Aubrey Plaza one shots | AgathaxRio | Agatha all along

Aubrey x f reader

I wander around the kitchen, setting up pyramids of shot glasses, tableclothes with neatly arranged bowls of snacks, setting up a playlist through the speakers. I am waiting for my friends to get to my house. I'm throwing a party to celebrate the last day of filming the new movie I've been working on and all of my favourite people are coming. As a 21 year old many of the actors I work with are nice to me, they all treat me like I'm a baby but thats okay because the compromise is I get cut a lot of slack, that comes in handy.

As I hear the first knock at the door I practically skip with excitement to answer it. At the back of my mind there is a niggling feeling of who I want to be standing the other side of that door. Just so that we get five or so minutes of alone time before the others arrive. It's a feeling I've been trying to surpress for most of the filming. I can't imagine it bodes well to be in in love with a well-known actress nearly twice my age.

As I fling open the door my heart sinks a little, a stupid, selfish thought. I hope it doesn't show on my face. Florence Pugh is the face behind the door. I greet her with an excited smie and hug her. She hands me a lovely looking bottle of prossecco.

"Celebrations for later!" She winks as I take the bottle.

"Honestly you shouldn't have! I'm very well stocked, come in!"

Flo trapses around the kitchen picking up the nibbles and stuffing them into her mouth. 

After a while the kitchen is mostly full with everyone from the set from directors to actors but still there is no sign of 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

After a while I get bored of getting up every other minute to answer the door, so I just leave it unlocked. Probably the number one thing you shouldn't do with a house full of celebrities but oh well. As I'm huddled in a group with Lizzie Olsen, Flo Pugh, Andrew Garfield and Scarlett Johanson, two people stand on the kitchen table nearly slipping. They stand there each with a bottle of God knows what in hand shotting straight out the bottle. 'Great' I think to myself. I walk out the room into the living room where things are just a little bit quiter. My hear flutters and skips a beat as I glance over to the far corner where Aubrey Plaza is chatting with our director. I down the half glass of fizz that was in my glass for a bit of dutch courage and waltz up to her.

"Hey you." She greets me in a different tone than the others did. The girly, excitable tone wasn't there and in its place was a more sincere one.

"Hey, Aubrey. I haven't seen you yet."

"Ah no. I haven't been in your kitchen yet. I feel like you have to be drunk to enter there." She giggles.

"Ah well you possibly have a point. I've just witnessed two people chugging straight vodka from the bottle."

"God that makes me feel sick just thinking about it." I laugh with her and suddenly realise I've been so hung up on Aubrey, I haven't even acknowledged my director. I try and play it off by turning my body towards Sam to see he was laughing too. 

"Just you wait. I've heard no one does leaving parties like Aubrey does. Give her an hour and I reckon she'll be joining them, wasted on the kitchen table." I mention to him at an attempt to bring him into conversation. He's always been the awkward one, joins in on listening to the conversation but never contributes. Creeps me out a little if you ask me.

"Come on." "Let's get in there, it's way to tame in here!" I grab Aubrey by the wrists and lead her into the kitchen. She's greeted with excited squeals by the group I was with before, greeting them all with pecks on the cheeks and shallow hugs.

"Hey guys!" She greets everyone, the usual high pitched voice back. 'Strange' I think, 'why was my greeting so different?'

A few drinking games later a larger collection of people gather in a circle on the couches in the living room. We go round in circles doing truth or shot. I don't pay much attention to anything but the way Aubrey's face lights up when some canny secret is revealed or when someone has a hillarious reaction to the shot. Her eyes snap to mine and a feeling of embarrasment washes over me, my cheeks are flushed red yet I don't take my eyes off her. The mixes of alcohols have gotten to me and given me some new level courage. I sit there opposite her excanging glances and biting my lip. Shortly after I pick up my champagne flute and stalk out of the room I walk slowly at first ensuring she has every opportunity to follow. I walk up the stairs and patter into my own room, perching on the bed, wine glass still in hand.

Moments later I hear the door open and sofly shut again. She stands there her back against the door, fiddling with the lock. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

The excitement builds inside of me but I keep the calm, seductive look on my face. She walks up to me standing so our legs are interlinked, she gently grasps my face pulling it towards her. I can hear my own breath grow quicker in anticipation, the beat of my heart grow more erratic. Still no words are said.

She stoops her head and presses her lips against my neck, I draw a sharp inhale in and I can feel her lips curve into a smile with pride. She leans her forehead against mine and I let my eyes flutter closed. My hands work there way into the bed grabbing fistfulls of duvet.

"Touch me baby." She whispers guiding my hands to her own waist. She leaves gentle kisses against my lips and I kiss her back. She snatches a handfull of my hair and deepens the kiss. I part my lips slightly, allowing her to slip her tongue into my mouth. 'God I have wanted this for so long.' 'My heart beats rapidly for her longing for this moment to never end. She slopes her body down me, taking a seat on my lap. She pushes her weight forward, forcing me to fall onto my back. She follows, pushing herself up with one hand, the other carressing my face. She pulls away from the kiss and stares deep into my eyes. Butterflies flutter around my stomach. I reach my hand up to her face, scooping the hair to one side. Her hair is silky and perfectly styled, straight with subtle flicks at the bottom, chique and sexy. I run my hand through it.

"I've wanted you like this for so long." She admits and my body feels ten times lighter. I try to respond but my words are a choked mess. She giggles at my attempt and gently kisses me again. She stands back up and her hands fiddle with the clasp at the back of her deep red dress, she slides it off her body leaving her standing infront of me in her lacy underwear the same colour to match her dress. My breath hitches in my throat and I feel my thighs squeeze together. I push myself up, copying her actions. Her hands find their way to my waist, I wrap my arms around her neck, looking up at her due to the height difference. She lifts me up and spins me round, pressing my back into the wall. My legs tangle around her and I start kissing down her face, cheek and neck. She throws her head back as I suck at a soft patch near her collar bone. Endorphines rush through me. I watch her as I glide my fingertips through her hair, massaging her head. Her eyes remain closed, her lips parted. 

We both jump at a knock on the door, Aubrey releases me and I scurry around, lifting my dress over my head.

"Y/N?" Scarlett calls.

"Uhh, yeah?" I respond still trying to sip your dress back up.

"Are you okay in there?" 

"Yep, why?"

"You've been gone a while, I was just coming up to check on you." 

"Ohh haha yeah I had... Uh, a headache." I lie obviously.

"Righttt." Scarlett responds, clearly not buying it. "Come out when you're feeling better. Lizzie's hammered and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. So, when you're ready."

"Oh okay. Umm yep, coming." I glance to Aubrey who nods and hides around the corner of the wardrobe.

I step out, and give a smile to scarlett. She returns it with a snigger and a shake of the head as she pulls the zip up the other side of the dress. My cheeks flush red and I bite my lip with embarrasement. 

"You two are like teenagers." Scarlett laughs. I try and shoot her a confused glance as if denying the fact there were two of us. She nods her head to the wardrobe where an ankle and a poke of a shoulder blade sticks out. I shake my head and laugh.

"Aubrey you've been caught." Scarlett calls to her. She steps out stooping her head with laughter and embarrasement. 

"But how did you know it was me?" She got out between the boughts of laughter.

"Oh, you two are so naive. Don't you think the whole party hasn't noticed the sectret glaces you cast each other." "Sweet, yes. Subtle, no."

She continues giggling at you as you both follow her down the stairs.

"Please don't announce it or anything the second we enter the room." I beg her.

"HA!" She shouts. "Trust me it doesn't need announcing. The childish, sheepish looks on your faces will say it all."