#actors and actresses masterlist

[ourdadai]

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-ˏˋ⋆ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ︱ 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 ⋆ˊˎ-

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 ✩ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ✩ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟

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pairings - actor!aaronwarner x actress!femoc

summary - wonderful news, came in the least moment you expected. But who cares, you finally got the role as the main character. So now here you are moving to the set where you will be working on for the past years.

warnings - none

words count - 2,5k words.

︳⋆ ⎙ 𝅄 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖡𝖮𝖷 ﹎ I'm so excited to write the next chapter! A little spoiler: Warner. || Anyway, Nicole is Natalie Portman. Also, thank you for the support in my first chapter. It means a lot to me. || Remember to see my Wattpad to get updated on the story frequently first. || If you find any errors in this let me know.

I jolted awake to the insistent ringing of my phone, my heart pounding as I sat up in bed. Glancing at the alarm clock, I saw that it was exactly four o'clock in the morning. Who in the world would be calling me at this fucking hour? The screen lit up with the name "Flynn's Boyfriend," and I couldn't help but smirk despite my annoyance. I had saved Kenji Kishimoto under that name just to mess with him, and it never failed to get under his skin. He preferred I called him 'Rapunzel's' instead, but there was no way I would since she was one of my favorite Disney princesses besides Belle, and I had some sympathy for her.

With an exasperated sigh, I snatched up the phone. "What do you want?" I snapped, irritation lacing my voice.

"Good morning to you too," he replied, his tone full of teasing mockery. "Thanks for asking. I’m doing fine. Yes, I’ve already eaten and drank today—no need to check on me."

"For god's sake, Kenji. What do you want?" I asked, already regretting picking up the call.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on your permanent role as the main character of Dear Love!" he announced, his excitement clear even through the phone.

"It's fucking four a.m.," I growled, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"I know! I couldn't wait to tell you! Aren’t you excited?"

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in. Excited didn’t even begin to cover it, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that in my voice—not after dragging me out of sleep like this. "Kenji, if you ever wake me up at four a.m. again, the only thing you'll be starring in is a horror movie about your untimely demise."

He chuckled, completely unfazed by my threat. "Noted. But seriously, Nicole, this is huge! You did it!"

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "Yeah, I guess I did," I admitted, the reality of it starting to sink in.

Kenji’s tone softened, the teasing edge disappearing. "I’m proud of you, Sunshine. You’re going to kill it in this role. I just know it."

"Thanks," I replied, my voice more sincere. "Now, can I please go back to sleep?"

"Sure, sure," he said, the grin evident in his voice. "But don’t forget—you owe me breakfast for this wake-up call. I’ll pick you up at seven."

I groaned, already dreading the early morning. "Fine. But if you're late, I’m making you buy lunch too."

"Deal," he said cheerfully before hanging up.

I tossed the phone onto the bed beside me and flopped back onto my pillow, staring at the ceiling. Despite the excitement buzzing through my veins, exhaustion began to tug at me. I closed my eyes, letting the thrill of the news settle in. I’d done it. I’d landed the role. With a small, satisfied smile, I allowed myself to drift back to sleep.

The next morning, my alarm blared at the ungodly hour of six-thirty. I groaned, rolling over to smack the snooze button, but the memory of Kenji's call pulled me out of bed. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. Today was the first step into a new chapter of my career, and I wasn’t about to start it off by being late.

I showered quickly, letting the warm water wake me up fully, and then threw on a simple but stylish outfit. Comfort was key, but I wasn’t about to look anything less than my best.

By the time I was ready, it was seven on the dot. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, only to find Kenji already waiting for me outside, leaning against his car with that infuriatingly smug grin of his.

"Right on time, Sunshine," he called out as I approached. "I almost expected you to flake and leave me to eat breakfast alone."

"Not a chance," I shot back, climbing into the passenger seat. "I wasn’t about to let you hold that over my head."

Kenji chuckled as he started the car. "Smart move. So, what are you in the mood for? Something celebratory, I hope."

"I could go for something decadent," I said, settling into the seat. "This is a special occasion, after all."

He nodded a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Perfect. I know just the place."

As we drove through the city, I couldn’t help but glance over at Kenji, who was humming along to the radio with a carefree ease.

We pulled up to a cozy little café that I hadn’t been to before, its exterior lined with colorful flowers and inviting wooden benches. Inside, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries greeted us, and I immediately felt my mood lift.

Kenji led us to a table by the window, and soon enough, we were digging into a breakfast feast fit for a celebration. Fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, and of course, a mountain of fresh fruit on the side. It was exactly what I needed to start the day off right.

"So," Kenji said between bites of his pancake, "how does it feel knowing you’re about to become a star?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my smile. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I still have to film the damn thing."

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "You were born for this. You’ve got the talent, the looks, the attitude. Hollywood doesn’t stand a chance against you."

I paused, taking in his words. It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to soak in praise, but coming from Kenji meant something. "Why did you keep insisting that I be part of it?" I asked firmly.

"Because I didn't film a movie series alone for a year or two, or whatever it takes," he said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. "Plus, the role of the male main character was already taken, which means I don't have to end up kissing you since you're my best friend, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But who got the role?" I asked, my curiosity becoming more and more visible.

"Oh, his name is Aaron Warner, I think. Don't remember, but don't worry about it. He is attractive. As for his personality, uh... It's questionable..."

"Aaron Warner? Could you please give me a more detailed description?! And not those descriptions where you say three words put together, for god's sake."

"You know that when you get mad, your Italian accent appears the same as your Italian genes." He chuckled but quickly stopped when I gave him a look.

"He is five feet nine inches tall, with gold blonde hair and jade green eyes. He has a muscular build and carries himself with a cold, unemotional demeanor, often keeping to himself and not being very social." He quickly replied. Like I would kill him if he didn't.

I couldn't believe how detailed his description was; it was as if he was possessed by some demon. His words widened my eyes in surprise.

"Can I see a photo of that?" I asked.

"Google exists, girl—yes, I do!" He quickly grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his gallery. When I gave him that 'serial killer' look, he called, which I think I got from my father, Dante Salvatore Solans, a lawyer. As for my mother, I got her beauty and my soft side; she was a doctor, after all.

"Here," he said, turning his phone to me and showing me a picture of what seemed like a tall boy with slowly golden hair and piercing green eyes, which caused a shiver down my spine despite the fact it was just a photo. And lastly, a white shirt in contrast with black trousers, which seemed quite small since it made his body more noticeable and defined, probably fighting for their life to not rip off.

"Can't believe more girls fall in love with him, more than me. He can't even start a conversation!" He said dramatically, looking surprised.

"I wonder why," I replied sarcastically.

"Hey! What do you mean by that? I'm hot and funny! He is just attractive, nothing more!" He snapped in defense.

After savoring our breakfast, we decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood before returning home to tackle the inevitable task of packing. We needed to gather all our essentials in preparation for our move to a new location, where we would be residing for the next several months. To be completely honest, I was more than a little excited about it. I had never been involved in a television series before, only in films. The thought of this new venture filled me with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.

I began by packing my clothes, knowing that they were indispensable. I carefully folded each piece, from cozy pajamas to makeup essentials, and from necessary medications to my favorite bags and shoes. Each item I placed in my suitcase held a certain significance, representing a different aspect of my life. By the time I finished, I had two large suitcases packed to the brim, ready to accompany me on this new chapter.

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Sunday came faster than I anticipated, and before I knew it, my suitcases were lined up outside, waiting to be loaded into the car. Kenji was already busy placing them in the trunk alongside the other bags. As I was about to slide into the passenger seat, something unexpected caught my eye. A brunette girl was sitting in the back seat of the car. She slowly turned her head to face me, her expression hesitant and uncertain.

"Hi," I said nervously, scanning the car to make sure I wasn’t intruding on something.

"Hey," she whispered before continuing, "I'm Juliette Ferrars. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Juliette. I'm Nicole Blair Solans, but you can call me whatever you want," I replied with a smile as I got into the passenger seat, fastened my seatbelt, and quickly fixed my hair.

"Are you... um, Kenji's girlfriend or...?" I asked, curious about the dynamic between them.

"No, no. I'm just his friend," she replied quickly, shaking her head.

"Oh, that makes more sense. There's no way Kenji had a girlfriend. I've never seen him with one, and I don't think I ever will," I laughed, teasing him.

"Excuse me?!" Kenji exclaimed as he got into the driver's seat. "You're just jealous because I'm funnier, more gorgeous, and way more intelligent than you," he pouted like a child, sticking out his tongue at me.

"Anyway, we can't start this trip without some Taylor Swift." He turned on the radio, blasting "Wonderland" at full volume as if our conversation hadn’t just taken a playful turn. Without missing a beat, he began singing along in the most exaggerated, off-key voice possible.

Juliette and I exchanged amused glances before deciding to join in.

"We found Wonderland! You and I got lost in it!" we all screamed together, our voices filling the car as Kenji started driving. The joy and silliness of the moment made the long drive feel much shorter.

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The drive took five hours and a half, but with Kenji and Juliette, it felt like just ten minutes. We laughed, sang, and shared stories. The whole ride was filled with laughs and smiles. And Juliette and I ended up becoming already like best friends. I found out she was going to sit with us since she was going to be my hair and makeup stylist and a side character of 'Dear Love.'

By the time we arrived at the set, it was already nine p.m. The sky was dark, and the set was illuminated by soft, warm lights that created an almost magical atmosphere. As we stepped out of the car, the cool evening air greeted us, and I could feel the excitement bubbling up again.

We were met by Castle and some of his co-workers, who greeted us with enthusiastic hugs and compliments, especially Kenji, as he seemed to be a good and old friend of theirs.

"Welcome to Omega Point, Mr. Solans. The set where you will be filming Dear Love," Castle smiled at me, prompting an unexpected smile in return.

"It's a pleasure being here," I replied firmly, shaking his hand.

"I was informed about your long journey. You both must be exhausted. Why don't you take some time to relax in your accommodations? We can save the full tour for tomorrow," he said, smiling warmly. His voice had a firm authority, yet it was tempered with kindness and friendliness.

"Thank you, we would appreciate that," Juliette replied, her tone steady as she returned his smile.

"Excellent. Kenji, please show them to their rooms."

"Of course, sir," Kenji responded, gesturing for us to follow him. After a few minutes, we arrived in front of an imposing, private hotel.

The hotel stood as a beacon of luxury, its architecture a seamless blend of modern elegance and timeless refinement. The grand facade was adorned with intricate details, from the polished marble pillars to the soft, ambient lighting that highlighted the building's sophisticated lines. As we stepped inside, the lobby unfolded like a scene from a dream. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Plush carpets, woven with intricate patterns, muffled our footsteps as we walked across the polished marble floor. The air was scented with a subtle blend of fresh flowers and rich wood, creating an atmosphere of serene opulence.

I exchanged a glance with Juliette, both of us silently marveling at the surroundings as Kenji led us through the corridors, each one more impressive than the last. Finally, we reached our rooms. Kenji opened the door to my room first, revealing a space as exquisite as the rest of the hotel. The room was spacious, with large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The decor was understated yet luxurious, with soft, neutral tones accented by rich fabrics and elegant furnishings. A king-sized bed, dressed in crisp white linens, dominated the room, inviting me to rest.

"Please let us know if you need anything," Kenji said with a polite bow before leaving me and Juliette to settle in our rooms.

I took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the space wash over me. Placing my luggage by the wardrobe, I took a moment to explore the room. The bathroom was a marble sanctuary, complete with a deep soaking tub and an array of high-end toiletries. A long, relaxing bath felt like the perfect way to wash away the fatigue of the journey.

After soaking in the tub for what felt like an eternity, I slipped into a plush robe and made my way to the bed. The soft mattress and pillows seemed to cradle me as I lay down. With the gentle hum of the city in the background, I closed my eyes, allowing the comfort of the room to lull me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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✧*̥˚ masterlist overview *̥˚✧

here is an overview of all my masterlists! i have a general masterlist with all of my fics minus the specials which have their own. then you can also choose between fandoms, if you're searching for anything specific!

⭐main masterlist ⭐specials masterlist

⭐mcu/marvel ⭐call of duty ⭐bbc sherlock ⭐haunting adeline ⭐criminal minds ⭐actors/actresses ⭐back to my pinned!

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Cinderella And The Four Knights Masterlist

Cinderella And The Four Knights funny moments 

Cinderella And The Four Knights moments 

Cinderella And The Four Knights OST 

Cinderella And The Four Knights quote 

Kang Ji Woon x Eun Ha Won 

Kang Hyun Min x Park Hye Ji

Lee Yoon Sung x Eun Ha Won 

Kang Ji Woon x Kang Hyun Min x Kang Seo Woo 

Kang Ji Woon moments 

Eun Ha Won moments 

Kang Hyun Min moments 

Kang Seo Woo moments 

Lee Yoon Sung moments 

Park Hye Ji moments 

[fandoms--fluff]

TVDU Actresses and Actors

Danielle Rose Russell

You're Beautiful Just The Way You Are

All Shy and Pink

Kaylee Bryant

Best Day Ever

[justahopelessromanticgirly98]

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜/𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.

How My Drama Journey Started: - starts off from dramas that have been dubbed in my native tongue, Hmong, and these generally varies from Chinese Dramas, Taiwanese Dramas, Korean Dramas and Thai Dramas (mainly on VHS, DVD and old Youtube) - then learning that there's specific websites that broadcast dramas, ex. VIKI, Dramacool etc.

Am I Watching Dramas Now? Unforunately, I am not binge watching any dramas at the moment. I am falling under the "Short Clip" or "Special Clip" where watching snippets of dramas are enough to keep me alive (i cannot handle anymore filler nonsense). Having watched so many dramas in my life, I can already pin-point where the plot is gonna go and it's not as exciting to me anymore (that also means I am growing up lmao).

anyways, enough of me ranting, here are the categories on this masterlist:

💛 (newly discovered)

❤️ (current obsession)

💜 (old favorite)

💙 (hall of fame favorite)

Chinese Actors 2000s 2010s 2020s - Dai Gao Zheng ❤️ - to be continuned...

Japanese Actors (coming soon) 2000s 2010s 2020s

Taiwanese Actors (coming soon) 2000s 2010s 2020s

Thai Actors (coming soon) 1990s 2000s 2010s 2020s

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┗⧽ ᴀʜɴ ʜʏᴏ sᴇᴏᴘ ┗⧽ ʙᴀᴇ ɪɴ ʜʏᴜᴋ ┗⧽ ᴀʜɴ ᴊᴀᴇ ʜʏᴜɴ

┗⧽ ʙʏᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴏ sᴇᴏᴋ ┗⧽ ᴄʜᴀ ᴊᴏᴏ ᴡᴀɴ ┗⧽ ᴄʜᴀ ᴡᴏᴏ ᴍɪɴ

┗⧽ ᴄʜᴀᴇ ᴊᴏɴɢ ʜʏᴇᴏᴘ ┗⧽ ᴄʜᴀɴɢ ʀʏᴜʟ ┗⧽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ʜʏᴜɴ ᴡᴏᴏᴋ

┗⧽ ɢᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴏ ┗⧽ ʜᴏɴɢ ᴋʏᴜɴɢ ┗⧽ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴏᴘ

┗⧽ ᴊɪ ᴄʜᴀɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏᴋ ┗⧽ ᴊɪ sᴜɴɢ ┗⧽ ᴊᴏ ʙʏᴇᴏɴɢ ᴋʏᴜ ┗⧽ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴀᴇ ɪɴ

┗⧽ ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴊɪɴ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ┗⧽ ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴋɪ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ʙᴇᴏᴍ

┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ʜʏᴜɴ ᴊɪɴ ┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴀᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ sᴏᴏ ʜʏᴜɴ

┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ ┗⧽ ᴋᴏᴏ ᴋʏᴏ ʜᴡᴀɴ ┗⧽ ᴋᴡᴀᴋ ᴅᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴏɴ

┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴇ ᴍɪɴ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴅᴏ ʜʏᴜɴ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏᴋ

┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇ ʜᴏᴏɴ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪɴ ʜʏᴜᴋ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ɢɪ

┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ sᴀɴɢ ʜᴇᴏɴ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ sᴀɴɢ ʏɪ

┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ sᴏᴏ ʜʏᴜᴋ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴛᴀᴇ ʀɪ ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢ

┗⧽ ᴍᴏᴏɴ sᴀɴɢ ᴍɪɴ ┗⧽ ɴᴏʜ sᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴ ┗⧽ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪ ʜᴏᴏɴ

┗⧽ ᴘᴀʀᴋ sᴇᴏ ʜᴀᴍ ┗⧽ sᴇᴏ ɪɴ ɢᴜᴋ ┗⧽ sᴏɴɢ ᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ᴋɪ

┗⧽ sᴏɴɢ ᴋᴀɴɢ ┗⧽ ᴜʜᴍ ᴛᴀᴇ ɢᴏᴏ ┗⧽ ᴡᴏᴏ ᴅᴏ ʜᴡᴀɴ

┗⧽ ʏɪᴍ sɪᴡᴀɴ┗⧽ ʏᴏᴏ ɪɴ sᴏᴏ ┗⧽ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ

┗⧽ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊɪᴏɴ

┗⧽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ʏɪ ʜᴜɴ ┗⧽ ɢᴏ ᴍɪɴ sɪ ┗⧽ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ᴊᴏɴɢ sᴇᴏ

┗⧽ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ʏᴇᴏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ┗⧽ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏ ʏᴇᴏɴ ┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ɢᴏ ᴇᴜɴ

┗⧽ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪ ᴡᴏɴ┗⧽ ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴏ ᴍɪ ┗⧽ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɢᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ

┗⧽ sᴇᴏ ʏᴇᴀ ᴊɪ

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Main Masterlist

Korean Actors & Actresses Gif Set Masterlist

Park Hyung Sik

Bae Suzy

Lee Ji Eun

Park Jinyoung

Choi Ji Su

[ourdadai]

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C-Celebs Masterlists!

BOY GROUPS:

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GIRL GROUPS:

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SINGERS:

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ACTORS:

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ACTRESSES:

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[◉°] … NANAMI KENTO & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 429k views

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꩜: actor!nanami x actress!reader

⤷ a short compilation of y/n & nanami moments!

sfw, fluff, accidental kisses, ooc nanami kinda

. art credits to @/osusiudon on twitter

masterlists

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౨ৎ first clip

“whereee is nanamiiii?” you whine, filming yourself as you walk around the set, trying to find your favourite cast member. you walk through a door. “nanamiii-oh there he is..”

you look surprised and then you tell the camera, “shhhh..nanami is asleep..”

you tiptoe towards where he lays passed out on a couch with his costume goggles right beside him. you turn the camera around to face nanami, his mouth agape as little snores passed through.

“awwww.. he looks so cute..”

you put the camera close to his face, making nanami look funny. “haha..i’m so keeping this-”

nanami snorts suddenly and shifts in a rapid movement, shocking you and making you drop your phone on his poor face.

“ahh!” you cry. fumbling ensues before you get your camera upright again, pointing it at a now awake, disappointed looking nanami, sitting up on the couch as he stares at you blankly. his hair is messy, tie askew and his eyes tired.

“sorry nanami…did i wake you??”

“…”

“…”

nanami sighs and rubs his eyes. “i don’t know _____. did you barge in here, record me and drop your phone on my face?”

“…oops?”

nanami stares at you some more and then you pat his head in apology.

“sorry, nanamin…”

he sighs again. “why are you like this…”

౨ৎ second clip

the paparazzi secretly filmed you and nanami exiting a store (which they had followed you both to). now of course, fans criticised said paparazzi, but after seeing the video themselves…they couldn’t be all that sad about it.

you and nanami walk out of the automatic doors, arms linked and nanami carries the shopping bag.

you’re eating your little treat, strolling with nanami to the sidewalk when he points to your shoes, noticing that your laces are undone.

he speaks and you just shrug, continuing to eat, uncaring of your unlaced shoes that are a hazard.

nanami has you hold the grocery bag temporarily and then kneels down and ties your laces securely, all the while you chew on your food and smile down at him.

he stands up and takes the bag from you to carry once more. you inaudibly talk before linking arms with him again and resting your head on his shoulder while you both walk away.

౨ৎ third clip

the director yells cut and you are immediately running towards nanami and throwing your arms around his shirtless waist, careful to avoid the very intricate, realistic body paint covering half of his body.

“nanami! please don’t dieeeee!” you cry, looking up at him, “who’s going to be my emotional support actor?”

nanami huffs and pats your back, “_____…i won’t disappear..i’ll still be on the set…”

“it’s not the same!” you grumble into his chest. “it’s like you died for real!”

“no it’s not. i’ll visit everyday until this series ends.”

“really?” you look up at him, eyes glossy, “you better not be lying. promise?”

“yes, i promise.” he sighs fondly.

“okay..”

still hugging him, you turn to look at the camera and blatantly check out his shredded torso and thick, strong arms. nanami just stands there, confused.

you rest your head on one of his pecs, looking at the camera and smiling. “i get to do this everyday, you know.”

nanami scoffs and shakes his head at you. you are unbelievable.

౨ৎ fourth clip

you and the a few members of the cast of jujutsu kaisen had agreed to play a game of “silent library”for charity and nanami had agreed to play too, which shocked both the cast and the fans considering nanami rarely participated in games like this.

nanami has struck luck so far but it runs out on the sixth round.

the cards are handed out and suspense rises when you all quickly flip them over.

you groan out loud before slapping a hand over your mouth when you see that you’ve received the death card.

looking around, you notice that nanami and gojo also share the same card, and you point at them confused, while the members who are safe sigh in relief and thank god.

nanami closes his eyes and gojo slumps in his chair dramatically, making a weak noise in his mouth. you snort. you’re quickly hushed.

the name of the game is presented, “suck and blow”, and poorly stifled chuckles ring around the room. you rub your eyes, already dreading what’s about to come.

gojo eyes you, making a come hither motion with his long finger and swear at him silently. nanami is silent and looks between the two of you blankly.

the aim of the game? all three players must pass plastic card between them with only their lips.

your head falls onto the table, gojo is grinning and nanami is, as always, sighing.

the three of you sit on stools, with yourself insisting on being in the middle.

“i could’ve sworn i’ve had a dream just like this…” gojo whispers and nanami is leaning all the way around to smack the back of his head. gojo gasps and utahime scolds at him to shut his mouth.

the plastic card is given to gojo and the timer begins. he sucks it to his lips, cheeks hollow and he looked very stupid. gojo grabs your head and presses the card to your lips, making it seem like you are both kissing. you grunt and begin smacking the side of his face. suppressed laughter can be heard around you as you forcefully pull away from gojo.

you purse your lips, holding the plastic card on them as best as you can and turning to face nanami. he leans in, ready to get this over with.

it happened so fast.

nanami’s face is close to yours as you move to transfer the plastic card to his lips..and then the card falls.

it falls and you’re kissing nanami for half a second.

you gasp and pull back, embarrassed and covering your face.

you hear a squeal, a loud gasp and shocked laughter as you drown in shame. nanami sits there, fiddling, not knowing what to do with his hands and his face is clearly pink.

gojo teases you both to no end and the timer is already up.

it’s safe to say you all lost that round.

౨ৎ fifth clip

nanami is forced to go on a talk show (as he claims his manager made him do it ).

his responses are perfect and polite - nanami clearly has some sort of media training or an upper class background of some sort. it’s like nothing could catch him off guard whatsoever.

nanami is talking and then, the host interrupts. “are you and _____ dating?”

the audience chuckles and nanami is caught off guard. “wh-what?” nanami breathes out, a blush rising from his neck to his cheeks. “what?”

“are you and _____ dating?”

“no…” nanami clears his throat, gulping, “no of course not…”

“what do you mean “of course not?” do you not like _____?”

“what? of course i like-” nanami cuts himself off with a deep sigh and the crowd laughs at his embarrassment and fluster. “_____…_____ is a lovely woman, she’s a respected colleague, a valued friend, she’s-”

“well since you like her so much, let’s bring her out!” the host flings his arm out in the direction of the entrance stairway, “give a warm welcome to _____!”

“?”

the crowd is screaming as you walk in, waving at them with a warm smile on your face and sit next to nanami.

nanami looks at you, face red. “i-”

“don’t let him stop you.” you say, referring to the host’s interruption and the cheers erupting from the sea of people. “keep talking about me!”

nanami sighs. “shit…”

౨ৎ sixth clip

you’re being interviewed on the red carpet by a boisterous, joyful middle aged lady who asks you many questions, one of them being, “fuck, marry, kill”.

“okay fuck, marry, kill with getou suguru, nanami kento and gojo sa-”

“easy,” you cut in, not even hearing the rest of the question, “fuck getou, marry nanami and kill gojo. easiest question i’ve had so far!”

on the other end of the carpet, nanami is being asked the same questions except with actresses, one of them being you.

“fuck marry kill - utahime iori, _____ or shoko ieiri?!”

“marry _____, fuck utahime and kill shoko. goodnight.” he abruptly walks away, not even waiting for the interviewer to respond and leaves them flabbergasted.

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Actors on Actors || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: Actress!reader and Drew partaking in Variety's Actors on Actors!!

Warnings: not proofread sozz

Word count: 3,057 loooong one

A/n: damn I felt like I was in the interview room for this one

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Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off you as the crew flitted around, prepping for the Actors on Actors interview with Variety. You were standing just a few feet away, laughing lightly at something one of the staff members had said, your head tilted back, eyes sparkling. To him, you looked utterly breathtaking—ethereal, even. Everyone knew Drew Starkey had the biggest crush on you.

He was never subtle about it, often caught in candid interviews or behind-the-scenes clips praising you, his admiration so obvious it became a running joke among his friends and colleagues. But right now, as he adjusted his mic and watched you from the corner of his eye, he wished he hadn’t been so vocal about it. His nerves were getting the best of him.

What if he said something dumb? What if you already thought he was just some lovesick fool? He swallowed hard, trying to calm the fluttering in his chest as you walked toward the set, your heels clicking softly against the floor. “Drew Starkey,” you greeted warmly, a radiant smile lighting up your features as you settled into the armchair opposite him.

You sat first, crossing your legs effortlessly, the picture of poise. “Y/n,” Drew smiled back, leaning forward slightly to kiss both of your cheeks. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent his pulse racing, but he played it cool as you let out a soft laugh, your perfume lingering faintly in the air.

“How’s it going?” he asked, his tone steady, though there was a barely perceptible edge to it—a nervous undertone that betrayed just how much this moment meant to him. His gaze lingered on yours, longer than what might be considered polite, but you didn’t seem to mind. “I’m good, and—” You paused mid-sentence as Drew suddenly leaned forward, his brows knitting together.

“Sorry—hold on,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, softer, as his fingers reached toward the hem of your dress. “You’ve got a little something.” Before you could respond, he gently plucked a stray piece of lint from the fabric, his fingertips brushing ever so lightly against the material.

The touch was fleeting, almost inconsequential, but it sent a quiet thrill up your spine, one you quickly masked with a polite chuckle. “Oh—thanks,” you said, your voice airy as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re welcome,” Drew replied, his lips curving into a shy grin, his usual confidence momentarily replaced by something more boyish and endearing.

For a moment, you could swear his ears turned a little pink. You leaned back, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you studied him. Of course you knew Drew Starkey had a crush on you. It wasn’t exactly a secret.

But there was something undeniably flattering about it—something that made you feel just a bit lighter, a bit more self-assured. However, you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. It was Drew Starkey after all.

Your eyes met again, and the silence between you stretched into something that felt almost electric. Both of you wore soft, bashful smiles, the moment teetering between unspoken words and playful tension. Finally, you broke into a small laugh, breaking the spell, and Drew looked away, scratching the back of his neck, his own smile lingering despite himself.

“You know,” you began, shifting slightly in your seat, “it’s kind of funny. We’ve both been at so many of the same events, but we’ve never actually talked until now.” Drew chuckled, his posture relaxing just a little. “I know, right? It’s crazy. First time was… the Glass Onion premiere, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “Yeah, I was there supporting Madelyn," Drew spoke. "Ugh, I miss Maddie," You give a small pout as Drew chuckles. “And then Immaculate, I remember standing right behind you in the photo line.” You laughed, your cheeks warming at the memory.

“Oh my god, yes! And somehow, we still didn’t even say hi.” “And then the Queer premiere a couple weeks ago,” Drew said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Right,” you said, leaning forward slightly as your laughter softened into a chuckle. “It’s wild how we’ve been orbiting around each other this whole time.”

“Crazy, huh?” Drew murmured, his voice lower now, his eyes soft as they lingered on you. The way he looked at you was different—not just admiration, but genuine warmth, curiosity, and something else you couldn’t quite place. “How’s everything been?” Drew asks, leaning back in his chair, his voice warm but tinged with curiosity, as if he genuinely wants to know every detail.

“It’s good,” you reply with a soft smile, shifting slightly in your seat. “I’m here in LA, which is nice—” Before you can finish, he interjects, his brow arching in curiosity. “You’re from New England, right?” You click your tongue playfully, tilting your head at him. “I see someone’s done their research, Mr. Starkey,” you tease, flashing him a playful wink.

Drew’s grin widens, and he throws his head back in laughter, the sound rich and easy, like he’s completely at ease for the first time since the cameras started rolling. “I had to, didn’t I? You’re not exactly an open book. I had to dig deep.” “Oh, is that so?” you challenge, your voice lilting with mock skepticism.

“Well, since you’re so curious, tell me—what do you know about New England?” you challenge, leaning forward slightly. He grins, but it’s a little sheepish. “Not much, if I’m honest. You’ll have to fill in the blanks for me. What’s it like there?” Your eyes widen in exaggerated disbelief, your hand fluttering to your chest like you’ve been insulted.

“Wait—you’ve never been? My goodness, Drew! Come with me, and I’ll show you around properly,” you say, your tone teasing but full of warmth. His smile softens, and he leans in just a little. “I’d like that very much,” he says, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity that makes your breath hitch for a fraction of a second. “Well then,” you reply with a chuckle, regaining your composure.

“I think we can organise something. You’re from North Carolina, yeah?” Drew hums in confirmation, his grin widening. “Born and raised. But I gotta admit, New England sounds pretty tempting now.” “It should,” you quip, pointing at him playfully. Then, after a beat, you lean in slightly, an amused gleam in your eye.

“Can I just say—and I’m sure you get this a lot—I’m a huge fan of Outer Banks.” Drew raises an eyebrow, his grin turning slightly bashful as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re team Pogue,” he jokes, but his eyes are fixed on you with a playful sparkle.

You snort softly, clasping your hands together in your lap. “Not quite. But I’ve gotta say, you play Rafe so convincingly. How do you approach a character like Rafe? I mean, you’re, you know… the complete opposite of him.” You chuckle, your words carrying a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Drew leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before clearing his throat. “Well, Rafe is a challenge, to say the least. He’s not your typical villain. It’s easy to hate him on the surface, but if you dig deeper, he’s this broken guy with so many vulnerabilities. That’s where I try to focus—on making him human. I want people to see why he makes those awful decisions, even if they don’t agree with them. It’s all about balance.”

You nod, your expression softening as you listen. “That’s fascinating,” you say earnestly. “It’s definitely what makes him such a compelling character.” Drew smiles, but you notice something different about his gaze. He isn’t just answering your question—he’s watching you, his eyes holding a softness that makes your heart skip a beat.

Before the moment can linger too long, Drew shifts the focus back to you. “And your character in Ghosted,” he says, his voice warm and curious. “It’s so different from anything you’ve done before. How did you prepare for that role?” You smile at the question, grateful for his genuine interest.

“It was a lot of emotional work,” you admit, leaning back slightly. “She’s so different from me in so many ways. I spent a lot of time understanding her motivations, her fears, and what drives her. It’s a very internal role, so the process was… draining, to say the least. But also rewarding.” Drew’s lips curve into a soft smile as he leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Sounds intense,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I’ve always wondered in the film how you guys manage to keep it together when the emotions run that deep.” You shrug lightly, a thoughtful smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not easy, but that’s the beauty of the craft, isn’t it? Tapping into those emotions and channelling them into something real.”

Drew nods, his expression softening even further. There’s something unspoken in his gaze—something that lingers longer than words can express. “Yeah,” he says finally, his voice dropping just a fraction. “I get that. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re incredible. I’ve seen your work—it’s inspiring.” His words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and you can’t help the rush of warmth that floods your chest.

A small, genuine smile spreads across your face. “I could say the same for you,” you reply softly, your eyes meeting his. For a moment, it’s like the rest of the room fades away, leaving just the two of you, sharing something unspoken yet deeply understood. Drew shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity evident. “So, let’s talk about Saltburn. You played Venetia Catton. How did you even begin to prepare for a role like that?"

You smile, the mention of Saltburn immediately bringing back memories. “Honestly, Venetia was one of the most challenging but rewarding roles I’ve ever taken on. Emerald Fennell has such a sharp, specific vision as a director, and she brought so much depth to every single character. Venetia wasn’t just the surface-level socialite that she might appear to be at first glance. She’s deeply entrenched in this world of privilege, but there’s a kind of desperation underneath it all—this need to hold it all together, to maintain this facade of control.”

Drew nods, his expression thoughtful. “I feel like Emerald has this incredible knack for creating characters who feel both larger than life and painfully real. What was it like working with her?” “Incredible,” you answer without hesitation. “Emerald is so collaborative and detail-oriented, but she also gives you the freedom to bring your own interpretation to the role. She’s this powerhouse of creativity, and you always feel like you’re in safe hands with her. She’s also hilarious—like, incredibly funny—so even on the more intense days, there was always this underlying sense of ease on set.”

Drew smiles at that, clearly invested. “And then there’s the cast. I mean, Rosamund Pike, Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi—they’re all such giving actors. What was it like working alongside them?” You exhale softly, recalling the dynamic energy of the cast. “It was surreal, honestly. Rosamund Pike is… well, she’s Rosamund Pike. She’s this commanding presence on set, but she’s also so warm and generous as a scene partner. Barry, on the other hand, is just a chameleon. He’s fearless in the way he approaches his craft, and watching him work was like taking a masterclass every day.”

“And Jacob?” Drew asks, his tone light but curious. “He’s been everywhere lately.” “Jacob’s amazing,” you reply with a smile. “He’s so grounded, which is kind of funny considering the larger-than-life characters he’s been playing lately. But on set, he’s just this really laid-back, thoughtful guy. We had a lot of fun with our scenes together—he brings this kind of effortless charisma that makes everything feel natural.”

Drew leans back in his chair, letting out a low whistle. “That’s a stacked team. No pressure at all, right?” You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no pressure whatsoever. Just casually working with some of the most talented people in the industry.” “Well, you pulled it off,” Drew says sincerely. “Venetia felt so fully realised—like, even in her silences, there was so much going on beneath the surface. It was fascinating to watch.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, his compliment catching you off guard. There’s an earnestness in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. “So,” you say, shifting into the next topic, “you’ve played a lot of interesting characters—Rafe Cameron, of course, but also roles like Zach in The Other Zoey and the projects you’ve got coming up. Do you feel like people expect you to stick to certain kinds of roles because of how iconic Rafe has become?”

Drew’s smile fades just a little, his expression turning thoughtful. He seems to appreciate the question, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he answers. “Yeah, there’s definitely that expectation sometimes,” he admits. “Rafe is such a big character, and I think when people see you in one role, they assume that’s all you can do. But as actors, we want to stretch ourselves, you know? Surprise people.”

He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s kind of like you, actually,” he adds softly. “You’ve done dramas, you’ve done comedies… you’ve proven that you’re not just one thing. I think that’s what makes people really root for you—you're versatile. You don’t let them put you in a box.” The sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you can feel heat rise to your cheeks again. You shift slightly in your seat, trying not to let his words completely throw you off balance.

“That’s… really nice of you to say,” you murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think that’s the beauty of what we do, right? Showing people different sides of ourselves, through the characters we play.” Drew nods, his eyes softening. “Exactly. You just said it better than I could.” You smile, letting the moment hang between you for just a beat longer than it probably should.

You adjust in your seat, leaning forward slightly as you shift the focus of the interview. “Alright, let’s talk about Queer. You play Eugene, and from everything I’ve heard, it’s such an emotionally rich and complex role. What drew you to it, Drew?" You smile as he laughs. “Honestly, it was the script. You know with it being based on William S. Burroughs’ novel, and the way it explored themes of longing, identity, and self-destruction… it was just so raw. Eugene is such a fascinating character because he’s flawed, but you can’t help but empathise with him. It felt like a challenge I couldn’t pass up.”

You nod, smiling softly. “It sounds like it required you to really dig deep emotionally. Was it intimidating stepping into a story like that?” “Completely,” Drew admits with a laugh. “But it was also the kind of role that forces you to grow as an actor. I had to be vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been before, which was scary but also freeing. And having someone like Luca Guadagnino directing—it felt like a safety net, you know? He creates such a safe, collaborative environment.”

“Luca’s brilliant,” you agree, your voice filled with admiration. “And then there’s Daniel Craig. What was your experience working with him? I mean- I remember working with him on Glass Onion and being blow away by how meticulous he is." Drew grins, a flicker of boyish excitement crossing his face. “Oh, he’s incredible. Daniel is one of those actors who’s just so present in every scene. He has this intensity, but he’s also really generous as a scene partner. He listens, reacts—he makes you feel like what you’re doing really matters.”

You smile, nodding your head, "He's also got such a great sense of humour!" Drew laughs, nodding. “Exactly! Like, he can go from delivering this super heavy, emotional scene to cracking a joke that has the entire crew in stitches. It’s such a unique balance, and it keeps the energy on set really light, even during the intense moments.”

“Do you have a favourite memory with him from filming?” you ask, genuinely curious. “There’s this one scene we did that was really emotionally charged—like, full-on tears and everything,” Drew begins, his smile softening. “After we wrapped the take, I was still kind of in that headspace, and Daniel just clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘Well, that was bloody exhausting, wasn’t it?’ It snapped me out of it, and we both just started laughing. It was one of those moments where you realise, ‘Okay, this is heavy, but it’s also what we love to do.’”

You laugh at the image of Daniel’s bluntness, shaking your head. “That’s so him. He has a way of grounding you, doesn’t he?” “Completely,” Drew agrees. “And honestly, having him on set made me feel like I had to step up my game. He’s such a pro, and you can’t help but want to match that level of commitment.”

You tilt your head, studying him for a moment. “It sounds like Queer really pushed you as an actor, in the best way.” “It did,” Drew says earnestly. “And, you know, hearing you talk about working with Daniel—what was it like for you? I mean, I imagine Glass Onion had a very different vibe, but I’m sure he brought that same energy.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you reply. “Daniel has this way of making everyone feel like they’re part of something special. And with Glass Onion, there was this playful energy because the story is so twisty and fun, but Daniel was always so focused and intentional with every scene.” Drew leans in slightly, clearly fascinated. “Did you ever have one of those moments with him where you just stopped and thought, ‘Wow, I’m working with James Bond’?”

You laugh, nodding. “More than once! It’s impossible not to. But then you get to know him, and he’s just… Daniel. Down-to-earth, funny, and incredibly kind. It makes you forget about the whole ‘James Bond’ thing—at least for a little while.” Drew grins. “That’s good to know. I feel like we’ve both been lucky to work with him, even if I’m still a little starstruck.”

“That’s what Daniel Craig does to you, ladies and gentlemen,” you teased, your laughter light as you pointed at the camera, winking playfully. Drew’s amused chuckle followed, a soft sound that matched the warmth in your tone. The atmosphere of the interview had shifted, the playful banter between the two of you creating an easy camaraderie as the conversation drew to a close.

“Well, I think we’ve discovered we have a lot in common after all,” Drew said, his smile widening as he turned toward you. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and genuine appreciation. “This has been a great pairing, truly.”

Your smile softened as you met his gaze, the connection between the two of you almost palpable. “I think so too,” you responded, your voice light and sincere, a soft chuckle escaping you as your gaze lingered on him. “Very great pairing,” you added, your words more than just agreement—there was an unspoken understanding, a mutual respect that hung in the air.

Drew’s smile widened slightly at your reply, the chemistry between the two of you becoming more evident as the final moments of the interview came into focus. Despite the cameras and the public personas, there was something undeniably real in the exchange, something that hinted at more than just a professional connection.

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