#actor au prompt

[therealmofamorus]

Prompt

Original Male Crossover Stud Fusion: Celebrity: Actors + Agents AU

Shouto is the agent of famous actress Ren. They are very close to the point that many think that they are together... of course Ren denies it since she is a professional and she teases everyone . However when a new up and rising actress in Moe comes to seduce Shouto in being her agent and more... how does she take it?

(Flirting) (Seducing)

Shoto Todoroki is the agent of the famous actress/stuntwoman/internet personality Ren Amamiya known by her statge name "Joker" and leader of the worldwide group "Phantom Thieves". He had been her agent as long he could remember, faithful and dutiful to her and helping her build her empire from the ground up with nothing but their sheer determination, charisma and cunning in the cutthroat celebrity culture.

He wasn't just her agent but her best friend and confidant to her deepest secrets. However, it didn't stop people from assuming they are more than friends to the ire of Ren who kept on telling people they are agent/celebrity/close friends and there is no romance or sexual action going on.

She wanted to keep it professional...

"Ready to feel the burn, Mr.Todoroki~" A flirty voice echoed across the room where she was at. Ren narrowed her eyes as she stare at the new up and rising actress Moe Kamiji better known as "Burnin' was flirting with the stoic agent who was staring at her with a blank look on his handsome but scarred face.

"No."

"Ah~ Don't be such a cute tease to me~"

Clenching her fist, Ren was going to talk to the young star about professionalism.

[ghostbsuter]

To cover up the happenings of amity park, Danny comes up with a GENIUS idea (shut up Sam).

The small videos and pictures of him and the ghosts that managed to escape their city were dangerous if a hero were to look into their business.

With Tucker and Sam, they created a 'behind the scenes'.

(The video starts with Phantom. He's chasing something– someone, building's sweep past as the two duke it out midair.

That is, until someone yells.

"CUT!"

The background is taken away, leaving behind a green screen. Phantom and the ghost, now recognised as Ember Mclain, hang midair, dangling.

The camera zooms in on Phantom, as he slips off his white wig and scratches his scalp.

"Danny! Stop taking off the wig!" Someone yells off screen, to which Damny rolls his eyes to, screaming back a "but it's scratchy!".

The video stops there.)

They did NOT expect the amount of views this would get.

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Ok I had an idea and I gotta share with the class:

Jegulus actor AU

James and Regulus' play two characters, A and B, in some show or a movie (not important for the plot). The characters are supposed to be best friends, but the show's fandom ships characters A and B!

James and Regulus don't make a big deal out of it, because James is openly bi and Regulus is an ally. They just confirm for the public that they aren't dating and leave it at that.

BUT, one day Regulus stumbles upon one of those posts that are like "Character B, played by actor Regulus Black, has never in the entire series looked at a female character with interest, but his eyes softened when he looked at his best friend Character A played by actor James Potter the total of 173839 times *insert a bunch of screenshots to prove the point*. Conclusion: Character B is gay and into Character A."

And Regulus is like, what? It wasn't in the script for me to soften my eyes when looking at Potter (who is just a colleague and Regulus doesn't know him very well).

And then he watches the show and pays attention to this, and he realises that yes, he did look at Potter fondly.

And he has that Oh fuck, I like him moment.

Insert James being head over heels for Regulus since the recording began, but he somehow kept himself in check because he didn't want to mess up the workplace dynamic

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Actor Au!

Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.

Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.

[whizzinpast]

Actor AU IvanTill meets OG IvanTill.

Hear me out.

Actor!Ivan is a golden retriever in a human body. He is happy, he is nice, he is good with kids. It is literally the exact same vibe that attracted OG!Till to Mizi. All he has to do is bat his little eyelashes and smile, and OG!Till would lose it. He’d be gone. He’d get flustered as soon as Ivan speaks and after he buys him a drink and listens to him talk, they’d grow very fond of each other. Peak feral cat/golden retriever behavior.

Meanwhile Actor!Till and OG!Ivan would exude this nonchalant flirty energy you see in two people who have known each other for too long. There’s always subtle romantic tension. OG!Ivan tries to provoke Actor!Till, but whatever he says slides right off him, so it leads to harmless banter. They share drinks, Ivan shamelessly flirts with him and Till subtly flirts back. It’s all friendly, comfortable and intimate.

And then Ivan quietly asks Till to take care of him (Actor!Ivan), and Till promises he’ll try. And they share so much eye contact one would think they’d need a room.

[the-badger-mole]

Incorrect Quotes: You Drive Me (LITERALLY) Crazy!

Iroh: Having heard Zuko complaining about Katara for the thousandth time. Do you love her?

Zuko: Affronted A normal human being couldn't live under the same roof as her without going nutty! She's my idea of nothing!

Iroh: I asked you a simple question! Do you love her?

Zuko: Yes! 😡 But don't hold that against me. I'm a little screwy myself.

[fyodere]

okay but hear me out

actor!dazai au PLUS rivals to lovers PLUS fake dating

going even further imagine odasaku being a casting director and ango an manager

dazai being a child star and reader being a new name in the acting industry

reader and dazai being casted to make a romcom together and then they’re asked to pretend to be a couple for the movie but they actually hate each other

okay here we go …….

“Fighting for a spot on the entertainment industry was rough, but co-staring another film with Osamu Dazai was rougher.

Now you’re at the after party, all the paparazzi and interviewers are gone. You can finally relax now. At least, that was what you thought.

“Meet me behind the bathroom.” Dazai whispered to you and quickly vanished, you were used to his superstar behavior, but it still annoys you.

You always fight on set and hate each other. What’s up with him now?”

posted <3

[nerdherderette]

Riptide

The sun and sand, some tasty waves, and a salt-filled breeze are all Derek needs.

Somehow, Stiles works his way into the equation.

[excerpt]: Stiles looks out toward the water. The sun's rays catch him at an angle that makes his eyes look golden, and Derek can see the individual grains of sand that dust his face. "You know the worst thing about it all?" Stiles asks softly. "It's that I'm going to be known forever as the goofy sidekick on a kid's show. Like, that's my legacy." Derek takes a deep breath. He can relate. He was once considered a prodigy in the surfing world: touted as the next Kelly Slater after he'd won several local competitions right out of high school and then the Billabong Pipeline Masters at twenty, followed by a second-place finish at qualifiers for the US Open of Surfing. The recognition was heady; the groupies and sponsors, more so. And then there was Kate, who had entered Derek's life as hot and quick as wildfire before razing his world to the ground.

Part of the @sterekreversechallenges Sterek Reverse Bang 2023. Based on @wolfspurr 's beautiful, summery mood board prompt.

*The events in the news clipping take place right before the epilogue in the story.

[hwanyeong0w0]

No capes AU, where Damian is an actor that Danny adores.

Damian and Danny used to be childhood friends, but due to an accident Danny had at 14 he forgot about him.

Damian, on the other hand, has been pining after Danny ever since their first meeting. He became an actor in hopes of meeting Danny again.

[pippytmi]

For the fake dating thing 11 with whomever you want!

“Do you always get into fist fights on first dates, or am I just lucky?”

There is a bruise already forming on Kara’s jaw, and her hand still has a phantom ache that won’t go away. There might be a touch of blood on the lapel of her shirt, too, but she has been unable to confirm without ready access to a mirror. But it’s this—the firm click of silver six-inch heels against pavement announcing Lena’s arrival—that brings Kara an instant sense of uneasiness.

“It’s kind of in the job description,” Kara shrugs off the rhetorical question. “You know, of being a girlfriend.”

Lena Luthor has an uncanny ability to make Kara feel completely, totally inept in any situation just with a quizzical quirk of an eyebrow and a ruby-red lipsticked frown. Not because she deliberately tries to, but because that’s just the Luthor™ way. Every member of that family seems to have mastered the ability to stare hard enough to make anyone squirm. Even though Kara has known Lena since they were kids—even though they know each other better than anyone else in the world—the effect is the same.

“That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve said all night.” Despite her stoic expression, Lena’s voice is surprisingly soft. “You should have walked away.”

“That would have been worse than not punching Mike Matthews, I think,” Kara says. “Really, I’m ninety-five percent sure I’m supposed to defend your honor, or… whatever the saying is.”

And the strangest thing happens; a glimpse of amusement cracks through Lena’s frown, visible in the ever-so-gentle upturn of the corner of her mouth. “Sorry, did I miss the part where we time traveled a hundred years ago?”

“It’s—you know what I mean,” Kara says. “If I was your real girlfriend everyone would expect me to punch guys in the face for you.”

“Or,” Lena counters, “it might be overkill, since everyone knows you are not inherently a violent person.”

Kara sheepishly tugs at her collar, unable to stop herself from flushing when Lena gazes at her so pointedly. “Does it matter if everyone who meets Mike wants to punch him? Because I’m pretty sure he could make a nun violent.”

“Wow,” Lena says. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say a mean thing about anyone before this.”

“Yeah, well…” Kara grimaces. “Mike Matthews brings it out of me. Or maybe this stuffy party does.” Her hand unconsciously goes back to her jacket, and she has to shrug it off all at once, suddenly feeling constricted in her suit. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Lena must be far more uncomfortable than Kara is, with those high heels and the skintight dress and the overall burden of familial expectations hanging on her shoulders, but she masks it remarkably well. “Practice,” she says—sighs. “And whiskey.”

“Gross,” Kara says, unconsciously crinkling her nose as she works at undoing her tie next. “I’m more of a Capri Sun girl myself.”

A short, stunned laugh emerges before Lena can likely quell it. “Right, how could I forget,” she says, and tilts her head in that curious way she does whenever she has a question she isn’t sure how to ask. But it must pass, because her actual question comes out in the form of: “Is there a reason you’re stripping in full view of the paparazzi?” 

“Fan service?” It’s a weak joke, but it makes Lena roll her eyes in that mock-exasperated way that Kara knows would be a laugh out of anyone else. “I just need to cool off, maybe. Then I promise, I’ll be your doting girlfriend for all the cameras again.” She allows a beat before she adds, perhaps unnecessarily, “Without any violence.”

“Yes, I think my mother would very much prefer that.”

Kara laughs, remembering the horrified look on Lillian Luthor’s face with—admittedly—a bit of glee. “Yeah,” she says, “I’m sure she’s thrilled with how tonight is going.”

“Well, she does think it’s all part of a rebellious phase,” Lena muses. “She’s convinced I’m doing this just to spite her.”

Kara has felt the brunt of Lillian’s disapproval back since she first befriended Lena when they were kids, back when they were auditioning for the same movie. Honestly, there is no telling why Lillian has always disliked Kara. Maybe it was because she wasn’t a nepotism baby like all the rest of crowd, or maybe it was because Kara would sneak Lena out of the giant Luthor mansion to go to the movies, or maybe it was because when they were teenagers Kara had wrecked the Porsche (on a dare)...but that disdain has been steadfast ever since they were young, and it’s never once wavered. Everyone knows it. Lena knows it.

Which is why Kara is unable to keep the confusion out of her voice when she says, “Uh. Aren’t you?”

“Aren’t I…what?” Lena repeats, lost.

“Pretending to date me to spite her?” Kara prompts. “You know. Since she hates me?”

Lena’s brow furrows ever-so-slightly. “I didn’t mean dating you,” she says. “I mean dating in general. She thinks it’s a distraction.” She absentmindedly picks at one of the sequins on her dress, a nervous tic that she has never been able to shake. “God, it’s getting cold out here.”

The temperature is just right for Kara, but Lena has always run cold; Kara’s poked fun at her for it once or twice (or for their entire childhood, but who’s keeping track). An unbidden smile, fonder than it has any right to be, inevitably forms. “Well sit down, so you can leech some of my body heat. Besides, you make me tired just looking at you in those heels.”

“Then I’ll be colder,” Lena objects, eyeing the stone of the fountain edge that Kara is currently sitting on. “No way.”

“You’re the most high maintenance fake girlfriend ever,” Kara feigns annoyance. “Here, then. Sit on my lap. And you can put my jacket over your legs.”

It’s hard to exactly tell with the dim lighting of the streetlights, but Lena—blushes? Maybe? And immediately shakes her head. “I’m too heavy.”

“No such thing,” Kara retorts. “I’ll keep stripping if you don’t sit down, Lena. Then your mother will really have a reason to hate me.”

“You are trying to create scandal everywhere you can tonight, aren’t you?” Lena says, but doesn’t move, only crosses her arms and gives Kara an exasperated look. “It would be a hell of a front page.”

“Wow, Lena, if you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask,” Kara says, undoing the first two buttons of her shirt while Lena continues to glare. Then, for fun, she continues up until she hits the top of her bra and Lena’s jaw fully drops in alarm.

“Oh my God, Kara, stop!”

But the ruse works, because as Lena moves forward as if she’s about to button Kara’s shirt back up (or just push her into the fountain), Kara is able to wrap an arm around Lena’s waist and tug her down. Lena yelps in surprise, arms coming up to squeeze around Kara’s neck, and Kara has to hide a grin into the curls that hit her full force in the face.

“Geez, Lena, you’re like an ice cube. Don’t you own a sweater?”

“You asshole,” Lena says, but there is no bite in her voice, only annoyed defeat. “If I get glitter all over you, I’m not going to apologize.”

“I’ll let it slide, this once.” Kara doesn’t mention that there’s nothing in the world that she wouldn’t let Lena get away with. That’s the inevitable truth of being in love with this girl pretty much her whole life—Kara caves first, and she always has. Whether it was what flavor of Gatorade to get from the vending machine, or whether it was who got to sit down in the only remaining chair for a last minute casting call, or whether it was to tag along to Lena’s prom date so the boy wouldn’t try to kiss her, Kara always let Lena call the shots.

Lena exhales; Kara feels the warmth of Lena’s breath against her temple, feels the steady weight of Lena’s body as she shifts on Kara’s lap, feels the rough pattern of Lena’s dress sequins against her fingertips. “You know you’re my best friend, right?” Lena says suddenly.

Those words always make Kara’s heart skip a beat, like they’re right back to being fifteen and nervously holding each other’s sweaty hands while poring over crumpled scripts. “I’d better be,” Kara quips, if only to keep her sappiness at bay, “or I’m returning the BFF necklaces I brought as our first-anniversary gift.”

“I’m serious,” Lena huffs, and her grip around Kara’s neck tightens just a hair. “Will you let me be serious?”

“Okay, okay. One hundred percent seriousness from here on out, I promise.”

For a moment, the only sound is that of cars passing, of the trickle from the water fountain, of the faint music coming from the party. And when Lena speaks at last, it’s quiet. “I know my mom’s not the…easiest person,” she says. “And if pretending to be my girlfriend is going to make you uncomfortable because you have to deal with her, you don’t have to do it.”

“I’ve been dealing with your mother forever, Lena,” Kara says lightly. “She hasn’t been able to scare me off yet, for as much as she’s tried.”

Lena scoffs, but her hand is unmistakably tender as she fiddles with Kara’s shirt collar. “What happened to being serious?”

“I am serious! Do you or do you not remember that time we went to the water park? I swear she cut a hole in my water tube slide. And let’s not even bring up the whole prom incident, because I swear my hip has never been the same since falling out of your window.”

“She didn’t even know that was you.” Lena laughs, and it’s still somewhat hesitant, but just affectionate enough to reflect her feelings about that memory. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”

Kara inhales, shakily, both the sweet scent of Lena’s perfume and some much-needed air. “In a good way or a bad way?”

Lena presses her forehead into Kara’s jaw, her skin still cold enough that it makes Kara sympathetically squeeze her tighter. “Can you just promise to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable?” she asks, and ignores Kara’s question entirely. “Either with my mother, or…just the pretending part with me.”

“I feel plenty comfortable,” Kara tries, but Lena just reiterates,

“Promise me, Kara. I don't want to lose you.”

Something about the urgency in Lena's tone shifts the mood entirely; Kara swallows tightly and nods obligingly. “Okay. I promise. But you have to tell me, too, if anything becomes…I don't know, too much.”

“Fine,” Lena agrees readily.

“No, wait, but listen,” Kara presses. “Being friends is one thing, but dating is another, and—even if it's fake, we're going to have to do couple things. And I don't want it to ruin our friendship.”

“I also don't want to ruin our friendship,” Lena says. “Which is why I brought it up first.”

“Good. Okay. I just wanted to be sure.” Kara awkwardly shifts, all too aware that this might not be the ideal time and place for this conversation. Much less when Lena's still in her lap, clinging to Kara as if afraid to let go. “So on a scale of one to ten, how badly have I messed up the friendship by fighting Mike?”

Lema hums, considering. “That depends on what he said about me.”

“Um, nothing nice,” Kara says haltingly. “I'd rather not repeat it.”

“Then I'll let it slide…this once.” Lena's hands find their way up to Kara's face, fingertips gentle against the bruise on her jaw. “But you are still an idiot.” She thumbs warmly against the apple of Kara's cheek and gazes at Kara from underneath thick mascaraed eyelashes, then whispers, “And you're my favorite.”

“Your favorite idiot?”

“My favorite person.” Suddenly they're seventeen again, and Kara is sitting on Lena's bedroom floor still tugging at her tux because it itches. Suddenly they're seventeen again, and Lena is biting her lip and unable to catch Kara’s eye. Suddenly they’re seventeen again, and Lena is whispering I wanted you to make sure he didn’t kiss me because I want you to be my first kiss.

Kara blinks, mouth opening and closing for a pause, before she has to fall back on a safe feeling—fall right back to humor, so Lena does not comment on the way Kara’s body automatically tenses. “Aw, Lena,” she manages, “that sounded a lot like you like me.”

“I’m just a good actress,” Lena says mock-haughtily, but her eyes are searching as they lock onto Kara’s, expression softening the way no one else ever really sees. To the world she’s always been some cold, aloof superstar, but to Kara she will always be the best friend who wanted her first kiss to be with the person she trusted most in the world.

“Well for the record,” Kara swallows thickly, “you’re my favorite, too.”

There is a split second—a charged, electric second—where Kara swears Lena is going to kiss her. Her eyes are hooded like they’re about to close, and her face sways closer, her hand still resting on Kara’s bruised jaw. But then she sighs, and Kara can feel the distance before she sees it.

“We should go back inside,” Lena says, abruptly stumbling off of Kara's lap. “Sooner or later we'll have to do damage control.”

It takes a beat for Kara to catch up. “Right,” she says, hastening to button up her shirt and follow. “It wouldn't be a Luthor party without damage control.”

“It's the first time you're the cause, though,” Lena throws over her shoulder. “And don't forget your tie!”

“Got it,” Kara calls, undoing her tie entirely and tossing it into the bushes. “Hey, wait up! Come back and hold my hand.”

That makes Lena freeze in place. “What?”

“For—you know, the cameras,” Kara says, shrugging her suit jacket back on. “So we can show a united front.”

Lena gives her an inscrutable look. “You say the weirdest things sometimes,” she says, but she allows Kara to catch up and intertwine their hands together without further complaint. 

“How else is everyone supposed to know you're not mad at me?” Kara reminds her. “Or that I'm the best girlfriend you've ever had?”

“I doubt they're going to make that assumption based on hand holding.” But as they climb up the steps to rejoin the gala, the low, golden light illuminates that dimpled smile of Lena's that makes Kara breathless. “What makes you think you're the best, anyway?”

“Just a guess,” Kara says, squeezing Lena's hand as they reach the entrance. “Am I?”

“Let's see if you end tonight without any more fights first,” Lena quips, and while her voice is teasing, her smile grows exponentially tender. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Kara echoes quietly, and allows Lena to lead her right through those double doors knowing that she would follow Lena anywhere.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Okay so y’all know about the fact that in old films, chocolate syrup was sometimes used as fake blood? Since it was in black-and-white the brown colour didn’t matter while filming. I think it was used around the 1960’s…?

Imagine Regulus and James being actors back then and filming a scene where one of them is dead and covered in “blood” and the other one is grieving (of course, it was the 1960’s so no one intended for the scene to come across as gay but it did, trust me, it really did and no one but the gays knew it and they couldn’t say anything). And afterwards Reg is still covered in chocolate syrup and the two of them are left alone in a room and they both stand up and James moves closer to wipe the chocolate off of Reg’s face and they’re so very close and and-

[allthingssteddie]

All anyone can talk about is actor Steve Harrington was stood up at his wedding from his fiancé Nancy. Heart broken and humiliated Robin convinces Steve to join her and Vicky on their trip to Las Vegas

Upon arrival at the luxurious Hotel, Steve spots none other than Eddie Munson, his long-time rival and nemesis, lounging by the pool

So backstory I watched What Happens in Vegas and figured this would be a cute steddie fic idea so I thought just like the movie they wake up in the morning both married and not remembering what happened they both agree to get a divorce but before the divorce Steve uses a slot machine hitting three million dollars and eddie reminds steve that they are both married so he’s entitled to half of it. They both can’t seem to agree and they both have been struggling financially because Steve hasn’t been getting jobs and Eddie just recently broke up with his band . They go to court and the judge declares they cannot divorce until they attempt to co-exist for six months, while attending weekly sessions with marriage counselor . If they work at the marriage but still want to divorce after six months, each can keep half the winnings. If either party does not cooperate, the money will be tied up in litigation by the judge.

The newlyweds devise more and more cunning schemes to undermine each other.

[buried-l0cket]

Very self indulgent kagepro Trigun au just for me. ur welcome me.

[magicicephoenix]

Line - The Ink Demonth 2024 (Day 8)

In which someone stumbles over their words.

ao3 link

— — — — —

"In the end, all those years ago, Joey Drew finally succeeded! He created life." The memory of Joey Drew said, staring down the teeth-filled maw of the giant Beast Bendy. "But Audrey," he continued, his voice ringing firm with passion. "you're so much more than that. You were his family, his daughter. My daughter. And I love you so very much."

The beast rose up on its fists, stalking closer to Joey until it towered inches away from his face. "Be quiet!" the voice of the Ink Demon hissed, gurgling with growing fury. "The wretch is mine!"

"Remember who you are, Audrey," Joey begged. "Remember!"

"Your words are wasted!" the demon growled, and the beast snatched Joey tight in one of its claws. The sickening sound of cracking bones filled the air. "The failure of Joey Drew dies here." He squeezed harder, sharp talons compressing around Joey's torso.

Joey gasped as his ribs strained against the force. "I know you're in there," he said, wheezing as he forced his words out. He held the End Reel in his shaking hands, his face screwed in pain and desperation. "You don't have to do this anymore." He swallowed, gathering his strength. "It's— you— hold on." He paused, eyebrows drawn together, and the pain abruptly dropped from his expression. "You don't have to be this anymore. Ugh, damn it." 

Joey dropped his forehead onto the inky skin of the beast's claw, which ceased its movement, now rigid and unalive. "Cut!" he shouted, voice muffled in the synthetic substance.

"Forgot your line again, Joey?" Henry called from the ground, amid a flurry of groans and sighs.

"It's not my fault this part of the script is so dialogue heavy!" Joey retorted, spreading his arms as the animatronic hand slowly lowered him to the ground. "And so passionate! It takes a lot of effort to pull it all together into something believable!"

"You don't have to tell me that," Henry chuckled, coming forward to help Joey readjust his outfit. "You're preaching to the choir, here."

"How was my line?" Audrey asked from her spot off-screen, microphone in front of her and the script in her hands. "Was it alright? I've never done a voice-over before."

"Maybe ease off on the sobbing," Ben said, the echoing filter now turned off on his mic. He leaned back in his chair across from her, crossing his legs. "At least while speaking. The pause in between the two sentences would be a better spot."

"You were great, Audrey," Henry assured her, straightening Joey's tie. "Besides, you'll have plenty of time to practice since Joey keeps stumbling."

"You can only say that because you have only one big speech. I have three!" Joey grumbled.

"And he was also the main character of the last movie," Ben snarked, grinning. "Give it a rest, Joey. Say your lines right."

"Says the person who doesn't have to give any expressions," Joey retorted. "You just say stuff and Bill or Mike does all the acting!"

Ben's expression darkened. "Uh-huh. So you're saying you'd be perfectly fit to be the voice for the Ink Demon?"

"I bet it'd be easier than Mr. Drew, by all means!" Joey huffed, crossing his arms.

"Guys, c'mon," Audrey cut in before Ben could stand up. "We all have our strengths. Let's all chill out, okay?"

"How about you nail your lines before you start going after Ben's, eh?" Henry added, patting Joey on the back.

"Places!" the director yelled, and Henry walked off set as Joey reassumed his position and the animatronic handlers moved Beast Bendy back to its mark.

"You sure you don't want to head out until you're needed?" Audrey asked—not for the first time—as Henry settled into a chair beside her and Ben. "Must be boring, watching all the action instead of being part of it."

"Are you kidding?" Henry said, grinning at her. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Sentimental old man," Ben remarked, startling a laugh out of Audrey.

Henry sighed with a smile. "I suppose you're not far off the mark." He turned back to the set as the second assistant camera came forward with the clapper.

"And… action!"

[noxsensus]

BSD Actors AU Prompt

Reporter: Mr. Dazai! Do you have any comment on the recently leaked sex tape between you and Chuuya Nakahara?”

Dazai: *innocently looking* what do you mean by leaked? I'm pretty sure I uploaded it

Just suddenly had an idea while eating earlier, basically it's an actors au where there's a commotion because of a leaked tape of Dazai and Chuuya doing the did but no one knows that they both taped it willingly and decided to release it to the public just for fun.

If anyone got interested in my prompt feel free to use and adapt the idea just message me. Also in the future, if I get the right motivation maybe I'll write this one.

[sheigarche]

All right, Hellblade Actors AU when? 👀