#dating a celebrity

[pascaloverx]

BABYBOY

PREVIEW: NICHOLAS CHAVEZ x READER

Author's Note: As a test to see if this fanfic might resonate with others besides myself, I’ve decided to share a preview with you all. If you enjoy it, please leave a comment! I haven’t yet decided whether I’ll continue writing it. This fanfic is for those who’d love to imagine themselves in a romance with Nicholas Chavez. I should warn you that there’s a possibility the reader might get involved with Nicholas while he’s still in a relationship with someone else, though nothing is set in stone yet.

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PREVIEW

You are utterly doomed—there is simply no other way to describe your situation. As most of your groceries tumble to the floor, you realize you've locked your boss's dog inside his luxurious apartment. What a splendid mess.

"Baby! Baby, don't get upset. I'll rescue you as soon as..." You shove your hands into your pants pockets but fail to find the cursed key. You now remember leaving the keys on the counter right after ushering Baby inside the apartment to fetch the groceries you'd left in the hallway.

"Damn it! I'm screwed, absolutely screwed," you exclaim loudly. Normally, in a posh building full of important people like this, you would temper your voice. But your boss is the sole tenant on this floor—or so you thought until you see a half-dressed man emerge from the apartment across the hall, visibly alarmed.

"My goodness, is everything all right?" he asks, stepping closer with genuine concern etched across his face.

"Not exactly. My boss's dog is locked inside the apartment," you reply, doing your best not to focus on the fact that he is nearly naked, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and instead on the sound of the puppy barking. "Baby, I'll rescue you soon. No need to stress. Just listen to my voice and stay calm," you say to the dog, who seems to settle down.

"Excuse me, but did you leave a dog or an actual baby inside the apartment?" The man—who, you must admit, is very attractive—asks in a deep voice.

"There’s no time to clarify that. Baby has anxiety. He’ll get overly stressed, start chewing on himself, and lose his fur. When that happens, my job will be out the window. And poor thing, he’s so cute. Could you please help me?" you plead, trying to keep your nerves under control. Your boss devastatingly handsome neighbor flashes you a roguish smile, as if considering his options.

"Wouldn't it be better to call a locksmith?" he suggests, stepping closer to the door, testing how securely it’s locked.

"That would be ideal, but by the time a locksmith gets here, Baby will either be in a stress-induced coma or have eaten the few groceries left on the floor within reach. So, I’m begging you, emotional support hot guy, help me out here," you implore, your voice edging toward desperation. Your hand clings to his arm in a bid to either earn his sympathy—or steal a moment to enjoy the feel of him.

"That leaves us with only one option. Breaking down the door would certainly solve one problem, but it would undoubtedly create another, wouldn't it?" he asks, as though he already knows the answer—which, of course, he does. Yes, it would create a problem, but you're confident you can have the door fixed quickly, thanks to the connections you've gained as your boss's employee. However, your boss would never forgive you if anything happened to the dog.

"No offense, but I'm willing to take the risk. Please, break down the door and save my day," you reply, gazing into his bright, beautiful brown eyes. He hesitates, but as Baby's barking grows more insistent, he relents. Adjusting his stance to attempt the feat, you suddenly realize the absurdity of him doing this while nearly naked.

"Perhaps you might want to put on some clothes—" you begin, but before you can finish, he’s already forced the door open with the strength of Hercules. Baby bolts out of the apartment, tail wagging joyfully, heading straight into the arms of your boss's attractive neighbor.

"I think he’s grateful for the rescue," the neighbor says, remarkably still holding onto the towel around his waist.

"He's probably upset that I left him alone and is punishing me," you reply, pouting slightly to appeal to the dog’s sympathy. For a moment, Baby whimpers as you pet him, but he soon relents and accepts your affection. When the neighbor, now standing upright, lifts the dog to hand him back to you, his towel slips to the floor. Your eyes catch the sight of his completely bare physique before you instinctively cover them with your hands.

"I believe it’s best if you take the dog while I go put on some clothes," he says, his tone tinged with embarrassment. You stifle a laugh, the memory of the divine sight you just witnessed lingering in your mind.

"I mean, I’d love to, but I’d have to open my eyes, and that would mean seeing your body—practically carved by Greek sculptors—and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable," you reply, keeping your eyes tightly shut. He chuckles softly, the sound deep and surprisingly pleasant. "Is that your way of saying I look like a Greek god?" he asks, clearly entertained.

You flush with embarrassment, realizing how disastrous your attempt at flirting must have sounded. "Horrible pickup line, right? I get flustered in situations like this," you confess, desperately trying to figure out how to grab the dog without accidentally disrespecting his modesty—or making things even more awkward.

"Here’s the plan," you suggest, "you pass Baby to me while I raise my arms, and I promise to keep my eyes closed the entire time." Determined to maintain your composure, you steel yourself, mentally repeating your goal: focus on the dog, nothing else.

He carefully places Baby into your hands, and you hold the little dog close. When you finally open your eyes, the neighbor is no longer there. With a sigh of relief, you decide to gather the scattered groceries and put everything in order. Once done, you prepare Baby’s special food and, to make up for the ordeal, give him a soothing massage.

When Baby finally drifts off to sleep, you remember the chocolate cake you had baked earlier. Grabbing a slice, you head to the handsome neighbor’s apartment.

"I know you might be feeling embarrassed, but I brought you a piece of chocolate cake as a thank-you," you say, holding out the dish between the two of you.

The man looks at you with a warm smile, taking the dish from your hands. His hands are surprisingly soft.

"I wasn’t embarrassed, just busy," he replies with an intriguing charm. "But I’ll enjoy your cake and let you know—you owe me a coffee."

"Am I interrupting you?" you ask, curious about what—or who—has been keeping him occupied. "Wait, how exactly do I owe you a coffee?"

Your curiosity seems to amuse the man before you, who leans casually against his open door, holding the dish with the chocolate cake in hand.

"The cake covers the rescue," he says with a teasing smirk. "But the coffee? That’s for the striptease I unintentionally performed for you earlier. Seems fair to me." His mischievous gaze lingers on you, playful yet bold.

You stifle a chuckle, tilting your head as you meet his eyes. "I suppose we’ll save the coffee for another time since you’re clearly occupied. But I’ll consider your case, emotional support hot guy," you quip, your tone light as you attempt to sneak a peek inside his apartment.

His home is as stylish as you might have imagined, the kind of space that exudes effortless charm. The soft strains of music playing in the background suggest he’s not alone, perhaps entertaining someone he hopes to impress. His lips curl into a knowing smile, as if catching your subtle glance inside. "You’ve got a sharp eye, don’t you? Careful, or I might think you’re more interested in my life than the coffee."

"Who wouldn’t be curious?" you reply, flashing a playful grin before stepping back toward your own door. "Enjoy the cake."

"Hey, I feel like we’ve skipped a few steps. If we’re going to keep running into each other, it’s probably important that we know more than the fact that you’re terrible with locks and I ended up naked in front of you," he says, stepping closer with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"My name is Nicholas," he continues, extending his hand toward you. You reach out to shake it, but instead, he lifts your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on its back.

"Y/N," you reply, feeling a little flustered by the gesture. "But I doubt we’ll see each other that much. I’ll probably be fired soon after all of this."

"I hope you keep your job—and your spot across from my apartment. I think I’ve grown attached to Baby," Nicholas says with a grin, his voice laced with an undeniable charm. "And don’t forget, you still owe me that coffee."

You can’t ignore the spark of chemistry between you, though you tell yourself it’s probably just your imagination. "Wish me luck, nudist neighbor," you reply with a small smirk. "And if you ever need career advice, you might have a future as a professional striptease artist." The words escape your lips before you can fully process them, leaving you both embarrassed and bold. Without waiting to see his reaction, you step back into your boss’s apartment, closing the door behind you. As you wait for the locksmith to fix the damaged door, you can’t help but replay the encounter in your mind, a smile tugging at your lips.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The thing about jonmartin is that Martin wants to be a romantic, he loves poetry and probably watches romance but for him it is a fantasy, a silly game he plays. Martin is at his core very cynical. Things don't work out for him so he doesn't really belive in romance, it is a pretty dream but that's it. He is pratical and realist. Dating Jon he has to remind himself it is real and he actually struggles with romantic gestures, it is something he has to remind himself to do, to remind himself he can do even and honestly who even has the energy and what if Jon doesn't even like it?

Jon on the other hand wants to be cynical. His first coping mechanism was pretend the things he was afraid of weren't real and goddam if he isn't afraid of love. It didn't really work to him so far so it's easy to pretend he doesn't care. But he is a romantic at heart. He saw love and he read about it and he has enough evidence that it is undeniable. And to be honest Jon was always to much a bunch of mushy feelings hidden in a grumpy (and bitter and afraid) trench coat. Dating Martin he has to hold himself so he isn't too much. He plays the grumpy unromantic guy at first. But he just can't stop giving flowers and planing dates (this is the guy that saw a theme park on a fear domain and considered how he wanted to take Martin to a romantic ferris whell date [until he discovered Martin was afraid of them]) and making all the silly things one does when in love.

TR: Martin is deep down very cynical about love but wants to/pretends to be a romantic and Jon is deep down very romantic but wants to/pretends to be cynical about love.

[incognitopolls]

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[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[machetelanding]

[cbmagus49]

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[stachesainzcore]

LANDO CALLED HIM CARLITOS🥺😭

CARLOS SAINZ via Lando Norris' instagram

[chocostrwberry]

Yo! How ya doin'?

Anyway, I'm so curious about what would be Luka's relationship with anyone who isn't Marinette in your AU. Does anyone thinks that be is gloomy and dark?

[mischievous-thunder]

Similarities between Wade Wilson and Steve Rogers (one of Wade's celebrity crushes):

Finding a soulmate in a guy named James who's an angsty, fiery and yet sweet man with some luxe metal attached to his body and has been alive for a minimum of one century (and more)

P.S. Both Wade and Steve have one movie each with their names and their boyfriends' names in the title

So strange that it's happened twice already

[pascaloverx]

BABYBOY

Summary: You work as a caretaker for the home and dog of a famous individual in a luxurious apartment. On a fateful day, you find yourself in dire need of help when your boss’s dog gets locked inside the apartment. The newest neighbor, an incredibly handsome man, comes to your rescue. That man is none other than Nicholas Alexander Chavez.How will your relationship with him unfold?

Author's Note: This fanfic is for those who’d love to imagine themselves in a romance with Nicholas Chavez. I should warn you that there’s a possibility the reader might get involved with Nicholas while he’s still in a relationship with someone else, though nothing is set in stone yet. This fanfic will include explicit language and mature content. Consider yourselves warned. I hope you like it and interact with the story!

preview

ONE

Days had gone by, marked by near encounters that, to an unbothered observer, would seem like mere coincidences but were deliberately orchestrated by you. Despite your subtle efforts, you hadn’t crossed paths with Nicholas again. Deep down, you told yourself it was for the best. Surely, he had a girlfriend or someone he was interested in, and, honestly, he was far out of your league. Your focus had shifted to repairing both your boss’s apartment door and your relationship with Baby, his dog. Baby, however, seemed utterly smitten with the handsome neighbor, barking excitedly at his door every time you returned from a walk.

Now, with Baby dropped off at an elite doggy daycare where he socialized with other pampered pooches and underwent obedience training, you had a few hours to yourself. Your routine included tidying the apartment, even though a housekeeper came by every three days to give it a thorough clean. With a new bag of premium dog food in hand, music blaring through your headphones, you couldn’t help but dance as you moved about the apartment. Rosé and Bruno Mars’ APT filled your ears, and you struggled to resist belting out the lyrics at the top of your lungs—especially since you didn’t want to draw the attention of a certain neighbor.

Everything was going smoothly until your uncoordinated moves betrayed you. Your sneaker laces snagged beneath your feet, and you stumbled forward, bracing for the worst. In the split second before disaster struck, your only thought was to save the dog food bag from bursting open. Then, a strong, muscular arm caught you, steadying you just before you hit the ground.

“You’re going to go deaf listening to music that loud,” Nicholas quipped, his tone laced with amusement. Before you could fully process what had happened, you found yourself stepping out of his firm grasp as he plucked one side of your headphone from your ear. He’s wearing a robe, slightly untied, revealing his bare chest—a detail that momentarily captures your attention.

“Thank you for the assist, Nicholas. But I must insist you stop helping me. I can’t afford to owe you any more coffees than I already do,” you say, straightening yourself and trying to regain composure. He smiles, a genuine expression that softens his striking features as he watches you intently. There’s something disarming about the way his eyes linger, making you feel both seen and slightly flustered. You take a step back instinctively, as though wary of being so close to him. The proximity between you moments ago had felt electric, almost overwhelming, and a small part of you wonders if he felt it too.

“Would you have preferred that I let you crash to the floor?” Nicholas asks, his tone playful yet dangerously charming.

Caught off guard, you fumble for a response. “Perhaps,” you say, trying to sound serious but only managing to appear slightly awkward. “At this rate, I’ll start feeling like you’re my loan shark.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I had a feeling you already felt that way, considering how you’ve been avoiding me.”

Your breath hitches, and you try to recover, pointing to yourself as though the accusation couldn’t possibly apply to you. “Me? Avoiding you? Absolutely not. I was just… maintaining a safe distance.” The words spill out hastily, but your voice betrays you, trembling under the weight of his presence.

He takes a deliberate step forward, his robe shifting slightly to reveal more of his defined chest, and his neatly styled, damp hair gleams under the light. His confidence radiates with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. “Safe from what?” he asks, his tone laced with curiosity and challenge. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

“Afraid of you?” You scoff, feigning a boldness you don’t quite feel. “As if.” But the truth lingers unspoken—a fear not of him, but of the undeniable pull he exerts over you, the way his presence stirs emotions you aren’t ready to face.

Nicholas leans in slightly, his voice dropping into a softer, almost teasing tone. “Because, from where I stand, it feels like you’re running from something.” His words strike a chord, making you painfully aware of the wall at your back and the impossibility of escape. You’ve cornered yourself, both literally and metaphorically, and the intensity in his gaze is unraveling every ounce of composure you have left.

"I'm running away from trouble; you should consider doing the same. Let's be practical—you live here, and I work here. You're clearly already well-accompanied, and I’m in a professional environment that requires me to remain alone most of the time. And I saw you without clothes, which makes it hard for me to be completely friendly without remembering what happened. It’s best if we keep our distance and remain strangers," you say, trying to sound firm as you lean back against the wall. Your headphones are still playing some song, but you can barely focus on it, your attention completely fixed on Nicholas’s gaze.

"I starred in a series called General Hospital. Great cast, and my family was really proud of me for landing the role—it shaped me into the actor I am today. I also did a pretty funny movie called Crushed. Filming it was a blast, especially a scene where I nearly had a make-out session with an orange. Right now, I’m preparing for another series, which I think will be an incredibly enriching experience. But I’m not extremely famous or rich. Moving here was a treat to myself, courtesy of my latest role and some old savings."

"As for being accompanied," Nicholas continues, his tone softening but maintaining a confident edge, "you’ve clearly noticed more about me than you let on. And to answer your assumption—yes, I am seeing someone. But there are no labels, and we’re not exclusive. So now that I’ve shared a bit about my life, are you going to stop hiding behind excuses and admit that you really want to have coffee with me?"

As he steps closer, trapping you in place with his presence, you swallow hard, processing his words while trying to ignore the sudden heat rising in your chest. "I have a feeling we’re no longer just talking about coffee," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of defiance as you meet his gaze.

"Since you’ve been on Grey’s Anatomy, I’d wager your bank account is fatter than mine. So here’s the deal—wait for me in your apartment in five minutes. I’ll make the coffee, using your coffee machine," you respond with a confident chuckle, leaving Nicholas momentarily speechless.

"Bold of you to invite yourself over to make coffee in my apartment, but I’ll allow it. And it was General Hospital, not Grey’s Anatomy, but you got the idea." Nicholas steps back, giving you room to enter your boss's apartment. Just as you’re about to turn away, he adds with a playful smirk, "Five minutes. Don’t make me wait too long."

"Don't worry, I’ll be punctual. And no need to wait for me shirtless or anything—I’d still recognize you fully dressed. Though, it’s your house, your rules. If you feel like putting on another striptease, be my guest," you say, winking mischievously and flashing a sly smile, still facing him as you back toward the door of your boss’s apartment.

Nicholas, who had already opened the door to his own apartment, steps toward you. "Only if this time you join me," he says, lowering his face slightly to meet your gaze, his breath warm against your skin as your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

"Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas," you reply, holding his gaze, "don’t make offers you might regret later." A single step from either of you would close the gap between your lips, but neither dares to move. It’s too soon, you tell yourself, convincing your mind that perhaps he doesn’t even want to kiss you—that you’re imagining things. Yet, the undeniable tension in the air would be obvious to anyone.

He clears his throat, breaking the moment, and steps back, muttering, "I’ll be waiting," as he retreats into his apartment. You don’t respond, still caught in the whirlwind of thoughts about how much you wanted to know the taste of his lips. Only when the weight of the dog food bag starts straining your arms do you snap out of it, grab the apartment key, and step inside, all the while wondering how on earth you’re going to have coffee with Nicholas without throwing yourself at him.

[amid-fandoms]

i think that however you put it, inside jokes and babuse aside, dan just never fucking stopped being a fan of amazingphil even after 15 years of being with phil lester, and it shows

[jabesa0]

[Mammon wip] 📸🐩💎

[ihateprompts]

fake dating prompts

as celebrities ????? ..... im cooking

"hold my hand" "absolutely not" "they'll think somethings wrong if you don't" *grabs hand and kisses cheek*

staying at a hotel but theres only one bed

kissing in private as 'practise'

"if we do this, we need rules" "rules? for dating? seriously?"

wearing eachothers clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

"all you have to do is stand there and look pretty, it shouldn't be that hard" "it's not gonna be hard at all, thanks!"

"you have to admit we look good together" "i don't have to admit anything"

"i think i might be falling for you" *laugh* "good one!"

acting like a couple in private to 'stay in character'

fake dating with benefits??

meticulously planning 'candid' photos

living together so people dont get suspicious

coming up with a ridiculous story on how they got together to see if people would believe it

flirting as an act turning to real flirting

"why did you kiss me with tongue?!" "'cause it was kinda funny"

"i hate you" "there's people coming" and now they're making out

using the most embarrassing pet names they can think of

"you're not even a good actor" *has 4 oscars*

reasons for fake dating:

to make ones ex jealous

so ones ex leaves them alone

so they dont have to attend award shows alone

for media attention

to avoid media attention (but they end up gaining more)

for fun

ADD ON TO THIS!!!! I NEED MORE FAKE DATING PROMPTS FOR MY OWN WRITING

[springtyme]

🥂 - would you make a little moodboard for Spencer? any scenario you’d like to do is fine by me! 🫶

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ♡

Hope you like this, dear! ♡ It ended up pretty self-indulgent cause oh what I wouldn’t do to go on a museum date with this man, ugh!

Masterlist || Spencer playlist || My 2k follower celebration

You stand in front of the Monet, its swirling brushstrokes echoing the emotions you feel as Spencer talks. The museum’s hushed whispers create a soft background hum, but his voice, even quieter, commands all your attention. He’s tracing the contours of the water lilies with his finger in the air, his gaze fixated on the painting.  

“The way he captures the ephemeral nature of light, it’s almost like he’s… dissecting the very essence of a moment,” he murmurs, his brows furrowed in concentration. “It’s fascinating, the way the light refracts…” He trails off, his eyes sparkling as he turns to you, the ghost of  a smile dancing on his lips. “But, I wouldn’t know. I’m no artist.” 

You can’t help but laugh at his self-deprecating tone. It’s one of the many things you find adorable about him. “You wouldn’t know, huh?” you tease, leaning closer to him. “You, my dear, are a walking encyclopedia, capable of reciting facts about anything from Impressionist art to the intricacies of the human brain to how light refracts through different mediums.” 

He blushes, a blush that spreads across his cheeks like a watercolor painting. “I don’t know about all that,” he mutters, his gaze dropping. “But this… this is something I really understand.” He gestures to the Monet again, his enthusiasm shining through. “The way he uses color to evoke emotion, it’s…” He searches for the right word, and you can’t help but smile.  

There’s something so captivating about watching him struggle with words, about seeing the passion in his eyes as he tries to articulate his thoughts. He’s a walking contradiction, brilliant and awkward, serious and utterly charming. It’s a combination you find irresistibly addictive.   

“It’s beautiful,” you agree, squeezing his hand gently. “Just like you, Spence. You and that big brain of yours.” You giggle, leaning up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

[ambivartence]

이젠 내게 기대 편히 쉬어도 돼 // Now you can lean on me and rest in peace 소중한 널 내 품속에 꼭 안을게 // I will hold you dear in my arms