shook her head.
"Oh, no. That's not what I'm worried about."
The three exchanged curious looks.
Zoe dropped her face into her hands.
"I have the biggest damn celebrity crush on him."
The room exploded with laughter. "Oh, you poor thing," Ayo managed between laughs which made Zoe groan louder.
"No, seriously. This is a disaster."
"Could be worse," Naomi said, still smiling.
"How?"
"At least you'll get to act out the romance scenes with him."
Zoe looked up. "What romance scenes?" Naomi blinked and wondered where Zoe has been at. "You didn't hear?"
"Hear what?"
The actresses exchanged looks.
"Oh no," Sophie muttered.
Zoe sat up straighter.
"What?"
"Apparently they made script changes a few weeks ago," Naomi explained. "My manager told me they added a romance subplot."
"A romance subplot?" Zoe choked out with her eyes widening. "Yeah."
The silence stretched. "Is that why we're doing chemistry reads?" Zoe asked slowly. All three women nodded in unison which made Zoe's eyes widened.
"Oh no."
"There's supposed to be kissing scenes," Naomi added.
Zoe looked horrified.
"Oh no."
"And a pretty intimate scene."
"OH NO."
She buried her face back into her hands.
"I'm not ready for this."
Part of her briefly considered getting up, walking out the door, and pretending she'd never received the callback in the first place. Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance.
The door opened and Rebecca stepped into the room holding a clipboard. "Okay, ladies, ready?"
She paused when she noticed Zoe looking like she was in the middle of an existential crisis.
"...Everything okay?"
"No," Zoe answered honestly.
Rebecca laughed as she did not know and was not paid to ask. "Well, Michael's here and ready to start, so we'll be going alphabetically."
Ayo stood.
"That's me."
Rebecca nodded. "You're up first."
With one final stretch, Ayo rose from her chair and followed Rebecca out of the room, leaving Zoe alone with her thoughts.
Well, almost alone.
Naomi and Sophie were still there, but Zoe barely heard the conversations around her. Her attention remained fixed on the closed door. Every so often, muffled voices drifted through the wall, followed by the occasional burst of applause. Then Ayo emerged with a smile on her face, and Naomi was called in next.
The cycle repeated.
Wait.
Applause.
Door opens.
Door closes.
Soon it was just Sophie and Zoe remaining.
Sophie did her best to calm her nerves, but the relief never lasted long. Every reassuring word seemed to fade the moment Zoe remembered who was waiting on the other side of that door.
Michael B. Jordan.
By the time Sophie was called in, Zoe felt like she might throw up.
The room seemed impossibly quiet after Sophie left. Zoe sat alone, twisting her fingers together as her imagination ran wild. She didn't even know what scene they were reading. She hadn't received the updated script. For all she knew, she was about to walk into a full-blown romance scene completely unprepared.
When the door finally opened again, Zoe nearly jumped out of her seat.
Rebecca stepped into the waiting room.
"Zoe?"
Zoe was already standing.
"Uh, Ms. Sterling?" she started quickly. "I wasn't aware the scenes had been changed to include romance. I never received an updated script."
Rebecca didn't seem concerned in the slightest.
"It's fine. Denis will explain the scene, and then we'll have you perform it."
That should have reassured her but it didn't. Because explaining the scene wasn't the problem. The problem was that Michael B. Jordan was in there...Waiting.
Zoe swallowed hard and followed Rebecca into the room. Her heart felt like it was trying to punch its way out of her chest.
"Zoe Bennett," Rebecca announced. Zoe's eyes immediately found Denis Villeneuve, who greeted her with a warm smile. Beside him sat Mary Parent, who offered a polite nod while studying her carefully.
Then Zoe looked to the side. And there he was. Michael B. Jordan.
He sat comfortably in a chair wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark slacks. Nothing that screamed movie star and Oscar winner. And somehow that made him even more attractive.
Oh, this is terrible...So terrible
He looked up as she entered, their eyes met and for a moment neither of them looked away.
Zoe felt her stomach flip. Why was he staring at her like that?
The intensity of it made her pulse quicken, and she quickly forced herself to look elsewhere.
"Morning, Mr. Villeneuve. Ms. Parent."
"Morning, Ms. Bennett," Denis replied. "We're glad you could make it. We know this chemistry read was a bit spontaneous."
He gestured toward another man seated nearby.
"Joe felt there should be some romance between the leads. Something that would strengthen the emotional core and help bring in a wider audience."
Joe Robert Cole gave her a small nod.
"Oh. Yeah. Totally." Zoe nodded as though she understood, despite the fact that her brain was still stuck on Michael being ten feet away.
"So... how exactly does this work?" she asked. "Do we... uh... are we kissing?"
A small laugh escaped Michael, it wasn't mocking but held amusement. Still, Zoe felt heat immediately crawl up her neck.
Denis chuckled with a shake of his head.
"No, sweetheart. Nothing like that. We're simply looking for emotional chemistry."
Relief washed over her.
"We'll be reading a scene where the power has failed inside an underground facility. Elara and Jace are trapped together in a maintenance tunnel."
Okay. That she could do.
No kissing. No romance. Just plain acting. Zoe nodded and walked toward the center of the room. Michael rose from his chair and met her halfway and now up close was somehow worse...Or better. No, No Definitely worse.
"Hi," she managed.
"Hey."
The confidence in his voice was effortless. The kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly who you were and how to do your job.
"Don't worry," he said. "This won't be bad. You're a great actress. I've seen your work." The words immediately eased some of the tension knotting her shoulders.
"Thanks, Michael." She smiled before she took a slow breath.
One in. One out.
Then another.
The room faded away. The nerves. The pressure. Piece by piece, Zoe slipped into Elara Vance.
She lowered herself onto the floor, imagining the cold metal walls of a maintenance tunnel surrounding her.
Across from her, Michael did the same.
And just like that, the audition began.
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Emergency lights flickered overhead, one moment a harsh red glow, the next complete darkness, broken only by the faint green light of Elara’s tablet as it to cut in and out.
The walls groaned and creaked around them, the structure straining under whatever force was tearing through it. It felt like the room itself was closing in. Elara’s back was pressed against the wall. Across from her, Jace refused to look directly at her. And when he did, his gaze cut sharp—tight with suspicion, with anger she could feel even without words.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew he blamed her.
“Still think I caused all of this?” Her voice came out tired, strained, as she fought with the tablet in her hands. The device kept flickering, power stuttering like something was actively interfering with it.
Whatever signal the aliens were sending—it was corrupting everything.
“I think you’re hiding something,” Jace said flatly. His eyes stayed on her as she struggled, watching without offering help.
Frustration finally snapped through her. Elara let out a sharp breath and tossed the tablet aside. It hit the ground with a dull clatter, the screen flashing in and out like it was mocking her.
“Yeah, well, join the club. Everyone thinks that.”
She was used to it—people looking at her like she was the problem. Like her theories, her work, her very presence was what brought the aliens down on them.
“Maybe because you are,” he replied. The words landed harder than she expected. Elara went still. The red emergency light flickered again, strobing between light and shadow. Each pulse carved harsher lines into Jace’s face, sharpening his scowl into something almost unreadable.
She looked away, down at the broken tablet.
“Do you know what it’s like,” she said quietly, “to be the smartest person in the room… and still have no one who wants to listen?”
It sounded arrogant if you didn’t understand it—but that wasn’t what it was. It was exhaustion. Years of it.
“For ten years I’ve tried to tell them it wasn’t a power source problem. Ten years I’ve been saying something beyond our comprehension was trying to communicate with us.”
Her voice tightened.
“So I built this stupid device to figure out what it wanted. And it didn’t matter. Nobody cared—until things started going wrong.”
The lights flickered again. Red. Darkness. Red again.
Jace watched her now, really watched her. And for a moment, something shifted in his expression. The anger didn’t disappear—but it softened at the edges.
Tiredness. Recognition. She looked exhausted. Like she’d been running long before any of this started.
“You stayed,” he said.
Elara frowned slightly. “What?”
“If everyone ignored you… why stay?”
Silence stretched between them.
Then Jace moved closer, lowering into a crouch in front of her. The distance between them disappeared.
His brown eyes locked onto hers, steady and unblinking.
“Why did you stay, Elara?”
The way he said her name—no rank, no title—landed differently. Like it mattered and Elara swallowed hard.
“Because…” Her voice dropped. “If something happened because I walked away… I’d never forgive myself.”
The confession came out quieter than she intended, fragile in a way she didn’t like showing.
Tears gathered in her eyes, not from weakness, but from everything she’d been carrying. The exhaustion. The doubt. The years of being dismissed.
Before she could say more, the entire structure jolted violently. Elara reacted on instinct, grabbing his hand. Jace immediately moved with her, pulling her in close, one arm wrapping around her protectively as the world around them shook.
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Zoe caught a faint trace of his cologne as the scene settled around them—warm, clean, disorienting in the aftermath of the intensity they’d just played out. She was still half in it, still trying to come down from Elara, when the sharp clap broke the silence.
She blinked and pulled back. Denis, Mary, and Joe were watching them like they’d just witnessed something decisive.
“That was amazing—wow,” Denis said, leaning forward slightly. He glanced to Mary and Joe, who both nodded in agreement.
“You two have incredible chemistry,” Joe added, already jotting something down next to Zoe’s name. “Honestly… I think we found our Elara.”
Zoe froze. Her name on the page. And just like that.
After everything—the callbacks, the waiting, the doubt—it was that simple?
“She was a natural,” Michael said with a quiet laugh as he stood. He offered Zoe a hand up when she hesitated, still half-stunned. “I almost forgot we weren’t actually in a tunnel for a second.”
Zoe took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. He noticed her expression and gave her shoulder a light, reassuring pat.
“Hey, you did great. I can’t wait to work on this with you. I think we’ve got something really special here.”
“Y-yeah,” she managed, nodding as she turned back toward the group.
Everything felt slightly unreal now, like she was still inside the scene and hadn’t fully stepped out of it yet.
“We’ll start filming in about a week or two,” Denis said, checking his notes. “We’re finalizing the rest of the cast. Both of you will need to come in tomorrow for fittings. Then we’ll do some rehearsal scenes and a script read on Tuesday.”
“Sounds great,” Zoe said quickly, a little too quickly. “Can’t wait.”
Inside, her mind was already racing ahead—housing, moving, logistics. If this was real, she wasn’t just visiting LA anymore. She was living here. Soon, the session wrapped and people began to disperse.
Zoe and Michael ended up walking out at the same time. Neither of them spoke at first. Zoe was flipping through the revised script Denis had handed her, already half-absorbed in the changes.
“Hey,” Michael said after a moment.
She looked up.
“What?”
He smiled slightly, amused. “You always get that deep in your head?”
“Oh—no. I just focus really hard,” she said, snapping the script shut. “Did you need something?”
“Yeah,” he said casually. “I was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers. You know—keep in touch. We can run lines if we need to before filming starts.”
Zoe nodded immediately. “Oh, yeah. That’s smart.” She handed him her phone without hesitation. He added his number, then passed it back so she could do the same.
“All right,” he said, tucking his phone away. “See you around, Zoe.”
“Yeah. See you.”
He walked off toward his ride while Zoe stayed where she was for a second longer, watching him go before it fully hit her.
She had his number. Michael B. Jordan’s number.
She stared at her phone like it might disappear if she blinked too hard, then quickly saved the contact under “MJ” before she could overthink it. A breathy laugh slipped out of her. This was insane.
Her Uber pulled up at the curb, snapping her back into motion. She climbed in, already reaching for her phone again.
First call: her mom. She had news to share. Big news. And a life to start rearranging.
