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The Anthology - Chapter 1: The Bolter

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

His place, as it turns out. More out of proximity than anything else. And despite Natasha’s blood humming contentedly in her veins as she nestles underneath the sheets later that night, sleep doesn’t quite manage to find her. She looks away from the shadows dancing across the ceiling and turns to the space next to her, where Steve is slumbering peacefully. One side of his face is burrowed into his pillow, but it doesn’t matter. Somehow, underneath the moonlight streaming through the liminal space between the curtains, cutting through the darkness of his bedroom, he manages to look even more beautiful. Surrendering to the urge to reach across what little distance remains between them, she lets her fingers brush away the rogue strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead. The action elicits a blissful sigh from him as he stirs ever so slightly, and she doesn’t miss the way that makes her heart feel as though it’s a little too big for her chest.

This wasn’t the plan. When the directors had suggested that they spend more time together – allow the chemistry to blossom, they had said – they hadn’t agreed to anything more than afternoon coffees in the name of, as the panel’s mediator had put it, movie magic. And if either of them expected anything more, it’s not as though anything could really come of this anyway. He’s America’s sweetheart, the current darling of the industry and the face of the hottest superhero franchise. Tarnishing that image would be a crime – especially by her hands. Only those coffees had quickly turned into dinners in each other’s rentals. Which seamlessly paved the way for late night chats over bottles of wine that never quite made it into glasses. And before either of them realized, they were hooked on the taste of Bordeaux on each other’s lips. But even as reaching for each other in the middle of the night had started to become so automatic it was practically a reflex, she never thought it would turn into… well, this. This was only supposed to be fun, a harmless outlet for the relentless pressure that came with headlining a blockbuster. Nothing more. There was never supposed to be any reverence in this. At least, not in the way Steve touched her, setting her skin alight as he got to know every single inch of it as if it were his own. Nor was it supposed to be in the way he looked at her, his blue eyes baring into hers and seeing past seemingly every façade she’s spent years carefully crafting. But it’s there, its presence as glaring as the sun on a cloudless morning that even she can’t convince herself otherwise. Above all else, though, she was never supposed to reciprocate any of that. Not willingly, anyway. She could chalk up knowing that he can only take his coffee if it’s piping hot and that he can’t stand the taste of pickles to the many hours spent on set together, but what of the rest? She had no excuse for revealing to him, truthfully, the meaning behind the tattoos on her skin when he had asked – close to dozing off as he was. Or the vitriol that burns deep within her each time she hears the invasive questions the press directs at him, shamelessly trying to pry into what little of his life he doesn’t share with the world. Perhaps most egregious, though, is how sometimes, she catches herself wishing that here, next to him, is truly her place. That, when the sets are taken down and the shutters are placed back on all the lenses, she could still, at the end of the day, watch him dream.

Which is what she’s doing now, it seems. Fuck. The realization runs through her like a freight train, and it’s as though for a moment, the breath gets caught in her lungs. For this feeling, it’s one she knows well. One she’s felt before, one too many times, if the entire world were to have their say. And while the bruises from those times were solely metaphorical, she still knows where they are, and can still feel where they once marked her. A sudden flash in the dark breaks her reverie, and it’s almost in relief that she shifts to her side to reach for her phone on the bedside table, her lungs finally remembering how to function as she breathes in. On the screen, an email from her agent catches her eye. To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: URGENT

www.thedailystar.com/castmates-or-more - You don’t need this right now. Neither of you do.

Melina Vostokoff Head of Talent, Red Room Agency 310.168.0098

Her eyebrows furrow as she taps on the link and watches as it opens up her browser.

THE SOLDIER & THE SPY: ROMANCE ON SET

Love is in the air… but is it for who we think it is?

When Marvel Studios had announced that Captain America and Black Widow would be teaming up in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, the long-awaited next installment to the studio’s burgeoning superhero franchise, fans were elated at the possibility of seeing the world’s first Super Soldier finally find his match in the reformed assassin. And while details of the movie’s plot are still being kept under wraps, it appears that regardless of what happens when the movie hits the big screen in the Summer, people may just get the sizzling romance they were seeking.

Costars Steve Rogers, 29, and Natasha Romanoff, 32, who play Captain America and Black Widow respectively, were recently seen having dinner at celebrity hotspot, Nobu Los Angeles. While they had arrived separately, a picture captured of Romanoff driving her onyx Corvette out the parking garage with Rogers in the passenger seat confirmed that the pair had left together at the end of the evening.

“They’ve definitely grown closer since filming began,” an anonymous on-set source tells The Daily Star. “They enjoy each other’s company and it’s not surprising to find them together during downtime. At least not to the people on set.”

Though Rogers hasn’t been linked to anyone in recent months, Romanoff’s divorce from Matt Murdock, star of the Daredevil television series on Disney+, was finalized in the Spring of last year. Prior to marrying the silver screen star, though, Romanoff, who rose to fame taking on roles as enigmatic ingenues in various acclaimed independent films, and who has twice been voted Maxim’s Sexiest Woman Alive, was also married to renowned surgeon, Stephen Strange, earlier on in her career.

The Daily Star has reached out to both Rogers’ and Romanoff’s representatives for comment but did not receive a response prior to this article’s publication.

What do you think of a potential romance between these two costars? Sound off below in the comments!

She knows better by now. Truly, she does. She was a mere child when she entered this industry. Back then, it did no good for anyone to look through the tabloid opinion pages when they were merely in print, and it’s even more deleterious now that anyone could fire off their hot take for the world to see. Even so, like a moth to a flame, she finds herself scrolling further down the page.

HannahLovesCap1918: if he’s wise he’ll stay away from this Maneater!!!!!!!!!!

_sarah_: Husband #3 already in her web, I see!

marvelloverr: Does she never not hang onto the next hot thing?

sophiaxxrogers: it’s giving engagement ring collector fr fr 💀

She stops there, but it doesn’t matter. Every headline written about her begins to flash through her mind like a highlight reel of every mistake she’s ever made, perceived or otherwise. And with a career that’s spanned as long as hers has, that list is lengthy – a ledger gushing with enough red to drown even those who claim to be unfazed by it. The reminder reawakens the pain that’s since dulled but found a permanent home deep in her bones nonetheless, quickly consuming the bubbly effervescence that occupied her mere moments ago, and if that isn’t reason enough to have her bolting out of bed, one final glance at the man sleeping next to her certainly is.

Prologue | Chapter 2 (Coming Soon)

#Romanogers #Captain America #Natasha Romanoff #Steve Rogers #Black Widow #The Anthology #The Bolter #steve x natasha #Movie Star AU #Hollywood AU

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haihaihaitani · 9 months

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You Look Perfect ~ *Shinichiro Sano*

Summary: Your unusual closeness with Shinichiro has been spotted by the tabloids. While he’s freaking out, you’re blissfully unaware. Now he needs to decide if he should shatter the fragile peace between the two of you...

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2349

Warning: teasing siblings, sexual innuendos confronting your feelings, hurt to comfort

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

A/N: THIS IS A PART TWO TO Do I Look Okay? YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY READ THAT ONE FIRST.

It was all over the tabloids:

RISING STARLIT’S NEW BEAU!

FOOLING AROUND WITH PROTECTION!

JUST WHO IS SHINICHIRO SANO?

If this was the paparazzi’s way of getting him to sweat, then they really knew how to do their job well. His hands were clammy and his bottom lip was raw from how often he was chewing on it. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t used to seeing his face plastered all over the tabloids. That was your department.

Speaking of you, Shinichiro’s anxiety increased tenfold. What were you thinking about all of this? Have you seen the tabloids in the first place? He didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. You probably hated him. You were probably going to have him fired and he’d lose the best thing to ever happen to him.

But he deserved it. He got too close. That’s why all of these tabloids were reporting on your supposed relationship. He told himself to stay away from you, to keep things strictly professional. But you were so alluring, you just kept drawing him in. He was foolish enough to fall for your temptations.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn’t want to answer it. It could be anyone. You, giving him his termination notice, the company, also telling him he was fired, or it could be another tabloid asking for an exclusive interview. But he knew that he couldn’t run from this forever. So with a long, depressed sigh, he opened his phone to a text from his brother:

Call me. Now.

And then his brother was calling him. Shinichiro had no choice but to answer.

“He-”

“TELL. US. EVERYTHING!” His sister shrieked through the phone. “I NEED ALL THE JUICY DETAILS ABOUT EVERYTHING!”

“Emma, stop shouting.” Mikey lightly scolded her. “We’re asking him if he’s okay.”

“I know that! But he’s finally dating THE Y/n L/n! I need to know how all of this happened and who made the first move!”

Shinichiro groaned. “Guys, not you too.”

Mikey snorted. “Well, it’s not our fault you’ve been fooling around with your boss. At least the point of this call was to ask if you’re alright. From your response, I’m sure you’re getting harassed.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. And now from my own siblings.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “And no, Emma, we’re not actually dating. It’s just a scandal created by the tabloids.”

“Ha, likely story.” She chuckled. “What’s sex with her like?”

His eyes widened. “I do not feel comfortable sharing my sex life with my younger siblings.”

“So you have had sex with her?!”

“NO NEVER!”

“Emma, please.” Mikey groaned with disgust. “Seriously though, are you okay? Do you need us to come kidnap you or something? We can do a little sibling getaway to, like, Okinawa or something. Wait till the heat dies down?”

He thought about it. What he was suggesting, it sounded nice. A chance to get away and spend some quality time with his siblings that he didn’t get often. It could be really nice and relaxing. But what about you? You couldn’t just dip out because the heat was too intense. You would be stuck going through this scandal alone. And even if it meant he’d get burned with you, he still cares an awful lot about you. No, he couldn’t leave you here by yourself.

“Nah, don’t do that. Y/n, she needs me now more than ever. I’m not walking away to let her fend for herself.” He explained.

Mikey tsked. “You really do love this girl, don’t you?”

He couldn’t admit it outloud. Admitting it outloud made it real and it just couldn't be real. So he hoped his brother could interpret his silence.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Seriously Shin, you need to ask her out! You love her so much and I’m sure she has the hots for you too!” Emma squealed. “Just sweep her off her feet all heroic like, you know like in the movies she’s in! And then tell us all the juicy details!”

“Emma!” Both brothers shouted.

Shinichiro chuckled. At least moments like this weren’t ruined by his unexpected fame. It made him feel better knowing that his family would always be there for him, no matter what. And that spoke volumes about loyalty.

“I have to go, but I’ll talk to you both soon.”

“Just keep your head down and try not to get into any more trouble.” Mikey said. “I’m sorry but I can’t be the responsible brother.”

“You got that right.”

“Would you shut up, Emma?”

Again, he laughed as he hung up on their bickering. That was the Sano’s for you: always fighting but when times are tough, they band together to get through it together. He didn’t know what he would do without them in his corner.

As soon as his phone call ended, your front door opened. Despite the storm circling around you from this scandal, you didn’t look worse for wear. If anything, you still looked positively radiant. Shinichiro felt his breath catch in the back of his throat, but he pushed down his feelings of awe. You didn’t need him being a lovesick teenager right now. You needed a pillar of strength, or even a shoulder to cry on. He needed to be there for you before he addressed his own feelings about all of this.

“Oh, you’re here.” You seemed genuinely surprised he was here, but your smile only brightened. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I-” He paused, surprised you’d be asking. Surely you knew, right? “How are you?”

You shrugged. “Hmm, can’t complain. Been better, been worse, so on and so forth. How are you? You look like the world is ready to collapse around you. What happened?”

Again, he was tongue-tied. How could you not know? Someone had to have told you right? For the past couple of days you’ve been booked solid with photoshoots and commercial shootings. Someone on the staff had to have shown you all of the articles claiming you both were in a relationship. Was this your way of ignoring the problem, hoping it would go away? If so, it stung more than he thought. He thought you’d at least let him down gently.

You noticed his eyes flick to the tabloids spread across your coffee table. “Oh, those! I don’t think I’ve seen that one! I hope the pictures are good. The last magazine someone shoved in my face had the most awful photos of us. I was wearing that nasty green dress I had you burn three weeks ago. I mean if they’re going to expose our relationship, they could at least pick decent photos.”

Shinichiro was effectively frozen in place as you skimmed through the magazines. His mind whirling at a trillion miles per hour as he dissected your words. Did you just say what he thought you said? Our relationship? What did you mean by that? A flutter of hope told him that you believed the tabloids, that you both were in a romantic relationship.

But the pragmatic part of him scolded his wishful thinking. You couldn’t have meant that. It was a slip of the tongue, that was all. It had to be. You were much smarter than that, to even think about pursuing a romantic relationship with him. You knew it would destroy your career that you worked so hard to build. He cursed himself for being so foolish in thinking you liked him like he loved you.

“I-” He started again, but he couldn’t continue. He didn’t know what to say. What did you say in situations like this? You’ve never been caught in a dating scandal before, always so careful with who you interacted with. Well, except for him. But even so, he had no idea what to do now.

You glanced up at him, your big, innocent eyes making his knees buckle. “Hmm? Oh, thank you by the way. I definitely needed to see this. After the day I’ve been having, you have no idea. These pictures are much better. You really have an eye for good photography.”

“Ah, what?”

Your giggle practically made his insides turn to jelly. “C’mon Shin. Take a compliment for once.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean, what are you talking about?”

Tilting your head so cutely to the side, he almost fell forward. Seriously, you had to know how much you were driving him crazy! If you didn’t stop soon, he knew he’d lose all self-control. “I’m sorry? Ah, now I’m confused!”

“What, what did you mean by our relationship?” His voice wavered as he tried to directly ask you about the situation. But being direct with you was never his strong suit.

“Oh! That!” You laughed. “Well, I mean, it was no secret, right? I’ve practically been draped across you for like a year now. I’m just surprised it took them so long to figure it out.”

“Wait.” He sat down in front of you, one hand rubbing his forehead. “Are, are you telling me that you think we’ve been in a relationship for a year now?”

“Well, yeah.” There was a slight pause, causing him to look you in the eyes again. Your sweet smile had dipped into a cute frown. “Did, well, didn’t you think so?”

He sighed. “It’s all news to me.”

Standing up abruptly, you put your hands on your hips and glared at him with a cute pout. “Dammit Shin! What do you mean it’s news to you? Like I said, I’ve been hanging off you for a year! I haven’t made my feelings for you a secret! How could you not have seen it? All the dinners we’ve had, the premiere’s we’ve gone to, the car rides around the city? Tell me you didn’t notice it then! Hell, do I have to spell it out for you? I. Love. You. Do you get it now? Do you get how much I am absolutely head over heels in love with you? What do I have to do to get it through your thick skull, huh?”

All Shinichiro could do was stare at you as you went on your tirade. In all honesty, this wasn’t how he imagined hearing you loved him for the first time. If anything, he thought he’d manage to gather enough confidence to confess to you and then he’d hear you say those three little words. As per usual, he didn’t know what to say.

Before he could even open his mouth to attempt words, your face fell further into a deep sadness.

“Unless… u-unless none of that actually meant anything to you. Unless you don’t actually love me like I love you.” You sank back down into your seat, your head in your hands. “Oh God, I messed up. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve kept up the act, playing innocent. I’m such an idiot. Damn…”

“No.”

You glanced up at him, your pretty eyes wet with tears. His heart lurched in his chest. This wasn’t what he wanted.

“What?”

“No.”

Shinichiro punctuated his one word answer by practically crawling over the coffee table that separated the two of you and pressing a firm kiss on your lips. He was frozen stiff and your eyes were wide with shock. But he kept pressing and you eventually gave in. Taking his face in your hands, you guided him through the kiss, moving your lips delicately against his. His heart somersaulted erratically in his chest, but he’d give you all his breath and all his love to keep from pulling away from this moment. It was perfect. You were perfect.

You were the one to pull away first. You were breathing heavily and your lips were puffy. But you still looked beautiful. Pressing your forehead against his, your eyes remained closed and your fingers stroked his cheeks lovingly. You were just so perfect.

“Shin,” You breathed. “You need to work on your kissing.”

He let out a slight huff. “I’ll try.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“Good. Thank you.”

You chuckled. “I can’t believe we waited this long to kiss. It was amazing.”

He nodded. “It was extraordinary.”

Pulling away a little more, you looked him in the eyes and he almost kissed you again. The love in your eyes was so inviting and sweet. He had only dreamed of you looking at him like that. And now it was his reality. He couldn’t believe it. It all felt like a dream still.

And he needed to shatter it before he fell too far.

“But I have to know. Are you okay with all of this? If we keep pursuing this relationship, it’ll destroy you. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are and I know you want to go further. I don’t want to get in the way of that. If I have to sacrifice my happiness to help you, I-”

You kissed him again.

It wasn’t as desperate and needed as the one before. It was softer and kinder. “Shin, I would do anything for you. I’ve had my taste of fame and fortune. If something as silly as the two of us dating ruins me, so be it. I won’t give you up for the world. I swear it.”

“God, I love you.” He breathed before tumbling into another kiss. For what felt like hours, the two of you made out, slow and sweet.

And of course, all sweet things must come to an end far too soon.

You jumped when you heard a knock at your door. Shinichiro went to see who it was. He sighed when he saw it was a couple of your friends. When you saw them, you smiled brightly.

“Let them in, please. I’ll explain everything to them.”

He nodded, his hand reaching for the doorknob.

“Wait.”

When he looked at you, he noticed you fidgeting with your clothes and hair. With desperate eyes, you asked, “How do I look?”

With a soft smile, Shinichiro pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“You look perfect.”

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writingwife-83 · 1 year

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 5: Movie Star AU

Not in love with this title, but it is what it is. And I’m a few min late getting this in for day 5, but hey that’s ok. 🤷‍♀️ this one is a touch longer since I worked in more nods to canon, so I’ll add a read more. Hope you guys like it!

That’s a Wrap (👈 AO3)

“Are you ok?”

Sherlock’s eyes lifted from his phone and into the mirror to meet Molly’s gaze, fixed intensely upon him even as she continued carefully arranging his curls. Sherlock opened his lips, but she quickly cut in.

“Don’t just say you are. I can tell you’re not. It’s just… you look sad, when you think he can’t see you.”

Sherlock glanced at his agent, John, who was at the other end of the room chatting with the director and completely unaware.

“You can see me.”

“I don’t count.”

That gave him pause. What did she mean by that?

“Anyway, it’s an intense role, y’know? You really put your all into a character, and that can take a toll after a while. This one especially,” Molly continued, twisting some of the tendrils around her fingers. “So if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all… you can have me.”

Sherlock lifted a brow and she backpedaled a bit at her own wording.

“No, I mean- what I mean is, if there’s anything you need…” Molly shook her head, words trailing off.

“What could I need from you?” Sherlock questioned softly

“I dunno. Nothing.” She shrugged, grabbing the hairspray and spritzing a few times before stepping back. “It’s ok, you can just say thank you, actually.”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed. “Thank you.”

“Sherlock, you ready?” John called out. “They’re waiting for you on set.”

Still reeling and trying to process what his hairdresser had just said, Sherlock stood from the chair, hesitating for a breath.

“It’s fine, go ahead,” Molly prompted with a tight smile before turning away to start cleaning up the station.

Not quite knowing what else to say or do, Sherlock walked out of hair and makeup, ready to shoot the very last scene… ready to finally be done with this film.

Sherlock sat there in the darkness, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair. The aftershoot party was long over and now he was left with the emptiness of his own thoughts. That was always the very worst time. It was when reality came flooding back. All his worries, all his fears, all his insecurities, all his demons reminding him that they were still there and he’d never shake them. At least, that was how it felt.

And so he went to the only place that felt safe.

The door to the hair and makeup trailer swung open, but Sherlock didn’t move, didn’t even look over. He already knew who it was.

“You were wrong, you know.”

He heard Molly gasp softly at the sound of his voice, then she switched on a light.

“Sherlock?”

“You do count. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you. You’ve always been there for me. And I don’t just mean with all this.” He flicked a comb across the hairdressing station. “It’s more than that… you’re more than that. You’ve been with me on countless sets now, and the truth is that I don’t know what I’d do without you. Not the work you do. Just you.”

He turned to see her standing there a few feet away, so perfectly Molly, and that alone was comforting. Just the sight of her in those ratty jeans she loved and a tank top covered with a loose plaid shirt. She’d clearly come back to pick up her coat and purse from inside the trailer, but now she set them down again.

“But you were right,” Sherlock added, a little catch in his voice. “I’m not ok.”

Of course he wasn’t ok, hadn’t been in a long while. But this was the first time he’d admitted it aloud, or even to himself. He’d been a mess even before this film. But playing this wild and unhinged, albeit brilliant character who lied and used drugs and even bloody leapt from building tops certainly hadn’t helped. The vices he was becoming drawn to on and off set scared him more than he’d cared to admit until now.

Molly slowly approached the chair where he sat. “What do you need?”

Sherlock swallowed thickly as she got closer. “I’m a star to the world, that’s how they see me. What if that’s all just a lie? If I wasn’t the man that everyone thinks I am, the man that you think I am, would you still-“

Her hand shot out to cover over his, halting his still tapping fingers as she repeated, “What do you need?”

Sherlock didn’t truly know what to say to this woman who had been his silent and steady rock for years now. He didn’t even really know what to ask for. All he knew was that he needed…

“You.”

There was a breath of silence after he spoke that single word, neither of them moving a muscle. But then Sherlock shifted his hand, closing it around hers and tugging ever so slightly. But it was more than enough.

Everything became a blur after that. In a split second Molly was perched atop his lap in that chair, hands in his hair and lips pressed against his. Sherlock’s hands moved deftly over her, smoothing their way under the plaid shirt and pressing against her back to pull her little body in tighter. Perhaps deep down he’d always wanted to do this. Because every time she’d stood behind this chair and helped transform him into whoever he had to be to entertain the public, she’d always seen the real man, the man behind the wigs or makeup or costumes. She could see him. He’d been the one too blind to see the best thing that had ever come into his life. He wasn’t going to keep making that mistake.

Sherlock cradled her face, finally tugging his lips away from hers. “Come away with me,” he panted.

“What?” Molly looked dazed, and not just because of the rumpled hair and swollen lips he’d just given her. “Away where?”

“After the film promo, I’m taking time off, maybe even for a year. I need to forget about being someone else and remember who I really am.” He caressed her lip with his thumb. “But I don’t want to do that without you.”

“B-but if people see and they realize who I am and it starts to get around, won’t people wonder why-“

“You’re worth more than dozens of the A list celebrities I could be seen with,” Sherlock cut in sternly, knowing exactly where she was going. “I don’t care what anyone says. And if there’s a tabloid mess to be cleaned up, I’ll let John and the rest of the team handle that. None of that is going to stop me. Unless of course… you don’t want to deal with-“

Molly swooped in and swallowed his words, pulling him back into the euphoria that was her mouth and very effectively silencing his brief concern that perhaps she wasn’t willing to take on everything that would be included in a relationship with him.

“Don’t… forget… I can always… disguise you… wherever we go,” Molly offered, kissing her way along his neck and jaw as he held onto her hips for dear life.

“Mm, I knew your talent would continue to be useful.”

“By the way…” Molly gave his neck one more slow kiss before lifting her head to gaze at him. “Where would we be going?”

Sherlock tilted his head in thought, considering all the options that were open to him. Part of him didn’t much care about location. All he really wanted was to be away from prying eyes and schedules and expectations, and to be completely alone with Molly. But then again, perhaps he did have one idea.

“Come to think of it… I’ve always wanted to go to Sweden.”

#sherlolly #sherlollyweek2023 #movie star au #with hints of TRF #i stayed up way too late #but I could not go to bed until I finished this lol #oh and thanks for all the votes guys!#it’s been fun doing a poll for which theme I use

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nari-chanxd · 1 year

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He’s ready to call you

❤️I G N O R A N T❤️ uwu

Movie star/Actor AU✨

yes that’s mc in the back.

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reggies-fake-horcrux · 1 year

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interviewer Remus au but he's playing a bit like in between two ferns so he tries to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible:

remus: you won best actress, have you ever thought about aiming higher and winning best actor?

lily: ....i- um.. yeah

remus: it's a good question

lily: yeah it is good

lily: its thought provoking

#marauders fandom #hp marauders #sirius x remus #remus loves sirius #remus x sirius #remus john lupin #remus lupin #remus and lily #lily and remus #movie star au #interviewer remus lupin

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foxieflower · 1 year

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Couple of Movie Stars

Just a lil soft picture relating to a movie star au in which Outlast is a movie and that how Eddie and Waylon meet. This would be well after the movie was a success and played out. Waylon still taking roles and Eddie as the rich househusband

#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #outlast #weddie #my art #waylon park #outlast fanart #movie star au

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thiswasinevitableid · 10 months

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Amnesty Studios: Chapter 11

The Song at the End of the Movie

Duck has popcorn. Indrid makes a call. Joseph goes to the movies.

#taz amnesty #indrid cold/duck newton #sternclay #agent stern/barclay #indruck #hollywood au #movie star au

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 1 year

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Actor AU Jaune What is it like Returning to your Role of John mcclane in Die Hard 2: Die Harder is there anything you love or hate about playing a role more than once

“Hmmmmm.” Jaune rubbed the palm of his hand against the small stubble that was on his jawline. "I-I think I'd have to go with the chance to flush out a character more. In a single movie you're only given so much time to fill out a character, so getting a sequel gives me more time to give a character more personality and depth. now that doesn't always happen with the scripts for sequels, but I like having the chance too."

#rwby #jaune arc #movie star au #ask #sfw #anonymous

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rosenallies · 1 year

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OTP vulnerability prompts movie star au w/ sleeping in the same bed for the first time

Anetra tried not to gawk as Sasha led her into her home for the first time. High ceilings, marble top counters with gold accents, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city made Anetra’s own penthouse, which wasn’t cheap, look tiny and run down in comparison. It was obvious decades of box office hit after box office hit had done the older woman some good.

“It’s beautiful in here, Sash.”

Sasha shrugged, kicking off her heels, gathering her hair in her hand and facing her back to Anetra. “Yeah, its whatever, my designer didn’t listen to anything I wanted-will you unzip my dress for me?”

Anetra swallowed thickly and unzipped the back of Sasha’s dress, eyes darting around when she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. “Well, what did you want?”

“I wanted more of a cozy space. Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m okay. And thanks for letting me stay over, I appreciate it.”

“No worries,” Sasha replied flippantly, “call time is ridiculously early and I live closest to set. It’s so stupid they made our call time so early knowing we had an event to attend tonight. Do you want help with your dress by the way?”

“No, um can you show me to a bathroom to change.”

Sasha pointed down a hallway and Anetra hurriedly ran in there to change, yawning as she emerged.

“Will you show me to the guest room? I’m pretty tired and we have to wake up early.”

Sasha cocked her head to the side. “Guest room? You don’t want to sleep in my room?”

“Oh, it’s okay, the guest room will be okay. I don’t want to overstep by sleeping in your bed-“ she paused, swallowing, “with you.”

“Neech,” Sasha giggled, “we fucked and/or made out in your dressing room multiple times. Why do you think I was so comfortable just taking off my dress in front of you?”

Anetra’s cheeks burned. Because you’re fucking Sasha Colby, she thought to herself. “I-I just thought-“

Sasha leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. “You don’t have to sleep in bed with me if you don’t want, but I don’t mind, promise.”

Swallowing thickly, Anetra nodded. “Okay.”

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that. Now come on.”

Sasha led her up a spiral staircase and down a long hallway, huge double doors at the end of it.

The bedroom was even more exquisite than the rest of the house, which was saying somehing. The bed itself looked like it could fit a whole family. That’s why she must be okay with this, Anetra thought, slightly disappointed, I could be in bed with her and she’d hardly know I was there.

“You can set your stuff on the bathroom counter, I’m just about to do my nighttime routine. We can do it together,” Sasha said with a wink, padding across the plush carpet to the en-suite bathroom.

Just like every night, Anetra did her skin care and brushed her teeth and hair, just beside Sasha as she did the same. Sasha had changed into an oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties before she declared she was finished.

“I’m exhausted, you coming to bed?”

Anetra agreed, making her way to the opposite side of the bed that Sasha had sat on.

“Not a cuddle type?”

“Hmm, oh- I just, I figured you didn’t mind me sleeping in bed with you because your bed is so big.l

Sasha rolled her eyes affectionately. “Come here, stupid, I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

Anetra crawled over to Sasha and let the older woman spoon her from behind, legs intertwined and a protective arm thrown across her waist.

“See? Nice and comfy.”

Anetra couldn’t ignore the way her heart hammered. She hadn’t been this close with anyone in forever, nevermind someone who she thought was just fucking her just to fuck. “Nice and comfy,” she confirmed, deep breathing to try and relax.

“Relax, honey, just go to sleep,” Sasha encouraged softly into her ear, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “you don’t need to be nervous, I’m right here.”

#prompt request #movie star au #I’ll write more of these after I take a nap <3

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purplefeathersandblackleather · 1 year

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Whatever You Ask For...

"Well just because we are not who we used to be doesn't mean we can't show you the best of what we have to offer," Benedict said as he got up from the chair, finishing his whiskey before setting the cup down. "So, I'll ask one more time. Will you join us?" You looked at him, sliding your glasses down your nose when Robert smirked and leaned back in his chair. Tom gave you a most sultry smile that invoked the spirit of the god he portrayed on the screen, an intrigued sparkle in his green eyes. Unable to deny that you knew they were here for a reason, you closed your books and stacked them up together, coming to a stand. Robert followed suit and so did Tom as you put your glasses away in their case and placed everything into your bag, pulling it onto your shoulder. "Lead the way, gentlemen," you said with a smirk of your own, a purr in your voice as Ben gave you the most flirtatious smile you had ever seen on his beautiful face.

Spring 2023...

@sobeautifullyobsessed @fanartka @icytrickster17

#future project #spring 2023 #reading adventure #choose your story #a little teaser for you all #tom hiddleston #robert downey jr #benedict cumberbatch #movie star au #tom hiddleston x reader #benedict cumberbatch x reader #robert downey jr x reader #song inspiration #Spotify

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natrogersfics · 14 days

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PREVIEW: The Anthology (Romanogers' Version)

Artwork by @faith2nyc

Natasha’s blood hums contentedly in her veins when she nestles underneath the sheets later that night. Even so, sleep doesn’t quite manage to find her. She looks away from the shadows dancing across the ceiling and turns to the space next to her, where Steve is slumbering peacefully. One side of his face is burrowed into his pillow, but it doesn’t matter. Somehow, underneath the moonlight streaming through the liminal space between the curtains, cutting through the darkness of his bedroom, he manages to look even more beautiful. Surrendering to the urge to reach across what little distance remains between them, she lets her fingers brush away the rogue strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead. The action elicits a blissful sigh from him as he stirs ever so slightly, and she doesn’t miss the way that makes her heart feel as though it’s a little too big for her chest.

This wasn’t the plan. When their directors had suggested that they spend more time together – allow the chemistry to blossom, they had said – they hadn’t agreed to anything more than afternoon coffees in the name of movie magic. And if either of them expected anything more, it’s not as though it could lead anywhere anyway. He’s America’s sweetheart, the current darling of the industry and the face of the hottest superhero franchise. Tarnishing that image would be a crime – especially by her hands. Only those coffees had quickly turned into dinners in each other’s rentals. Which seamlessly paved the way for late night chats over bottles of wine that never quite made it into glasses. And before either of them realized, they were hooked on the taste of Bordeaux on each other’s lips. But even as reaching for each other in the middle of the night had started to become so automatic it was practically a reflex, she never thought it would turn into… well, this.

This was only supposed to be fun, a harmless outlet for the relentless pressure that came with headlining a blockbuster. Nothing more. There was never supposed to be any reverence in this. At least, not in the way Steve touched her, setting her skin alight as he got to know every single inch of it as if it were his own. Nor was it supposed to be in the way he looked at her, his blue eyes baring into hers and seeing past seemingly every façade she’s spent years carefully crafting. But it’s there, its presence as glaring as the sun on a cloudless morning that even she can’t convince herself otherwise.

Above all else, though, she was never supposed to reciprocate any of that. Not willingly, anyway. She could chalk up knowing that he can only take his coffee if it’s piping hot and that he can’t stand the taste of pickles to the many hours spent on set together, but what of the rest? She had no excuse for revealing to him, truthfully, the meaning behind the tattoos on her skin when he had asked – close to dozing off as he was. Or the vitriol that burns deep within her each time she hears the invasive questions the press directs at him, shamelessly trying to pry into what little of his life he doesn’t share with the world. Perhaps most egregious, though, is how sometimes, she catches herself wishing that here, next to him, is truly her place. That, when the sets are taken down and the shutters are placed back on all the lenses, she could still, at the end of the day, watch him dream. Which is what she’s doing now, she realizes. Fuck.

Coming Soon... ;-)

#Romanogers #steve x natasha #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff #Movie Star AU #The Anthology 'verse #Captain America #Black Widow #ttpd #ttpd the anthology #the tortured poets department #the tortured poets department the anthology

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