hayden christensen x actress!reader
warnings: jealous hayden, posessive themes, heavy kissing. fluff. bits of angst. this is slightly written like a wattpad fanfic. read this back and got ptsd to my old hunger games works from like 2016. so keep that in mind
you were so thrilled to be filming a movie you thought had good potential. the directors were good, the budget was high, and your costars were just as amazing. hayden christensen being one of them. you could lie and say he wasn't someone you spent a good bit of time looking at every day, but that would be bullshit.
the premise of the movie had you in some love triangle- one you were on the fence about because of how it really portrayed your character, but in the end, you liked the concept enough to agree. they had you shooting a scene with the other male actor today, a more intimate scene. your chemistry with him was acceptable, you would think. he was a good actor, but you didn't find much time to talk to him offset.
on the other hand, you did have time to talk to hayden. or, you made time. you're sure he noticed, but he didn't point it out if he did. you wouldn't linger for too long, sometimes he would recieve a call and pick it up, telling you he's 'sorry' and 'hold on one moment', and answer with,
to which you weren't really in the mood to listen to him talk to his girlfriend, so you would wave your hand and leave.
as you make your way on set, your partner today greets you.
"hey! looking forward to today?"
you shrug with a smile. "shouldn't be too bad, right? just act like i'm the best woman you've ever met." you tease.
it earns a grin out of him. "no problem. shouldn't be too hard."
you almost make a face in confusion, but brush it off. could be an attempt at a nice compliment, so you keep walking. you notice hayden is standing off to the side on set, which is strange, since he's not in any scene today. you veer away to stroll up to him, his posture rigid and his lips twisted into a tight expression.
"hayden! what are you doing here? you don't film today?"
"ah." he clears his throat. "they wanted me to get a grasp on the scene before i shoot tomorrow. to get an understanding on what i'm going into."
you nod. "well, let me know if i need to fix anything!" you toss out playfully, but he doesn't seem to reciprocate the same energy. you bite your lip and turn, confused by his cold demeanor towards you. considering it could be anything else, maybe it's not you, you try and brush it off.
the scene starts in a position you've only ever been in with a boyfriend, your costar hovering over you, his head dipped down touching your forehead, lips almost touching yours. it's awkward for sure, knowing how many people are watching the scene play out.
they hadn't called yet, and the position was getting uncomfortable. at least for you.
"gosh take me on a date first." you whisper.
your eyes go wide. "oh, no-"
the director calls action and his lips hit yours. it's uncomfortable now, knowing his admission, but you play into the scene.
again. and again. you're bored.
and you notice hayden has disappeared. you wonder how long he's been gone. maybe he understood the scene and they let him go. or he had to call his girlfriend. you inwardly sigh just as you have to run the scene for the millionth time. your lips are getting puffy, you're starting to feel that even your costar is bored of this- despite him being very much more into it for the first 20 times than you were.
finally. finally- your director calls it a day and tells you to head out. all you'd really been doing is kissing, but you're tired and want to go to sleep. slightly weirded out at that, even though never bringing it up again would be the best option. so you walk a little faster and grab your things to make sure you don't end up walking out at the same time, heading to your trailer. you pause seeing haydens, his light still on. it couldn't hurt to ask what he thought. after all, he films with you tomorrow. which, you were definitely more excited for.
your fist raps against the metal door, echoing in the night air. you hear some shuffling, before he opens the door. you have to stop yourself from gaping at the sight of him. his blonde curls are a little messy- as if he's been laying in bed. shirtless. and in pajama pants. you feel your cheeks tinge pink.
"hey." he says, his voice still somewhat devoid of emotion.
"hey!" you try and make up for it, feeling your energy drop a little, still confused. "um, i was just wondering what you thought about the scene today. since we shoot together tomorrow." his face doesn't change, so you inhale, trying to find more words to fill the space. "welcome to any feedback!"
"seemed a little intense."
you purse your lips. "oh, i mean, i don't know. i didn't really think it was that good."
you cock your head in confusion. "i mean yeah, i guess. he was defintely into it." a small laugh. "i guess that's all you can ask for as a director, right?"
"right," he mutters. "well if you don't mind, i'm gonna get some sleep."
"yeah! yeah. no of course. sorry." you stammer. "i'll see you tomorrow." he closes the door and you walk away. you can't understand why he's being cold, icing you out all of the sudden. you didn't want to go as far to say you liked hayden, since you always had to avoid the topic of him having a girlfriend and such. but if it really came down to it... a tear slipped from your eye, causing you to bat at it roughly. you would not cry over this.
the following morning you dreaded going to shoot, knowing the way hayden was the day before. you almost were dragging yourself to set, thinking of every possible way to handle him probably not wanting to kiss you.
his stare devoured you when you arrived. there wasn't a readable emotion to it, but it wasn't leaving you. you cast your eyes away, feeling uncomfortable based on the past few interactions.
hair and makeup took longer today, which felt even worse leaving you in your thoughts. you could scream.
you met him a few hours later, on the set of a scene outside of an alley. you didn't say anything as you met his eyes. emotions were fighting in your mind, between hurt and attraction, and you didn't know what to choose.
he took a step towards you as the director and camera crew took places. he leans into your ear, lips brushing your lobe.
"i'm going to make sure you're kissed the way you should be."
you don't have time to register his words before the scene starts and hayden has a hand on your hip and the other pressed against the fake wall behind you. his lips are moving against yours, almost like a caress. your body feels warm- you can tell he wants more but it would break the line for what you're shooting. his grip is tight on your hip, as if he's controlling himself that way.
you don't think you can do multiple scenes of this without needing him to take you somewhere more private. you're buzzing, barely keeping yourself upright. the director stops the scene, which you barely hear. through a haze he tells you it was perfect, best first shot he's got in a while. he needs hayden for a few more scenes, but you can go.
you mindlessly make your way to your trailer, in a daze. maybe it was just for the camera. after all, your kiss yesterday didn't mean anything. maybe it just meant something to you because you like him. you sat on your couch, staring into nothing, replaying the brief sentence he muttered into your ear. surely, you misheard him. though, you're not sure what else that could've translated to.
you don't know how long you sit there staring at the wall for. the thought of a drink warps your mind, making you stand. the bitter taste of alcohol wouldn't be so bad right now. making your way out the trailer, you open the door and jump at the sight at of hayden with his fist raised, ready to knock, you assumed.
"no problem." you say, heart still beating rapidly from the surprise.
"didn't mean to catch you on your way out."
his voice drops again, as if he's about to turn away.
"no, no. come in. i, um, was just going to go for a drink."
a narrow of his eyes, but he bites back whatever he was about to say and steps into your trailer. he's much taller than you. you never fully notice until you're around him, but he seems to tower over you right now. you cock your head back to look at him, nerves bubbling in your body. it all seems odd to you. hayden's behavior, it's never been so distant and strange. he's never been anything other than relaxed and agreeable, especially with you. as you look at him, you're trying to rack your brain of something you could've done to upset him, but come up empty.
"sorry if the kiss was too much today-" you begin, because maybe it's his girlfriend and you overstepped.
"yeah, i uh, didn't mean for it to be like that."
"but you meant for yesterdays to be that way."
"what? no. that's not what i'm saying. i just didn't-"
he cuts you off again. "what's going on between you two?"
"what?" you ask again. your mind is racing, nothing seems to make sense. was your costar telling people things about you? you make a face at the thought, furrowing your eyebrows.
hayden runs a hand across his face. "just answer."
"no, i don't know why you're even putting that out there." you throw your arms up in exasperation. being interrogated like this was testing you, especially when you were already being thrown around with haydens behavior. "if anything, sure maybe he likes me but i think his hair is too greasy." you shrug at the thought.
"so why is the kiss too much?" his eyes are locked into yours, dark, a look you haven't seen before. it makes you shiver.
"the one you're always taking calls for." you make a 'duh' gesture.
he rolls his eyes. "my daughter."
you blush. "oh. well, um, you're a good dad!" you squeak out.
he steps towards you, tilting your chin up towards him. "i don't like seeing you kiss other people. i was lucky enough to learn that yesterday," he leans down, his lips hovering over yours. "we're going to make sure i'm the only one who gets to do that, yeah?"
your heart is in your throat. jealousy. he was jealous.
"yes." your voice barely audible. his lips crash onto yours. he pushes you closer towards him, against his body. your hands are tangled in his hair, as being this close almost doesn't feel enough, you don't want to ever stop.
except you do pull away and cross your arms. "can you not be mean to me next time you're jealous of a man i don't even like."
he takes a seat on your couch, leaving you standing with your face scrunched in front of him. "that is my fault. thought i'd lost my chance and i wanted to distance myself. now come here."
you sit on his lap, his hands resting on your hips. "i don't like that excuse." you huff.
"how 'bout i make it up to you?"
you bite back a smile. "try you may."
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