≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: when you become friends with Skye Riley and watch her grow into the pop star she is, that unfortunately means you get a front row seat into her demise.
warning/s: mentions of substance abuse, injury and death.
author's note: okay so this was like long awaited on tumblr lol so if anyone follows me there, sorry for the wait! i started writing it but it just kept getting longer so now it's 3 parts 😂
a few things to note - the smile demon thing doesn't exist, it's just a story about her bc why not. Also her friend Gemma (?) also doesn't exist bc i couldn't think of a way to include her in the story lol
okay that's it, enjoy!!
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The thing with Skye Riley was she was always so full of hope and passion and optimism for her craft. From the very first day we met, I knew she would become something special to so many people out there. I just never intended for her to become something special to me.
She was just starting out, some rising star doing a performance for a local TV station in the city. I didn't even know who she was, never having heard of nor seen her before. The reason I was at the station was because it was another one of my odd behind-the-scenes photography jobs I'd landed, fresh out of university at twenty-two years old.
I was messing with my camera near the snacks table when I felt a presence and looked up to see her grabbing some grapes from the fruit bowl. She didn't notice me at first, but I definitely did a double take, not knowing she was the talent at first, but thinking how pretty this girl was. She must have felt my gaze as she looked up and flashed me a picture-perfect smile, almost making me melt there and then.
"Hey," she greeted.
I blinked before smiling. "Hi! Sorry, I was just daydreaming."
She chuckled before nodding to my camera. "You work here?"
I glanced down at my camera. "Yeah. Well, kind of. It's only temporary. I'm doing some stills for their website. You?"
She hummed, intrigued. "Nice. I'm performing, so it might be me you're shooting. Do get my good side, please."
It was then that I realised she was Skye Riley, the talent booked for the day. "Shit, you're the guest."
She began to laugh, in a sweet, reserved kind of way. "I am, yeah. I'm Skye."
"My apologies, Skye," I said sheepishly. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."
"Y/N," she repeated, before smiling softly. "It's all good." She picked at another grape before continuing, "Between you and me, this is my first ever TV appearance and I'm scared shitless."
I realised she wasn't kidding when she didn't smile. Clearing my throat, I tried to reassure her. "I'm sure you'll be great. Clearly you're here for a reason. Just... try not to overthink it. Be yourself."
