#his costar will not leave him the fuck alone

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Break a leg (dp x dc)

"So, the food here is pretty sweet," the girl sitting next to him starts.

Damian hums before remembering he's supposed to be gathering intel and that means he has to talk to people.

"There aren't a lot of vegetarian options," he manages with a tight smile, making sure to look like he is stressed over the audition.

"Oh yeah, that's true," the girl says and falls quiet for a moment.

Damian looks back down at the script he's reading, though he knows the lines by heart. And then the girl speaks up again.

"So how'd you get here?" she says as she swings her legs. "My name's Dani by the way, what's yours?"

Damian folds up the papers carefully. "I'm Stephan," he says. "My agent suggested I try out for a movie role." He offers the girl a convincing shy smile. "How about you?"

"Some guy came up to me and wanted me to audition for this. I thought he was a child trafficker so I followed him. Turns out he wasn't and now I'm here," the girl said before shrugging.

"Why did you follow a man who you thought was a child trafficker?"

"To beat him up," the girl answered.

"Oh." Damian is going to assume that's a joke, if only to preserve his last bit of faith in human intelligence. He's pretty sure every child knows to go away from criminals, not towards.

"Who are you auditioning for?" Dani asks.

"I'm trying for Lennox," Damian answers, shuffling his papers as if nervous.

"A lead," the girl exclaims before extending a fist. "Nice, dude. I believe in you." Damian internally sneers at the gesture but outwardly, he smiles sheepishly and knocks his knuckles against hers. "I'm going for Abigail," the girl continues. "If this goes well, we might end up working together soon, huh?"

"Hopefully," Damian answers with a smile.

Dani smiles back widely and is about to answer when a lady steps out into the room.

"Danielle Nightingale?"

The girl gets to her feet with a chirped "present!" The lady gestures to follow before walking back out. Dani looks over to Damian. "Wish me luck!" she says before twirling away without giving Damian the chance to actually answer.

Damian sits in silence as he looks back down at the script when his earpiece crackles to life.

"Wow, baby bat, that was downright sweet," Brown's whistle comes over the coms. "When's the wedding?"

"I will hurt you," Damian hisses back, hiding his mouth behind the papers.

"Just saying," she sing-songs. "You were awfully chummy out there."

"I was trying to follow your instructions," he bites out quietly. "Or would you have preferred I didn't?"

"No, no, I prefer my civilians un-stabbed," Spoiler answers lightly. "I just didn't know you had it in you."

"I was trained for infiltration," Damian points out. "I know how to lie."

"That is good news because we need you to get on that crew," Brown says. "Ready to blow their minds?"

Damian lets himself have a little smirk, hidden behind the script. "They won't know what hit them."

#They both get the parts #Dani is just going with the flow and having fun #Her costar is a sweet but really shy dude and she has decided he is adorable and that she will protect him at all costs #Damian is stuck with the shy guy act that he pulled together for what he thought was a nobody NPC and he is losing his mind #his costar will not leave him the fuck alone #Also #if she even TRIES to pet his hair again he will bite her fingers off #Steph is laughing obnoxiously #danielle phantom #damian wayne #stephanie brown #dc x dp #dp x dc #roxpoxwrote #roxpox

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐓𝐎 ✵ ENZO VOGRINCIC & FELIPE OTAÑO

❛𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔶 𝔰𝔲 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔞 𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔞❜ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

ׂ╰┈➤ warnings. threesome, m!oral, p in v, just dirty. 18+

felipe scrolls through your shared messages looking for the pictures you sent him of the guys. enzo waits patiently as his friend searches for the pictures you took of them at a restaurant to celebrate fran’s birthday. meanwhile you’re at home trying to find the perfect angle to show off the black laced lingerie you had just purchased. it’s almost comical how many pictures you take trying to take the perfect one to send to your boyfriend. you decide on sending the one that shows off the necklace felipe bought you with your initial on it.

as your boyfriend continues searching for the pictures his phone automatically slides down to the message you just sent him. his reaction time is too slow and soon your revealing picture takes up half of the screen. as soon as enzo realizes what you just sent felipe he quickly moves away from his costar trying to hide how his cheeks grow warm. he coughs as he tries to regain his posture. he looks at felipe expecting him to either be mad or embarrassed but instead he’s met with a smirk.

“i think i’m gonna leave.” enzo says pretending he didn’t see anything.

“enzo. this is your apartment.” felipe laughs.

there’s a small pause between them as enzo mentally curses at himself. the image you had sent was still replaying in his brain even though he had only seen it for about ten seconds. he hated how attracted he was to you considering you were dating his friend.

“enzo, do you think my girlfriend is hot?” the brunette asks him.

“she’s your girlfriend-” enzo starts trying his hardest to not stutter.

“yes she is but that’s not what i asked you.” felipe scoffs. “you can be honest. i won’t be mad.”

“yes.” the uruguayan answers barely above a whisper but felipe hears him.

enzo thinks back to the first time he saw you. it’d been at rehearsals during preproduction and he had been so happy thinking that you’d be apart of the cast. but as soon as he saw the way felipe shoved his tongue down your throat during breaks he had left you alone. unfortunately for him that picture had only brought back his crush.

“she thinks you’re hot too. she’s always looking at photos of you.” felipe mentions as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “you should come over on friday.”

enzo freezes at the last sentence not believing what he was hearing. was your boyfriend offering a night with you? he was taken aback.

“is she on board?” is all he mutters.

“she’s the one who asked.” and that’s all it takes for enzo to agree.

you let out a high pitched sigh as you’re kissed on either side of your neck. enzo nipping at your skin from the left side while your boyfriend leaves a trail of kisses on your right side. your hand instinctively finds it’s way to your boyfriend’s hair pulling him closer and encouraging him to mark you up. you bite your lip holding back a moan as he leaves hickeys on your neck.

“fuck. fuck. fuck.” you mutter as the two of them take off their shirts.

you step in front of your boyfriend kissing him as you tease the hem of his shorts. his kisses are wet showing he excited he is. you pull away kneeling in front of him your hands already condition to pull his shorts and briefs down. enzo can’t help but stare at the scene in front of him, the scene in itself turning him on more than it should. you spit into your palm making sure to get enough for his length. you don’t waste time teasing him and soon enough you’re licking from the base to the tip to prepare him. you carefully take him into your mouth, his hands pulling your hair into a ponytail as he fucks your throat.

you gag on his dick as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat. you grow wetter as his groans grow increasingly louder at the way you take him. you wrap your hands around what you can’t fit into your mouth stimulating him. you look up at him seeing how his face scrunches as you pleasure him. you make sure to lick the tip as well to tease him further. from the corner of your eye you spot enzo touching himself and wonder if he was bigger or not. you moan at the thought causing vibrations for your boyfriend.

“fuck i’m close.” he groans as you push him closer to the edge. “let me cum on your boobs.”

felipe pulls out of your mouth as he feels his high approaching. you have your tits on full display as he jerks himself off to reach his climax. he moans loudly as he coats you with his cum. white liquid covers your boobs as he tries to recover from his high. he leans down pulling you into a passionate kiss. you moan at the contact not believing how dirty he was. he leaves for a minute and comes back with a rag to clean you up.

“enzo’s all yours.” he smirks at you as he steps into the corner.

“enzo” you whine urging him to come closer to you. he does as you want and you push him on the edge of the bed straddling him in the process.

he kisses you first causing you to moan out at the action. his hand cups your jaw allowing him to kiss you deeper wanting to pull you in as close as possible. you grow desperate bucking your hips against his trying to get off to any sort of friction. he laughs at that, his laugh sending shockwaves through your body. he moves your skirt above your waist making sure to have access to your throbbing core. he brings a finger down to your panties feeling the wet patch on them groaning at the feeling.

“fuck you’re so wet.” he murmurs as he feels you up.

“just fuck me enzo please.” you beg as he moves your panties to the side.

“i don’t have a condom.” he groans.

“just pull out.” you say impatiently just wanting to fuck him already.

he brings his tip to your core lining himself up with your hole. you shiver at the feeling of it. your boyfriend is stunned by the scene in front of him and how he’s more turned on than he should be. enzo slowly enters you as he decides you’re ready and you whine at the intrusion. he bottoms out as you dig your fingers into his arms trying to get used to his size. your right walls squeeze him as he tries to find a rhythm. you finally sink down on him and moan at the new feeling of his dick inside you.

he pulls you down for another kiss trying to distract you from his first couple of thrusts. but soon enough you feel him so deep inside of you, you can’t help but scream out in pleasure as you take him in. his groans as he desperately fucks you only encourage you to bounce on him. you hold your hair up with one hand as the other holds onto his chest to keep up with his thrusts. the pace goes from romantic to erratic in a matter of minutes and you can’t hold yourself anymore. you feel your orgasm building as he repeatedly fucks you. you bring one of your hands down to your belly feeling as he fucks up into you.

“enzo i’m so close.” you gasp as he hits a new angle.

he acknowledges your incoming orgasm and brings one of his hands to your core. he rubs your clit helping the stimulation and impending orgasm. you don’t last very long and practically whine as you cum around him. your head lays against his chest as you see stars. he flinches at the contact quickly pulling out of you as he feels his high approaching. the loss of contact makes you sigh. it doesn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm as well and your stomach is soon coated with his release. you lay down next to him trying to catch your breathe. the events that just happened hadn’t registered in your mind but he had fucked your brains out and now you were dumbfounded.

you hear a click spotting your boyfriend next to the bed with a polaroid in his hand. he takes the picture shaking it handing it to enzo as the boy next to you tries to recover his breathing. his body is all sweaty and if you weren’t already tired you’d have another go at him.

“now you have a picture of her. use it whenever you want.” your boyfriend says with a straight face.

#my bf’s (real) #had to do this sawry #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic smut #enzo vogrincic x reader #felipe otaño #felipe otaño smut #felipe otaño x reader #la sociedad de la nieve

[wannab-urs]

Scandal

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Prompt: Forced Proximity + “You’re going to get us arrested” / “I always wanted to see you in handcuffs.”

Summary: You get locked in a closet with Dieter at the Oscars

Warnings: semi public smut; forced proximity; reader has hair that can have bobby pins in it, is able bodied, is wearing a dress, and is an actress; the barest hint of enemies to lovers, but not really. WC: 1.6k

A/N: Written for a Dieter Bravo Brainrot Server event. Thanks to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, @atinylittlepain, and @pr0ximamidnight for reading it for me <3

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You just need to take a breather, that’s all. The Oscars can be a lot for an actress with social anxiety – there’s a million directors, former costars, and producers all vying for a conversation with you, not to mention the cameras catching you from every angle. And to make matters worse, they’ve allowed paparazzi into the lobby this year. 

There’s a coat closet just down this hallway, if you can just remember which door it is. You walk down the ornate hallway and find a door cracked open just slightly, the smell of weed emanating from the gap. You push the door open and step in, closing it tightly behind you. And you should have known from the smell alone who you’d find on the other side. 

None other than Dieter Bravo. 

“Shouldn’t have closed the door.” 

“And you shouldn’t be smoking in here. You’re stinking up everyone’s coats.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have closed the door. We’re locked in now.” 

“What?” Your voice hits a high frequency. You do not want to be locked in a closet with this particular former costar. You try the door anyway and find that he’s telling the truth. 

“I told you.” 

“Fuck, Dieter. You could have warned me!”

He chooses not to respond, taking another hit of his joint instead. He holds his hand out in offering, but you shake your head. Being high and trapped sounds like a recipe for paranoid disaster. 

You slump to the floor, pouting, but grateful they gave you a dress you can actually move around in this year. Dieter sits cross legged across the closet from you. There are coats lining either side of the walls. 

His usually fluffy curls are slicked back and styled to perfection. His nasty green bathrobe and pajama pants have been replaced by a billowing white shirt and fitted black pants. He’s even wearing real shoes. He looks… good. And he’s surprisingly clear eyed for someone smoking an entire joint. 

“You look nice,” Dieter comments. You look down at your dress – the color was chosen specifically to contrast well with your skin tone. The cut shows just enough bust and highlights your body shape. It’s a good dress. 

“Thanks, Dee. I was just thinking the same about you.”

“Oh were you now?” 

You roll your eyes. “Not like that, Dieter. You just clean up nice, is all.”

“I’m not um…” he trails off. 

“Not on coke anymore? I can tell.”

You and Dieter had worked on a project together a couple years ago. It was in the height of his coke addiction and working with him had been an absolute nightmare. He’d show up for work absolutely out of his mind, having screaming matches with the director, the producers, you. And that was if he showed up at all. The project had never even made it to production, leaving you worried your career was ruined. You fucking hated Dieter Bravo. 

But you could never deny how adorable he is. 

“Yeah. Cleaned up. Went to rehab. The whole shebang.”

“That’s good, Dee. Really.” 

You let your head fall back against the door, exposing the line of your throat to possibly the world's horniest man.

“You look really good in that dress.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you.”

You peek an eye open and see Dieter is already halfway across the floor, crawling to you on his hands and knees. He’s pouting at you. 

“What else do we have to do right now?”

You sigh and try the door one more time for good measure, reaching up behind you and tugging on the door handle. Still locked tight. Dieter grins and crawls even closer, settling between your thighs. He reaches out and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You can’t help but lean into it. 

“Always thought you were so beautiful.”

“Sure, Dee,” you scoff 

“I did. I do. Can I kiss you?” 

“Sure, Dee,” you whisper breathlessly. 

He presses his lips to yours gently at first. His lips are soft and plush against yours and you can’t help but deepen the kiss. You open your mouth and his tongue meets yours, hot and wet. Arousal sweeps through you and you bury your hands in his gorgeous curls, holding him against you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. You gasp, causing the kiss to break as your core comes into contact with the hard line of his cock in his trousers. 

“So fucking beautiful,” Dieter mutters into your throat, pressing kisses down into your cleavage. 

He lays you flat on the floor and scoots back, settling on his belly in between your thighs and rucking your dress up to your hips. 

“Dieter, you’re going to get us arrested for public indecency.”

“First of all, I’ve always wanted to see you in handcuffs,” he presses a kiss to your left thigh. “And secondly, I don’t see anyone here to catch us,” he kisses your right thigh, higher up this time. 

He hooks his thumb in the gusset of your panties, stroking your already soaked folds. You moan as quietly as you can. 

“So wet for me, already.” 

You groan as he pulls your panties to the side and buries his face in your cunt. There’s no build up, he eats you like he’s ravenous, like he hasn’t eaten in days. His curved nose grinds into your clit as he laps at your hole. His tongue plunges inside you over and over and you can already feel your core tightening. He slips two fingers in to replace his tongue, drawing circles on your clit with the point of it now. You cry out, much louder than you mean to be, than you need to be. His left hand comes up to cover your mouth, his face now hovering above yours as he curls his fingers perfectly inside you. 

“Quiet now, love. Wouldn’t want to get arrested for public indecency.”

The bastard. He thrusts his fingers into you a few more times and you’re coming all over his hand. You bite down on his palm to keep from screaming. He draws his fingers out of you slowly and rights your panties for you. He sucks your come off his fingers like it’s cake batter, letting out a little moan of his own at the taste. 

The door handle jiggles and you both freeze. Just as the lock turns, Dieter grabs you and rolls you both under the lowest level of coats on the side of the closet. You’re on top of him, breathing heavily into his neck. Someone comes in, grabs their coat, and leaves the room, pulling the door closed behind them. 

Dieter goes to roll you both back out but you stop him. You press a kiss to his very exposed throat. 

“I love this shirt. Very Mr. Darcy.”

“It is romantic isn’t it?” 

You drag your lips down his throat to his chest, pressing a kiss to the lowest bit of exposed skin. Your hands find the clasp on his fancy black pants, but you can’t quite get them open.

“The one time you don’t wear easy access pants…” 

“Here, let me.”

You both fumble for a moment before the clasp finally comes open and his cock springs out. 

“No underwear?”

“The lines were showing too bad.”

“Mmhmm,” you quirk an eyebrow at him. 

You wrap his cock in your hand. It’s long, curved a little, and not terribly thick. 

“Pretty,” you mutter before taking the tip in your mouth. He gasps as you suck him down. You swirl your tongue around his head, then flatten it out and let him fill your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you suppress a cough, pushing him further down. His hands flutter into your hair as you start bobbing your head, sucking him down over and over again. He doesn’t push or pull you, simply rests his hands on the back of your head. 

You pull off him and lick a stripe up the seam of his balls as you stroke his cock. You suck one into your mouth, rolling it gently on your tongue, then switch to the other. 

“I’m gonna–”

You take his cock down your throat again, wanting to swallow his cum. You suck hard on the tip and then drop your lips down to the base as he comes in your mouth. His hips stutter beneath you and he groans. 

You let his softening cock fall out of your mouth and press a kiss to his hip bone. He strokes the back of your head reverently. 

“We should get cleaned up,” you whisper, your voice rough. 

Dieter sighs, but helps you get back to your feet. You take in his rumpled appearance and know you can’t look much better. His chest is covered in lipstick, as is his face. His hair is an absolute mess. His outfit is askew and wrinkled to hell. 

You help him fix his outfit, rub the lipstick off his skin, and finger comb his hair back into some semblance of a style. He pulls bobby pins out of your hair and stows them in his pockets, letting your hair down from the hours of work the stylist did. He smooths out your dress as best as he can. 

“We look…”

“Like we just fucked on the floor of a closet?”

“Yeah.”

He takes a bobby pin from his pocket and picks the lock on the door. 

“You could have done that the whole time?” 

Dieter doesn’t answer. He stands and takes your hand in his and pulls the door open. You’re immediately inundated with camera flashes. The paparazzi have found you. Your agent is going to kill you. 

“I fucking hate you,” you halfheartedly fuss at Dieter. This scandal will be fun to deal with... 

#Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo fics #Dieter Bravo fanfiction #Dieter Bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x you #The Bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #dieter bravo x f!reader

[dead-dove-yandere]

Drunk chase around their darling just spilling every single truth or something

“CHASE WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK DUDE I SWEAR I HOPE YOU ARE JOKING”

“Hic I admit it i hic Killed people f-for fun”

Yeah that seems like the kind of dumbass thing Chase would do lmao. He’s very blasé about everything

TW: Stalking, Obsession, mention of murder and manipulation, implied violence/kidnapping

He pours himself another drink and you force a polite smile to hide your annoyance. When Chase barged into your dressing room with a bottle of bourbon, you’d hope you’d both have one drink and maybe then he’d leave you alone to actually get out of costume and unwind after a long day of filming, but it seemed that Chase had other plans. He didn’t offer to pour you a drink, instead just leaving it on the table. Your finger traced the rim of your empty cup, trying to find a way to hint that he’d overstayed his welcome, but he hadn’t picked up on any of the previous hints.

“And then she says, I thought you loved me! Can you believe it?” Chase laughs cruelly as he recounts how he broke some poor actress’s heart. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, and give a half hearted chuckle. Internally, you’re screaming with disgust at how proud he seems to be of how he’s treated his past partners and costars. This is about the third or fourth time he’s told you about how he’s played with some unfortunate man’s or woman’s heart just for the sake of it, and you’re getting sick of it.

“After all, there’s only one person I’ve ever really loved. Like actually, not just for sex.”

“Oh?” You say, disinterested, assuming he’s going to say some other celebrity’s name before going on about how he definitely loves them and won’t just use them up like everyone else he’s supposedly loved.

“It’s you, of course,” he says, so casually and effortlessly that it takes a moment for you to realise you hadn’t misheard. You tense, looking up at him with bewilderment. There it was - the very thing you’d hoped wouldn’t happen.

“Yeah. I mean, I actually did soooo much stuff for you,” he continues as he giggles and slurs his words. “Usually I just sweet talk someone until they’re obsessed with me, but I actually went out and did things for you. Like the role you have now? I put in a good word about your audition.”

You shrink into your seat as you listen to him. You only wanted to be an extra in this film as a bit of fun - just so you could say you were technically in a film. And you’d only auditioned for the major role after the original actor disappeared because they insisted on using the pool of extras to find a replacement. You didn’t want this role at all, even less so now you knew it was by way of nepotism.

“Of course, I had to get rid of the person that originally played your character too. So that’s two things I did for you, I guess,” he adds. Your eyes widen in alarm.

“What do you mean get rid?” You ask, your voice trembling.

“I killed them - I killed them for you,” Chase admitted, his eyes alight as he said it, not an ounce of shame in his demeanour. “‘Cause then I knew I could make sure you’d get the part instead. It’s easy, especially when you’ve had practice like I have.” Chase let out another cruel laugh, seemingly oblivious to the alarm that was wracking you. You hoped that it was a bad joke, yet something in your gut told you otherwise. You shot up from your chair and dashed to the door, hoping you could find someone to help, but Chase was quicker, and he grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked you back, pinning you against the table. Suddenly, there was rage in his eyes as his face was mere inches from yours.

“And just where the hell do you think you’re going?”

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[its-time-to-write]

hi!! love your work!! what about a jamie tartt piece where reader is a theatre actress or something more “nerdy” and the team finds out??

I am SO SORRY that this took so long to write!! Thank you for requesting!!

damned if i do give a damn what people say

No one can figure out how you and Jamie met. Every time they ask, they’re given a different answer.

“She’s my old forensic optometrist.” “He ran over my goldfish with his car.” “We met years ago while skydiving underwater and just reconnected.”

No one is quite sure the real answer. You and Jamie have been together exactly two months and one day, and it feels like you just appeared from out of nowhere, brought to life by Jamie’s need to never fucking be alone.

It’s not till you’re out at Ola’s with the team when Keeley says, “Ohmigod no fucking way, I know who you are!” that they piece it together.

“You’re on West End! You’re in their production of Midsummer Night’s Dream! Rebecca took me two weeks ago, and I can’t fucking believe I didn’t recognize you! You literally have one of the biggest roles, and you’ve been right in front of me the whole fucking time! I really enjoyed it, by the way,” she continues, “Usually don’t like Shakespeare, but I actually understood it this time!”

You feel like you’re melting from embarrassment, shrinking into Jamie’s arm thrown around your shoulders.

It’s one thing to be on stage, saying someone else’s words to strangers you’ll never see again. It’s another thing entirely to use your own words in front of people you desperately want to like you.

Richard overhears and says, “Oh, that’s how I know you! Jan Maas, Isaac, and I saw it a week and a half ago. It was well-written, for an Englishman.”

“Hold up, bruv,” Isaac interjects, “is that how you two met?”

You shrug, but Jamie isn’t letting you shirk away from this conversation.

“That’s right,” he says proudly. “Keeley was always on me to be more cultured and shit, so I thought I’d go see a play. Made Sam go with me.”

Sam nods from the other side of the table. “She walked on stage and I literally thought he was going to jump up and propose. He was starstruck.”

The group laughs. The idea of Jamie Tartt being starstruck is something else.

“Hold on Jamie,” Ted calls from across the room, “I thought you didn’t like the theater?”

Jamie shrugs. “I don’t. Fucking hate it actually, just didn’t hate that one. Went and bought a ticket every night I was available, just so I could see her. Figured, what’s the point in being a famous footballer if I can’t land a pretty actress?”

Your face is on fire. On stage, it’s covered with thick layers of makeup. You do not feel comfortable around all of these athletic, beautiful, self-assured people. You feel comfortable putting on the disguise that is Helena of Athens. Her cry to the weary night had resonated in your soul the first time the stage manager brought Jamie backstage for a tour. Your heart had picked up to an unhealthy pace the moment you locked eyes, something that was not unnoticed by your romantic costar, the actor playing Demetrius. He had elbowed you and then made himself blessedly scarce, taking note of the way Jamie’s eyes had been scouring the room for you as soon as he walked in. 

He told you later that he scared off the rest of the cast and crew, threatening them with hellish rehearsals and the promise to eat Indian food while in full costume if they “didn’t leave you and that bloody gorgeous footballer alone. I mean, come on people, do you really want her to be single forever?”

You bought him an expensive coffee and $60 foundation as a thank you. He made you promise to invite him to the wedding.

You’re shaken from your thoughts by Ted saying, “Well, isn’t that just the gosh-darn cutest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll make Jamie a theater nerd yet. Have him singing show tunes on the pitch.”

“You already make us do that, coach,” Jamie retorts, and the room descends into laughter. You join in, feeling comfortable with where you’re at; Jamie’s arm on your shoulder, your hand on his thigh, accepted by the people he loves.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[thefrontofmymind]

Hi, I really like your Joseph Quinn stories! I would like to request a story where Joseph and the reader are both famous but they are trying to keep their relationship lowkey and private. So the reader is asked on the late late show with James Corden and everything goes really smoothly until they start playing spill your guts and James asks something like "there's been some photos with you and a certain someone" (then a picture of you and Joe getting ice cream and him hugging you from behind goes up) "is it true that you are dating?" and then she admits it because she can't eat whatever disgusting food James picked for her :D Really like this idea, hope you can write it! Thank you!

Salmon Smoothie; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: i have this idea for Joseph x costar reader fic. They've been dating ever since season 4 started shooting but they're really private so only family and friends and costars know about them. They're doing an interview and maybe Noah like accidentally almost spills that they're together so the internet goes wild and starts speculating. something funny and cute

a/n: hope its alright i combined these two requests and changed them around a bit!!! loved them both and i thought they'd work well together! thank you for reading <33

SYNOPSIS: Reader plays Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts on the Late Late Show and has to hide their relationship with Joe

WARNINGS: just gross food, and like a little bit of kissing and that's it

Your romance with Joe most certainly took you by surprise. At a time when you felt most alone–isolated like the rest of the world, he came into your life and swept you off your feet. 

You’d met filming the fourth season of Stranger Things, of which you were a recurring cast member while Joe was a newbie. There was an immediate…fascination, you’d say, from the moment you’d locked eyes at the first table read back at the beginning of 2020. It was new, exciting, and then you didn’t see each other for months while the world went into an all-encompassing health emergency. Though you never forgot about that Englishman with the big brown eyes and the winning smile.

When you were finally allowed to come in to actually film the season, your infactuation remained–thank fuck for that, you thought. You felt grateful that a good portion of your scenes were with Joseph so you were able to spend as much time as you could with him–chatting in between takes and grabbing dinner together after a long, hard day of work.

You’d decided quite early on not to act on your crush on him, it was frankly quite unprofessional and you’d hate to make him uncomfortable–as you’d grown to become quite good friends in the short time you’d been filming, it would kill you to lose that over a passing fancy.

So Joe was the one to make the first move–unknown to you, he was in the exact same position. He thought of you like the sun that lit up a part of his life that had been quite difficult, between the stress of the world, the lack of acting jobs popping up because of said worldwide situation, and simply his loneliness during it all, he was in a pit that you’d dove into to pull him out of. It was pure admiration for you on his end, and that quickly turned into desire, and it was beginning to eat away at him.

He decided to make the move in your trailer, so that way if you reacted negatively he’d be able to leave you and never speak to you again, if that was what you wished. He wished he could’ve had a shot of something before he sat you down with the preface that he ‘had something very important to tell you’.

“So we’ve become very close-uh-recently,” he started, both of you sitting on the sofa in your trailer at the end of the day, back in your regular clothes, but still with the heavy-duty makeup for the cameras on your face. “And I just wanted to tell you…”

He paused, and it felt like a thousand years between the two breathes he took to ease himself into it. You were worried you’d done something wrong, that you’d upset or offended him somehow or he was going to tell you something horrible–you could feel your heart rate begin to elevate.

“I admire you so much, not just as an actor, like the way you’ve been bringing the scripts to life this season has been an honour to watch and work with you….” he rambled before stopping again. He really should’ve written a few dot points to keep him on track. “I’m just…infatuated with you. As more than a friend. And I can’t go through life without telling you because it’s killing me and-”

“Joe?” you interrupted him, cutting him off. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you leant forward, pressing your lips to his. He put his arms around your waist and slightly pulled you onto his lap, before pulling away, smirking into the kiss, still.

“So you feel the same way?” he asked.

“If you have to ask, I don’t know what to tell you,” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him, still with his arms around you so you were right against him. “I like you, Joseph Quinn.”

“I love when you call me ‘Joseph’.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little as he pulled you in for another kiss–the air between you settled and you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

You were lucky there was already a couple in the cast of Stranger Things in Natalia and Charlie, there was a precedent, so you felt almost immediately prepared to let your relationship known to the rest of the cast–after a few weeks of keeping it to yourselves, of course, just to test the waters.

After filming ended, yourself and Joseph went back home, you met each others’ families and friends soon enough, and you felt like any other couple for a time, as hidden from public life as any other regular couple.

That was until the lead-up of the new season, which meant press, and public appearances, and interviews, and the cast being as active as ever on social media. It put you and Joe on edge, you loved being able to love each other without having to deal with any kind of pressure from the media and general public–you were glad you could go out grocery shopping together and no one would really be any wiser to the fact that the two of you met and started dating on the set of one of the biggest television shows this decade.

You’d both been media trained to help with hiding spoilers and whatnot, as well as the rest of the cast, but you still had the feeling that the thread was being primed to pull, and everything was getting closer and closer to unravelling.

It truly didn’t surprise you when it was Noah who let it slip–accidentally alluding to two relationships in the cast, one known and one unknown. With a little bit of sleuthing, fans had begun suspecting that you and Joe were together–the two of you were always very close and were out and about together frequently and somehow they’d manage to find a couple of blurry pictures from inside the season 4 Premiere of you and Joe standing very close, hands intertwined and faces a mere few inches away from each other.

Joe convinced you it would be okay. “They don’t know for sure! We can just deny, deny, deny… And it’ll all be okay, I promise,” he said, as he held you–shaking with anxiety after a particularly bad downward spiral over it.

And it was fine for a few weeks, neither of you mentioned it, Noah also hadn’t said anything, and the rumours began to die down. That was until you were set to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden to promote Volume 2, including what would be a fun game of Spill Your Guts.

The lights were very bright, which made you begin to sweat–not to be confused with the sweat from your nervous state of mind over the possibility of having to eat cod sperm or something else horrible.

The game began as normal, with James explaining the rules before moving onto the selection of ‘food' on the table in between the two of you; bull penis, salmon smoothie, cow tongue, water beetle, bird saliva, and fish eye. 

You did alright to begin with, avoiding eating the cow tongue by telling James about the time you accidentally poured a drink on Taika Watiti at the Oscars and skipping the bird saliva by half-heartedly ranking your Stranger Things cast members’ music, while making James eat the bull penis and the water beetle.

“Okay this is the last question, ladies and gentlemen,” Jame began, looking to the table. “And I think I’ll let you finish with a….salmon smoothie.”

The stench hit you before you could fully comprehend James’ choice, you couldn't help but gag a little bit. James picked up the final question card, silently reading it to himself, before letting out a menacing chuckle, causing the audience to laugh.

“You may be aware of a rumour your fellow castmate Noah Schnapp started a few weeks ago…” Oh here we go. “That there are two different couples in the Stranger Things cast. Now, we know of Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton, who have been together since 2016-”

“Very cute couple..” you cut in, trying not to let the anxiety you were feeling show on your face, that was as good as letting the whole can of worms out.

“Yes, but the other couple is unknown. There’s been photos-lots of photos-of you and Joseph Quinn, who plays Eddie this season, out and about and seeming very close. It’s a simple question, are you and Joseph together?”

You felt like everything slowed as you thought over your response. You could no longer hear the audience, nor the band beginning to play tense music. You felt bad lying and denying, you couldn’t confirm either…

“Well…Joseph is just such a talented actor and we grew quite close over filming the season…so…” You quickly grabbed the glass and took a hearty sip of the smoothie, immediately regretting it, eliciting a cheer from the crowd as you swallowed and opened your mouth as proof. You gagged slightly.

James couldn’t stop cackling as he ended the segment, telling the cameras that they’d ‘be right back’ with a wink.

A troupe of AD’s dressed in all black approached the table and began disassembling it during the break, while you were corralled to the sofa to get ready for the interview portion of the show. You knew your phone was placed behind the sofa, so you quickly fetched it when you had a spare second to send Joe a text message, wracked with a feeling of guilt for fueling the fire.

‘Hi love, filmings going well but i maaayyy have neither confirmed nor denied the RUMOUR and im shitting it a bit….sorry baby i wasnt thinking xoxo’

You received a reply almost immediately–thankfully since you knew you would have a hard time getting through the interview without speaking to Joe first, to ease your worries if nothing else.

‘Oh darling, dont worry about it! i LOVE you and people can say whatever tf they want it doesnt change that i bagged the hottest piece on the face of the planet xxx’

You laughed at his response, he always knew how to cheer you up and make you feel relaxed. The cameras and microphone operators began getting prepared as James made his way to the small stage to sit behind his desk.

“Who’s got you all giggly and flustered, eh?” he asked, looking over his palm cards and getting comfortable in his seat.

“Oh, just this guy I’ve been seeing…” you teased.

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[simp4wom3n]

Ask Percy

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x singer!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: After filming, Jenna and Percy had become close, too close. Jenna started ditching plans with Y/n for Percy, causing Y/n to finally breakdown before they left on a month long tour. ~ Word Count: 4.024k ~ Warnings: swearing and quite angstyyy

A/N: Hi!! I actually loved writing this sm idek why. It is a majority angst with a happy ending because I will always avoid completely breaking someones heart x. Either way I hope you enjoy it <3

It wasn't often you got jealous, but when you have practically been replaced and deprived of spending the time you so craved with your girlfriend, the feeling was inevitable.

You and Jenna's schedules often meant that you had to spend long times apart from one another, which whilst it did put a strain on your relationship, it meant you would always spend every ounce of your free time together.

That had apparently changed.

Like today.

You were due to leave on tour in a few days, and the only thing you wanted to do was spend time with your girlfriend before you left for over a month. Yet as you sat at home, alone, with nothing better to do than pack your bags, it was obvious her priorities weren't the same as yours. Where was she you may ask? ask Percy.

Percy Hynes White, her costar and new best friend apparently. Ever since the two of them had wrapped filming 'Wednesday', they were practically attached at the hip, as Jenna's free time, which used to almost entirely consist of you, now predominantly consisted of Percy.

You had nothing against the guy. You had met him a few times and you could see why Jenna liked him. He was funny, charismatic, and just an overall kind person at heart. All the attributes that make him equally as terrifying to you, because as you saw it, it gave him the ability to sweep your girlfriend from right under you feet.

A slew of self-deprecating thoughts had been racing through your mind all day, leaving your girlfriend as your last resort in order to avoid a full-fledged breakdown. You just wished you had told her how you were feeling sooner because it felt like shite. Every time she left you alone for him, every time she told you a story about the two of them, every time her eyes lit up at the mention of his name, it felt like someone was slowly hacking away at your heart, each crack and break as slow and painful as the last.

Assuming Jenna would be home for dinner, you decided to try to unwind by cooking for just the two of you. You had always adored cooking and it was something the two of you often did together. Hence, whilst you were skilfully moving around the kitchen listening to music, a small smile grew on you face at the thought of your shared activities.

After finishing plating all the food and cleaning the kitchen, you grab your phone and noticed a new message from Jenna, instinctively causing your eyes to widen in excitement. The slight smirk that had made its way onto your face was soon washed away as it felt as if you were hit with a tidal wave as you read the message.

"Staying over at Percy's. Don't bother waiting up for me."

The colour dropped from your face as you lowered your phone in disbelief. You slumped against the countertop as all the noise around you faded, becoming an insistent buzz. 'Are you fucking kidding me' you thought as your disbelief soon turned into anger - you had officially been replaced. Dropping you phone on the bench, your fingers curl up tightly as your fists clench, your knuckles turning ghastly white as you hunch forward. You grunt as you let your back hits the wall, sliding down your kitchen cupboards until you come to a stop when you meet the floor. Your tense body goes limp as you sit there, tears starting to stream down your face as sobs begin escaping your throat.

You couldn't believe it. You were leaving in a few days and would be gone for over a month, and she didn't even have the decency to spend the time with you that you had begged her for. You felt nothing but disbelief as you brought your knees to your chest, resting your head on them as your sobs ceased, no longer bothering to feel the pain.

For once you felt almost excited to leave.

With all of your excitement and hope drained from your now exhausted body, you slowly stood up from your slumped position and grabbed your phone with your eyes and cheeks painted red from your tears and made your way to your bedroom. With the meal you had prepared going cold on the dining table, you stripped and changed into some more comfortable clothes before turning off the lights and collapsing into your bed.

As you laid your head on the pillow, your senses were instantly filled with her scent, her absence deepening the cracks in your already wounded heart. With exhaustion hot on your tail, you plugged in and opened your phone, the message reappearing as you rub your eyes to try and contain your tears.

"Ok"

You didn't have the energy to argue, or to get mad. At this point you had accepted your fate. If she wanted to be with Percy and not you than that was her choice. You just had to deal with it.

As Jenna got home late the next morning, it was eerily quiet. The usual echo of positivity that followed you everywhere you went was missing; instead, the energy felt bitter, which immediately concerned her. As she put her stuff down and walked further into the apartment, her eyes scanned your usual spots until she caught a glimpse of you, curled up in a chair on your small balcony, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands.

You had been sat there all morning just attempting to take your mind off of Jenna - which proved to be impossibly hard. As you sat still and moped, you watched as people, and painfully couples, went about their business on the city's busy streets. The sound of the balcony door opening didn't even phase you as your attention remained anywhere but on the person you knew was looking at you with querying eyes.

"What's going on?" Jenna asked as she made her way into your line of sight, instantly causing your eyes to burn with tears. "Nothing" you responded coldly as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "Is something wrong" you didn't respond, instead avoiding her stare as you stood up and briskly made your way inside. "Y/n? Hello?". Still no response. "Why are you ignoring me". You scoff at her choice of wording. "Why am I ignoring you?" you ask incredulously as she looks at you confused. "I'm the one who has been sat here, patiently waiting for you to come home and finally acknowledge my existence"

You can see that Jenna is taken back by your sudden outburst as she takes a few seconds to come back with a response. "I... what do you mean? am I not allowed to spend time with my friends or something?" "Of course you are!" your voice breaks as you cry "I understand that and I have been so patient... I was happy to let you do your thing as long as you at least came home to me. You deprived me of the one thing I asked for and all for fucking Percy.". You can't help but feel bad for getting mad at her, but at this point your emotional pillage is coming pouring out whether you like it or not.

"I don't get why you are so mad! Just because your my girlfriend doesn't mean I have to spend every waking hour with you!" "Because I'm leaving for over a fucking month tomorrow and you don't even care!" At this point your tears are streaming down your cheeks as your chest aches. Running her hand through her hair, Jenna turns her back to you as she takes a deep breath. "Jesus fucking christ Y/n. Maybe I should date Percy." Your head snaps up as your eyes widen and brows furrow.

"What..." you brokenly whisper. "Maybe I should date fucking Percy Y/n... does that make you feel better?!?" turning around to meet your eyes, hers looking dead serious, terrifying you. "Your joking right?" you practically beg as your arms slowly wrap around your torso as you seek any kind of comfort. "Am I? Because after this fiasco I'd bet he'd be a better partner."

At that your heart shatters. Any last ounce of hope you had left was thrown out the window. "Right" you nod swiftly, biting you lip in an attempt to contain your sobs. "I guess I won't get in your way then". Walking towards your front door, you slip on some shoes and a coat open the door. With tears still running down your face, you look back at Jenna who remains frozen to her spot, one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip, before she turns and walks away from you.

You were secretly hoping she would stop you from leaving yet here you were, one foot already out the door. With a sigh you grab your keys before locking the door behind you. Your destination? you had no idea. All you knew was anywhere but here.

The sun had set hours ago and you were yet to come home. Jenna tried to act like she didn't care, seeing as she was the reason you left, but her attempts to distract herself were futile as you were at the forefront of her mind - admittedly for the first time in a while.

She jumped slightly as she heard the front door swing open, her eyes immediately darting in its direction. You entered silently with slumped shoulders, discarding your coat and keys as you slip off your shoes. You glance at Jenna with a neutral expression on your face before you walk towards your bedroom. "Where have you been?" despite feeling she had no right to ask, she still cared about you whether you believed it or not. "Why the fuck do you care" you reply coldly as you walk straight past her without uttering another word, Jenna sighing softly as the weight of what she said to you sinks in.

You were hurting and it was her fault.

She decides to give you a few minutes by yourself, also not particularly keen to face you after your earlier screaming match. She eventually follows you to the bedroom where she finds you curled up on your side of the bed, completely silent and still. "Y/n?" she gently whispers as she enters the room, receiving no response in return, leading her to presume you were asleep.

But how could you be? Since you left, you had spent the remainder of the day walking aimlessly, making a few pitstops at your favourite places to try and entertain yourself and help get your mind off of your (ex?) girlfriend. So sure, you were tired. Yet the moment you set foot back into your apartment, your mind transformed back into a racing track as all of your thoughts competed for your attention - and yet you didn't want to pay attention to any of them.

So here you lay in complete silence, your mind blank, attempting to ignore Jenna's warm presence besides you. You heard her whisper your name yet you had absolutely no desire to look at her, let alone speak to her. So, as you felt her get in bed beside you, an uncomfortable amount of space between your two typically entwined bodies, you stared at the wall in front of you until you were eventually overwhelmed with exhaustion.

As streaks of sunlight sneak through the small gaps between the dark curtains, Jenna stirs awake, exhaling as she rubs her eyes in an attempt to rid the evidence of her sleepless night. As she rolls onto her back she is suddenly aware of the lack of your presence, your side of the bed left empty and cold. As she warily pushes herself up, she notices a number of draws open, causing her brows to furrow in confusion as she pushes the bed covers off and swings her legs off the bed.

Gently standing up, her hands running through her hair in an attempt to tame it, she walks tentatively out the open bedroom door. As she makes her way through your apartment, her eyes widen as she notices a number of packed bags by the doorway. 'Is she leaving me' is the thought running through her head as she starts to search the apartment more desperately, eventually locating you on the balcony - apparently your new place of comfort.

"Your leaving?" are the first words that leave her mouth as she joins you on said balcony. Currently leaning on the railing peacefully admiring the cityscape, you scoff as you turn your head towards her, a look of disbelief and disappointment on your face. "Seriously?". You realise she clearly hadn't remembered causing you chuckle in disbelief as you turn around, resting your back on the railing. "My tour?" It dawns on her as the colour drains from her face, a look of embarrassment spreading quickly. "Yeah that little old thing. I don't even know why I'm surprised you forgot." Scoffing again you walk past her, gently bumping into her as you make your way to the front door.

"Y/n wait" Jenna calls out to you, hot on your tail as you choose to ignore her. As you reach your bags and start putting some on, she attempts to stop you as she grabs ahold of your arm and forces you to face her. Despite the past few days, her touch still sends shivers down your spine as you inhale sharply whilst you look at her blankly, her eyes pleading with you to stay. "There's a car waiting for me Jenna. I have to go." you speak softly as you gently pry her hand off of your arm, turning back around to open the door.

She is frozen to the spot, unable to speak as her eyes begin to brim with tears. She wraps herself in a hug as she watches you collect your bags, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth in an attempt to keep her sobs at bay. As you take a step out the door, you look over your shoulder with solemn eyes as you reach for the handle. "Goodbye Jenna." you whisper, a slight break in your voice which you attempt to conceal. You give her one last soft smirk as you close the door.

Goodbye... you said goodbye. Not see you later, but goodbye. 'Fuck' Jenna mutters as the door locks, attempting to blink away her tears as she turns away in shock. Her breathing is uneven as she soaks in everything that has happened over the past 24 hours. Her seemingly perfect world had erupted into pure chaos. Whilst there was still a part of her that was denying it, she knew it was her fault.

You were her girlfriend, the love of her life, and she blew you off as if you were completely unimportant and irrelevant. Her emotions were drowning her as she collapsed on the couch, her head resting on her hands as her tears continued to stream from her eyes. Her own words echoed in her head as her life continued to come crashing down on her. She had fucked up. Badly.

She had to make it up to you. She had to see you.

The barren and monotonous landscape that surrounded the highway sped past you as you stared out the window of your tour bus. Your thoughts matching the whirring of the outside world as you attempt to drain them out with your music blasting in your noise-cancelling headphones.

Jenna. She was all you could think about. No matter what you saw, whether it be a sign to a place you had visited or an advertisement for one of her many projects, and no matter what song you listened to, whether it was one that reminded you of her or that you often listened to together, it was all about her.

Ever since you met Jenna, you knew she was the one. You had no other way of describing it, you just knew. Everything about her was perfect. The two of you complimented each other perfectly and she had instantly become your best friend before you grew the guts to ask her out - easily the best decision you had ever made.

Yet as you thought back on all of this, you couldn't help the tears that fell. You truly had believed that she was the one. Not only was she the best girlfriend you could ever have asked for, but she was also your best friend. And yet, it would appear you have been replaced in both categories.

So, as you sat alone in a bus full of your bandmates, the landscape flashing past reflecting how your relationship similarly flew by, you hastily wiped the tears that had fallen upon your cheeks as you leant back in your chair accepting what you had believed to be true.

You had lost your everything.

The cheers of the crowd is echoing in your ears as you aimlessly pace around backstage. The first concert of a tour was always the most daunting, yet this one was easily the most terrifying as you brain continued to run a million miles a minute. With your music beginning to play and getting the signal to walk on, you suck in one last breath before you stride out on to the stage, a large smile plastered on your face - fake or real? you had no idea

As you sung your usual setlist, it proved to thankfully be a great distraction from the thoughts and emotions that awaited you off the stage.

The audience erupted in loud cheers as the beginning of one of your hit songs, 'Romantic Homicide', started to play. You'd written it years before meeting Jenna, shortly after being cheated on by your previous partner. When you produced it, you were in a very dark place, one that Jenna had helped you get out of. However, as you stood on stage, bright lights shining in your eyes and cheers echoing in your ears, your heart couldn't help but ache as you realised the song was beginning to reflect your relationship with Jenna.

I'm scared

It feels like you don't care

As you started to sing the lyrics, the waves of emotion washing over you, you look out into the crowd as you pour your heart and soul into the song. As you scan the crowd, your eyes catch a familiar face within the mosh, and as you take a double take, your heart simultaneously soars and drops.

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am I still here?

Jenna was in the crowd and looking directly at you. As your eyes met hers, she gave you a small sad smile as she slowly swayed to the music. What you couldn't tell however was that she was thinking the same as you. As your lyrics echo in her ears, her heart skips a beat as she too realises that the lyrics suddenly seem all to familiar.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you made

But why?

She watches as you rip your eyes off of her, instead deciding to look out to the general crowd, and as you do so, a tear slips down her cheek. She remembers vividly the state you were in when she met you

Rock bottom.

When she had first heard the song she was in disbelief as to how someone could have made you feel this way. When she had helped you heal, she had sworn to never let you reach that state again.

Yet here she was.

In the back of my mind

You died

And I didn't even cry

No, not a single tear

And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

After spotting Jenna amongst the crowd, your emotions were almost impossible to contain, yet as you continued to sing, you channelled all of your frustration and sadness into the lyrics. Watching the crowd be simultaneously overcome with emotion, you risked a glance in Jenna's direction. As the stage lights gently reflected on her face, you could see the tears that ran down her cheeks. Whilst you felt some gratification in seeing her emotional, your heart also clenched at the sight.

In the back of my mind

I killed you

And I didn't even even regret it

I can't believe I said it

But it's true

I hate you

Walking off the stage and into your changing room, the cheering slowly fading in the background, you take a deep breath as you try to compose yourself, your heart racing and head spinning as you clock that Jenna was actually here. Why was she here?

Just as that question came to mind, you heard a soft knock at your door. Your heart dropped at the thought of who it could be. Unsure as to whether you wanted it to be her or not, you opened the door slowly, revealing your girlfriend. Your breath instantly hitched in your throat as you took in her figure.

Dressed in a pair of loose suit pants and a casual blazer on top of a white tee, she nervously stood in front of you as she fidgeted with her hands. "Can I come in?" she asked meekly. "Yeah" you sighed as you stood to the side and gestured her in. She hesitantly walks in, her eyes taking in the decor of the room as she makes her way towards your small couch. She timidly takes a seat as her eyes continue to seemingly avoid you.

"What are you doing here?" leaning against your vanity, you break the tense silence as she finally looks at you, tears evident in her eyes. "I came here for you" she speaks tentatively after a moment. "That's a first" you faintly scoff as you rub a hand across your face. You hear her take a laboured breath at your response before she stands up and hesitantly walks towards you, attempting to find your eyes with hers.

"Y/n...I came here for you, and that's the truth." she whispers as she stops just in front of you, her hands twitching in temptation to touch you. You suck in a sharp breath as you lift your head up, tears slowly falling as you finally let them slip. She hesitantly reaches a hand up to your cheek, very gently wiping away your tears, when, to her surprise, you lean into her touch.

"I fucked up... I hurt you... and I made you feel as though you didn't matter to me." her cries starting to obstruct her apology. "But you do. You mean so fucking much to me and I... I don't know what I would do without you a-and I don't want to even think about what I would do.". At this point she is sobbing as you reach your hand to grasp her spare one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I shouldn't have ignored you like that I... I should never have made that comment about dating Percy I would never do that. I don't see him like that I promise... I would never do that to you Y/n I swear." Your heart clenched at her words. She knew she fucked up and that was enough for you - after all you were equally to blame. Having enough of her desperate yet oddly adorable rambling, you wrap her in a crushing embrace to which she instantly melts into. She hides herself in the crook of your neck as she continues to sob, whispering "I'm sorry"s into you as you cradled her head.

With her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you bury your head into her shoulder as you bathe in the comfort that her presence brings. "It's ok" is all you say as her sobs cease into sniffles, your shirt wet with her tears. "I love you, it's ok" "Thank y-you. I love you so m-much" you squeeze her tighter at her words, not willing to let go anytime soon.

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[alipal97]

hey could you please do something with Dom Tom Holland and the sub reader has a hand and size fetish and loves toms hands and that he is so much bigger and stronger than her. Tom loves it and it makes him feel really powerful and like her daddy so he makes her suck him off then fucks her silly

Yes I can😊 hope this is what you were asking for. I’m still kinda new to requests but I hope you enjoy!

Pretty Little Necklace

Pairings: Dom!Tom Holland x Sub!reader

Summary: Tom takes you with to his red carpet event but even with everything going on around you you can only focus on his hands and what they would look like wrapped around your throat

Warnings: Dom/sub, hand fetish, public sex, daddy kink, spanking, oral(male receiving), rough sex, after care, swearing, choking

Red carpet events are the worst. Not only because you had to squeeze yourself into a gown and heels for the night, your hair pinned up and some deep red lips framing your overly white smile. No. Your torture came in a different form. Hands. Specifically Tom’s hands.

Maybe it was the new shiny gold band on his finger that matched yours. Or the veins that were just visible as he waved his hands around talking to an interviewer. No matter what the reason was you loved them and you loved how he used them on you. You loved the way he would fix his cuff links as the paparazzi snapped picture after picture, or how he would wave them around as he talked to interviewers and costars. But what you loved most was the way he would wrap his strong digits around your neck cutting off your oxygen supply as he fucked you into the mattress, leaving bruises to cover up in the following days.

The thought alone made your pussy throb and your thighs clench together, the latter not going unnoticed by Tom. His arm became tighter around your waist as he dipped his head, cameras flashing furiously, and whispered in your ear.

“Behave and maybe Daddy will reward you later.” He spoke in a husky tone, his hot breath tickling your neck as he placed a quick kiss to your pulse point. He easily slipped back into the role of Hollywood’s golden boy, smiling at the cameras as you went weak in the knees. You placed a hand on his chest not knowing if you could stand on your own. Tom breezed through the rest of the photos and interviews, all the while you tried to compose yourself, and failed miserably. God you were going to make a fool out of yourself if you didn’t get what you needed.

“Thank you all so much!” He yelled out to the crowd, waving at his fans as he began ti lead you inside. As you walked, the hand on the small of your back drifted lower until it barely grazed your ass. Your breath hitched and your skin flushed from the slight contact.

“I need to use the restroom.” You whispered as you made your way towards the ladies room. You burst through the door, glad to find it empty as you placed your hands on the counter and closed your eyes. You tried to focus on anything but Tom and his glorious hands and how it would feel to have one around your throat and the other down your lacy panties as he curled his fingers inside you.

You were so distracted by the thoughts inside your head you hadn’t even heard the door open before someone shut it and locked it behind them. You hadn’t realized Tom followed you into the bathroom until he was pulling you against him, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other going directly to your throat.

“Look at you, love. What’s got you so bothered? Hmm?” He asked as he raised your head to look at him through the mirror. His eyes had darkened to the point you couldn’t see a hint of his chocolate brown irises. When you didn’t answer he tightened his grip on your throat, causing you to gasp and close your eyes. “Answer me.” He growled in your ear and pressed himself against you harder. You were pleased to feel him already straining against his suit pants.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the mirror. “You.” You whispered, your voice dripping with need.

“What about me, darling?” He pushed himself into you again and you sighed in relief from the small amount of friction.

“Your hands.” You gulped, trying to form coherent words through your lusty haze.

“Hmm. Anything else?” He was smirking now. Cocky bastard.

“Your hands.” You repeated before adding, “Your fingers and the way you curl them inside me making me cum all over them before you fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“Is that what you want? You want me to choke you and fuck you with my fingers until you’re seeing stars?” His hips rutted into you once more and you arched your back pressing your round ass into his crotch. “Oh fuck-“ he closed his eyes for a second his head dropping to your shoulder as the feeling of you against him. In a split second he had you spun around and sinking to your knees as he began to undo his belt. “You’ve been a good girl but you still need to earn it.”

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” You as him even though it was obvious as he freed himself from his pants, his cock slapping up against his stomach. You looked up at him through your long eyelashes, waiting for an answer.

He growled and grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair back before bending at the waist and placed a bruising kiss to your lips. “You’re going to suck me off and then I’m going to ruin that tight little pussy of yours.” He yanked your head back towards his crotch and waited.

You took his impressive length in your hand running your manicured hand up and down, stroking him before sticking out your tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip. His tip was red and dripping with precum as you took him into your mouth, starting off slow. A sigh escaped Tom’s lips as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you hollowed out your cheeks. His hips rutted forward making you gag around him slightly.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned. He guided your head, working himself into your mouth as he picked up speed. He looked down at you, mouth stuffed with his cock, lip stick smeared and drool running down your chin. You were a sight to behold and he didn’t know how much longer he would last with you looking like you did, sucking his cock like you were. He could feel himself getting close but he refused to finish in your mouth. No, he had other plans for that. He pulled you off of him with a pop and pulled you back up to your feet. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes before spinning you around and pressed your front to the hard granite counter.

“Are you wet for me?” Tom asked as he slipped his hands beneath your dress, fingers dipping into your lacy underwear. “Always so responsive.” He groaned as he slid his fingers through your wet folds, his thumb begging to circle your clit. He dipped two large fingers into your center and you gasped, hands gripping the counter in front of you.

“Oh god, Tom.” You moaned out, closing your eyes.

Tom stopped his movements, fingers still knuckle deep inside you. “What’s my name?” He asked threateningly.

You whimpered, trying to move your hips to grind yourself against his hand but the firm grip on your waist stopped you. “Daddy, please.” You whined.

His fingers started their sinful ministrations once again. “That’s my good girl. Are you going to cum on my fingers?” You nodded your head, afraid if you opened your mouth a loud moan would escape and the people outside would hear exactly what was going on inside the bathroom. The knot in your stomach was working itself tighter and tighter and you didn’t know how much longer you would last, but you knew better than to cum without permission.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel.” And with that the band snapped and you were clenching around his fingers, hand covering your own mouth to keep from making too much noise. Tom slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop until he had worked you through your orgasm and your body relaxed.

Tom gave you no time to recover before he hiked your dress up, material bunched up in his fist as he pulled your panties to the side and began to slide his thick head through your folds.

“Please.” You whined, needing him inside you stretching you out.

“Please what, pretty girl?” He asked, a slight sheen of sweat collect on his forehead as he tried to restrain himself. He needed you to answer quickly because he could feel his self control slipping so he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that had you gasping and biting your lip.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You moaned out, loving the friction from his head bumping into your bundle of nerves but it wasn’t enough. “Need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

Tom wasted no time slamming into you stretching you out fully as he bottomed out. A groan slipped past his lips at the feel of your velvety walls pulling him in. He began to move not being able to hold still any longer.

“You’re so tight. Fuck- I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you can’t think straight.” You moaned out at the filthy words leaving his lips.

Tom reached around and began to run fast circles over your bundle of nerves and it wasn’t long before you were once again climbing to another sweet release.

“Are you close? I can feel you gripping me, love.” You could no longer form coherent thoughts or words thanks to his harsh thrusts so you nodded your head and bit your lip to suppress another moan. Tom’s fingers found their way into your hair, gripping the strands and yanked your head back as he continued to pound into you from behind.

“Open your eyes, darling. I want you to watch yourself as you cum around my cock.” Your eyes fluttered open and you took in your reflection. You looked completely fucked out. After all the hours of work spent on hair and makeup you and Tom had managed to ruin it in no less than twenty minutes. Your mascara was smeared, tears running down from the corner of your eyes due to overstimulation, and lipstick was smeared along the corners of your mouth.

Tom increased the pressure on your clit and angled his hips to drive into you even deeper than before. You ran your hands along the counter searching for anything to grip onto. The knot in your lower stomach was growing tighter and tighter and with a few more expert thrusts you were cumming.

“Oh fuck, Tom, FUCK!” You shouted, you were sure that someone has heard you now as the knob to the door begins to jiggle and there is a light knock but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“That’s my good girl. You did so well-fuck- I’m gonna cum.” Tom’s thrusts became sloppy before he buried himself to the hilt and coated your walls with a final moan.

He pulled out and grabbed a paper towel and cleaned you up before pulling your dress back down and placing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. You took the time to fix your hair and makeup and look halfway decent once more as Tom tucked himself away and fixed his suit. “We should probably get back before anyone notices we’re missing.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips and forehead before grabbing your hand and leading you to the door.

Tom unlocked the door and nearly ran straight into Zendaya who’s hand was raised to knock on the door. It took her a second to realize what she was seeing but when she did she rolled her eyes at the two of you.

“Seriously?! I’ve been looking for you two for forever and you’ve been having sex in the bathroom? You guys seriously can’t keep your hands to yourself for a few hours can you?” She scolded the two of you with her arms crossed.

“Sorry, Daya.” You spoke sheepishly, unlike Tom who looked smug, you had the decency to at least act ashamed.

Zendaya’s shoulders dropped and she smiled taking your hand and pulling you back to the bathroom. “Let’s get you fixed up, you’re a mess.”

You turned to look at Tom who gave you a tap on the ass and sent you a sly wink.

“I’ll see you in a bit, darling.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader

[holllandtrash]

I really have a thing for secret relationships for some reason, so maybe Lewis’s relationship with some pop star or famous actress being outed?

Okay back on my blurb bullshit before i call it a night

this is on par with tonight's met gala butttt you're an actress, you've been dating lewis for almost a year now but you've been keeping busy and working on projects, HOWEVER you're in new york, you're attending the met gala and god damn do you look fucking good

now, you've def been seen at some races before and fans have speculated that you're dating a driver but you and lewis are so private that there's no trace of you two being together anywhere

so anyway you show up the met gala dressed to the fucking nines and who do you run into but danny fucking ricciardo and you know him, of course you know him. the drivers know you're dating lewis its not a secret from them, and there are so many celebs at the met gala its not weird that you would run into a lot that you know (danny being one of them)

so you don't think anything of it when you go up to him and give him a hug and catch up quickly on the carpet and some paparazzi's are like 'y/n!!! danny!! over here! smile!!' and what are you gonna do? say no?? danny's a friend, he's your boyfriends friend too so you pose together

and your first thought is oh god twitter is going to have a field day with these photos. everyone is going to assume you're dating.

and there's been rumours of you dating costars before but as you're smile you're already thinking of ways to put the danny rumours to rest that haven't even started yet, that's where your mind is, you're thinking ahead. you're not in the present.

which means your reaction time wasn't fast enough to stop daniel when he opened his mouth to ask "where's lewis tonight?"

he sees your face, the brief moment of panic and daniel knows he slipped up, he knows he shouldn't have asked that. you obviously don't answer that question because there's about 30 cameras on you, some with mic's and some that undoubtedly picked up on him asking you where the 8 7 time world champion lewis hamilton is.

so you just smile and step away from daniel. the best solution is to just say nothing. daniel nods, fixes his tie and you both go your separate ways.

but oh man does the internet work fast

it's not even two minutes later when your assistant, bless her soul, approaches you hesitantly and whispers in your ear that the specific clip of daniel asking where lewis is is now spreading like wildfire on twitter. and you ask if it's obvious what he's saying and sadly, it is. the audio isn't the best but there's no denying that lewis' name came out of daniel's mouth

this was not how you wanted to go public. in fact, you and lewis never really discussed how it would happen, but daniel ricciardo not thinking before he spoke was certainly never part of the plan.

of course you're panicking, you don't know how lewis is going to react, if he's been told what's going on. he is in miami, it's not like he's somewhere across the world already asleep, there's a chance he too has already seen the clip

when your assistant finds you again before she leaves you for the dinner portion of the evening, she doesn't look stressed, even though you feel stressed.

"what?" you ask, pulling her aside. "have you talked to lewis? is he mad at danny?"

she just shakes her head and opens up instagram. it takes way too long for the content to load but doesn't that always seem to happen in these dire moments where you feel disgustingly sick and have no patience?

finally, she opens up lewis' instagram stories. and right there, the only image he's shared today is one of you taken only minutes ago as you posed on the carpet alone, with what he would say an angelic smile and a devilish stare that could do more harm than good.

and it was impossible to miss the two heart emoji's he added

he heard seen the clip after all and decided to run with it. no sense in hiding the relationship anymore. if anything, lewis was probably thanking his lucky stars that daniel said something because he's been waiting for the perfect opportunity to show you off

the next time someone brings up lewis tonight, you don't shy away from answering

#driver scenarios with em

[theehorsepusssy]

i fucked this sadist guy when i was 17/18 but i fell for his soft spot but then he knocked up this girl and that was a decade ago and i had a sex dream about him the other day so i texted him and he texted me back and seemed pleasant surprised that i had contacted him and we had a nice chat but he's still with his baby mama but i wannnnt um to flirt with him more what should i do he hasn't responded to my last text,. should i text him again or leave it alone, my costar account said "don't love triangles" but i adore him and i know he has a soft spot for me idk i don't wanna be a home wrecker but i'm 🤤 bout him

Ugh. I hate kids. I'd be suspicious of how good a fuck he may be presently cuz getting a chick knocked up and doing that baby mama/baby daddy thing is just messy from every angle......But maybe he has been reserving all that good fuck energy cuz he's stuck. I see your conundrum. I'm usually all about getting that dick but I'd say anticipate a mess after.

[ddejavvu]

I don't know if this is how I'm supposed to do it, but can I request Scallops? With a side of Eddie Munson x reader and a dialogue of: "You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way."

combined with: hiii! may i please have an order of blueberry muffin with eddie and it’s about him supporting his girl who’s in a musical? it could be a play for mamma mia or west side story. and it just him helping her through rehearsals, easing her nerves, bringing her food and flowers, cheering the loudest during the show despite hating the fact she has to kiss another man lol. any scenario you want! this is just me trying to comfort myself bc my play is in a month hehe. ty lovie!

enjoy! <33

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Striding down the darkened backstage hallway, you finally understand how Eddie feels. He's constantly a presence, the chains on his belt jingle when he walks, his boots thump hard against the ground, his hair bounces around his shoulders. The costume dress you have on rustles relentlessly at every step you take, and your thick heels click against the floor no matter how soft of a step you take. You finally reach your chair, a half-drunk coffee already propped on a side table next to it. Even though you'd just acknowledged the constant noise Eddie makes when he walks, you don't register the clanking of his chains or the thumping of his boots as you pick up your now-cold coffee, settling into your chair. You only know he's there when his hands wind around your shoulders, and his voice makes you jump.

"Boo."

"Jesus," You hiss, heart racing, "Eddie, why'd you sneak up on me like that?"

"Because it's fun," He insists, a fresh, hot coffee in hand that he passes to you, "And you deserve a laugh in between everyone yelling at you."

"I'm so sick of this," You groan, the stress of opening night tight in your shoulders that Eddie promptly massages away, "I had to run from the hair and makeup guy three times today! Three times!"

"I told him to leave you alone," Eddie scoffs, poking at your perfectly-rouged cheek, "You look stunning, babe."

You ignore his compliments, far from in the mood to be happy about anything, and continued to groan, "I'm sure you're fuckin' sick of this, too."

"Sick of what?" You hear confusion clear in Eddie's voice, his fingers still digging roughly into the knots of muscles in your back.

"Of coming here, of bringing me coffee and lunch, of hearing the same four songs over and over and over again because for some fucking reason it's never good enough the first time, of-"

"Hey, hey, woah! You think I'm sick of it?" Eddie's hands freeze on your shoulders, then drop to his sides as he comes around to the front of the chair to face you. Your brows furrow inquisitively at him, and he huffs at your genuine confusion.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sick of it. I love supporting you, I wouldn't have it any other way! Well," He glances to the side, your costar's chair beside you, "Maybe if I could rewrite things a bit I wouldn't have that dickhead makin' moves on 'ya every day. But other than that, really, I love it."

"You do?" Your eyes are shimmering with such heartbreaking hope that it tears Eddie's heart from his chest. He can feel a gaping hole where it once was, and tries filling it by kissing your forehead, delicately so that he doesn't smudge your makeup.

"Of course I do," He croons, his teeth glinting in the low light of the hallway, his grin widening at the sweet sound of your voice, "I'm like your little assistant, babe, I'm at your beckon call."

"But don't you get tired of it?"

"Tired of seeing you? Tired of eating lunch with you? Tired of hearing you sing?" He raises an eyebrow at you, then doubles down, "Never."

"No, I just- aren't you tired of having to do all that stuff?" You cock your head to the side, a ribbon in your hair shifting at the movement.

"I don't have to." Eddie reminds you, chucking your old, cold coffee into a garbage can, "I could let my girl starve if I really wanted to. But I'd rather you be alive, so I don't."

"Eddie.." You start, a protest already on the tip of your tongue, but he swats at your shoulder.

"Stop," He warns, "No more shit-talking this. You're gonna perform, and goddammit, you're gonna be happy about it."

"Fine," You huff, letting the smallest of smiles slip over your lips, "But you'd better bring me flowers after the show."

"I'll bring you flowers after every show," Eddie promises, his smile widening as yours blossoms, "Only the best for my superstar."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #ddejavvu's 10k dinner party !!

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S2E02: Ancient Tribes

This episode, we are reintroduced to Peter Schibetta. Knowing that he sort of plays a bigger role in the season, it’s kind of interesting to remember he he comes onto the scene. That is, I feel like he’s introduced in a way similar to Ortolani, where you think he’s going to make moves in Oz but he never really ends up reaching that height. In any case, Sister wasn’t too impressed with “Mr Mole Jr” (funnily, Busmalis gets introduced in this episode also).

This episode saw a lot of predictions by Sister and I have to confess that her silly, unhinged rambling over my shoulder somewhat distracted me from reflecting on the actual episode. This fun in this is that the Miguel arc for this episode usually pisses me the fuck off (on his behalf), but tonight, that frustration was traded for a laughter-induced headache instead. On the other hand, I don’t really have any of my own big takeaways for this episode. I feel like, carrying on from last episode, it was pretty enjoyable and things still felt fresh. If I recall correctly, one of the things in season 2 that sort of drags for me is the Whittlesey/McManus drama, but there wasn’t much of that in this episode.

(Augustus's Beecher panic) Sister: ... I don't know. It's not like he's a snake slithering around under the covers looking for something to bite off...

Sister: Oh no! A pedophile!

Sister: McMonald's

Sister: I know that one! They (the rat shit) costarred in the Invasion of the Body Snatchers! (She watched the movie with me the other night, which inspired my Oz AU... although, sadly she has no idea who Chico is yet, so I can't explain my whole idea to her)

Schillinger: Yes :) Sister: That's his racism coming back

Nothing really: Sister just really enjoyed the way Miguel was sitting like "a posh Italian mother, prone to gossip" here ("He's got those West Side Story ankles")

Sister: Oooh you're messing up your parole! She's got this on tape!

Continuing her perceptive predictions, Sister correctly guessed that something had happened to Glynn's child to put them in the hospital when his wife called. Then, to cover her bases, she went on to predict that Glynn and Mukada were having an affair due to the fact that Glynn said he'd call his wife back and also because Mukada came out of Glynn's office with a sweater that was "clearly" not his.

Sister's deranged commentary soon transformed into conspiracies about a torrid office romance love triangle between Glynn (CEO archetype), Miguel (ingénue), and Mukada (jilted/yesterday's news). Truly the delusional babbling of a madwoman, but as I said, where usually the bit where Glynn makes Miguel miss his visit with his family pisses me off, I stopped breathing a couple times from laughter.

The only times that Sister paused in her mutterings about how everything was a Sign™ of the Plot™ was when Miguel talked to Sara, at which point she hissed "Don't look at her! Leave her alone, she has work to do!"

Sister:

Sister: THE LOVE TRIANGLE!!!

(^ Literally she said "I'm like Lucifer right now" and when I looked over my shoulder she was doing these hands. She is an adult woman btw) (We are twins)

Sister (offhandedly) (knows nothing): I don't care for this romance. Me, thinking: You don't even knowwwwwwww....

Stray Thoughts:

A huge miss in terms of predictions: When she saw Poet this episode, she predicted that he would die. I think this is mainly because she did not recognise him from last season, as he had cut his hair.

"10 months away has de-aged O'Reily and made [Adebisi] look learnèd... but not that learnèd"

Sister thinks Sister Pete is delusional (in terms of having high confidence and poor insight into her patients)

Tears streaming down both of our faces as Sister theorised that Glynn must have really blown up his personal bathroom if visiting hours were already over by the time Miguel finished cleaning it

Sister said that Miguel getting dressed reminded her of one of those tasteful sort of voyeuristic vintage male pin up-type illustrations. We Google image searched for several minutes but failed to find exactly what she was referencing (a great disappointment to all).

Me: Any final thoughts for this episode? Sister: Hmm... I feel like it seemed like a Valentine's episode Me: That's because you made up romantic side plots throughout most of it.... Sister: Hmm... How many butts did we see? I feel like we saw a lot of butts this episode... We saw Mr One-eye's butt (Schillinger)... we saw flashback Nazi butt (Beecher)... we saw Miguel's butt 🤗 *raises hands as if cupping*

#text #oz rewatch #oz hbo

[anamandabynes]

Dan Schneider’s Disgusting Nickelodeon Empire

The goo, roughly the consistency of an egg white, was being squirted repeatedly on the teen actor Jamie Lynn Spears' face. Spears was shooting an episode of Nickelodeon's Zoey 101 in which a costar accidentally sprays her with a yellowish-green liquid candy called a "goo pop." But Dan Schneider, the show's meticulous creator, found problems with every take, Spears' costar Alexa Nikolas recalled, making a crew member squirt the syringe of goo at Spears over and over again.

Then, in one take, the slime hit Spears squarely on her forehead, dripping down her face and mouth.Schneider started laughing hysterically, Nikolas said. Others laughed as well, including Spears' mother, who was on set at the time. Nikolas said she heard one of her male teenage castmates say, "It's like a cum shot.

"That was the shot that made it into the show."We're talking about a minor," Nikolas said. "I think Jamie was 13, and they're squirting stuff on her face to make it look a certain way."

At the time, around 2004, Schneider was on his way to becoming one of the most powerful people at Nickelodeon. Schneider joined the network in 1993 as a writer on All That.

His first series, The Amanda Show, starring Amanda Bynes, established his brand of kid-friendly slapstick comedy. Subsequent hits like Zoey 101, iCarly, and Victorious helped turn Nickelodeon into a powerhouse, leading The New York Times to crown Schneider "the Norman Lear of children's television."

A heavyset former child star with a round face and rumpled button-downs, Schneider was obsessively hands-on as the creator, executive producer, and writer on his shows, according to his cast and crew. He maintained a constant presence on the set, chatting with teenage casts for hours after filming ended. Winning Schneider over could be a career-making move; he was known to craft bigger roles and even new series for his favorites."

He was what every kid star wanted," said Nikolas, who played Nicole Bristow on Zoey 101. "They wanted to be on his show." Nikolas said Schneider could be volatile and described the on-set environment as "traumatizing." Once, Britney Spears intervened in the contentious relationship between Nikolas and Jamie Lynn Spears. Nikolas said the pop star screamed at and berated her, leaving her sobbing in the fetal position. Schneider set up a meeting to discuss the situation. Nikolas remembers being summoned into a large conference room with Nickelodeon executives, alone. Nikolas, who was 13 at the time, said Schneider started yelling at her, telling her it was "not called 'Nicole 101'; it's called 'Zoey 101.'" She recalled silently crying, as executives nodded along to Schneider's tirade.

Afterward, Nikolas told her mother she wanted to quit Zoey 101. Her mother demanded that Nickelodeon release Nikolas from her contract, and less than a week later, she was off the show."I was so happy to get out of there," Nikolas said. "It was the best day of my fucking life."

Writers and crew members had their own problems with Schneider. Six writers described working for him as a double-edged sword. On the one hand, the success of Schneider's shows provided rare stability in a chaotic industry. On the other, he regularly demanded 14-plus-hour days and expected writers and crew members to be available "24 hours a day, seven days a week," a former writer said.

A writer who worked with Schneider for years said that when he finally quit, the creator tried to erase his name from unaired episodes before being told it was impossible and illegal to do so.

"If you were in his favor, work was joyful and fun," Christy Stratton, a writer for The Amanda Show, said. "But if you upset him — even unintentionally — he would burn you to the ground."

Female writers suffered their own particular brand of indignity.While many of Schneider's leading actors were teenage girls, including Jamie Lynn Spears, Ariana Grande, and Miranda Cosgrove. Schneider once "openly stated he didn't like having female writers in the writers room" and rarely hired them, a longtime Nickelodeon writer said. None of Schneider's shows credited more than two female writers in the entirety of their runs; Zoey 101 and Drake & Josh had zero.

Kayla Alpert said that on her first day writing for All That, Schneider declared that women were not funny and dared her to name a single funny woman. "It speaks to something very dark and very wrong," Alpert said.

In 2000, Jenny Kilgen, one of two female writers on The Amanda Show at the time, accused Storybook Productions — the production company for the series — of gender discrimination and of creating a hostile work environment, two people with direct knowledge of the claim told Insider. Schneider was not named as a party, but during the mediation proceedings Kilgen said she was uncomfortable with Schneider's repeated requests for massages, according to the two people.

As part of the mediation, the other female writer on The Amanda Show wrote a letter, which Insider viewed, in which she said Schneider asked her and Kilgen to perform embarrassing activities for money and to massage his shoulders. The writer wrote that Schneider once pressured her into simulating "being sodomized" while she was telling a story about high school, to her embarrassment.

The case was settled out of court for an undisclosed amount, the two people said, and Kilgen left the television industry. When contacted by Insider, Kilgen declined to comment.

Schneider was known to hug female crew members for extended periods "as a joke," making people uncomfortable, two crew members said. Numerous Nickelodeon staffers said Schneider asked for massages from adult female colleagues throughout his time at the network. Kerry Mellin, who worked as a costumer on Schneider's shows for 14 years, and another costumer said Schneider received weekly massages from a third member of the costume team. Both said Schneider would ask the woman to reach under his shirt to massage him. The person close to Schneider said Schneider "regrets ever asking anyone and agrees it was not appropriate, even though it only happened in public settings."

"It was humiliating to observe a respected colleague having to do this," Mellin said. Schneider's power at Nickelodeon meant his shows continued to be greenlighted despite allegations that he created a hostile work environment. It also meant he could push the envelope more than your typical show creator, some people who worked with him said. One writer recalled Schneider receiving an email with a few minor notes from Nickelodeon's standards department. Schneider displayed the email on a large monitor in the writers room. Instead of addressing concerns, the writer said, Schneider responded point by point with gibberish — writing "flippity floo" and "flippity flam" — to "make this big show of thumbing his nose at the network." On-set employees rarely pushed back against Schneider, another writer said, because "you just didn't cross Dan — he was a really scary presence."

And while the network had a multitiered system to review content before it aired, some said it did not always succeed in preventing footage that could be viewed as inappropriate.Two people recalled Schneider fighting with Nickelodeon over teenage actresses' costumes on "Victorious," with Schneider — who signed off on all outfits — campaigning for the skimpier options. Some who worked on Schneider's show "Victorious" said they were uncomfortable with scenes they felt were overly sexual, such as a sketch in which cast members rubbed food on the exposed midriff of Victoria Justice.

In one battle, the network thought a skirt for Justice, then 17, was too short, while Schneider thought it was perfect, according to a writer and the costumer Kerry Mellin. The writer said Nickelodeon and Schneider compromised by making the skirt "3 inches longer." Daniella Monet, who started filming "Victorious" when she was 18, making her the eldest of the teenage cast members, told Insider some of the actors' outfits were "not age appropriate." "I wouldn't even wear some of that today as an adult," Monet added.

Swimwear was also a contested topic, a different writer said, as Schneider campaigned for teen actresses to wear "whatever was the most revealing." In her memoir, McCurdy wrote that she was pressured to wear a bikini on iCarly, with the head of wardrobe telling her The Creator explicitly asked for two-piece swimsuits.

The person close to Schneider said all costumes "were seen and approved by dozens of people, including the parents of the actors, and the state-licensed teachers on set." Mellin said that no one would force child actors to wear outfits if they voiced discomfort and that she did not feel Nickelodeon sexualized child actors more than other shows did. However, she said, people were reluctant to voice concerns to Schneider because they wanted to keep their jobs. "It's an imbalance of power," Mellin said. "Jennette felt it, the designer felt it, I felt it, all of us feel it."

Innuendo is not uncommon on children's television; the person close to Schneider said Schneider would "include some jokes intended for the parents." But four writers and crew members said Schneider proposed scenes they felt were overly sexual for teenagers on a children's show. A video showing scenes from Grande's time on Victorious went viral this summer; it includes several shots of Grande putting her big toe in her mouth, as well as pouring water on herself as she hangs upside down on her bed. One scene shows Grande with her eyes closed, moaning and squeezing a potato in both hands, begging it to "give up the juice." The sketch, as well as the ones involving Grande's nibbling her toe and pouring water on herself, is from a series of online extras that a database from Writers Guild of America West credits Schneider with writing.

Two writers said Schneider was almost singularly responsible for this online content, which they felt could sometimes be inappropriate, especially in the early seasons of Victorious when the Grande sketches were filmed. One said writers "largely avoided set when the web shows were being shot because they were largely very cringe."

The longtime Nickelodeon writer recalled feeling uncomfortable with another online extra in which the cast rubbed food on Victoria Justice's exposed midriff, turning her "into a hamburger" and squirting her with condiments. Monet said that after filming a Victorious scene in which she ate a pickle while applying lip gloss, she reached out to the network to express concern that it may be too sexual to air. The network aired it anyway.

Monet emphasized that Schneider is not the only one to blame. The network, as well as the department of standards and practices, had to sign off on everything. Monet added that Schneider's male-dominated writers rooms could result in some hypersexualized content. Most of Victorious, Monet said, was "very PC, funny, silly, friendly, chill.""But once in a while," she said, there'd be a moment like the pickle scene. "Do I wish certain things, like, didn't have to be so sexualized?" Monet said. "Yeah. A hundred percent."

For years Schneider's behavior went unchecked by Nickelodeon as he created hit after hit. Then, in 2013, Nickelodeon launched an investigation into inappropriate behavior on the set of Sam & Cat after complaints from McCurdy and Grande about a producer on the show, someone with knowledge of the investigation said. They said the investigation concluded that Schneider had contributed to the "toxicity."

McCurdy wrote in her memoir that The Creator was "no longer allowed to be on set with any actors." Two people who worked at Nickelodeon at the time corroborated this to Insider. Russell Hicks, who was Nickelodeon's president of content and production, said Schneider "was the shoulder" young stars "cried on when something happened to them." Hicks added that Schneider "understood what they were going through."

Curdy wrote that The Creator was confined to a "small cave-like room off to the side of the soundstage, surrounded by piles of cold cuts, his favorite snack, and Kids' Choice Awards blimps, his most cherished life accomplishment." An assistant director had to run across the soundstage to give notes, McCurdy wrote, extending shoot days to 17 hours from about 13.

Sam & Cat was canceled in 2014. Schneider went on to create two more shows with Nickelodeon: the tween sitcom Game Shakers and a superhero series called Henry Danger.

But online rumors of Schneider's supposed misdeeds became so widespread in late 2017 and early 2018 that Nickelodeon's parent company, ViacomCBS (now Paramount Global), launched another internal investigation into Schneider's "alleged sexual behavior," someone with knowledge of the investigation told Insider. The investigation found no evidence of sexual misconduct but did conclude Schneider could be verbally abusive. ViacomCBS cut ties with Schneider in 2018. ViacomCBS executives who flew to Los Angeles to tell Schneider the news were anxious he might retaliate, the same person said.

In 2019, Nikolas, who had been speaking out about her negative experiences at Nickelodeon, said she was contacted by a lawyer for Schneider's production company, Schneider's Bakery. The lawyer said he and Schneider would love to have a conversation and reach "an agreement" with her, Nikolas recalled. She said she turned the lawyer down.

"I know for a fact that guy's a creep," Nikolas said she told the lawyer. The person close to Schneider said a representative called Nikolas to tell her that she "could get into legal trouble for making false accusations about someone (in this case, Dan) — even if vague."

Schneider disappeared from the public eye for three years, but he resurfaced in a 2021 Times profile about his absence from children's television. The Times broke the news that Nickelodeon had investigated Schneider in 2018 before cutting ties with him. But many felt that the profile — in which a smiling Schneider, photographed reclining under a tree, teased a comeback, saying he had written and sold a pilot to an unnamed network — read like a puff piece. Liz Feldman, who wrote on "All That" as a teenager and is now the showrunner for Netflix's "Dead to Me," replied to a tweet about the article, writing:

"I worked for Schneider 25 yrs ago. I can confirm inappropriate behavior was happening even then. #metoo."

Feldman declined to speak with Insider about Schneider. Schneider maintains good relationships with many former stars, including Sean Flynn of Zoey 101 and Lisa Foiles of All That. Former Nickelodeon actors say he also remains close with Grande, the most successful of the actors he plucked from obscurity, even attending one of the pop star's concerts in 2019 at her invitation. "I love Dan Schneider," Foiles said. "He is a magic man. I think you can tell when something has had the Dan Schneider touch. He just has this level of comedic timing." Schneider's pilot still hasn't aired. Some who worked with him said it seemed unlikely that any network would hire him after the publication of McCurdy's memoir. He's spent the past year singing the praises of his former stars online, wishing them happy birthday on Facebook, congratulating Leon Thomas of Victorious on making Forbes' 30 Under 30 list, and watching Grande on The Voice. But since the publication of McCurdy's memoir, he's gone dark on social media. He hasn't publicly responded to McCurdy's veiled allegations. Some are optimistic that McCurdy's book will have a domino effect bringing more to light about Schneider and Nickelodeon. Alpert hopes a reexamination of Schneider's behavior draws attention to other "toxic male bosses" who have thrived in Hollywood. She said executives had long let bad behavior slide because so much money was at stake. Nikolas recently held a protest outside Nickelodeon's headquarters calling for the entertainment industry to better protect child actors.

”He's not a good guy," Nikolas said of Schneider, adding that countless kids have trauma because of him. "And Nickelodeon was just letting it happen."

#amanda bynes #dan schneider #the amanda show #All that

[whattheklance]

Another Klance prompt

BL dramas are such a resource that keeps my ship alive

Keith= BL screenwriter

Lance= BL actor

Keith is a seasoned screenwriter for popular BL series. He started by writing a novel that was adapted to screen, and became a runaway hit. From there he got more involved in production until he was hired by a company.

He both came up with concepts for new shows and wrote episodes himself. He also helped handpick books and comics to be adapted into series.

He is seen as a bit of a guru when it comes to the BL genre. His audiences are excited for his next work. Now Keith usually sits in on every casting session for one of his shows, but tests positive for Covid the day before. He sits in via zoom but the reception is poor and pixelated. It doesn't help that he's drowsy with a fever.

As a result his responses are delayed to the point that the team misunderstands who he votes for, for the roles he's "awake" to see.

It isn't until he shows up at the first table read that Keith learns he "voted" for this Lance person to be one of the leads.

Cue Keith's over exaggerated facial expressions and carefully chosen, awkward phrasing, to pretend he knowingly choose Lance until he can get the director alone to interrogate her.

Lance is silly and overdramatic and totally does not fit Keith's vision for the serious mafia thug he's supposed to be. He jokes around, pushing the limits of everyone around him, cast and crew alike. Even his costar seems to be merely tolerating him.

Keith almost snaps when Lance is leaving and throws a cheesy pickup line his way with a smirk.

***

"This can't work." Keith later told his fellow writers with no formalities. "He's all wrong."

Everyone around him exchanged looks and absorbed his words

"I know today went--"

"Awful. Just say it. He was awful"

"--different than expected"

"Are you defending him?!? "

"But you said so yourself" the director chimed in "you don't remember his audition"

Keith closed his eyes and pressed a finger to his temple. "This isn't happening."

"Lance is unique, sure, but I think he might surprise you."

***

Lance was a super concentrated version of himself in the first reading. He did it on purpose. Partly to have fun, partly to test everybody because he had a calculating side.

That one writer, tall (not as tall as Lance), dark (the hair at least), and handsome (that's a given). He might be fun to play with, Lance thought. He had the most interesting reactions of everyone.

***

We have Keith,the successful brooding writer who thinks Lance isn't good enough. We have Lance who is a budding actor, mostly in comedies but this is his first starring role in a drama.

Lance hams it up to play with people's expectations, but the second table read he shocks everyone when he reacts to someone conversationally, but in character.

Director:"let's take it from the top, and Lance, try to take this seriously"

"you think I'm not serious? I'll be serious when I'm fucking you up. "

Silence. Everyone was looking in his direction. His voice was stone cold and low.

Keith could feel his pulse in his throat. What was going on?

"At least that's what they think I'm saying to you. They can't hear us right now. So count yourself lucky that I'm on your side."

His lines. Lance was reciting his lines from the opening scene. Not a single person had realized it at first and all of them thought Lance himself was saying it to the director. The collective whiplash in the room threw everyone for a loop and the actors scrambled to the part of the script where he was.

The read through continued from there and it might have been the most successful table read Keith had ever sat in on.

Lance already had his lines memorized. Not even his costar was that far. The first time through Lance didn't break character once, even as others stumbled or missed cues.

Keith's heart rate never slowed down after the initial shock Lance brought to the room. Who was this guy?

#Klance #my prompt #Voltron #vld #Voltron legendary defender #always feel free to use. i can set up the stories but can bring you the stories

[spicywhenspeaking]

Star-Crossed Connection: Chapter One

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Nick Folio x Original Female Character

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

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FLASH Seraphina! Seraphina!!  Right here!” FLASH

FLASH Seraphine! Hey! Let’s see a smile over here!”  FLASH

FLASH Seraphina! How are you feeling after the breakup?!”  FLASH

“Have you seen Conner's latest tweets? What do you have to say about him calling you a spoiled brat? and a controlling alcoholic?” 

FLASH FLASH 

The nonstop lights flashing in my face and the condescending questions have me feeling irate. I’m just trying to get to my fucking car. “No! I actually didn’t see his tweets! I could care less what he has to say and you can fucking quote me on that!” I yell back at the paparazzi as I climb into my car and slam the door as they continue clicking pictures over and over again. 

Ugh, I’m never getting away from this embarrassment. The stupid video was a drunken fight with Conner, my on-again-off-again boyfriend of the last year and a half. That fight ended up with us wanting to never speak to each other again.

Unfortunately, he’s my co-star in the movie we just made and we have loads of scheduled press to do along with a week-long film festival in snowy Colorado. I need to figure something out quickly, no way am I showing up to that alone. Conner Frank is a lot of things, talented, gorgeous, charming, but he’s also a petty douche. He’s been subtweeting like a dejected teenage boy since the video leaked. I look like such a primadonna, crying outside of a party sloppy drunk, and yelling at Conner about flirting with some other girl.

I looked like a wild woman, my makeup was smeared and my outfit was barely hanging on my body, he looked like an innocent bystander being berated by a drunkard. But I'm not exaggerating when I say he and this girl were hanging all over each other.

We had gone to the party together and this girl was in his fucking lap, if I had been sober? Maybe I would have handled it better. Instead, there's video evidence of me yanking her off of him and dragging him outside to hurl insults at him and cry about how he doesn’t love me anymore. And just my luck about forty people were video taping it on their phones. It was all over the news the next day, DailyMail, E!, TMZ, my hometown news station even talked about it. Ugh, and now the fucking paparazzi won't leave me alone.

I managed to get out of the parking lot without much hassle. The paparazzi have always been relentless, but I guess they have some regard for their own lives. They moved out of the way pretty fast before they met the underside of my vintage Bronco. My dad practically rebuilt the whole car, It’s all I have left of him since he died five years ago. He was a firefighter and died in a house fire after saving a family of five. I miss him a lot, I’m thankful that I have the memories of fixing up this car together.

 Pulling onto the road I roll down my windows and turn up the radio. “Coming up next we have a band that’s taking over the rock charts with their new single, here’s Bad Omens with Just Pretend,” the radio DJ says as the song begins to play. I’ve never heard of Bad Omens before but I like this station so I’ll check it out. 

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins

I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out?

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out? 

(I might have to let you go)

“Oh shit, this is pretty good,” I mumble to myself as the song plays on and I turn the volume up louder. 

I can wait for you at the bottom

I can stay away if you want me to

I could wait for years if I gotta

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

We'll try again

When we're not so different

We will make amends

'Til then I'll just pretend

I listen to the rest of the song and make a mental note to listen to more of their music when I get home. I’m on my way to meet my manager, Alyssa, and my assistant, Jules, for lunch to discuss what next steps I want to take with my career and how to get out of this stupid embarrassing viral expose of my life. 

When I arrive at the cafe where I agreed to meet Alyssa and Jules there is a bit of a commotion but thankfully the manager at the restaurant doesn’t allow the paparazzi inside. Once settled into a corner booth I sigh exasperated. “I am so done with this fiasco, I need an image revamp immediately,” I say to the two others at the table. “Well we can get you booked on Kelly’s show to talk about the movie, she’s great for positive press. Her clips on TikTok do really well.” Alyssa suggests. “Oh yeah, and you could do that karaoke game! People will hear your singing voice and forget all about this shit with Connor.” Jules adds. “I like the talk show idea but not the singing, let’s not forget how horribly received my single did a few years ago. Sometimes actors should just stick to acting. Myself included.” 

“What I need is a new guy, I need to make it seem like I could care less about Connors’s stupid comments and cheating. If I could find a hot, mysterious guy I could make myself look like the hot superstar I’m supposed to be.” 

God, If my dad could hear how fucking full of myself I sound he would throw me in the car and take me right back to grandmas ranch to get rid of this attitude. But I don’t know how else to survive in this world. It’s toxic to a core so I’ve just adapted to be toxic along with it. 

“What kind of guy?” they ask in unison. “What about Jacod Elordi, hes so dreamy,” Jules asks. “I think he’s dating that nepo baby whose mom went to jail.” Alyssa says as she scrolls through her Instagram feed, “What about this TikTok guy? Noah Beck? He’s a cutie.” she flips her phone to show me some photos but I’m unimpressed. “No, I don’t want some cookie-cutter Instagram hunk, I want someone cool and hot. Like….Like….like that guy over there.” 

I point off to the far side of the cafe where a group of guys is sitting at a table, I’m singling out the one with the baseball cap and red cut off shirt. “In between the two long-haired guys across from the one with the neck tattoo. That’s the guy.” I say, admiring his side profile. “Wait a guy like him? Or that guy? Just some random guy?” Jules questions and I don’t answer, I just scooch out of my seat and head over towards the boy’s table.

A few people notice me as I walk over and I offer a small smile. I reach the table where the four boys are seated and clear my throat to announce myself. They look up confused and I begin introducing myself, “Hi, I’m sorry this is kind of weird but I’m-” 

“Holy shit!! You’re Seraphina Holloway!" one of the long-haired guys says. "Haunted Drive-In is one of my favorite indie horror movies, you were so awesome in that! oh!, I’m Nicholas by the way, sorry for interrupting. This is Jolly,” He points across from him, “and Noah” who is sitting to his left, “and this is also Nick, but we call him Folio.” who is the last of them sitting on his right side. They all give a head nod of acknowledgment and Folio offers a little “hey.” 

“Hey! Nice to meet y’all. Wow, I can’t believe you saw that movie! It was one of my firsts but definitely a personal favorite. Goes to show that it’s not the budget that makes the movie, It’s all about writing and having a good director.” I start to ramble and remember the reason I came over. “So this is kind of random but I was wondering,” I turn to the guy he introduced as Folio, “if I could get you’re number?” 

He does a double-take between me and the rest of the guys almost like he’s making sure I’m talking to him. “Me?” he gestures to himself and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, you.” I giggle. “What? Are you not interested?” 

He eyes me up and down and shakes his head, “oh no, I’m definitely interested, Just surprised is all. Um but yes, my number, can I see your phone?” Nodding I hand him my unlocked phone and let him put in his contact information. “Listen are you busy tonight? Maybe we could go out for drinks?” I am never this forward and honestly, it feels kind of cool, but is it empowering or desperation? Shut up inner monologue. It can be both..right? 

“We actually have a show tonight, why don’t you come and we could do something after?” 

“A show? Oh, are yall a band?” I ask and the guy with the neck tattoo looks almost offended that I didn’t know. Like omg sorry but pretty much everyone in L.A. is in a band or some public access soap opera, sue me for not knowing them all. But Folio is the one who responds, “Yeah, Bad Omens, have you heard of us?”

Wow, if that isn’t cosmic intervention at work before my very eyes, “I just heard you guys on the radio! You guys are awesome, you’re playing tonight? Where?”

“Text me your info and I’ll send you some passes for the show”

“Okay, perf. Looking forward to it! Wow, so awesome meeting you guys. I will text you and see you guys tonight” I say with my pageant smile and while turning back towards my table almost completely run into a waitress.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I say throwing out my hands to keep them from crashing onto the floor, “Yes, I’m okay, it’s fine- oh my god! You’re Seraphina Holloway! Oh my god! Did they really cast you as Ferye in the live-action ACOTAR series, omg that’s my favorite book series, can we get a picture please?” 

Laughing I agree to the picture, “Thats just a rumor, but I would love to play Ferye, could you imagine? I’ll have to call my agent” I joke as we take the quick selfie and with one last wave to the table that was watching my whole interaction I head back to my table to quickly text Folio back with my contact info.

“Sooo? How did it go?” Allyssa asks and her and Jules both lean in to get the details. “Well.. It looks like we’re going to a concert tonight girl!” I say and turn my phone to show the three backstage all-access tickets he just sent over. 

Later that evening the three of us are outside the venue preparing to show our passes. “Wow, I’m so glad we became friends in middle school, movie premies all over the world, free stuff, and now VIP concert tickets. We did good Jules” Allysa says high-fiving Jules and I roll my eyes. “Wow, so that’s all I’m good for now? Free stuff and access to shows and movies?” I joke and we all laugh.

“No no, of course not. You also offer amazing medical benefits.” That makes me burst out laughing. I’ve known Allyssa and Jules since the sixth grade and when my acting career started talking off the choice between some random Hollywood leech and my best friends helping me out I went with my friends and It’s been such an amazing journey so far. Besides the current shit-storm, I’ve found myself in. But, that’s all on me. 

We make it into the venue and head towards the VIP area a few minutes before the opening band goes on. The music is cool and different from what I typically listen to. 

When Bad Omens finally takes the stage I’m transfixed, the show they put on is electric and so fucking fun. I can’t keep my eyes off Folio, he’s a drummer, so hot. Their music is great, the song on the radio was such a gentle introduction to them, they have some really headbanging stuff and I never thought I could be so turned on by someone banging against a drum kit for an hour.

Folio had texted me earlier to wait for them at the backstage exit so when he was done with the show and showered we could head out to hang out. 

When he and the other guys exited he waved and they walked towards us, “the guys are going to the Dave & Busters down the road if your friends want to join? I thought we could take a ride to a coffee spot by the pier” he asks me and I almost swoon on the spot. “That sounds great.” my friends excitedly agree and we say our goodbyes and head our separate ways. 

I follow along side Folio as we walk further into the parking lot, “so should we call an uber? Or did you drive?” I ask and he laughs under his breath as we stop next to a big black motorcyle. “I road here since it was a show in town. How do you feel about riding on a bike?” he asks and my eyes widen a little. Hmmm the risks are falling off and becoming mangled and possible dying and the pros are riding on a motorcylce with a hot drummer..”Sounds fun!” I tell him and accept the hemet he offers me. “But it will mess up my hair.” I fake pout and he laughs, “I think you’d prefere a bad hair day over your brains spilled out over the side of the road. Plus, it would take a lot more than bad hair to make you look bad.” 

I blush slightly and put on the helmet, “how do I look?” I ask and do a spin. 

“Very nice,” he says looking me up and down, “have you ridden before?” 

“Yeah, my dad had bikes and use to take me on rides. He died a few years back so its been a while but I know the drill.” I tell him and try to push down the emotion the clogs my throat. It’s still hard to talk about him. “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss. Was your dad a harley man?” he asks and I can’t help the big smile that speads across my face. “Yeah he had a 1959 Harley-Davidson Duo Glide FLH, it was his baby. It’s still in the garage at my mom’s, I havent been able to ride it. But, maybe someday.” 

“Thats a sick bike, maybe that someday we can go on a ride together?” he asks and I smile and nod as he throws his leg over the bike to start it up. I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. A few minuets later he takes off out of the parking lot. We fly past or friends walking towards the D&B and give them a quick wave before Folio takes a sharp left towards the coastline. 

It’s been so long since I’ve been on a bike I forgot how much fun it is, the speed, the wind whipping against your skin, the world buzzing past you in a blur of color and lights. 

The closer we get to the pier the stronger the salt air of the air hits my system, the beach is my favorite part of living in California. I love the warm breeze and the sand and the freezing cold water, It’s my little slice of peace in the world.

We make it to the coffee shop about twenty minuets later and once inside I order and green tea and Folio orders a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. He finds us a seat on the patio facing the water. The coffee shop has warm twinkly lights all along their patio and small unscented candles at each table. “This is a cute place, you come here often?” I ask taking a sip of my tea. “Yeah, I like riding near the water, the air is nice out here.” 

I’m starting to forget why I originally asked for his number in the first place, I figure I should just rip the bandaid off. The worst he can do is say no and then I awkwardly uber home and never listen to his band again. I could try this the old fashion way, and date and maybe we would eventually get there but this premier is next week and I don’t have time for traditional dating right now. 

 “Look I don’t know how to ask this and not sound awkward but I have a new movie premiering next week at the Colorado Music and Film Festival and I need a fake boyfriend to make me look hot and my ex look like a loser. I don’t know if you saw but this embarrassing video of me went viral and it’s my literal nightmare to show up to this thing next week with no one when he’ll have the newest victorias secret lingerie model draped all over him.” I blurt it all out like a toddler after eating broccoli for the first time. “Um I know that sounds crazy, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend? Would you? It’s in colorado! So snowboarding, good food, parties? Um weed? If thats your thing.” 

“Wait what? Do you just regularly ask people you barely know to movie premiers? And ask them to be your fake boyfriend? How do you know I’m not crazy? And how does a girl like you need a fake boyfriend?” he asks with a small giggle. 

“Ugh, I need a fake boyfriends for the exact reason of being myself. I’m a mess, I just need to not look like a total loser infront of my ex and really the world. I’m some sick joke because I acted like a drunk idiot. Have you ever been a meme? It sucks, and I’m not even a meme I can use ironically with my friends." I take a deep breath before continuing. "Listen I know it’s a lot to ask a stranger, but it would just be a week and if you hate me at the end of it we never have to speak again.” 

He’s quiet for several minuets and I don’t say anything else, I’m sure he’s just thinking of a nice way of letting me down. 

“So a week in colorado with you, at a film festival and I just have to pretend to be your boyfriend?” he asks and I just nod as confirmation. 

“You know what? What the hell, sounds like it might be fun. What do I need to do?”

I don't stop the smile and squeal that break out of my mouth and I practically shoot over the table to hug him. “Oh thank you! thank you! You just need to show up and be the cool motorcycle driving metal drumming guy that you are. Oh and send me your measurements and I can have my stylist pull some stuff for you to wear. I will send you the itinerary tomorrow, this is going to be great.”

As we finish our drinks and head back to the bike I notice movement in my peripheral vision and then a sudden sucussion of bright flashes. 

“Hey Seraphina who's the new guy?” FLASH

“Is this a new guy?” FLASH “whats his name?” FLASH “hey Seraphina give us a smile” FLASH

“Are you going to mess this relationship up like the last one Seraphina?” FLASH “come on give us a smile?” FLASH

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I guess they found out I was here.” I whisper to Folio and he quickly moves to defensively wrap his arm around me and walk us closer to his bike. “No need to apologize, let's just get out of here.” 

He hands me my helmet and we quickly climb onto the bike as the flashes continue going off. Soon I can’t hear their harassing comments as Folio kicks on the engine and speeds down the road. “So I guess that’s the start huh? This is gonna be fun” he laughs and hits the throttle harder sending us blazing down the dark city streets. 

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[romanstheory]

May I request a smut writing where Y/n is married to Roman Reigns and she’s a huge actress and he finds out she is to play Dwayne Johnson’s love interest in a movie and he gets jealous, only to accuse her of cheating which leads to a heated argument and angry makeup sex. Thanks. Peace.

Absolutely!! ❤️

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(Roman's real name Leati is mentioned in this)

Roman and I have been married for quite a few years now, our marriage couldn't be better. of course he is WWE's tribal chief, and I am a grammy award winning actress. Normally I take on action rolls, but I went for something totally different this time, i'm doing romance. It's completely out of my comfort zone, but I know I will dominate it like I would any other roll. I'm not sure who the rest of the cast will be, but my agent told me it would be 'star studded'.

The director wanted to keep the other cast members a secret until the day of filming. "Hey honey! Today is the big day, it's day one of shooting" i say with a smile, wrapping my arms around Roman's strong shoulders. He plants a kiss on my lips softly "I know, I'm excited for you babe" He responds. "Have they still not told you who you're costarring with?". "No, apparently it's a star studded surprise" I giggle while putting my shoes on.

I give Roman another kiss before heading out the door and to set. I jump out of my truck. "There's our girl! Are you ready to get started?" The director says greeting me with a hug. "Of course! I'm also ready to finally meet my costar" I says with a smile. "Well let's go shall we" He responds guiding me to the area we will be filming first. As we approach I hear a familiar voice, but I can't quite put my finger on who it is.

As we get closer, the voice gets more clear. "There he is!" The director says "Dwayne! Meet your costar!". Dwayne and I look at each other shocked. "Um yeah... We've met quite a few times actually" He says looking at me with concern. "Maybe more than a few" I say with a nervous laugh. The director gets a call and walks away, leaving us alone. "Roman is going to absolutely shit his pants" Dwayne says holding the script "There's an entire sex scene in here Y/N. I can keep it professional but he's going to lose it"

"Yeah, I know that. i can be professional too, this is just work but there's no way he's going to be happy about this" I say looking at the script. What are the odds that my husbands cousin is my costar in my first romance film.... Just my luck right. I sigh deeply as Dwayne and I begin practicing our lines together, the chemistry was amazing. We film our first scene together, and a very steamy sex scene and we end the filming day. "Have fun breaking the news to Roman" Dwayne chuckles. Later that day I rehearse how I'm going to tell Roman.

"Hey babe! How was filming, whose your costar?" Roman greets me with a kiss. "Yeah.... About that I need to tell you something" I say looking at the ground. "It's Dwayne..... and we had to film a sex scene". Roman is silent, his silence concerned me more than anything. "My cousin? You are in a romance film with my cousin, and you have a sex scene...... with my cousin" Roman says, clenching his jaw. "Yes baby, but we've both agreed to keep it professional at all time it's just work" I say speeding through my sentence.

"So you expect me to believe that? I'm starting to think you knew it was him the whole time. You've probably been sneaking around with him. I should break my foot off in his ass" Roman says, now yelling. "Why would you think that? When have I ever done anything to make you think that? This is my job Roman!" I yell back. "Yeah a job where you're going to be kissing and doing sex scene with my fucking cousin Y/N!" Roman scream even louder.

"Lower your fucking voice when you're talking to me Leati! Stop being so insecure, I want you and only you" I say, this time even more intense. Roman pulls me close to him aggressively "That was kinda sexy" he growls at me. I was still fuming, but his voice just did something to me. Our lips crashed into each other with so much anger and passion. We begin removing our clothes, and Roman picks me up teasing my entrance with his swollen member.

i moan in anticipation of him entering me. He presses himself into and immediately begins bouncing me on his member. He was in full control, and I didn't mind. His strokes were hard and fast, like he was fucking his anger out and I loved every second of it. My perky breasts were bouncing in his face just like he loved them to. "Fuck me harder!" I demand. Roman goes even harder than he was already, seemingly sending vibrations through my whole body. My toes curl as the room fills with smacks and groans.

I'm close, very close. "I'm almost there! I'm almost there babe!" I moan. He delivers long intense strokes, just like I like it. He knows my body so well. Shortly after I finish. "i want you to fill me" I moan "Mark your territory baby". This drives Roman crazy! His strokes begin getting faster like they were before, and before I know it he fills me up completely "Fuck" he groans. We kiss one more time before he puts me down.

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