American beauty - Nessa Barrett
Lucy Spiller x fem celeb reader.
Summary: reader hosts a surprise party for Lucy.
Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking, anxiety , light flirting.
A/N: there is quite a bit of backstory before the main plot. Also never knew tumblr would completely take away all the italics and formatting?! I'm also aware this is low-key rubbish I was half asleep writing this.
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“You gave me this life so take what you’d like..”
It was early morning at your place, the sun starting to shine through the slightly tinted windows, you were curled up in fetal position blanket pulled up over your head as you began to stir. Gradually you began to sit up and stretch, the rays of sun hit your skin and started to warm you to the world. turning your head to look at your phone on your bedside table you saw the time and date. Shit it’s the 25th and barely 7 am. You’re supposed to be having a surprise party for the one and only Lucy Spiller. God— that womans’ reputation was interesting to say the very least, and she was hot.
The thought of hosting an entire party for her was possibly the most anxiety inducing thing you could think of. It wasn’t even your idea, all you wanted was something to say thank you to her. Your agent Lizabelle brought it up once as what you thought was a light suggestion a few weeks ago but never did you think she would take your clearly uninterested smile and slight nod as a ‘100% yes let’s do this asap!’ The next thing you know you’d just finished an interview and when you get back to the car Liz is saying that she’s got a date that Lucy is available to come over. When you first heard you could’ve sworn your eyes went wide enough to fall out of your skull. Knowing Lucy she would just use as a way to get dirt. She’s scarily strategic about it too. To avoid as much stress as possible you hired some party planners and a venue gave them a colour scheme to work with and probably more money than you should’ve. Lizabelle was absolutely ecstatic about it so undoubtedly you left her in charge with most of the stuff there.
It’s now midday and you’re in the mall quite deep in thought about Lucy when suddenly you heard your name being yelled— Y/N!!! Y/N!!! It was a fan, I really hope you aren’t one of those ones who are sick and obsessed you thought to yourself. You looked at them and walked over to them:
“Hello to you too.” You smiled and waved. They held out their phone to you clearly indicating they wanted a selfie or some kind of photo. Accepting this you stood next to them and positioned the phone so both of your faces were in the frame. After taking a few different pictures you handed it back and said “it was a pleasure.” Giving them one last smile you walked away continuing your stroll through the floors of the building.
“I was thinking maybe a small speech for Lucy at the party later?” Your assistant Karia suggested. It was almost as if she’d been waiting for you to say something so she could avoid the weight of talking first.
“Sure why not what were you thinking?” It came out rude and for more blunt than you would’ve hoped.
“Sorry that sounded-“ You put a hand on her shoulder and nodded your head.
“It’s okay, i was thinking of something like this.” She said almost excitedly handing you a folded piece of paper. You opened it and started skimming through it.
Thank you for giving me all this— you’re incredible despite your… controversial ways— I’m yours…
you weren’t paying much attention to the whole thing . Those words just stood out to you.
“You make it sound like I’m in love with her.” You chuckled.
“Oh?” Karia frowned slightly.
“No no it’s fine I’ll definitely read it.. let’s just hope she doesn’t take it as a new headline. ‘Famous star Y/N L/N confessed to being in love with magazine editor Lucy Spiller at party’.” You laughed a little more sincerely now.
“Well okay..” Karia said looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Come on, let’s get back to the venue and help prepare.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulder while looking up at her.
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It’s now 7:30pm. Party time, you’re in a mini cut out halter neck dress that’s purple and silver and your makeup is fairly dark with a few highlights here and there. A few bits of jewellery to complete the look. The atmosphere is glittery with red and black decor, the tables set with a black lace cloth bottles of wine and red tinted drinking glasses. You were sitting next to the stage on a wooden box. It was hidden away which you liked you weren’t on display like you always were. Even though it was quite literally what you signed up for… What you asked for. To be constantly put in the spotlight. . Guests were starting to arrive, you were starting to get a little anxious, fucking hell what are you even scared for? You questioned yourself. Without putting much thought into it you went into your bag and pulled out a cigarette and lighter; but before you could light it Karia called you. “Y/N Lucy’s here.” Oh great just great—
“Okay I’ll be up in a minute” you looked at her, your eyes slightly glossy.
You cleared your throat and stood up, straightening your dress down.
“Let’s get this party started then shall we?” You made an attempt at humour despite the clear tremor in your voice.
“Yeahh..?” She looked concerned but you didn’t give her the chance to ask further questions.
“Okay— where’s the paper with the speech on it?.” Your hands flying in the air slightly.
“Oh it’s here.” Karia frantically searched her pockets and bag. Once she had found the crumpled paper she handed it to you.
“Thank you” You gave her a little Pat on the shoulder and smiled. Clearly ingenuine.
Turning around you used the box you were sitting on to climb onto the stage. Your eyes skimming over the paper again go get a brief idea on what to say. Your heels made a clippy sound that caught a few people’s attention amongst the indistinct chatter. Looking around you could see Lucy at one of the tables, she was wearing a red silk dress possibly the most mesmerising dress you’d ever seen. Her hair was styled in large curls that flowed backwards, her eyeshadow and lipgloss shimmering slightly in the light. Picking up the microphone from the stand you cleared your throat again and began.
“Good evening to you all and thank you for coming. I put this party together as a thank you for the wonderful woman who helped my dreams come true.” Already a lie in the first sentence of this speech, really?
“Lucy. Lucy Spiller, I’m sure anyone in this industry will tell you the various prices that you’ll pay are a shame yet how significant she is and how her works change lives for better or for worse… how controversial she can be at times. It’s an absolute privilege to be a part of it all and I owe it all to her. So once again, thank you endlessly Lucy.” Some of the words felt bitter on your tongue, it was definitely a privilege but certainly not an absolute one. Part of it was hell, you could swear that at times Lucy could taste the tears that fell from your eyes as you cried and begged her to do something because of another rumour about you. How you were described as an American beauty. How the media loved to abuse you. It was fucking crazy. it’s almost just almost obvious you didn’t write or organise this. Either way people were clapping and drinking so it couldn’tve been all that bad. You put the microphone back on the stand and walked back towards the wooden box, as you climbed down you saw Lucy standing there with a smirk on her face.
“Quite a show.” She said.
“I know.” You sighed.
“You look nice.. that dress is slutty.” She replied while gesturing to you.
“You really have a way of complimenting people don’t you?” You chuckled slightly while finally making eye contact with her and sitting down. She was absolutely stunning.
“Lucy?” You asked.
“Mhm” she nodded, sitting on the box next to you.
“This wasn’t— my idea. I wanted to do something to show my appreciation for the article you wrote about me and how famous it got and how everything just dominoed from there. A party was the last thing I wanted.” You fiddled with your rings while looking all over her face.
She laughed.
“I know. This whole thing has liz and Karias name all over it, besides I can see the paper in your hand. Although thank you I do appreciate the credit you give me for giving you this life.” she gently put her hand on your shoulder.
“You should really take what you like. Whatever it is you want from me I’ll give. I owe it all to you” you bit your lip slightly, it was an unintentional yet flirty gesture.
“You know what I want. It’s the same thing I always want.” She looked at your lips and shifted closer to you. Her face was next to your ear now. Oh. My gosh. You suddenly felt.. tingly.
“Dirt. It’s always dirt that I want and you know that.” She whispered, her hand coming to rest on your knee.
“I- I can give you that, I have been giving you that.” You stammered trying to compose yourself. Her perfume was strong the smell of vanilla and roses flooding your nostrils.
“That’s all I ask of you to continue. We both also know this party is perfect for getting just that. ” Her words were almost inaudible.
“Mhm..” you hummed.
“Well then, see you next week Tuesday in my office 10am sharp.” She smirked again. You knew how this would end… more of your soul being sold.
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