#manager!agatha

[p-taryn-dactyl]

dudeeee ik ur reqs are open so why not give this a shot and see what u think abt it! since the new agatha trailer came out I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT HERRRJDID!! so this is abt her! (plus love ur agatha content!! ive read all of em ALL OF EM)

so.. what abt a AU where agatha is the reader's manager and the reader is a famous actor? this could lead to a dark fic or just a wholesome light one! whichever u prefer ill leave it up to u!

~p.s i hope ur feeling better!! have a nice day and feel free to ignore this if u want to^^

a/n: first off, i love ur energy so much omg, and also SAME! the trailer goes through my mind 24/7 and i’m not mad about it! ooooo i love this idea!! definitely have to take creative liberties bc i’ve sadly never been famous😔 word count: 2.6k warning(s): fun fact: i am making all of these things up, if you're secretly an actor keep everything i did wrong in this fic to yourself - slight jealous!Agatha - friends to coworkers to lovers - agatha definitely knows how to communicate - all movies and characters mentioned in this are worlds/stories i have written- kinda rushed ending but then again i feel like everything is rushed - i really hope you like this! thank you so much for the ask and i am feeling a bit better 🫶🏻 - i really can't write kissing my apologies

i was the saint, you used to adore me

You remember when you first hired Agatha.

You were just beginning to dip your toes into the pool of acting, cautiously testing the waters by sending out your less than perfect resume to anyone who would accept. Agatha was the first, and only, acting manager to respond. She too was new to her field, so far only representing people who specialized in car commercials and medicine ads. She wanted a change of pace and your lack luster resume spoke to her. Some part of you still wanders why she picked to represent you, even though in the end everything worked out incredibly well, you wanted to know why she wanted to work with you.

Because now it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with you.

At the beginning, it was like the two of you couldn't be seperated. Outside of work hours, many movie nights happened, sometimes an excuse for Agatha to show you her favorite directing and acting techniques, sometimes an excuse for you to binge watch Sandra Bullock's entire cinematography. You would fill her inbox with emails of dream roles, she would fill yours with links to acting classes if the number of emails in her inbox from you exceeded 1,000.

She was your best friend.

You missed her.

If you had to pinpoint the time when she started drifting away, it was right after you landed your breakout role of Aerin Fey in the movie Pillars, which became a boxoffice hit, making nearly three times the production cost in theaters. Soon, your portrayal of the multiversal anti hero was on billboards, had sequels and contracts signed, had custom dolls on toy store shelves. It was everything you wanted, seeing little girls inspired by you as you either walked down a red carpet or passed them in the grocery store. You loved signing autographs in the signature Agatha and you spent nights perfecting. You loved taking pictures with fans, almost equally as excited as they were, after all your dream was coming true.

All you wanted was to share these moments with your closest friend but soon Agatha started only filling the manager role in your life. No longer did she appear at your door bearing tubs of ice cream to celebrate a role you had been offered, no longer did she let you cry when you lost a role you had been desperate for. Your texts and emails became dry, only notifying you of roles she had sent your portfolio in for or sending you calender invites for interviews and late night show appearances.

All this was swirling in your head as you scrolled through your old texts with Agatha, your eyes becoming watery as you went further into the messages. You sat in your living room on your large couch, a purchase Agatha practically had to force you to confirm. You still didn't understand why you needed such a large couch or house for that matter, as you were the only one living in the space. It was damn comfortable though. You let yourself sink into the cushions, your mind running wild with theories as to why Agatha suddenly cut your friendship off. Sure, you two would keep a professional appearance when seen together on the carpet but you were absolutely certain people noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"Bitch if you don't answer this door right now I'm going to assume you're dead and call every TMZ reporter here!"

The voice of your co-star turned friend Wanda Maximoff interupted your self pity episode, making you realize that the pounding you had subconsciously been hearing wasn't a sad theme song your mind created for you. No, it was the furious knocking of the red head. You reluctantly got out of your comfy spot, slightly taking Wanda's threat seriously. You opened your door, revealing your friend holding a folder with Pillar's studio name printed on the side and a bottle of champagne. You nodded to the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Wanda laughed, nudging her way into your home, bumping your shoulder with hers.

"Oh so it's that kind of day."

Wanda took her place on your couch, setting the bottle on the coffee table and crossing her legs with the folder in her lap. She patted the spot next to her on your couch, a smile wide on her face.

"Now come on, we have to make sure we know the answers to questions and what not to answer!"

You groaned at the reminder of your TV appearance tomorrow. Which also meant enduring the new cold demeanor of your be-manager. Wanda seemed to read your face as you made your way to sit back on the couch. She patted your knee once you were sat, her face a mix of pity and a bit of anger for your sadness.

"Is Agatha still acting weird?"

You nodded while staying silent, not wanting to cry in front of one of your only real friends. Not yet at least.

"God that's so stupid honestly. The least she could do is tell you what's going on instead of acting like a fourth grader who's favorite swing is being used during recess. I know you love her Y/N, I'm sorry."

You both laughed and choked at Wanda's words.

She was right, you loved Agatha. You've loved her since the first time you met her and your feelings only grew and intensified as your partnership continued throughout the years.

But you'd never say it outloud. That would make it real. And if it was real, that meant the woman you loved hated you and you had no idea why.

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Agatha was leaning against the wall of your dressing room, her eyes glued to her phone as she typed furiously. You watched her in the mirror as your hair stylist put the finishing touches on the style that was supposed to look effortless. Almost as if she could feel your stare, Agatha looked up from her phone to meet your eyes in the mirror. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as your own eyes widened, standing up a little to quickly. Realizing once you were up that you didn't have a reason for such a reaction.

Wanda burst into the dressing room, her red dress sparkling in the light.

"They want us to walk on stage together, shall we?"

Wanda held out her elbow for you to hold on to, winking in an exaggerated way. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Agatha's intense glare at Wanda but decided that you weren't going to let your manager's weird behavior affect this interview. You hooked your arm through Wanda's, playing along.

"We shall!"

Agatha followed behind the two of you, her stare burning into the back of your neck as the two of you walked onto the stage, cuing the raging applause and cheers from the audience. Agatha stayed off-stage, watching with crossed arms and an expression that could take down the toughest of tough.

The lights were burning and bright as you and Wanda took a seat next to each other across from the interviewer. You immediately regretting your choice in seat as Agatha stood across from you in the wings, her stare like ice as it stuck to your skin. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a wide smile as you were introduced. Purposefully ignoring Agatha, you focused on how the interviewer angeled her body towards Wanda, indictating who she would be asking a question to first.

"Ok, I got to say," Darcy Lewis, the host of this show, threw her hands in the air as if she was giving a confession, "I can't ask any questions about the movie until I get confirmation about something that's happened in your life recently, Wanda."

Wanda smirked, obviously understanding where Darcy was going, You, however, were confused, your eyes flickering between Darcy, Wanda, Agatha, and the audience, hating the feeling. Your smile stayed plastered on, not wanting to reveal your confusion. Wanda met your eyes and reached over to cover your hand with hers, her left hand on top almost purposefully. You looked down to see a beautiful ring with a braided band of gold set with a sparkling diamond of reasonable size.

"Oh my god!" You gasped out, grasping Wanda's hand and bringing it embarassingly close to your face. Wanda and Darcy laughed, the latter clapping as her vague question was answered in a hilarious way.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice!" Wanda laughed out, tugging her hand back to marvel at her ring herself, "I've only been parading it around for a week!"

You flushed with embarassment, a real smile painting your lips as you covered your face with your hands. After the crowd calmed down, Wanda confirmed outloud what the ring symbolized.

"A little over a week ago, my long time partner, who I met on this set by the way, proposed to me in the park we had our first date. Oh, he was so nervous but I couldn't let him finish his speach I was so excited! Obviously I said yes."

You wanted to give your friend a giant hug but decided against climbing over the arms of the chairs, choosing to keep your dignity as you didn't want your dress to ride up too much.

Darcy continued with the interview, the air of the stage light and friendly as you and Wanda evaded questions and made jokes about being trapped in these roles until you're 90. You realized once the interview was almost over that you couldn't feel Agatha's stare on you anymore. Since you had been actively avoiding the spot she was standing in the whole time, you hadn't notice her slip away. A spark of anger lit in your chest as memories floated around your mind. What had you done that she deemed worthy enough to sever your relationship?

You were surprisingly thankful when the interview was over, everything becoming a blur as you made it back home. Wanda had a date with her fiance, Vision but told you that she wanted to get coffee the next morning. You already knew you would be needing that coffee, as you had a few pages of script to begin memorizing for a cameo scene you were doing for a spin-off show of Pillars.

You wanted to just curl up on your couch and binge watch old Disney movies but you forced yourself to walk in circles around your living room, script in hand as you acted out your scenes. A few hours in, you were getting frustrated. Your mind just wouldn't grasp the script, each line entering your mind quickly but leaving even quicker. You were about to learn how to use your fireplace just to burn the papers when your door shook with someone knocking. It was rapid, almost desperate and it sent a sense of urgency pooling in your gut. You practically ran to your door, afraid of what you would see on the other side. Did someone die? Oh god, hopefully Wanda and Vision didn't break up that would be awful-

The door swung open.

It was Agatha.

Her eyes were ablaze with an emotion you couldn't pin point, her hair was a mess but it only added to her beauty, and she was gripping her phone so hard in her hand that her knuckles were white.

You were frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. Agatha just stared back at you, her chest heaving as if she had ran all the way to your home. Blinking, you broke yourself from your trance, and against the voices in your head that sounded suspiciously like a specific redhead, stepped to the side to let Agatha in. She barged in, going to stand in front of the couch, arms crossed as she continued to stare at you. Wringing your hands, you decided you wanted to mend what was broken.

"I'm just practicing for the shoot in a week, would you help me? I can't seem to get-"

"Were you ever with Wanda?"

Her sudden question made you choke on your words and you were back to being frozen, the script falling dramatically from your hands. Agatha came to stand in front of you, her face inches from yours. Your tongue was heavy with shock and all you could do was shake your head in denial.

Why was Agatha asking this? Did she like Wanda? That would explain why she wouldn't be happy with you, as you had grown closer to the redhead throughout the years and Agatha didn't.

Something clicked in your mind, reversing your sinking stomach into nervous butterflies.

But if she liked Wanda, why would she be glaring at her? Unless, the person Agatha liked wasn't the now engaged redhead and was-

"Y/N, please, I need you to answer me."

Agatha voice contradicted her body language, her words broken and shaky, as if she was afraid of a potential answer. Her hands flexed in the postition of her crossed arms, as if she wanted to reach towards you. You took a deep breath, preparing your answer.

"Is this why you started avoiding me? Because you thought I was with Wanda? I've only ever been her friend, Agatha and we only grew as close as we are because you stopped talking to me! God, I thought you hated me!"

Agatha's eyes lost their iciness and filled with panic instead. Her hands shot out and grasped your arms.

"Hate? No, I love you! I though the giant annoucment at the interview would be that you were in a relationship with Wanda! I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her because of my feelings!."

You shrugged Agatha's hands off your arms and took a step back.

"So you ruined ours? All because you thought your feelings were unreciprocated?" Agatha's eyes lit up with hope at your words, "Wanda's been with Vision for years, all you had to do was open Google!" You had started to raise your voice towards the end, all your frustration being let out at once. Agatha shrugged sheepishly as she slowly stepped to once again be close to you.

"I didn't want to be right."

Agatha smiled nervously as she brushed a hair from your face.

"I didn't know what to do and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted. God, Y/N, it hurt seeing you with someone who wasn't me. I thought you just wanted to be friends. "

Her whispered apology melted away the ice that had been hardening your heart for protection and you reached up to cup her face in your hands. Agatha leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a second before opening and almost blinding you with how much hope was shining towards you.

"I loved being your friend and it really hurt me when you took that away but," you smiled at Agatha, shifting to be even closer to your manager, "I would love to be even more."

Agatha smiled softly, her eyes saying everything her words couldn't. Her smile melted into a smirk as she leaned in, your hands falling from her face so your arms could wrap around her neck.

"I would really love to make up for lost time."

You barely had finished nodding before Agatha's lips crashed into yours, consuming you. Her hands now cradled your face as you kissed, her tongue battling with yours. She started walking, directing you towards the stairs, where the door to your bedroom taunted you with it being far. As the two of you stumbled up the stairs, laughter breaking the kiss, you felt Agatha tugging on your dress, the one you still hadn't changed out of. Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and once you hit your bed, from the look in Agatha's eyes, you wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

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a/n: please tell me u liked this bc i loved writing it :) i love this AU idea and would love to expand on it in the future! i wanted this to be a one shot but the potential in this pairing could lead to a series 👀 thank you so much for reading!! hopefully my writing slump hasn't affected my writing too much but i'm going to keep practicing to get better!!

[warningsine]

like deadbeat dad, like son

[evgar]

kiss of death

graphite and watercolors on paper

[sedlex]

The 122 dislikes are lying.

[agatharkn3ss]

Episode 6 mystery woman?

At the beginning of the episode, when Lilia hands over Billy's jacket to a woman - I believe this woman is credited as "Event Manager" played by Erica Frene. And she could be all there is to it...

...However, she really bugs me and I think she's actually someone we need to pay closer attention to:

It feels the camera is making a point in not revealing her face. We never get to see it, only profile silhouette

Why go in all the trouble of introducing someone else? This could've been just as easily played by Billy's mum and would've explained how he got his jacket back so quickly.

In fact, she is stylised almost exactly like Billy's mother, as if trying to trick the viewers on purpose

When the people exit the building in panic, the camera follows her specifically, and keeps her in focus. Again, you could easily make a mistake you are following Billy and his mum, as the person next to her is putting a jacket on. However, towards the end of that shot, we see that it is just some old man - different hair, balding head, no Jewish cap.

And given that Billy has met all the other witches in that episode, the remaining one is Rio. And yes, the mystery woman looks nothing like her because it is Erica Frene. But this could be misleading, maybe she can shapeshift, or maybe they will make it as it was actually Plaza in flashbacks, they just didn't want to make it too obvious in this episode (or Plaza wasn't available at the time as we know she was juggling multiple projects at the same time).

Her appearance there would tie neatly into the show - if she was truly Lady Death and was just "doing her job", i.e. about to get the boy. In that sense, she really is the "Event manager" of life in general. It would make it more complicated to get the jacket back to Billy, as technically she would no longer know/remember him by then (I believe that's the whole reason for the sigil - hide Billy from death, not from the witches).

[lilithschosen]

Yeah, hey...it's me again...mmhmm..mhhmm... no, yeah I was wondering if I could get some Agent Vidal wearing Agnes' clothes while she's fucking her?....Oh, what else? Uhhh....hmmm...oh! Mutual masturbation! That's it! Yeah...yeah, been a long day...

long day huh? well, bet it's been a long while because my brainworms awoke after a brief stint of hibernation but we out here. also @revleftshark you get tagged for your feeding of said brainworms :)

Rio holds her book between her fingers, legs curled underneath her body and tucked into the oversized crew neck sweatshirt she sniped from Agatha's clean laundry pile during her chores routine. She's in her chair, the TV on in front of her more for background noise than anything else. As Agatha swings the front door open, she gasps in surprise.

"I come home every day at five-thirty," Agatha laughs, "The book suck you in?"

She nods, dog earring the page before closing the book and tossing it on the coffee table. "It's so good."

"Yeah the brief blip I read in the kitchen the other day was nice," she licks her lips, remembering what happened after that moment, "Anyway, work was annoying."

Rio stands, stretching her legs after having them bunched in the large sweatshirt for too long. She wobbles momentarily, reaching for Agatha as they both chuckle.

"I'm sorry work sucked, baby."

Agatha wraps her arms around Rio's waist and presses a sweet kiss on her lips. She inhales her floral shampoo, nuzzling her nose into her hairline. Rio hums, tucked into Agatha so perfectly, like a puzzle piece.

After a moment, Agatha pulls back and looks down. "Stealing my clothes again?"

Rio smirks. "I look good in your stuff, you can't blame me."

Agatha hands travel down, gripping the flesh of her ass in her palms. She nods slowly in approval, eyes traveling back up her body until they meet Rio's. Rio watches her pupils expand, gaze darkening. Agatha moves in to take Rio's lips against hers again but Rio pulls back.

"Not so fast, daddy," she gives a toothy smile as she looks down her nose at Agatha. "You gotta work for it. Give me a show before I touch you."

Agatha scoffs, "You want me to fuck myself before you do?"

Rio nods, reaching back behind her to take Agatha's hands off her backside. Before Agatha can even attempt to grab her again, Rio's sat down in the chair. She gestures for Agatha to sit on the coffee table in front of her and pulls up her legs to get comfortable in her spot.

"You're fucking kidding me."

Rio keeps her smile still, arm wrapping around her knee as she hugs it to her chest. "I'd hit you with a play on words but I'd much rather watch you pull those pants down and play with your pussy for me."

Staring Rio down, Agatha's fingers pull at her belt. She flips the latch open, tugging it from the loops of her pants. Rio watches with laser focus, eyes glued to Agatha's hands as she works her pants off and lets them drop to the floor. She winks, thumbs hooking under her dark purple boxers before she drops those to the floor. She sits down on the edge of the solid wood coffee table and spreads her legs.

"This what you wanna see?" she asks, fingers traveling between her hip bones down to the lush pubic hair between her legs before slipping through her folds. "See how bad I need you?"

Rio nods, breath catching in her throat as she stares. The dark, coarse hair was damp, shining in the low light of the living room. Her own hand wanders down slowly from her knee toward the apex of her thighs. She presses into her clit through her clothes, grinding her hips into her hand as she whimpers. Agatha's eyebrows arches in silent question before she purses her lips.

"You like watching daddy touch herself?"

Rio nods, rolling her hips into her hand again. Agatha hisses as she rubs her clit with slow, torturous circles.

"Can't even control yourself, can you?"

Rio shakes her head, clenching around nothing and she groans in annoyance. Quickly, she stuffs her hand into the waistband of the boxers she stole from Agatha earlier and moans as she teases her entrance.

Agatha has to bite her lip to suppress her noises just from watching Rio across from her. Rio watches as Agatha sinks a finger into her cunt, forearm flexing to make sure she can be as deep as she can.

"Bet you wish this was you, huh?" Agatha goads. Rio whines, pushing a finger into herself and trying to match Agatha's pace. "Do you think you'll win this little game?"

Rio doesn't respond, eyes nearly fluttering closed before she widens them to force her focus to stay on Agatha. She sinks another finger inside of her cunt, curling them up. Agatha watches the fabric of her boxers on Rio rise with each thrust and she mewls out a soft cry. She cants her hips in a faster pace as she fucks herself, sitting across from Rio as her girlfriend does the same.

It's hot to watch your girlfriend lose herself in pleasure while you touch yourself, Agatha thinks. Almost scandalous despite being in the comfort of their own home.

Rio hisses while digging her fingernails into the soft cushion of the chair as she fucks herself, fighting off the looming orgasm as she stares forward. Agatha drags her fingers out slowly, spreading herself open with the other hand to show Rio her wet, pink pussy and what she was doing.

"I'm doing exactly as you said, mommy," Agatha fills herself with two fingers, rolling her hips into her palm, "I'm being so good for you."

Rio huffs through clenched teeth, swallowing a groan. The rides were turning, the power slipping from Rio as Agatha spurred her on. She slows herself down, knowing she was faster to cum than Agatha was.

"Oh don't do that, mommy," the way Agatha says the name now changed, like she weaponised it. Rio feels the weight of it in her chest and she snarls. "I thought you were going to fuck me after I fuck myself? Here you are, about to lose it just from watching me."

"Add another finger."

Agatha laughs, but obeys.

It takes a moment to fit the third finger inside of her. She pauses, trying to let her body get used to the stretch. Her eyes connect with Rio's as she looks up, teeth digging into the flesh of her lip.

"Full?" Rio asks, head cocked to the side as she pumps her fingers into her cunt slowly. "You got carried away with yourself, daddy. Forgot who was in charge."

Agatha wants to retort, to fire back with more but she bites her tongue as she fucks herself. Her toes curl into the carpet, hand gripping the edge of the coffee table as she fills herself with her own hand.

"Fuck," she mutters, praying silently Rio didn't catch it. "Fucking fuck."

Rio smirks, picking up her pace as she feels the orgasm building again. Agatha fights herself but the burn of the stretch from her fingers just adds fuel to the fire in her lower belly. She keeps going, wrist cramping from the shitty angle but she's too close to stop.

"Cum for me, Agatha."

The words were too comforting, wrapping around her with warmth as she does as she's told. She cums, hips rocking into her palm as she cries out Rio's name in a breathy whine. Rio tumbles after her, clenching around her fingers as she arches her back off the chair. She soaks through Agatha's boxers, coating her hand with herself.

She manages to gather herself quicker than anticipated, immediately standing on uncertain legs and pulling the ruined underwear from her body. She approaches Agatha, blissed out with her fingers buried inside of her. As Agatha's eyes open, her senses are filled with Rio all at once. The scent of her arousal mixed with her inherent floral aroma has Agatha throbbing for more.

Rio takes Agatha's wrist with her clean hand, tugging her digits free from her cunt. She raises the hand up to Agatha's mouth, stone faced. Agatha breathes in heavily, trying to regain composure before Rio slips the three fingers into her mouth for her.

"That's my good boy," Rio coos, other hand swirling the coarse curls between her legs between her fingers. "Do you think you could do that again for me?"

Agatha tries to press her thighs together but Rio's hand stops her. Her tongue curls around her fingers, slurping her cum from them as she can only nod.

"Good."

Rio easily fits her two fingers into Agatha's cunt, ones covered with her own slick. Agatha groans around her digits, muffled by her hand at the realization Rio was fucking her cum into her.

"You take me so well," Rio gasps, "Can you fit more?"

Agatha nods again, aching for whatever Rio could give her at this point. Rio slips a third finger into her and thrusts in deep. Agatha ruts into Rio's hand as her eyes roll into her head. Her own fingers fall from her lips as she wraps her arms around Rio's body to pull her in.

She buries her face into the stolen crewneck Rio wears, biting onto the fabric of it as she groans. Rio just smiles, thrusting in slow but keeping her fingers deep.

"What about a fourth?"

Agatha's eyes snap open. She knows Rio's fingers are thinner than hers, but she never tried four fingers before. Three of her own hand were nearly too much. She hesitates before Rio leans back to lock eyes with her.

"I know you can take it," she soothes her, "I wanna feel you stretch to fit me, I know you can."

Agatha can't find her words as Rio works her fingers into her. Her jaw drops just as Rio's pinky works into her with the other fingers. The noise she makes erupts from deep in her chest as she holds her head against Rio's torso, hands gripping desperately to her back.

"You feel that?" Rio slips every finger out before filling her again. Inch by inch, the sting of her walls stretching to fit Rio inside becomes addictive. "You're so good, you're taking all of it."

She's clenching around her fingers without a care in the world. The stimulation post orgasm leaving her ridiculously sensitive and having four of Rio's fingers buried to the knuckle inside of her was enough to have her cum again so quickly. She screams a jumbled mess of almost words, her chest heaving as she tries to gulp in breaths to fill shallow lungs.

Rio feels the rush of wetness and she moans, Agatha's cum coating her and spilling out from her pussy as she remains locked in her bliss. Rio keeps herself inside of Agatha, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm before she slumps fully into her.

She chuckles, removing each finger gently before she leaves Agatha empty and aching. Agatha grumbles, eyes blinking mismatched as she pulls herself up to look at Rio.

"You amaze me, babe."

Agatha just grunts again, forehead thunking into Rio's clothed chest. Rio drapes her arms over her shoulders to hold her close, rubbing up and down her spine.

"Remind me to clean the table later."

[bewilclerment]

I am so deeply sexually attracted to kathryn hahn it’s getting a little concerning

[secretsofthewilde]

🎶 I have always known, this road is cruel and wild.

I bury my own heart, here with you my child.

If one be gone, we carry on. But every mile I go.

With every bend, beyond the end,

Your mother loves you so 🎶

[galaxysharks]

I would like to point out that the Agatha+Billy vs Rio fight was the equivalent of a kitten pouncing on a blue whale power-wise.

Rio just also happens to be in a small form and can be yeeted.

[spaceoddy]

i lied. put your clothes back on. we're going to talk about how just because a piece of media doesn't give you your hyper-specific wants exactly how you want them exactly when you want them doesn't mean it's a bad piece of media

[nyoclosmom]

hear me out

(it's the agatha all along cast doing a 1 hour long asmr)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

i love whoever sent in the manager!agatha x actor!reader request because i've written over 1.1k words and there's no real sign of stopping just yet

[warningsine]

[lazyveran]

personally find it incredible that i haven't given a fuck about marvel for abt 6 years and then they go and make a gay witch show with two seasoned actors lezzing up every scene they're in and a little twink is the only guy in the cast. with ZERO cgi. and patti fucking lupone is there.

[the-night-puncher]

oh okay so i guess agatha all along is just not gonna stop, just fucking amazing episodes followed by amazing episode created specifically to make me cry and go insane

[evankinkley]

half the fandom believing agatha and rio are the main characters of AAA, while the show, press, interviews, cast and crew couldn't be more clear that the main characters are agatha and billy.