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Social Media Au- Part 14

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

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Social media Au- Part 15

This is me trying to get back into this Au… 😂😂

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It’s been so long since I posted something so if I forgot to tag someone I’m sorry

Social Media -Part 16

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A quick part 💍

Social media Au- Part 17

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Social Media Au-Part 18

It’s a bit late for a thanksgiving post, isn’t it… well I’m gonna do it anyway

Is there something you wanna see in this Au? Let me know

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If I forgot to tag somebody I’m really sorry

Social Media Au- Part 19

Is it too late for Christmas parts??? Well. 🤷‍♀️ I did it anyway

What is gonna be? A baby boy or a baby girl?

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If I forgot to tag someone I’m sorry, comment below and I’ll be sure to remember the next time

Also this post is full of mistakes, I’m so sorry 😭

Social media Au- Part 20

It’s been so long I don’t even know if there is someone still interested in this

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I hope I don’t forget to tag anyone

Social Media Au- Part 21 (Last Part!)

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THREE YEARS LATER

So guys, this is it… I don’t exclude I’m never gonna post about this family again but the story is finished

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★☆Hello stars!!☆★

I'm planing to do a Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader serie, but I need help, so plz answer!!!

The Actress - Sebastian Stan x Reader || Prologue

SUMMARY: You're a young actress that recently has ended the studies. You have just received the leading role in an action movie. You didn't know, however, that Sebastian Stan himself will be partnering you on the set.

WARNINGS: none

Words: 547

Author: Rouge

"Y/N! Y/N!" Male voice called from the distance.

You were too focused on the script in your hand to hear your name.

"Y/N! There you are!" A tall man approached you and patted your arm.

It was when you raised your head, blinking few times.

"Yes?"

"They wait for you! It's your scene! Come on, get on the set." Man pointed a direction.

Your heart skipped a beat as you slowly got up pressing the pile of papers to your chest.

"Yes.. Yes, sure.."

You checked briefly if you have taken everything with you, then you went straight ahead the corridor.

The set was located in a huge hall. To get there, you have to walk for minute or two through the long corridors.

As you got on the place, first thing you spotted was a lot of people and tones of cables on the floor.

"Y/N!" You heard familiar voice, so you looked around trying to locate a source.

It was no one else but the director of the movie you were taking part in.

He waved at you smiling shortly.

You took a deep breath and walked to him.

"I am sorry for being late but.." You pointed on the script you still were holding in the hand. "I was working on my lines."

Man gave a nod and waved on another person.

"Good but we don't have much time today. You gotta be perfect."

"Of course, I know." You forced yourself to smile softly.

You were a young actress and it was your very first commission.

You were lucky enough to get a role in an action movie. And it wasn't a supporting role. You received the main one. And you were still unsure of who would be partnering you, with a male role.

You put your bag on the nearest chair and you wanted to get into the spotlight but you were stopped by a make-up artist. The woman quickly put some powder on your face and a bit of a bronzer on your cheekbones.

Woman smiled at you and gently pushed you further.

You thanked her and got onto your supposed place.

In the first moment you were overwhelmed. All these people, lights, cameras all around...

You closed eyes for a few seconds, you took few breaths and when you heard "ACTION!" screamed by the director, you opened them and were about to say your first quote. But then...

"Sorry! Sorry! Imma late!"

You could bet you knew this voice. Something strong yet very melodic.

And when the owner of that voice stepped into the spotlight, you felt like whole blood would have been running out of your body.

In front of you, in a black leather jacket and black fitted jeans, was standing no one else but Sebastian Stan himself.

In act of desperation you turned your head above your shoulder to see the director who was showing you his crossed fingers.

"Come on, dears! We have our deadlines!" Man yelled and within a second the silence fell on the set.

Trying hard to stop your legs from shaking, you looked at Sebastian, who winked at you.

He took step forward, stopping few centimeters from you but close enough for you to hear his words.

"Don't worry. We're gonna make it."

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acting exercises

mike faist x actress!reader

Another press day. Another round of cameras, microphones, and the same recycled questions. It had become routine by now—sit in the chair, smile, deflect, repeat. But this time, the stakes were different. This time, you were seated next to Mike Faist, pretending, as you had for months, that nothing more than co-star camaraderie tethered you together.

You settle into your seat, smoothing the folds of your tailored suit as the interviewer approaches. His handshake is firm, his smile polite but perfunctory. The room is bright with stage lights, the kind that make everything feel more exposed than it should. You glance at Mike out of the corner of your eye, watching as he exchanges a casual word with Josh O’Connor. The three of you have done this dance so many times now, it’s almost mechanical—the smiles, the laughter, the shared glances that don’t mean what they should.

But then, there’s the secret. The small, electric undercurrent that hums between you and Mike, pulsing just beneath the surface. No one in this room knows about it. Not the interviewer, not the crew bustling around with cameras, not even Josh, who’s become like a brother during filming. Only a few close friends and family know the truth—that when the cameras stop rolling, when the world stops watching, the way Mike looks at you is anything but platonic.

The thrill of it buzzes in your veins. It’s almost too easy, this charade. Like an acting exercise you both excel at, slipping into the roles of co-stars, friends, professionals. But there’s something exhilarating about keeping the truth just out of reach, like dangling a secret in front of the world, daring them to catch on. The fans had begun to notice, though. Some had dissected every shared glance, every tiny gesture. The theories were out there, swirling online in a frenzy, but nothing concrete. Not yet.

"Nice to finally meet all of you! The movie was brilliant," the interviewer says, pulling you back into the moment. He shakes each of your hands, his enthusiasm palpable, but it’s the same script you’ve heard all day.

"Let’s talk Challengers. Your performances were all incredible."

The conversation begins, questions flowing smoothly about the film, the dynamic between your characters. You and Josh riff off each other easily, your responses playful and full of light, the way seasoned actors do when they’re deep in promotion mode. And then there’s Mike—quiet, thoughtful, answering in his usual understated way, the way that makes fans lean in, dissecting every syllable for something deeper.

But then, just for a second, his gaze flickers to you. It’s brief, barely noticeable to anyone else, but you feel it like a spark catching in the air between you. His eyes are dark, steady, and in that glance, everything is there—everything you’ve hidden, everything you’ve left unsaid in public. The nights spent together, the whispered secrets, the laughter that only you two share. The press day facade is a mask you’ve worn well, but beneath it, your real life with him simmers, waiting for a chance to break through.

You answer another question, something about the intense dynamic between Tashi and her lovers, laughing as you describe how complex the relationships are. But there’s an edge to your voice now, something just a little too knowing. Mike shifts in his seat beside you, his posture casual, but you know him well enough to catch the slight tension in his jaw.

The interviewer moves on, asking about the emotional weight of the film’s final scenes, and as Mike answers, you catch Josh shooting a playful glance between the two of you, as if he senses something, a teasing smirk barely hidden behind his professionalism. You wonder how much he suspects, how much anyone here really knows.

The interview drags on, each question blurring into the next, but that flicker of tension remains. You and Mike continue your careful dance, weaving through the conversation, but the air between you feels charged, like something about to break. And you realize, with a strange sense of excitement, that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the world found out. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if this secret, this thrilling game, was finally exposed.

Because in the quiet moments, when the cameras stop flashing and the lights fade, it’s not the act that excites you. It’s him.