Red Carpet Chaos
Pairing: Aaron pierre x co-star!reader c Kelvin Harrison Jr.
Summary: Red carpet banters and after party crash outs.
A/n: Yayayayayay huge Aaron x reader incoming I love this very much :P
The three of you had one job—walk the red carpet, answer a few questions, and look good while doing it.
Easy, right? Wrong.
Because you, Aaron Pierre, and Kelvin Harrison Jr. together were a recipe for disaster.
And unfortunately for the event organizers, the cameras were rolling.
Round One: The Photo Op
It started out simple enough. You were standing between Aaron and Kelvin, smiling for the cameras, when you suddenly felt Kelvin’s hand creeping onto your shoulder.
“Kelvin, what are you doing?” you asked out of the corner of your mouth.
He grinned. “Enhancing the pose.”
Aaron glanced down at Kelvin’s hand, then casually reached over and yanked it off.
Kelvin gasped. “EXCUSE ME.”
Aaron smirked. “Nah.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “Can we act normal for five seconds?”
Kelvin scoffed. “We’re giving them content.”
Aaron just shrugged. “They should be thanking us.”
Round Two: The Interviews
The first interviewer smiled brightly, clearly excited to talk to you. “So! You three have amazing chemistry—”
Kelvin threw an arm around you. “We’re a package deal.”
Aaron nodded, casually prying Kelvin off you again. “Some of us more than others.”
Kelvin gasped, clutching his chest. “Did y’all hear that? He’s threatened by me.”
Aaron chuckled, voice to smooth.“No threats. Just… facts.”
You groaned, turning to the interviewer. “This is what I deal with every day.”
The interviewer was thrilled. “Okay, but who’s the biggest diva?”
You, Aaron, and Kelvin all pointed at each other.
Kelvin laughed. “Look at that. Democracy at work.”
Aaron scoffed. “Nah, let’s be real. It’s Kelvin.”
You nodded. “Absolutely Kelvin.”
Kelvin gasped dramatically. “ME? Y’all, don’t listen to them. I am humble.I am low-maintenance.”
Aaron deadpanned. “You had a hair and makeup team in your trailer for three hours.”
Kelvin pouted. “So I like to look good. Sue me.”
The interviewer laughed. “Okay, okay—who takes the longest to get ready?”
You immediately turned to Aaron.
Kelvin grinned. “Oh, 100% Aaron.”
Aaron looked offended. “No way. Not possible.”
Kelvin nodded sagely. “Bro, you be in the mirror for an hour. Talking about ‘lighting angles.’”
Aaron scoffed. “I respect the craft.”
Kelvin smirked. “A mirror selfie is a craft?”
Aaron crossed his arms. “If I do it, yes.”
You let out a dramatic sigh. “I need new co-stars.”
The interviewer laughed. “You three are so much fun.”
Kelvin grinned. “We try.”
Aaron grinned. “Naturally.”
Now, you were at the afterparty, and somehow, things had only gotten worse.
The venue was gorgeous —moody lighting, high ceilings, and a DJ spinning smooth, vibey tracks. Celebrities mingled, drinks flowed, and the air buzzed with post-premiere excitement.
And you? You were stuck between chaos and destruction.
Kelvin nudged you at the bar, grinning. “You trust me?”
You squinted. “Not at all.”
He gasped dramatically. “Wow. After everything?”
Aaron, standing way too close on your other side, scoffed. “You’re literally an agent of chaos.”
Kelvin put a hand over his heart. “That is so unfair. I am a wholesome individual.”
Aaron gave him a long, unimpressed stare.
Kelvin waved him off. “Whatever, y’all are boring. Let’s do shots.”
You sighed. “Kelvin—”
But it was too late. He was already ordering.
Aaron leaned in, voice low. “You know he’s gonna try to sabotage you, right?”
You smirked. “Obviously.”
Aaron tilted his head slightly, like he was assessing you. Then he grinned. “Think you can outplay him?”
Your smirk widened. “Watch me.”
Kelvin returned with three shots. One for him. One for you. One for Aaron.
Except you knew better.
So when Kelvin handed you your glass, you didn’t drink it. Instead, you slid it across the bar and swapped it with his.
Kelvin blinked. “Wait—”
Too late. You knocked it back smoothly.
Kelvin gasped. “YOU SNAKE.”
Aaron let out a low chuckle, watching. “That was smooth.”
You shrugged, pretending to examine your nails. “Some of us have survival skills.”
Kelvin was stunned. “I—I can’t believe this. I was gonna betray you, and you betrayed me first.”
Aaron smirked. “Outplayed.”
Kelvin groaned. “I need new friends.”
After drinks, the energy shifted. The music picked up, the lights dimmed, and people started moving toward the dance floor.
And somehow, you ended up there too.
At first, it was just you and Kelvin, goofing off and hyping each other up. But then, Aaron appeared.
And that’s when things got… interesting.
Kelvin twirled you dramatically. “You are the moment.”
You laughed. “Obviously.”
But then you turned—and Aaron was right there. And when you say right there, you mean right there.
He smirked slightly. “Having fun?”
Your breath caught. Maybe it was the dim lights. Maybe it was the cocky way he was watching you. Or maybe it was just Aaron Pierre being Aaron Pierre.
Either way, you felt a shift.
Kelvin immediately clocked it.
“Ohhh, this is spicy,” he muttered, stepping back. “Lemme just…”
And then he was gone.
You barely had time to react before Aaron leaned in slightly. Not touching you—just close enough to feel it.
“You still think I’m not in the running?” he murmured.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
But you weren’t going down easy.
So you smiled sweetly, tilting your head. “Are you applying?”
Aaron chuckled. Low. Deep. Dangerous.
“You tell me.”
And just like that—
You were in trouble. Because Aaron Pierre wasn’t just flirting anymore. No, this was different.
He wasn’t cracking jokes. He wasn’t throwing playful jabs.
He was looking at you like he had already won.
And you?
You weren’t sure if you were about to fight or fold.
The tension was too much, so you did the only logical thing (at least to you)— you turned on your heel and walked away.
Kelvin reappeared immediately. “Ohhh, you’re running.”
You scoffed. “I am not running.”
Kelvin smirked. “Then why are you speed-walking like you just saw your ex?”
You opened your mouth—then shut it, because damn it, he was right.
Kelvin grinned. “Just admit it. You’re scared.”
You huffed. “Of what?”
Kelvin pointed. “Him.”
And when you turned—
Aaron was right there.
You swore he had teleportation powers because how the hell did he move that fast?
Kelvin held up his hands. “Welp. My work here is done.”
And then that traitor left.
Aaron was too calm. Too relaxed. Like he knew something you didn’t.
“You ran,” he said simply.
You scoffed. “I walked.”
He tilted his head. “Fast.”
You crossed your arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. Then, before you could react, he took a step closer—just enough that the noise of the party faded into the background.
“You gonna keep dodging?” he murmured.
Your throat went dry.
You had two options:
1) Keep pretending nothing was happening.
2) Acknowledge the very obvious tension.
Unfortunately for you, Aaron wasn’t giving you the first option anymore.
So you lifted your chin. “You’re feeling bold tonight.”
Aaron hummed. “And?”
You narrowed your eyes. “And… what do you want?”
Aaron leaned in slightly, voice low and deliberate.
“An answer.”
Your breath hitched. “To what?”
Aaron’s gaze dropped to your lips. Just for a second. But you noticed.
And suddenly, the entire world felt too small.
You were seconds from saying something reckless. From maybe making a choice you couldn’t take back.
And then—
“YO, SHOTS ROUND TWO?”
Kelvin barreled back into the moment like an agent of destruction.
You and Aaron immediately stepped apart.
Kelvin frowned. “Oh. Did I interrupt something?”
Aaron sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Yes, Kelvin.”
Kelvin blinked. “Oh. My bad.”
Beat.
“…So that’s a no on the shots?”
You groaned. Aaron looked to the sky for patience. And Kelvin? Kelvin just grinned.
Because one way or another—
This wasn’t over.
Kelvin had horrible timing.
Because the second he popped up, whatever was about to happen between you and Aaron got cut short.
And Aaron? Oh, he was not happy about it.
Kelvin was still standing there, blinking between the two of you like an oblivious menace.
Aaron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kelvin.”
Kelvin grinned. “Yes, my dear friend?”
Aaron gave him a look. The kind that said leave.
Kelvin gasped dramatically. “Oh, am I in the way?”
You groaned. “Kelvin—”
Kelvin clapped his hands. “WELL. Y’all have fun. I’m gonna—” He gestured vaguely toward the bar. “Yeah.”
And then he disappeared again. Which left you and Aaron… alone.
Again.
Aaron exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I swear to God, that man’s a walking interruption.”
You smirked. “It’s his love language.”
Aaron chuckled, but there was something else in his expression. Something unresolved. Something determined. And then—before you could even process it— Aaron grabbed your hand and started walking.
You barely had time to react as Aaron led you through the crowd, weaving past oblivious partygoers until you were in a quieter corner of the venue.
The music was still loud, but the crowd had thinned, giving you at least a little space.
And then—
Aaron turned to face you. And you knew. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a bit.
This was real.
“Aaron—”
“I’m not letting you dodge this time,” he said, voice low and firm.
You swallowed.
The way he was looking at you? Way too intense.
And yet—you didn’t move.
Didn’t pull away.
Didn’t try to escape this time.
Aaron tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping just for a second.
“You gonna keep running?”
You inhaled sharply. “I never ran.”
Aaron smirked. “Mmm. You sure?”
Your pulse was going crazy. But you weren’t backing down.
So you tilted your chin up, giving him your best smirk. “You’re awfully confident.”
Aaron hummed. “I have a reason to be.”
You raised a brow. “Oh?”
And then—
He took one more step closer.
Your breath caught.
Because now?
There was no space left.
Aaron watched you carefully, like he was waiting.
Waiting for you to push him away.
Waiting for you to say no.
But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
So he leaned in—
Slow. Deliberate. Giving you time to stop him.
And when you didn’t—
He kissed you.
And the whole world stopped.
It was just you and Aaron Pierre. And damn.The man could kiss.
Warm, slow, intentional. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Like he’d been waiting for this.
Like he wasn’t in a rush—because he had all the time in the world.
By the time you pulled back, you were breathless. You blinked up at him, still catching up.
Aaron just smirked. “Still think I’m not in the running?”
You exhaled a shaky breath. “Shut up.”
Aaron chuckled, brushing his thumb over your jaw. “Nah. I like hearing you admit it.”
You groaned. “I hate you.”
Aaron grinned. “No, you don’t.”
And the worst part?
He was absolutely right.
From across the room Kelvin spotted you two. Saw the kiss. Saw the way you were still standing way too close. And his eyes went wide.
“Oh, HELL YEAH.”
The entire party was about to hear about this.
But right now? You didn’t care.
Because Aaron Pierre had made his move. And you were all in for it.
A/n: How tight me and bro locked in
This is lowkey a mini series 😼
