I Got the Job?

Role: Landed

What's new, another mommy issues fic, enjoy (:

TW: swearing, semi-toxic relationship, minor anxiety/ development of an oncoming panic attack, drug talk it's not in detail but it's enough to know what's going on.

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Y/N POV:

Dear Y/n,
We are happy to enlighten you with a successful audition for the role of Rosalia Maximoff in our new Marvel production. In this email you will receive an address, your schedule, your flight number, airline and time as well as your trailer number on the casting lot. We look forward to seeing you on set in the next few days and wish you safe travels.
Sincerely,
Ant & Joe.

View attached files.

Oh my god. I did it. I landed my role! What the ever loving fuck just happened!? My cheeks went red as a small smile broke out. I've been studying theatre for almost three years now and managed to do a few supporting roles in plays at my University and some local theatres but never in a million years did I think my audition would make it even past the first heat! The small smile vanished in an instant when I heard my boyfriend's keys jingle in the lock of our apartment.

We were renting it out but honestly it's like I live here by myself, he's either at a pub, dealing around with his mates or probably committing a felony. Yes it's fucked up but he still comes home, or well comes back to me most nights. He's not a bad guy, he's just lost and let's be real, aren't we all? "Rents due babe, it's your turn. Moneys tight for me this week" he grumbles as he walked straight past me into our bedroom.

It wasn't a big apartment, just a small studio in the outskirts of NYC. I gave him a silent look and huffed when I saw the amount, $1,130. Well fuck, we missed last weeks rent and asked if we could just pay it this week on top of the weekly rent but now I was regretting it. "Babe I don't have that much, I need some of your money as well, we skipped last week remember?" I sighed and took our our frozen meals from the freezer, tight budget I know.

"I'm fucking tight on money Y/n I'm not doing this weeks rent. I'll do the next two weeks when I've got people buying. Word is that someone's selling cheaper and stronger than us." He snapped as he came out of our room shirtless and in his boxers. I groaned annoyed and slammed the microwave shut. "Don't fucking snap at me, calm the hell down and watch your goddamn tone. You don't just get to come home from a call out and talk to me like that" I glared at his figure sitting on the couch. The familiar noise of scales and bags were the only sound in the room.

I hate it when he's in this mood. More often than not it end up being the start of an argument. He just flipped me off and grumbled a few words, I guess it's not time to tell him I landed my role. "By the way I fly out tomorrow for an acting job I landed" my voice was flat but deep down I was terrified of his reaction. "Who the fuck is gonna pay the bills babe. You know I can't pay it on my own!" He turned around and glared at me, his eyes completely blown. "Maybe if you stopped sniffing that shit you'd have more to sell" I narrowed my eyes and he scoffed, "Maybe if you took some you'd be less of a tight ass" he snarled back and continued bagging his piles.

The microwave beeped and I took out our meals, plating them up and handing one to him. "I'm gonna start packing" I left him in the couch and headed straight to our room, locking the door and held in a breath as I heard a frustrated slam of his hands on the coffee table. Okay time to pay rent and start packing.

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The sound of my alarm woke me up and a groan escaped my body as I rolled over to shut it off but scrunched up my face when I saw a sticky note on the alarm clock. "Got called out for a job, don't fuck up yours and have a safe flight" perfect way to start the morning. I took a sec to realise that from now on I won't be in here for 8 months and that really fucking made me panic. Oh god this place is going to be absolutely filthy when I get back. I'd be surprised if we won't be kicked out.

Unknown 7:03
Hey Y/n it's Lizzie from casting, management gave me your number cause we have the same flight. Hope that's alright! I'll see you at the airport!

Holy shit. Well fuck now I'm even more anxious.

Y/n 7:08
Hi Lizzie! That's not a problem at all, just grabbing the last essentials and I'll be there in 30!

Okay okay okay time to go holy shit. I did my morning routine and grabbed the last of every thing I needed. Chargers, phone, vapes, tooth brush, laptop, journal and headphones oh and ordered an Uber. Oh god it's really happening now. I took a shaky breath as had one last look at the room and the apartment as I headed out. It's only a 20 minute drive to the airport but I'm so anxious right now that I know it'll feel like an hour. Once the Uber driver pulled up I could literally feel my heartbeat and my chest pound. This is so stupidly stressful.

It didn't take long to get to the airport but man was I shaking hard. I'm about to meet a cast member and I'm literally about to have a panic attack what the hell. Thanking the Uber, I quickly texted Lizzie to let her know I was here and about to go check in.

Calm the fuck down.

Once everything was all checked and sorted, I made my way up to the gate and there she was standing at the window looking at the planes taking off. Imagine that, a celebrity taking photos of planes. Do I go up to her? Is she gonna think I'm crazy? What do I do. Oh my god I'm actually gonna die. "Lizzie?" I asked her quietly and nervously.

Well that was pathetic.

"Oh hey! I was wondering where you were- are you alright?" Her tone changed instantly when she saw my hands shake slightly. I flushed and looked away briefly and answered her. "Oh um yeah anxiety lmao I'm okay" I mumbled embarrassed but she just sent me a soft lopsided smile. "Honey it's fine, honestly I don't blame you airports are so stressful" she sighed as we sat down on some of the seats nearby. "Are you ready for Marvel?" She tried to lighten the mood but all I could think about was how bad my breathing was. Oh my god not here I swear to god if I have a panic attack I'll jump in front of a plane seriously.

"Uhm yeah just nervous about doing such a big role" I played with my rings and looked around the airport wildly. "Sweetheart breathe you're okay. I was like you when I first got the job and still do get nervous here and there but from what I've heard from the Russo's you'll be brilliant" she offered a warm smile and gave my shaky hands a reassuring squeeze. If I can at least get it under control until the plane takes off that's all I need. Taking off is even worse of a panic. "We're staring to board soon, did you need anything before we get on or are you okay" she asked softly but all she got was a small shake of the head.

Could this be any more embarrassing holy shit.