#jason sudeikis y/n

[addieisnotawriter]

Confessions to Getting Caught

Ted Lasso x fem!reader

i have no idea what this is, i found this in my drafts and thought ‘what the hell’ and wanted to share this mini drabble that i don’t even remember what i wrote in this lmao

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"You're not leaving!" Ted slammed your office door open, startling you and Colin who was there for a session. You whipped your head towards him with a pissed off look on your face.

"Ted!" You hissed, pointing out that you're in a session.

"Oh hell, sorry." Ted just awkwardly stood there, embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and then waved at Colin, apologizing to him.

"Go outside and give me five minutes to wrap things up." You muttered, shaking your head.

"Yep, gotcha. Sorry." Ted walks back out, shutting the door behind him as he left.

"Sorry 'bout that Colin. Where were we?" You apologized, giving a smile.

Colin went back to talking and you finished your session ten minutes later. Colin kept repeating his mantra as he left your office while a determined look on his face. You gave a stern look to Ted when you saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know you were in a session." Ted apologized again for the third time.

"Please knock next time." You replied, waving him into your office. He walks in and you shut your door behind you.

"So you heard?" You asked, walking up to him while crossing your arms together.

"Yeah I heard. Why didn't you tell me?" Ted was angry which surprised you. He's always so calm and happy.

"I was going to. But apparently it got around before I could tell you." You replied honestly and calmly.

"I won't let this happen! There's no way in hell you're leaving!" Ted yelled, throwing his hands in the air. He walks away from you, running his hands through his hair and down his face.

"Ted.." You spoke softly, "it was bound to happen. I was only hired to stay on till the end of the season. It's the end of the season, therefore there's no reason for me to stay on." You reasoned with him, hoping it'll calm him down a bit.

"I will talk to Rebecca, get her to hire you for another season!" Ted started pacing, "She'll say yes, she will definitely say knowing it's you. We can-" You cut him off and stopped him by putting your hands on his shoulders, turning him to face you.

"Why are you so hell bent on keeping me here?" You whispered, furrowing your brows at him.

"Because.. I don't want you to leave." He sighed, his eyes softening when he looks at you.

"Why? Ted, if this is about therapy, I can give you names of the best people I know around here to take over. You're going to be fine without me." You spoke softly, letting your hands fall to your sides.

"It's not that. It's.. I-I.." He trailed off, trying to find the words to admit his feelings. He never thought in a million years he would find someone who cared for him as much as you did.

Granted, you were his therapist and that's your job, but there was something different about your relationship with him. You were a friend to him and he wanted you to be more than that, even if it meant having to change therapists.

You ignited something in him that he hasn't felt in a long time, and he wanted more. He felt this way since the day of Rebecca's father's funeral. He just didn't realize those feelings until his conversation with the Diamond Dogs a few weeks after. Though they didn't know you were his therapist in which they said to tell you how he felt but he just played it off. He truly couldn't tell you how he felt because he didn't want to compromise anything. He liked how things were and didn't want anything to change. But now? Now, this was his last chance to say anything before you left.

"I like you. A lot. I have feelings that I probably shouldn't be having but I can't help it. I want you to stay because I can't imagine my life without you." He admits, releasing a heavy breath after.

You stood there stunned. You never thought in a million years he would say something like that to you. You had to admit, you had feelings for him for a long time. But, you played it off and stayed professional with Ted and sometimes friends. Close friends. Though you complained to Keeley and Rebecca that you liked him a lot but couldn't say anything. They never understood why you couldn't tell him because you never said anything about being his therapist. So, you just stayed quiet, and let things continue the way they were. Now things were different.

"Ted.." You whispered after realizing you were gaping and he started to get nervous.

"I know you're my therapist and this crosses a lot of lines between us. Now, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but I just wanted you to know how I felt. I'll leave you be." He puts his hands in his pockets again and starts to leave.

Before he could reach the door, you walked up to him and turned him around. You stared into his eyes then his lips and back up to his eyes before grabbing his shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss, your lips crashed into his, tickling against his mustache. He grunted lightly at the impact but didn't mind as he kissed you back, deepening the kiss as he did.

You pulled away, breathing heavily and looking down at the floor before looking back up at him, "I feel the same way and I can't imagine my life without you either. I don't want to leave at all because you're here." You whispered, your hands moving up to his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks lightly.

"Then don't. Please stay." His arms snaked your waist, pulling you in closer. He softly bumped his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, sighing as he did. You felt his hot breath against your lips, and wanted more right now.

"God, I need you so badly right now." You muttered, and he chuckled before pulling you into a hard kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and he carried you to the couch. He softly places you down on the cushions, and laid on top, his right knee and elbows holding him up so he wasn't laying completely on top of you.

You continued to make out with him until you were suddenly interrupted by a door opening and a voice talking. You pulled away quickly to see Keeley there but she didn't see you and Ted yet as she was distracted by her phone.

"So, I decided to plan a going away party for you cause I thought why not and holy shit!" Keeley squealed when she finally looked up from her phone to see you and Ted on the couch together.

"Keeley!" You gaped, shocked to have gotten caught by your best friend. Ted gives a confused look after you pulled away then his eyes went wide when he heard you say Keeley's name, quickly turning to see her standing there.

"Hey Keeley!" Ted drawled on, giving an awkward smile when he looked up at her.

"You know what? I can come back! Keep doing what you're doing!" Keeley starts running out of your office, then comes running back in and leans on the door frame, "thank God you two weren't naked, yea? Could've been a lot worse." She giggled and left, shutting the door before she did.

"Knock next time!" You yelled out, sighing when you know she was possibly out of reach to hear you.

"That is embarrassing." You muttered, covering your face to hide the redness that was slowly growing.

"Hey like she said, it could've been a lot worse." Ted crawls off your body and gets up, grabbing your hands to pull you up off the couch.

You groaned that your moment got interrupted, but then you thought it was good it got interrupted. You didn't know where things could've gone if Keeley didn't walk in here.

It would’ve been amazing either way, you knew that for sure.

[ktchie]

I'm writing this enemies to lovers Ted lasso ff and I'm having so much fun, I like writing stupid nonsense stuff specially one that I don't even take that seriously cause I can put as much as insane things I can without fearing it'll ruin the seriousness of it.

[calzone-d]

hi guys! Here’s a lil blurb for ya. Love and miss you all. Less than two months to graduation!!

pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Reader

warnings: penetrative sex, reader is described as female, biting, creampie

a/n: hi guys! I’m (slowly) back. Graduation is in two months so you can expect to see looooots more of me after then. Just can’t get Jason off my mind lately. My inbox is also open! Send in requests, ideas, etc!

Read more here.

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You let out a low groan as you sunk down onto his cock. It was way after you’d put the kids to bed, but it happened quick enough that there wasn’t much buildup. By now, you’d gotten used to some warm up from Jason before sex.. a few fingers, his tongue, a toy.. whatever you were in the mood for.

Tonight, you had been riled up enough to just sit yourself on his cock. Jason wasn’t complaining. Hell, he was panting and letting out a choked groan himself.

“Ughh.. oh, honey..”

A soft whimper left your lips as you started to grind on him. Your clit rubbed against the coarse hair on his pubic bone and that combined with the head of his cock rubbing your g-spot had you speechless.

One of your hands gripped the headboard to use as leeway as you softly bounced on top of him.

“Shit, Y/n…”

Jason’s moans were hushed and muffled from him pressing wet kisses across your collarbones. You’d gotten used to things being hushed. From quickies in hidden closets at SNL to soft mornings where you didn’t want to wake the kids. His touch matched the softness as well, his hands skating across your back and down your hips. Not pushing you down, just reminding himself you’re there.

The two of you had gotten into a steady rhythm until the feeling of Jason’s lips around your nipple made you shoot your eyes open. A louder moan left your mouth as you looked down at him. He was gorgeous, unreal with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and hair a mess as he suckled and moaned around your nipple.

“Jase..” your voice trailed off into breathy pants. You leant back and brought a hand up to cup the bag of his head, fingers twisting through his salt and pepper strands and holding his face to your breast.

Jason’s teeth nipped at the sensitive bud before swapping over to the neglected one. The feeling had you bouncing faster, clenching harder around his cock and desperate to feel him throbbing inside of you. His moans were a constant vibration against your skin.

He pulled away only to take in a few deep breaths and praise the way you took his cock.

“Feel s’good hun.. that’s.. right there, hun..”

The desperation hidden under panting breaths was hard to hide. His lips were now smushed to your chest, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the skin of your hips while you each reached your peak.

Jason’s hands moved to grab a tight hold of your asscheeks for leverage as he pounded into you from below.

“Oh, honey.. I can’t- fuck.. m’gonna cum!”

All you could manage was a desperate “please, Jase” before he held you flush against. Every pulse of his cock inside you could be felt as he flooded your walls. It began flowing down and slowly pooled at the base of his length before he even considered pulling out of you.

Your breaths were heavy as you slumped against him, but he was there to catch you just as he always was. Jason’s gentle hands stroked over your back as he attempted to pull out of you.

“No! Just.. jus’ a little longer..” you pleaded. In the middle of the night with nothing to do, he settled back against your plush pillows and pulled the blanket over you both, still buried deep inside you.

“Jus’ need to feel me for a bit, angel?”

Your eyes grew heavy as you nodded against him. You easily relaxed against him, knowing he’d clean you up and get you settled when you were ready.

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Thanks for reading!

[mrs-dr-reid]

Sparkling Diamond

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Broadway!Reader

Summary: Jason goes to see "Moulin Rouge! The Musical", and Y/N just so happens to be going on as Satine when Karen Olivo suddenly calls in sick

Genre: Soooooooo fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, age gap (Jason is 43ish, Reader is early to mid 30s), slight jealousy, mentions of in-show death, spoilers for Moulin Rouge probably, potentially very incorrect descriptions about how celebrities going to see shows on Broadway works, Aaron Tveit, Karen Olivo, and Amber Ardolino being conspiratory little shits

A/N: This sucker came to me in a dream because I am VERY into Moulin Rouge and Jason Sudeikis right now, so enjoy my brain vomit that I did way too much research for. GIF isn’t mine, I got it off a gif keyboard

Word Count: 3509

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When Y/N got the call that Karen Olivo was out sick and that she’d be going on for her, she certainly wasn’t expecting to meet her celebrity crush, nor was she planning on giving him her phone number, but crazier things had happened. Y/N arrived at the theater way before anybody else, mostly due to her nerves because it was only her second time going on as Satine instead of her usual role as one of the can-can girls, and she ensured she was completely warmed up before even thinking about doing anything else (she refused to get into costume until the actual call time so she wouldn’t completely sweat through it before the show even started). Since she was the only cast member there, she ran through her songs and choreography while waiting for everybody else to show up.

The first person to arrive was her fellow swing (and other Satine understudy), Amber Ardolino. She said, “Excited for your big night?”, as she put her bag down in their shared dressing room, so Y/N laughed nervously and said, “Yeah. But also scared shitless. It’s supposed to be a packed house tonight, and everybody’s gonna be expecting Karen. I don’t wanna let anybody down,” so Amber smiled and said, “You killed it last time, tonight won’t be any different. Plus, you’re getting paid to be serenaded by and make out with Aaron Tveit,” before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which made Y/N burst out laughing before she replied, “He does have a voice like liquid gold, but you and I both know he’s not my type,” and started getting into costume.

Amber started doing her makeup, and as the hair stylist Caitlin came in to help Y/N into her wig and mic, she said, “Hey, did you hear that a celebrity’s coming to the show tonight?”, which made Y/N raise a questioning eyebrow before saying, “I did not. Any idea who it is?”, so Amber replied, “Only that it’s a man, which does jack shit to narrow it down,” as she curled her eyelashes. Y/N nodded thoughtfully, then said, “What if it’s Ewan McGregor?”, which sparked a whole debate over which male celebrities could potentially be in the audience that night.

Jason was excited, to say the least. The second he heard Moulin Rouge was coming to Broadway, he got a ticket for the first show he could, which was about two weeks after it opened. He made it to the theater, and despite his best efforts, he stirred up a little bit of a ruckus with his presence. He found his seat with the least amount of disruption he could manage, and then opened his playbill to see a slip of paper that read “The role of Satine will be played by Y/N L/N”, which made him raise an eyebrow at the fact that an understudy was going on for the leading lady so early in the show’s run, but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his place to judge someone’s misbehaving immune system or potential family emergency.

He flipped through the program until he found her headshot, and he let out a low whistle because she was beautiful, but he instantly felt guilty about it because she looked a lot younger than him. The lights started going down, so he closed his program and settled in for the show. Based on his precursory glance at the musical numbers, he knew Satine didn’t show up until “The Sparkling Diamond”, so he sat tight and waited.

He boogied in his seat slightly during the opening number and "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love", then “The Sparkling Diamond” started, and Jason was practically on the edge of his seat with anticipation. As Y/N was lowered onto the stage on a trapeze in her glittery costume, Jason’s breath was taken away by how much more gorgeous she was in person. She began to sing, and Jason thought the world had stopped spinning, because not only was she beautiful, her voice was too.

He couldn’t help but feel a (frankly unwarranted) spike of jealousy every time Aaron put his hands on Y/N, whenever she clung to him, and whenever they kissed, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know this woman and he was feeling so many emotions due to her frankly phenomenal acting. When intermission arrived, Jason was thankful for the little bit of respite it gave him, even though his mind raced with plans to somehow get the chance to meet his sparkling diamond as he took pictures and made small talk with some of the people around him.

Backstage, Aaron and Y/N were getting a drink of water and chatting when Amber came speeding around the corner and exclaimed, “GIRL! You are going to DIE when I tell you who came to see the show tonight!”, so Y/N put down her water and said, “Okay, now I’m curious. Who?”, which made an almost manic grin spread across Amber’s face (and a barely imperceptible smirk flash across Aaron’s) before she grabbed Y/N’s shoulders and said, “Jason. Friggin. Sudeikis.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she said, “No. You’re shitting me!”, so Amber said, “I am 100% not shitting you! Davin saw him taking selfies with people near the back of the house,” which only sent a spike of anxiety through her body. She said, “And I’m only being told about this now?!?!”, so Aaron piped up, “Well, you’re basically in love with the guy. If you knew before the show, you’d have gotten all in your head, and maybe even have refused to step foot on stage,” but he instantly regretted saying anything because Y/N turned her scorching gaze on him and said, “YOU KNEW MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WAS GONNA BE IN THE AUDIENCE, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!?!”, actually starting to panic now.

Amber quickly stepped in and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re spiraling. You kicked ass out there, and after intermission is over, you’re gonna kick even more ass,” Aaron adding, “Exactly. I’m honored to have a love interest as talented as you,” in an attempt to suck up to her so she wouldn’t hurt him. Y/N glared at both of them for ten seconds, then she let out a groan and said, “Okay, fine. Let’s go kick some ass. But don’t think I won’t get you for this later, Pretty Boy,” before hitching up her skirt and storming back to the stage to get ready for Act II. Amber said, “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral,” then scurried off to take her place, making Aaron let out a groan before following behind her.

Jason watched with rapt attention as the show reached its climax, and he actually shed a tear when Y/N pretended to die in Aaron’s arms. He was the first person on his feet for the standing ovation, and he’s sure he cheered the loudest when Y/N took her bow. After the encore, everybody started filtering out, so Jason went to follow them when a young woman wearing all black and a headset came over to him and said, “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis. I’m with the production team, and a couple of our cast members wanted to invite you backstage as a surprise for our Satine, Y/N. She’s a big fan of yours. Totally up to you, of course,” which made his eyebrows fly up to his hairline before he said, “Yeah, absolutely!”, and allowed her to lead him backstage.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her dressing room having a mini-celebration with Amber because she somehow managed to not fall flat on her face for the remainder of the show despite knowing her celebrity crush was watching her every move. Aaron knocked on the door and said, “Oh, Ladies!”, in a sing-song voice, so Y/N said, “Yeah, Aaron?”, but all he did was grin mischievously before the stage manager Davin appeared in the doorway and said, “Oh, good, I found you. Aaron, Y/N, Jason Sudeikis is coming backstage to meet you guys,” which made Amber squeal in delight while Y/N just froze in place.

Y/N said, “He is?”, trying and failing to conceal her nerves, so Davin said, “Yeah, a couple of the cast members invited him back. Let’s go,” before bustling off again. Y/N shot dirty looks at Amber and Aaron, then said, “If I survive this, I’m gonna murder you both,” before stalking out of the dressing room to catch up with Davin, choosing to ignore the high-five her co-stars exchanged behind her.

She turned the corner and almost stopped breathing because Davin was making small talk with THE Jason Sudeikis. Davin saw her standing there gawking, then said, “Ah, there they are. Mr. Sudeikis, allow me to introduce our Christian and Satine, Aaron Tveit and Y/N L/N,” which made Y/N jump slightly when Aaron materialized next to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” while going over to shake Jason’s hand.

Jason took it and said, “Yeah, great to meet you too. You did a heck of a job out there. Best show I’ve seen in a while,” which made Aaron bow his head appreciatively before he looked over his shoulder and said, “Sparkles, get over here,” so Jason followed his gaze to where Y/N was standing with a nervous look on her face. He smiled reassuringly at her, so she steeled herself and said, “Hi. Big fan. I loved you in Tumbledown. And 30 Rock,” while walking over to shake his hand. He chuckled and said, “Now those are ones I don’t hear very often,” so Y/N smiled shyly and said, “What can I say, I like the deep cuts,” while playing with the skirt of her costume.

Aaron said, “You should have seen her when she found out you came to see the show. I thought she was gonna explode, she was so excited,” which made Y/N elbow him in the ribs and turn redder than the velvet dress she wore earlier in the show. Jason smiled and said, “Well, I’m flattered. And might I say you give Nicole Kidman a run for her money, Miss L/N. I could listen to you sing all night long,” before shooting a wink at her, which made her eyes widen before she giggled nervously and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” which made Aaron scoff and say, “Sparkles, come on, we’ve been over this. You’re crazy talented! Own that shit!”, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder and jiggling her playfully.

Jason felt the spike of jealousy surge through him again, but Y/N just shot Aaron an exasperated look and said, “I’m not above kicking your ass, Pretty Boy,” which made Jason chuckle slightly and Aaron raise his hands in mock surrender. Jason said, “Alrighty, well, it was great to meet you both. Before I get out of your hair, would you mind signing my playbill?”, and pulled a pen out of his pocket, so Aaron said, “Absolutely! But you have to sign the stair wall before you go. Theatre tradition,” before accepting the pen and playbill from Jason and using the nearby wall as a makeshift clipboard.

He passed them to Y/N once he was done, and she had no idea what possessed her to do this, but after she’d signed her name, she wrote her phone number underneath it and drew a heart next to it for good measure (she refused to acknowledge Aaron’s suggestive eyebrow wiggles). She handed the pen and the playbill back to Jason, said, “Thank you again for coming to see the show. I gotta get out of this getup, so bye!”, then waved quickly and scampered back to her dressing room. Aaron shook his head affectionately, then turned to Jason and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’re her celebrity crush, and we couldn’t let you leave without giving her a chance to meet you. Thanks for making her day, man,” before playfully saluting with a wink and walking back to his dressing room.

Jason was speechless, but he still accepted the Sharpie Davin handed to him and signed the wall with the date. He exited the theater after thanking the production crew for the chance to meet Aaron and Y/N, and as he walked down the block, he opened his playbill to where their autographs were and stopped dead in his tracks, because while Aaron had simply signed his name, Y/N had written a series of numbers that could only have been her phone number beneath hers with a heart drawn beside them. He physically turned to look back at the theater, and he said under his breath, “That was bold. I like it,” before resuming his walk.

Meanwhile, Y/N was removing her makeup while Amber basically interrogated her about her interaction with Jason. Amber said, “Was he nice? Did he like the show? What did he think of you?”, so Y/N said, “Amber, for the love of god, breathe. Yes, he was very nice. He said it was the best show he’s seen in a while, so I think he liked it. And he said I give Nicole Kidman a run for her money,” which made Amber let out a crow before she said, “Oh my god, he was flirting with you!”, making Y/N’s cheeks flush bright red again.

She exclaimed, “He was just being nice!”, then Aaron’s voice said, “No, he was definitely flirting with you, Sparkles,” which made both women turn to see him leaning against the doorway of the dressing room in his street clothes. Y/N scoffed and said, “And what makes you say that?”, so he raised his eyebrows incredulously before saying, “For one, he complimented your voice and compared you to Nicole Goddamn Kidman when all he told me was that I did a heck of a job. For two, he winked at you like three times and only looked at me when I talked directly to him. And for three, he went stiffer than a board when I put my arm around your shoulders then instantly relaxed when you told me to shove it. He was super into you,” which made Y/N have to pause and think about it.

Aaron made a “you see what I mean?”-type face, then tapped the doorframe two times and turned to leave, but not before he said, “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who gave him your number without being asked,” which made Y/N shoot a death glare at his back and Amber let out a squeal before she exclaimed, “WHEN DID YOU GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!”, with an incredulous grin on her face. Y/N said, “He asked us to sign his playbill, and when I was signing my name my pen slipped and I wrote my number underneath it,” making Amber let out a shocked laugh, then Aaron called from the hall, “And she drew a heart!”, which made Amber let out an even louder shocked laugh before Y/N yelled, “SHUT IT, TVEIT!”, and went redder than a tomato.

Her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number, and she opened it to see the words, “Do you give all of the celebrity audience members your number?”, which made her eyes practically bug out of her head as she let out a tiny, “Holy shit,” before wordlessly holding her phone out to Amber so she could see the message. Her jaw dropped, and she whisper-yelled, “Is that him?!”, so Y/N whisper-yelled back, “Who else would it be, Michelangelo?!”, before she texted back, “Only the ridiculously good-looking ones,” and chucked her phone into her bag before she could regret it.

Amber said, “You are BOLD, Girl!”, which made Y/N say, “Hey, you can’t say I didn’t shoot my shot,” while grabbing her coat, then she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. As Y/N walked back to her apartment, her phone buzzed with another text message from Jason that said, “Well, now you’re just fluffing my ego,” which made her giggle and respond, “It’s not ego fluffing if it’s true,” with a wink emoji before adjusting her bag on her shoulder and continuing her walk.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the theater at the normal call because she was back to being a can-can girl, and while she was doing her makeup, Karen poked her head in the door and said, “Hey, I heard it went really well last night. Congratulations!”, with a big smile on her face. Y/N turned around in her chair and said, “Yeah, thanks! Turns out I was super nervous for no reason at all. Looks like you’re feeling a lot better today,” so Karen said, “Yeah, I am. It must have just been something I ate, because I felt right as rain by the time I got Aaron’s intermission check-in text. He said that Jason Sudeikis came to see the show last night. Did you get to meet him?”, with a knowing smile on her face.

Y/N turned pink, then said, “Yeah. And I gave him my phone number because I’m an idiot, but he ended up texting me, so it worked out,” before going back to doing her makeup. Karen said, “Oh yay! If he plans on coming to see the show again, let me know and I’ll make sure I’m sick again for you,” then scurried off, and it took Y/N about 20 seconds to process what she said before she whipped around and yelled, “DID YOU FAKE BEING SICK SO MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WOULD SEE ME AS SATINE?!?!”, but Karen was already gone.

Y/N let out a groan, then Amber came strolling through the door while saying, “Heyyy, Glitter Girl!”, a little too casually, so Y/N said, “Amber, I’m only gonna ask this once. Did you know Jason was gonna be at the show ahead of time, and did Karen fake being sick so I’d be the one going on for her?”, which made Amber freeze before shooting her a guilty smile and saying, “Kind of?”, earning an incredulous glare and a, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?!?!”, from Y/N.

Amber let out a sigh and said, “I overheard the box office people talking on Wednesday, and one of them said ‘Sudeikis’ followed by ‘tomorrow’, so I put two and two together. But Karen was genuinely not feeling well after the show on Wednesday, so I told her about what I overheard. She said that she was planning on calling off, and when I mentioned that Jason may or may not be your celebrity crush, she said she’d do her best to make sure you were the one going on for her and not me, and Aaron said he’d do the same thing. Please don’t be mad!”, before steepling her hands in a pleading gesture.

Y/N let out a long sigh, then said, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit peeved that you guys went behind my back like that,” which made Amber let out a huge sigh of relief before borderline tackling Y/N in a hug. Her phone buzzed on the table, so she picked it up to see a text from Jason that said, “Break a leg tonight, Twinkle Toes!”, and she must have blushed, because Amber nudged her and said, “You can’t be too mad at me because now your celebrity crush is crushing on you too,” earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/N before she said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get ready, Dollar Store Cupid,” and shooed her away.

Y/N thought for a second, then opened her camera app and took a selfie of her making a silly face in just a wig cap, her stage makeup, and a ratty “I ❤️ NY” tank top to send to Jason with the words “Thanks, Cowboy!” accompanying it. She finished getting into her costume, then right as the five minutes to places announcement went out, Jason texted her back saying, “Yep, that’s your contact photo now. Here’s an equally silly picture of me so you don’t feel left out,” with an attached picture of him with a pencil mustache and crossed eyes.

She giggled, then changed the boring “J” icon her phone automatically gave him to that picture and sent back, “Excellent. About to take places, so I’ll talk to you at intermission,” and the last text she read before she stuck her phone in her bag was a thumbs up and the cowboy emoji. What she didn’t know was that Jason was dangerously close to picking the heart emoji instead, but he figured he had all the time in the world to get to know her enough to finally be able to use that emoji whenever he wanted.

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[drummergetwicked]

Jason X Reader

“Tonight And Always”

By Drummergetwicked

Warnings: None. Total romantic fluff. Just a silly romantic fantasy I was having tonight. Thanks, hormones.

Tonight is a big charity gala in Kansas City and Jason has asked you to be his plus one. You never in your wildest dreams thought that moving to KC would mean you’d actually meet Jason Sudeikis, let alone that he’d ask you out and make you his girlfriend. But here you are, in his home, putting on a gown that he helped you shop for, getting ready to be the pretty thing on his arm for the night.

You told him that you want to make him wait to see you, to give him a “She’s All That” moment. So you’re using the guest room to get ready. Your favorite pump-you-up jams are playing and as you fumble with the deep red silken fabric and the blasted zipper, you’re starting to regret your decision to be cute and romantic rather than practical. But after a good few minutes and plenty of curse words, you finally get the damned thing zipped.

You fix your hair and look in the full length mirror. You’ve never felt more beautiful. Jason insisted that you try this gown on and he was right. The man has impeccable taste. A corseted bodice with a sweetheart neckline, draped sleeves, and a full skirt with a slit up the side. Gorgeous, timeless, sexy yet classy and it hugs you in all the perfect places.

“Y/N you almost ready, girl?!” You hear his deep voice reverberating up the stairs. You swiftly grab your shoes, bag and jacket. You take a deep breath as you take your first step down the staircase, Jason standing at the end watching you, waiting. His big hazel puppy dog eyes wide and beaming at you. But it’s you that’s breathless at the sight of him.

He’s dressed in a beautifully tailored navy blue three piece suit with a sky blue dress shirt and crimson silk tie with white dots. His hair perfectly styled. You’re so used to casual hoodie and ball cap Jason, that seeing him like this has your heart exploding and your eyes blinded by love dust.

“You’re a damn goddess, Y/N. Look at you. Just incredible.. holy moley.” He coos at you as he takes your hand to lay a sweet peck at your knuckles. You damn near trip over the last step from swooning.

“Jason, would you mind helping me with these shoes? I always have such a hard time with the tiny buckles and my nails.” “I’m at your service.” He says with a little flirty shoulder wiggle as you hand him your heels. You giggle as you sit yourself on the edge of an ottoman.

He so delicately takes your foot and places a shoe upon it, carefully fastening the ankle strap and repeats the process with the other. You can’t help but look at him with so much love and affection as he makes this small but sweet gesture. You lightly trace your fingers up his graying sideburn up into his hairline, beaming.

Looking up at you with those big eyes and their crinkles at the side, he asks sweetly “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” Without a word you just cup his face and lay a tender kiss on his dimple, his cheek, up to that gray temple that does something indescribable to you. He lovingly placed his hand on yours, at his cheek. With tears beginning to form in your eyes, you whisper with your face upon his other bristled cheek: “you take my breath away.”

He maneuvers his lips to yours for a sweet, loving kiss and then looks into your eyes and asks softly “are you in love with me, baby?” Neither of you had said those words before. But lord did you feel it. You fought back more tears with a laugh and say “I never have been great at subtlety. I guess I am. Please don’t feel obligated to say it back.” You kiss him and put your arms around his neck as he leans into you, wrapping his arms around you. Still on his knee in front of you.

“I would never say that if I didn’t mean it. Not to you or anyone. But the feeling is mutual, Y/N. You take my breath away every day. You don’t even have to be here. Just thinking of you leaves me breathless. My heart just bursts with love for you.”

The tears are flowing now and you feel the wetness of a couple tears rolling down his cheek onto your arm. “Oh what a mess we’re going to look like at this thing we’re going to!” You laugh as you wipe his and your own tears away.

He chuckles and gets himself standing. Takes your hand as you stand next to him. He helps you on with your jacket and hands you your bag, pecks you on the cheek and offers up his arm. “I can’t wait to show my love off tonight. I’m proud to have you on my arm. Tonight and always.”

“And I’m proud to be on your arm. Tonight and always.” Two faces and two hearts beaming.

“Blinded by lovedust, what did I see? A million, a billion, a trillion stars.” -Luna

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[jasonshoodies]

WIP: Do we want me to continue this?

Jason Sudeikis x Reader

RPF

No Smut (for now)

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"Oh, gross, Sudeikis is gonna be here?" You asked your brother, making a face and taking a sip of beer, "I thought he was too cool for all of us now."

At the edge of the party, you survey your older brother's friends. Bald. Bald. Bald. Married. 3 times divorced. Kids. Kids. Kids. It was Big Slick weekend, and your older brother always had the old Shawnee Mission West crew in to hang when Jason had time to visit Kansas City.

“You know Jason isn't like that. You two just can't stand each other." Your brother smirks and hands you another beer and moves away to work his crowd. Extroverts. You shudder.

Even at 39, so many of your brother's friends still treat you like a little sister, and considering the options laid out before you, that wasn't a bad thing.

Once you were finally in your 20's, there had always been a relentless ballbusting between you and Jason, and in the times he was single, it always came off painfully flirtatious. At least from you. By the time you were 25, he was already considerably successful (and married or just divorced), then by the time he was single again, he was 100% beyond your reach.

Which was fine. Of course. Whatever.

Getting lost in the Kindle app on your phone, you continue to sway on the glider, glancing up periodically at the twinkle lights and the crowd, offering a smile to your niece and nephew across the yard. It wasn't that you weren't social, it was more that this party was for your brother and his family and friends, but it was Friday night and you really didn't have anything better to do. But, to be clear, it wasn't like you were trying to see Jason. Of course not. How stupid would that be?

Looking back at your phone, you read another chapter until you feel someone sit directly beside you, man-spreading, his thigh pressed up against yours. You don't even have to look up to know who it is.

“Do you know how fucking rude it is to sit at a party on your phone?" He doesn't even look at you, instead, he stares straight ahead and tilts his head a little while pushing his tortoise shell glasses up on his nose. With a nod, he spots his own kids and younger sister, Lindsay, and gives all 3 a sweet smile and wave. "I mean, socialize a little. Say hello to people, y/n, Jesus."

Without looking up, you swipe the page on your book and chew your lip for a second, "I told Jeremy that I hoped it wasn't true. Maybe your flight from LA would get delayed. But, I guess when you're a piece of shit who can afford to ruin the Earth and fly private, it doesn't matter."

He doesn't miss a beat and deadpans, "You got it figured out."

“You good?" You ask, cutting him a look and finally putting your phone down, replacing it with a beer of your own. "You look good. Less like an old man from last year. Is that hair color?" Without hesitation, you put your fingertips in the hair at his temples and sideburns and gasp, "Wow. Just for Men. Didn't know that still was a thing. This was completely white last year. Good for you."

Jason leans back a little and smiles showing no teeth, a tight smirk, lips pressed together. "M'yeah. You are lovely as ever." He bites the corner of his bottom lip and considers you, giving you a once over that makes warmth flood your face until he glances away at the sound of his name. Playfully, he squeezes your thigh without another word and stands to join a circle of guys who you personally know live to tell people that they went to high school with Jason Sudeikis.

He does look good, though. Even in his Dad gear. Light color cargo shorts, a hoodie, black baseball cap, and obnoxiously high end sneakers. You can't help but watch him. He's always been comfortable and effortless. Warm. Qualities that have only gotten more developed and better with age.

He, quite unfortunately, has only gotten better with age.

For the rest of the party, he never sits down, and you force yourself back into your phone and mundane conversation until the crowd dies down and you start to help your brother and sister in law pick up and go inside.

It's not that late, but basically everyone has kids, so when Jason comes inside with an arm full of dirty plates and cups to put in the trash, you give him a funny look as you wipe down the kitchen counter. "Well damn, you didn't leave with the kid crowd?"

“Nah, sent mine home with my sister. Haven't seen y'all in a year, Jeremy mentioned playing some cards? I'm a night owl. Not even close to sleep. You staying?"

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline and you wash your hands in the sink, "Yeah, I drank a little, so I wasn't going to drive anyway, I planned on bunking up in the basement."

“Well, lock your Kindle app and come hang out. Unless the sight of me is so nauseating that you just can't stand it." He washes his own hands and grabs a handful of chips from a bowl and pops several in his mouth, leaning against the counter and talking with this mouth full. "I will somehow endure it for your brother."

Casually, you flip him the bird and he grins at you and shrugs. "Maybe later, let's have a couple more beers and see where the night leads us."

[daydreamgoddess14]

Landslide pt. 2

MASTERLIST here

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license! 

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 2:

Lover of the Light - Mumford and Sons (https://open.spotify.com/track/2rjOBgZ6vmRhzf4AbQbbvZ?si=3cdfe7ca63294533)

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons (cover by Matt Johnson & Amber Leigh Irish: https://open.spotify.com/track/6pZ37H5lrW2v26D9Sbx6Yo?si=0fb2b5b84b0a4c92)

Chapter 2

The blue carpet was packed full of people, you weren't entirely sure where you needed to go but followed the other guests towards the doors of the auditorium, it was one of those situations where your fame came in useful, crowds parted and support staff were always happy to make sure you were going in the right direction. 

"Why do you always look like a deer in the headlights at these things? You need a better poker face." A voice chastised behind you. You whipped round to see Marcus and Carey. Insanely grateful for familiar faces you hugged them both happily, over the moon to see them. 

"I fucking hate these things. I always feel like an imposter."

"You sold out an arena tour in a day, what the hell are you on about?!" Carey laughed. You shrugged, 

"It could all come crashing down, you never know!"

"Alright doom and gloom, here the kids wanted you to see this." Marcus handed you his phone so you could see the picture of their kids dressed up as Spiderman and Thor, wielding a ukulele and a keytar. 

"Ohhhh!" You shriek, bubbling with laughter. "They are the cutest! Clearly they take after Carey." Between the two of you, Marcus paused to wave further up the carpet, your laughter had caught the attention of some photographers. You looked over to see who he was greeting and locked eyes with the man of the hour, Jason. You managed to raise a shy smile which he returned. It felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 seconds before you were back talking to Carey as if nothing had happened. Something had definitely happened though, your skin felt tingly, you could feel the blood in your veins heating up, and your legs felt like jelly. It was like meeting at the studio again except instead of poor Tom being the gooseberry, half of Los Angeles were. 

"We're doing a little set tonight." Marcus explained. 

"Oh nice, I haven't heard you guys for ages." You brought yourself back down to earth. 

"You could," he cooked his head with a wink, "y'know… join us?"

"No way, I'm not remotely prepared, I haven't sang live for weeks. I don't even remember half the words to your stuff!"

"Thanks mate."

"You know what I mean, It's too much pressure."

"As opposed to every other time you perform. Go onnn! It'll be fun!"

"For who?!" You try to counter, but he's winning you over. It really had been quite a few weeks since you'd last performed to an audience and you were feeling the pull. There was also that intoxicating way Jason had looked at you - the urge to do something unexpected and surprise him was pretty strong. "OK, say I said yes, who would we be pissing off - apart from my entire management team?"

"Nah, no one. No one even needs to know, we'll just tell the floor manager to get an extra mic set up and everyone else will be none the wiser. It'll be a good surprise for Tom and Jason to hear you properly live with a band." Yeah… you couldn't argue with that. 

"OK, OK, let's do it." He whooped and the three of you started moving a little quicker to the doors. You passed by a handful of the cast still having photos taken, a couple of them recognised you and a buzz went up from the photography area. You hesitated before stopping for some pictures, it was a premiere after all and you had dressed up for it in a dress which was the visual representation of exuding confidence. Confidence which you were absolutely winging at the moment in an ultimate ‘fake it til you make it’ strategy.

"How come you're here tonight?" One of the photographers shouted, “What do you think of your ex’s new girl?”

"Just a fan of the show." You smiled and posed, ignoring the second question. Once inside, Carey waved you off with a grin while you went backstage with Marcus.

~~~~~~~

"So we're doing the theme song - you don't have to do that - then in between the two episodes we're doing 2 or 3 songs while everyone has a break, then I think we'll do one after the screening as well. Happy with that?" You nod, "I'll come back to watch the first episode so you come back with me just before that ends. I'll go out as planned, introduce you and you can join us. Bit of backing, bit of melody. It doesn't matter if you really have forgotten all the words." You thank him gratefully. Back with Carey, you cheer for Marcus as he performs the theme song. At the other end of the same row, you can't help but steal a glance at Jason. He looked across to you just as your attention was drawn back to the stage. You managed to sneak out just before the end of the episode to wait for Marcus to introduce you. As expected, with only a few people knowing that you were there and no one at all expecting you to join the band on stage, the screening audience went crazy when you were introduced. 

"Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash the party. Hope you're playing something I remember, Marmar." You tease lightly. He puts a hand to his heart, 

"Some of you may have seen us in the early 2010s on tour with my good friend here. You might remember that she used to join us for a banging version of Lover of the Light?" He looked to you for confirmation that you remembered enough to get by, and then you brought the fucking house down. With the first couple of songs under your belt, you were much more relaxed watching the second episode. It had been such a rush performing live on a total whim, it had been years since you'd done something so reckless and unpredictable regarding your music. Your phone was already blowing up in your bag with Twitter notifications - your management team would have a field day again, you still weren't exactly in the good books. Marcus had saved your favourite of his songs for last - I Will Wait. Similarly to Lover of the Light, the pair of you used to do a storming version together many, many years ago and you loved it so much that you'd recorded an acoustic version for one of your albums and you had been known to wheel it out during live shows as well. It wasn't until you were back up on the stage though that Marcus pretty much reduced his own role to backing singer and had gently nudged you to front the band. It was a damn good job you'd known them all for the better part of 15 years. Your unrehearsed, pared down version was a winner. You kept your eyes in the general direction of Carey and didn't let them stray to the opposite end of the row until the very end when you couldn't resist stealing a look at Jason any longer. He looked happy - fortunately - really happy, and you could feel your stomach tighten at the vaguely familiar notion of genuine attraction to someone. With the impromptu mini gig over, you had a quick 5 minutes with the band before heading off with the intention of finding a bar and a very alcoholic drink prior to catching up with Jason and Tom. Dutch courage was very much on the agenda. You ordered a whiskey and watched from the bar as the cast and creative team started making their way in, stopping every few seconds to be welcomed and congratulated by guests, media and family. You'd gotten talking to a couple of the writers who'd recognised you. 

"I was at your last gig in New York, it was so much fun!"

"I love shows in New York," You grinned, "I get to sleep in my own bed for a change!" 

"Ugh hotel beds are a menace. I either sleep like the dead or not at all."

"Tell me about it, buses are the worst though - be so glad you don't have to sleep on a bus! I did a week of shows in the UK last year and we were so tight on time that I'd finish a gig, go to sleep on the bus and wake up in a new city. I don't even think we bothered with hotel rooms, just drove through the night." You grimaced. Your back still hadn't forgiven you for that, and your tour manager was under strict instructions to avoid that debacle for future shows.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, congrats guys!" Jason reached in to say hello to his writing team first.

"You too boss! Have you guys met?" They gestured to you, "I had no idea Marcus was going to bring her, did you?" 

"I did know. Thanks for coming." Jason finally turned to you with a smile that made you forget your own name. 

"Thanks for the invite. And sorry for the surprise set. It was Marcus's idea." You looked up while the writers filtered away to see other people, leaving the two of you alone. You took a long drink, buying you time to compose yourself because holy shit he looked so good. You wondered if it would be better to hold the meeting at separate ends of the room and communicate via smoke signals to save your blushes.

"Oh no, I loved it! Instant validation for the request I sent to Tom and Marcus, as if hearing you in the studio wasn't enough. You sounded amazing." You wave the compliment away,

"I'm way under rehearsed, I'm still under strict instructions to lay low for a while so I haven't been in front of a big audience for ages."

"It didn't show, really, you were great. Better than Marcus."

"Stop, he'll never forgive me!" You nudged him, laughing. 

"Can we sit?" You nod and his hand brushes the small of your back, guiding you to a booth. It’s warm through the thin fabric of your dress and you could curse when your treacherous body shivers in response. 

"Congrats on tonight, it looks like it's been a huge success."

"Ahh we'll see, it's a long way to go till the end of May. How's your week been?"

"Pretty good thanks, a few meetings. Plenty of writing."

"Anything you'd like to share?" He asked curiously. 

"Not just yet,” you tease lightly, “give it another day or so and maybe. Also it might be wildly different to what Tom's expecting so I don't want to get in trouble."

“You don’t strike me as a troublemaker.”

“I’m on my best behaviour. Unfortunately. One more bad headline and-” you draw your finger across your throat.

“No way? Those headlines are not your fault - you defended yourself.”

“Hmm but there are a lot of people out there who don’t believe that I’m defending myself. They believe that I’m the problem.” He looks at your hand resting on the table near his and you think he’s about to take it, but he moves his own away at the last second. “So… troublemaker, that’s me.” You smile ruefully. 

“Well I think I’ll reserve judgment.” He does move his hand then, but not to take yours, instead it goes around you to rest on your hip furthest from him, the action sliding you across the seat a few inches closer to him. He holds your gaze, an unspoken request for permission/forgiveness. You can’t help but feel a little unsure, automatically defensive. You’d spent three years being belittled, gaslit, shamed and manipulated in every aspect of your personal life, and now you were trying to recover from that whilst simultaneously trying to prove that those things were really happening to you and that you’re not a cold, calculating and manipulative bitch. You had no idea who you could really trust, who was supporting you or who was in the pocket of your ex. It was draining trying to mentally vet every reaction, conversation and person before letting your guard down. Something in his warm eyes lets you think you can trust him though, so you lean into that and into his hand just a little. Your eyes flash down to his mouth and back again and you hope you were quick enough that he didn't notice because you hadn't meant to do it. Well, not exactly. Your time alone is cut short though when Tom comes over with more drinks. 

"So that was unexpected." He said, handing you a glass. "Brilliant, but unexpected." Jason moves his hand from behind you to take his drink from Tom. 

"Told you." 

"Hush, you. Thank you, Tom. I caved to peer pressure. Marcus bullied me into it."

"I should get him a drink then." You unlock your phone and slide it across the table, the notes app open. As it passes him, Jason tries to sneak a look but Tom grabs up the phone and reads. "Keep going, you're nearly there." He advises firmly. "Though I want to hear it, I'm in meetings all day tomorrow but record a quick voice note, give me an idea of pace and melody and I’ll think on it." 

"Can you send it to me too?" Jason asked. 

"Nope." You reply with a smirk, for a moment he looks confused. "I don't have your number. But also, I’m not about to send you a half arsed voice note just yet." You shrug. He's about to reply when a few people start milling around looking like they need him. He excuses himself and you and Tom compare some notes on the start you’ve made to the song. He next finds you back at the same table catching up with Carey.

“-I’m just saying I would pay good money to see you recreate that Tom Holland Lip Sync Battle rain dance!” Carey giggled.

“Oh god, I’d fall over and break something! Besides, I’m not built for dancing - especially not dirty rain dancing!” You reply gleefully, the giggles getting the better of you both.

“Who’s doing dirty rain dancing?” Jason grins, handing both of you a drink, “Saw you both from the bar.”

“Ahh I’ll never convince her. Maybe Marcus will do it instead.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I’m going to be so hungover on the school run tomorrow.”

“Same.” he agrees.

“I’ll come with you, I want to see the kiddos and I’ll bring the biggest coffees I can find.”

“Thanks, love. If I’m already going to be hungover I might as well finish this drink as well! Thanks Jason, and congratulations!” As the party slows and people drift off, including Tom, you talk Carey into staying for another drink, not quite willing to leave Jason’s company just yet. He’s been sitting next to you again, not so close that it would make Carey uncomfortable or would seem rude. Close enough that when he talks with his hands they brush against your arm or hand. When they’re finally still and he puts them on the seat between you both, his fingertips can catch against yours or (very bravely) ghost over the hem of your dress. Meanwhile, you’re trying to look casual, trying to act unruffled but there’s a marching band inside your body banging your heart like a bloody big drum and it might as well be bursting out of your chest like a cartoon. When Carey gets up to track down Marcus so you can share an Uber with them, he turns on the seat to face you. 

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “For the voice note you're going to send me,” he teases.

“I’m not sending you the bloody song over WhatsApp. Tom can show you whatever he chooses, but you’ll get nothing from me until I say so.”

“Nothing at all huh?” He moves closer on the seat. You smile shyly,

“I’d strongly advise against whatever it is you think you’d like to do right now.”

“There’s a lot that I’d like to do, you might need to be more specific?” You shake your head in exasperation.

“My life is a fucking mess.”

“So is mine.”

“So you wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“I really think I might actually want to. Might make it better.”

“The paps are-”

“Intense, rude, intrusive?”

“My ex-”

“Is a dick.” 

“Can we be serious for one minute? One minute. I don’t want you to drag you into this shitshow, my name is mud everywhere at the moment - I might as well be public enemy number one. No matter how… brief this might end up being, it’s still not fair on you, or your family, that you get associated with it all.”

“I don’t need to be, we don’t have to broadcast it.”

“I’m pretty sure they know my diary better than I do.” You counter, then pause, taking in the hat, the custom made tracksuit, the dimples. “But… I can avoid them most of the time. I try to… protect myself.”

“We could try that? Because I’d really like to kiss you before Carey gets back and you have to leave.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at that. The hint of a smile is enough for him to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips making you hum happily. “Wanna come to a basketball game?”

“And sit about 10 seats away from you pretending I’m not checking you out?”

“Amazing coincidence, that’s exactly what I’d be doing too.”

“I’d love to. Especially the checking you out part.” You grin. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Marcus and Carey coming back for you. “Looks like my time is up.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and opens the screen before handing it to you to add your number.

~~~~~~~~

Over the next couple of days, the tabloids seemed to wake up to your arrival in L.A, though they did at least leave you alone and keep their distance. A handful of pictures cropped up on Twitter and Instagram - you holding hands with one of Marcus and Carey’s kids, giving them a piggyback after school, some of you from the Ted Lasso premiere and one of you collecting takeout the evening after the premiere. You knew there would be photographers at the basketball game you were attending so you’d planned to go with an old friend. Despite Jason being the one to ask you to go, you knew that you’d be unlikely to even be able to say more than hello to him with so many eyes around. You sat one row back from the courtside and about 10-15 seats further along the row than Jason sat with his castmates and son. He’d sent you a message before you’d even pulled up at your apartment after the premiere, you’d replied of course and the message pingpong had been pretty regular in the run up to the game. He’d seen you arrive, he’d been loitering at the edge of the court talking while the seats began to fill up. You’d smiled and held your beer up in greeting.

You look great, I’m glad you came

Thanks, you too. This doesn’t count as a first date though.

That’s fair, I’ve got to get O home after this, but we could hang out later in the week?

Sounds good, enjoy the game

After the game, someone had pushed a ball into his hands while people were milling around the court. He’d been laughing and joking with Toheeb and Kola and you’d been perfectly happy just watching him have a good time. He took his cap off and turned it around on his head so he could better line up his shot. You had been halfway through a conversation but god fucking damn your jaw near hit the floor when he bounced a little and the ball had travelled near half the length of the court and straight into the basket. Someone had been filming it and Kola had excitedly told him to tell the camera that it had been one take. By this point, you’d long given up on talking with your friend and she watched in amusement while your words had trailed off. She followed your gaze to the scenes on the court.

“That’s emmm… that’s pretty hot.”

“I’m not usually a men doing sports type of person. In that it normally doesn’t affect me in any kind of way.”

“How you feeling now?”

“Pretty fucking affected. Jesus.” You reached for your phone while the image and the thoughts were still fresh in your mind - though there was no doubt that the visual would be there for a very long time to come. 

That was insane. I truly hope you know how hot that was because I… I’m speechless.

With the rest of the court clearing out, you took your empty beer glasses and took one last look at Jason. He spotted you so you gave a quick glance around for potential photographers before very obviously fanning yourself with your hand. He laughed and winked.

~~~~~~~~~

[the5thcellar]

absolutely fucking FASCINATING to me that after everything .... after E V E R Y T H I N G .... jason sudeikis still chose the worst, the last, the loveless and the most rock bottom option .... who would never choose him back.

Someone who asked Ted to go and someone who asked him to stay (inspired by this post via @dollsome-does-tumblr)

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

The Emmy's, 2022

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When your alarm went off on Monday morning you squeezed your eyes shut. You knew Mia was already awake and you knew she’d be pushing the door open momentarily.

You heard Jason clear his throat, shifting atop the sheets beside you when his right hand flopped over and landed on your thigh.

“Good morning,” Mia cooed once you managed to hit your phone, make it stop. She came in quietly, pushed one of the curtains aside to let some light into your hotel suite.

You’d gotten home late, another party last night to kick off the celebrating with friends and producers and now you were regretting the four glasses of champagne you’d downed before midnight.

You opened your eyes, sat up slowly and blinked a few times. Game day.

Not for you, luckily. For Jason. He’d long accepted now that Mia would show up at sunrise on days like these, coffee and pastries in hand before you had to spend hours in a make up chair.

He had plenty to do today too. They’d all been preparing for the Emmy’s for weeks, hopeful they’d get to celebrate again but equally as excited to shower their showtime counterparts with praise.

“Getting old, huh?” Jason smiled up at you when he rubbed his eyes. He sat up beside you, Mia set down a Starbucks tray on a table across the room.

“I can never keep up when I try to drink with Juno and Hannah,” you admitted with a guilty smile, comforter pooled in your lap.

They both laughed, Jason stood and stretched, made his way to the bathroom when you read through the text messages and blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

Mia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her eagerness floated across the room when you padded over.

“Want me to run through the schedule?”

You nodded, reached for your coffee and took a sip when you stared out over Los Angeles. There was noise in the living room, the main door to the suite opened and closed when Cara appeared.

“Carpet starts at 3pm—Jason’s expected right at the end.”

Cara waved and smiled when she came in quietly, dropped off a few things on the table as Mia kept going.

“Your hair is 10am, make up at noon when you finish lunch. Drinks and everything in the Lerner Room with cast and crew at 2pm–everyone has different departure times so time on the carpet is staggered. You and Jason are last.”

You nodded, it’d been a stressful few weeks. Headlines and opposing sides and finally he decided it’d be best to minimize the risk.

You’d walk after the last call, a warning voice would come through speakers and that’s when you’d take your seats. Better to skip the carpet than get sucked into the spotlight and inadvertently fuel a fire that neither of you started.

Cara sipped from her own coffee, apparently sensing the hesitancy that hung in the hotel room like the morning gloom over LA. “You guys just need to focus on celebrating the show and everyone’s hard work.”

You nodded and let her words linger, the clouds wouldn’t last all day and Jason came out from the bathroom looking much more awake than a few minutes earlier.

“Ready to dazzle tonight?” Cara teased, her lips in a challenging smirk, one that must have developed over the last five years of working with her boss.

“Something like that,” he joked. He was whisked into the living room, briefings and breakfast before your suite became a makeshift headquarters for one of Hollywood’s wildest nights.

A FaceTime call with his kids and his parents, you showered and tried to ignore the anxiety that now fogged the mirror alongside steam.

He swore he wasn’t expecting to win, too much of a fan of the other shows and actors to think he’d beat them out.

But he was excited, saying for weeks that he was thrilled to be nominated alongside some of the greats. Even better, the show was back in the Microsoft theatre. No need for zoom calls or tie-dye or anything like that.

When Justine put moisturizer on your face a few hours later, there was finally a moment for you to exhale.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” you nodded slightly, careful to let her fingers rub over your forehead. “Kailyn’s more nervous than I am probably.”

Justine smiled. Your team was close-knit, years of working together meant years of handling rumors and celebrations alike. “What’s she saying?”

“Just some gentle reminders to have fun and ignore the rest.”

She giggled at your borrowed language and turned back to her palettes.

Kailyn was right. No sense in getting involved in something that wasn't really your business, even if the ring on your finger now dragged you into headlines right beside them.

So you knew that no matter what happened or what the interviewers threw his way, you’d make it out alive and wake up to the same sky and the same guy beside you. That was a good reminder.

Which was what you repeated in your head when you followed behind him, a security detail by your side, all the way by the reporters, inside, past the bars, into the theatre, and to the table.

The room buzzed with excitement and you waved at familiar faces when you wove through, a few friends were interspersed throughout and excited to see you. The rest of the cast and crew in attendance were already seated, Hannah and Juno and Jeremy and drinks secured in hand.

You smiled and hugged them, heard the announcements begin when the lights flickered in warning.

The opening sequence was smooth and energizing, someone delivered drinks and you clinked your glass against his, a quick wink at you in the dark before he leaned and cracked a joke to Brett at the table nearby.

The night went like that, peaceful and uneventful, despite a few losses for the team. You chatted with other friends during quick commercial breaks and told them all about the end of your tour, I can’t believe it’s finally over!

An hour in, your hand smacked his chest when his name echoed the event space. His eyes went a little wide when he stole a glance at you, the whole table laughed and he didn’t mind all eyes on him. I beat Jason Sudeikis!

But the real moment of the evening was when his name echoed again, met with applause a look of shock that had you tugging him up and cheering.

He blinked and shook his head in disbelief, tugged you into his side and pressed a kiss to your cheek before Brett slung an arm over your shoulder, holy fucking shit.

He uttered your name in a string of others, people he loved and thanked and celebrated. And then he did it again, deja vu in the theatre when they all clamored up and stood on stage together. Your hands on your chest and the threat of tears in your eyes, you could feel the camera on your face and for a second, you wondered what a journalist would make of it: Y/N L/N cries like an idiot at Jason Sudeikis’ Emmy wins!

You sipped your cocktail during the commercial break, giggled when Selena came and sat beside you. The people, the dresses, you whispered with your friend and relished in what felt like a normal moment. Eventually security fetched you and pulled you backstage.

They stood in front of another backdrop at the end of the night, photos and awards passed around and you stood with Cara and Mia when the rest of the cast stepped off.

Jason answered more questions, they cheered him on and you stayed towards the back, careful to give them their moment without overstepping.

But you were congratulated too, finally the cameras were off and there was more hooting and hollering like last year as you clamored into a party bus.

This time, you sat up front.

**

The rooftop terrace was glowing, string lights overhead as Apple Execs mingled with their front line actors.

Juno tipped back her glass at the afterparty, finished the champagne in her flute and then placed it on the tray of a server nearby.

“Alright,” she nodded her head with determination. “I’m finally drunk enough to mingle.”

“Best wishes,” you teased, a nod of your chin out to the crowd: plenty of people to choose from.

She’d rated outfits with you from the refuge of a high top table, but now drifted out into the sea of jewels and gowns.

Alone for a second and you glanced over at him, a glass in hand when he listened to someone you didn’t recognize. Butterflies pooled in your belly at the thought of joining him, no way you could saunter up and join a conversation with men twice your age.

But a shot of tequila with Hannah got your mind off of it, a slice of pizza when someone ordered delivery. He found you mid-bite.

“I knew I could find you here,” he smirked, a quick glance at Phil and Juno who were stood beside you.

You swallowed, talked around the cheesy goodness. “Where there is food…” you joked.

He reached behind you for his own piece, brought a napkin to spare his suit from any drops of grease. “So,” he took the first bite. “What’s the game plan?”

You looked at Phil and Juno, bowing out of the decision making with a single glance. Not my night, not my call.

“Game plan?” Phil asked. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“It’s almost midnight,” he noted, letting his voice drop to a whisper when he glanced around to make sure he was in the clear. “When do we wanna ditch?”

“Ditch?” Phil was confused but Juno’s eyes lit up and she grinned.

“Are we ditching for what I think we’re ditching for?”

“To hang out at my house in sweatpants and smoke weed?”

Phil’s eyes went wide at the picture you painted, a single nod when he confirmed: “I’m in.”

A slice for the road and a quick ride back home, he steadied you onto the driveway of the house you’d rented over the summer.

It makes sense to have a place here, you’d decided with him one night at dinner. For both of us.

And while you’d been asleep in your hotel suite, the house in the hills was decorated and prepared for the after party of all after parties.

Casual, of course.

Popcorn and slushee machines by the pool, drinking games and a set of pajamas for all of them. Goodie bags with toothbrushes and toiletries, and by 2am you sat at the fire pit on his lap.

Joe and Hannah were on either side of him, laughter floated towards the stars and Jason leaned forward to kiss your shoulder.

You turned slightly to see him, voice quiet when Brett told a story about his parents.

“I think we stayed out of the limelight today,” you decided with a playful smile. “Aside from winning.”

He scoffed a little, one that rolled into laugh when he shrugged. “We’ll see what the internet thinks.”

You let out a breath, took in the detail of his face. He was tired, relieved, but happy. “Fuck the internet,” you reassured, pressing your lips to his forehead.

“—they’re in their own world, completely unaware,” Hannah’s voice burst your cozy bubble. Jason shifted when he heard her, face lit up with an antagonizing smirk.

“Oh calm down,” he laughed. “Once upon a time you were the number one fan of our PDA.”

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows rose when you looked to Hannah for an explanation, the others watched on in amusement.

“When I had to force him to make a move,” she defended. “He was happy as a clam every morning when he’d walk into work and gossip about his nights with you. Probably never would have gone out for your birthday if I hadn’t smacked him upside the head.”

Her words brought back the memory: early summer in New York, the cupcake and the blooming trees and the party at Blake and Ryan’s.

You looked down to Jason, the new detail from Hannah brought a new level of confidence.

“And why did you need the support from our dear friend Hannah?”

Brett answered for him, teasing his friend mercilessly: “because he was so certain you were out of his league!”

“Oh, I am,” you reminded the group seriously. He laughed and pretended to drop you off his lap, jostled his knees just to make you flinch.

By 3am a few people had dipped out, Juno’s boyfriend had a joint between his fingers and passed it to you.

“It’s nice to have our little ritual,” Juno said with an innocent smile, her eyes scanning the circle that seemed to be symbolic.

“What’s that?” Jason asked, watching as you took a puff and then held the joint in midair. He brought it to his lips, took the end of your hit with eyebrows raised.

“Before Y/N was around the nights just kind of trailed off. Now we always smoke weed in a circle and someone says something incredibly cheesy.”

“Like you are right now?” Brett challenged, earning himself a playful glare from Juno.

“Great,” you laughed, “so I’m like, the stoner friend?”

“No, no,” Juno smiled. “I mean, it’s either you or him, but…”

They all laughed, Jason shrugged, I can’t protest, but then he shifted gears when a text came through on his Lock Screen. “So, Cara’s the greatest ever and just sent us In-N-Out delivery.”

That was music to their ears, so you made sure everyone was well fed and had a bed or a couch and finally, you sat on top of your mattress with burgers in hand.

He took off his watch and set it on the nightstand, settling on the mattress before he flopped down. He stared at the ceiling for a second.

“I’m hungry enough to eat yours too,” you threatened.

That made him sit up fast, an outstretched hand before you handed him the paper wrapped burger.

“Does this count as breakfast?”

You looked at the clock nearby. 4:03am.

“I think so.”

He laughed, took a bite and then smiled up at you.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for having me,” you fluttered your eyelashes.

“I really didn’t think I was gonna win.”

“I know.”

“You know?” He eyed you skeptically.

“You didn’t believe in yourself.”

He let out a tiny laugh at your play on words, smiled when he looked up at you. “You’ve really gotta stop watching that show.”

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[tinydeskwriter]

My Masterlists

Jack Harlow

Harry Styles

F1

[hoodassnerd]

I’d fuck Jason sudeikis.

[sillygooseassociation]

now i'm thinking about a little team work: jason is doing some editing, you're finishing up lunch and the kiddos are playing. next thing you know, they have hoisted her up on otis' back, her little arms wrapped around his shoulders/neck while dais holds her backside to make sure they go upstairs safely and she's chanting dada non stop til they make it to the office. man is torn between worried and proud cause baby's obviously got everyone wrapped around her tiny fingers (also the planning WAS really good. she is crazy about her brother, so she did hold on when he told her to, well, she tried, the little guy did most of the heavy lifting)

jason smiles, hearing his little girl chanting for him, but then he realizes that the voice is getting closer and he's like "what the actual fuck" because he can hear you in the kitchen so how is baby girl getting upstairs???? he sprints out of his office, tripping over his own feet as he does so before he sees all three munchkins making their way up the stairs to him. baby sudeikis absolutely loses it when she sees her daddy, giggling and letting go of otis's neck to make grabby hands at jason. which of course makes him freak out because oh my god don't drop your sister but otis and daisy are so protective of their sister, she is all good, no worries

[calzone-d]

Riding Dirty (Jason Sudeikis x Reader)

a/n: thanks everyone for being patient with me while I studied for finals and took a few days off from writing. hope this makes up for it! requests are always open, so send anything in! love hearing you guys’ ideas!

pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.6

summary: Your first time riding Jason. (18+)

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You and Jason had been on a few dates now, and you could honestly say you were over the moon about your budding relationship. Not only was your connection amazing, but the sex was on an entirely new level.

Before you met him, you were typically left unsatisfied by your previous partners. Their skill, their desire, their assets. Sure, size wasn’t everything, but it definitely was something.

Jason was the biggest guy you’d ever been with. He always made sure to take his time to warm you up with foreplay before going straight to sex- not only was it just the right way to do things, it would be quite a challenge to take him this early on without the foreplay. Although he was aware of his size, he was nevery overtly cocky, something you were beginning to love about him.

Tonight was a perfect example. He’d invited you over, poured you a glass of wine, then the two of you cooked dinner together. By now, though, dinner had been long forgotten. You were lying across his couch, head propped up on the headrest, eyes rolled to the back of your head. While sitting and discussing your week after dinner, his hands running up and down your exposed legs sparked desire deep in you. Jason could tell, this was obvious by the way he pressed hot kisses down your neck. Occasionally, he’d sneak in a soft bite.

His lips made their way down your body, across your breasts, and to the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Jason, please-“, you whined.

“What is it, honey?”

“I need your mouth”, without another word he pulled your shorts and panties down your legs. You were hoping he’d go straight in, but you should’ve known he’d want to take his time to admire you. He put both hands on your kneecaps and spread your legs apart. A crimson blush spread across your cheeks as he stared directly at your pussy. There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you were absolutely dripping, and your thoughts were quickly confirmed by Jason.

“You’re dripping, Y/N. Fuck”, he practically growled. He brought two fingers up to slowly stroke your lips. Just to be a tease, he avoided putting any direct pressure on your clit. Thankfully he didn’t ask for any words before he decided to take mercy on you, your brain was mush.

Jason decided to omit his plan of starting with his fingers, instead opting to lick a firm stripe up your slit. He moaned into your pussy before pulling away, “You taste so good, baby. Fucking delicious”.

His lips immediately returned to your pussy, licking slow, deep stripes up your lips before stopping to flick softly at your clit.

As your clit began to swell, Jason spent more time swirling his tongue around it. He’d make tight circles around it, suck it into his mouth while he flicked it with his tongue, and would sloppily kiss at it before repeating. You looked down to meet his eyes, and the pure desire in them made you whine.

You reached a hand down to thread through his hair, “Yes, Jason. Feels s’good-“. There was no point in trying to speak anymore, all you cared about right now was the feeling of his tongue on your pussy. He brought a single finger up to press gently into you, and wasn’t surprised at all when there was little resistance. When he curled it upwards, it pressed perfectly against your g-spit and you bucked your hips into his face.

He didn’t seem to mind at all. Actually, he began eating you out even more purposefully. You bucked and writhed against his finger, desperate for him to make you cum. Your moans went straight to his cock, and the sight of him slowly rutting his hips into the cushion of the couch only turned you on more. The moans he let out into your pussy added the perfect amount of vibration.

“fuck, keep doing that.”

Before you could get any closer to finishing, he pulled away. You pouted down at him, but the sight of your arousal coating his mustache and scruffy chin made you whimper. Jason smirked up at you, and slowed the movement of his fingers that were buried in you.

“How you doing, sweetheart?”, the way he asked was so nonchalant.

You let out a breathy laugh at the way he was still so caring, even though you knew his cock was painfully hard.

“C’mere, Jas.”, you reached down for him. You pulled him up with a hand on the back of his neck. He was eager to kiss you, licking at the seam of your lips before prodding his tongue against yours. The taste of you on his tongue made you moan, and the sound encouraged him to pull you close. Messy was the only way to describe the kiss.

“Turn around”, you moaned after you pulled away to breathe. Jason sat back against the couch, and you were quick to straddle him. Your pussy was soaked, and he could undoubtedly feel it through his boxers when you rocked against him. He threw his head back at the feeling of your lips against his neck. Both hands were planted firmly against your hips, and he used his grip to help rock you against him.

The kisses you pressed to his neck were sloppy and wet, and you would occasionally sprinkle in a teasing nip. Every time your teeth met his neck you felt his cock throb against you. You pulled away to admire his flushed face, “Look so good, Jas.”

He grinned at your compliment, and you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his dimple. While you took a second to catch your breath, he lifted his hips to shimmy his boxers down his sculpted legs. When you returned to your position on top of him, you both sighed at the feeling of his cock pressed flush against your pussy.

You leaned forward to kiss him for a minute. This time was slow and deliberate.

Before it could get heated, you pulled away and shifted back to sit closer to his knees. His thick cock bobbed at the movement, and you looked down in awe. It was thick and veiny with an angry red tip. You gathered spit in your mouth before letting it drop down to coat his shaft. Jason moaned when you used a gentle hand to spread it up and down his cock. You brought a hand up to brush over the dark hair that coated his chest. The feeling of your hands on him made his cock throb once more.

One of your fingers brushed against Jason’s nipple and he let out an unexpected moan at the action. You made a mental note of it while you stroked him more firmly now, and ran your thumb across the head of his cock. It sat tall against your belly, and you imagined how far it would fill you up once it was finally inside of you.

You knew he was big; that was something you’d learned the first night you spent together. It didn’t cross your mind that this would be the first time you were on top, but you were beginning to wonder if you’d be able to fit all of him inside of you this way. He pulled you in for a kiss while you continued to stroke him. His breath was hot against your face, and the sounds he made were unreal.

You’d grabbed a condom earlier and slid it in the pocket of your pajama shorts, so you pulled away quickly to grab it and roll it down his shaft. As soon as you pulled back to admire your handiwork, he was bringing you in for another kiss.

Eventually, you raised up on your knees and positioned your entrance over the tip of his cock. Both of you let out moans as he finally found his way inside you, but a few inches down you needed a second to adjust. Jason could tell, and said nothing as you buried your head in his shoulder and tried to take a few deep breaths.

“Shit- Your pussy’s so tight, baby.”, you moaned at his words. You didn’t need much time to adjust to his girth, but in this position, you had nowhere to hide from his length. With gravity in consideration, you had no option but to just take it. He could tell by your moans it was a little painful, but knew that if it became too much you’d tell him.

One of his hands raised up to stroke at your back, “Look at me, sweet girl.”

You pulled away to meet his eyes. Without saying anything, he brought two fingers up to your lips and you allowed him to push them into your mouth with no hesitation. The way you sucked and swirled your tongue around his fingers made it hard for him to not buck up into you. Before he pulled them out he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Good girl, Y/N”. His praise made you whimper pathetically.

Jason pressed you close to him and pulled his fingers out of your mouth before dropping them down to your clit. His slippery fingers drew sloppy circles against your clit, making it a bit easier for you to relax. Your mouth fell open in a hot, silent moan against his neck.

“That feel good, baby?”

You only moaned into his skin. His fingers stopped their movement at your lack of words, “Give me words, sweetheart”.

“Yes, Jas.”

“That’s my girl”, his fingers continued as they were before. You were already soaked, but his movements made you even more wet, which made it easier for you when you slowly started to take more of him. Your mouth fell open in a silent “o”. It hurt, but felt so good at the same time. Your hands grasped at his skin, and your nails left red lines in their path.

“mmm- You can take it, sweet girl.”, you sunk a bit lower onto him. “Just like that”, Jason moaned.

His fingers stayed toying with your clit while you were focused on taking the rest of his cock. You felt so full, his tip was nestled firmly against your cervix. Jason tipped his head down to press hot kisses against your collarbone and shoulder. His lips against your skin only aroused you more, and allowed you to sink down an inch more. It wasn’t much, but to you it felt like it could’ve been 10 inches more.

“So good for me, take my cock, honey. I know you can.”, you whimpered at his praise and felt even more compelled to please him. He pinched your clit lightly between his fingers and you squealed into his neck.

“ah!”

He chuckled lowly at the sound. After a few minutes of him helping you adjust, your clit finally made contact with the firm surface of his pubic bone. The hair there was slightly scratchy against you, but you were relieved you had taken it all.

“Ja-oh”, you were cut off by the feeling of him throbbing deep inside you.

His chest hair scratched lightly against your nipples. His hands were large and warm against you. His cock was buried so deeply in you, you could barely fathom it. All of the sensations combined made you feel high.

“Feels good being full of me, baby?”

“so good”

Jason brought you in for another kiss, and it wasn’t long before you were panting against his mouth. When he slowly started to rock you against him, you thought you were going to cum on the spot. You felt so full, and the drag of your clit against his pubic bone added just the right amount of pressure.

He grabbed a tight hold of your hips and began softly bouncing you on top of him. Your moans went up an octave, the repetitive pressure of his tip hitting your cervix gave you just the perfect amount of pleasurable pain. Looking down to where you two were joined, you let out another loud moan. Just knowing he was so deep inside of you drove you crazy.

“Take my cock baby, you can take it, can’t you?”, the slight condescending tone behind his words made you clench against him. He brought up a hand to cup your cheek as you now bounced against him on your own.

“Yes, I can take- oh”, he pinched one of your nipples in his other hand. “I can take it, I promise.”

“Of course you can, sweet girl. Made to take my fuckin’ cock, hm?”, he slipped a thumb in your mouth and you whined against it before nodding.

“mm-hmm”

He pressed a warm hand flat against the front of your belly. “You feel me there?”

You could barely form words, let alone nod. What did he expect you to do when he had you like this?

His hand had now moved to hold your jaw, forcing you to hold his stare. “Being so good, taking me so deep like this.”

Jason’s voice was low and raspy. His hands moved to cup your bouncing tits, and he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. The action made you clench again, which caused him to bite harder. When he hit harder, it made you clench again. It was a beautiful cycle.

He sucked on the hardened buds like it was his only mission in life. One of his hands reached behind your head to bury itself in your hair. The other raised up to land a quick slap against your breast, and he watched in awe as you moaned and arched into him.

“Want to feel you cum on my cock”, thank fuck. You didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“m’so close Jason please”

“Please what, sweet girl?”

“I-ohhh”, your words trailed off into a moan.

Truthfully, you didn’t even know what you were asking for. Somehow Jason knew, as he pulled you down onto him in a quick rhythm, and angled your hips just right so that your clit wouldn’t be neglected.

Tears pricked your eyes as you threw your head back.

“shit, Y/n. Cum for me, sweet girl”, his moans combined with his lips pressed to your pulse point sent you barreling over the edge. You practically screamed as you came on his cock, squeezing it and sending your juices dripping down his shaft.

The feeling of your walls milking him sent him into his own orgasm, hands pulling you close, breath hot in your ear. He held you firmly against him as he filled up the condom. Hopefully, you’d eventually know what it felt like to have him truly fill you up.

His cock pulsed against the deepest parts of you while the two of you did your best to calm your breathing. Jason had a tight hold on you, pressing you into his chest and stroking your hair while whispering praises to you.

“Did so good, my honey.”

You blushed against his skin and squeezed him tight. When his cock had gone soft you gently, and shakily, slid off him. He didn’t let you go far, and pulled you back in before you could even get off his lap.

He slid the condom off before letting you settle against him, and grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch to drape over your back. The two of you discussed plans for the rest of the night and next day, before getting up to shower.

When you attempted to stand, your legs trembled a bit and you could already feel the beginnings of an ache deep down.

Jason chuckled at you before helping you up and to the bathroom, “Better get used to it, baby.”

Thanks for reading!

[astranva]

Something I just imagine is bsg!y/n being hired to work on Ted lasso and meeting Jason Sudeikis and becoming great friends with him. And them getting spotted hanging outside and Jason even meeting Joe and all of them just going out together while holivia still being a thing the internet will go crazy

Wat do think holivia would think or react?

“your ex is getting shady,” olivia said.

“what?”

she passed him her phone, open on a tweet:

“Y/N Y/L/N joined Ted Lasso crew and boyfriend Joe Keery is there to show support!”

Harry read twice before looking at the 3 photos attached. One was of you holding a bulletin board, leaning forward as you laughed while standing with Jason. Another was of you, Jason, Hannah, with Joe’s arm around your shoulders, looking at you with a smile as you talked. And then the last was you with your arm around Jason, pointing somewhere.

“Class act,” Olivia said.

“She’s just doing her job,” Harry replied.

“Of course, sure.”

Harry sighed, “We both know Y/N isn’t petty like that. She’s excellent at her job and Ted Lasso’s a great hit. It’s a good opportunity.”

“You’ll always defend her, won’t you?”

He stayed silent.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Landslide pt. 1

MASTERLIST here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license! 

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 1: 

If I had a gun - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds (piano cover version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xvoxDXxdok)

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac (piano cover version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5JP43fk_SM)

Chapter 1

“Have you checked your emails yet?” A voice sounded through your apartment.

“Not yet, why - anything good in there?” You ask, your head deep in the fridge searching for eggs.

“Marcus wants to talk to you, he said he’s text you?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to show up at a couple of his Canadian dates but I’ll be in Spain. Or France... Europe, I’ll be somewhere in Europe.” You emerge somewhat triumphant, a two egg omlette will have to surfice.

“You’ll be in South America actually.” Your assistant Lily takes a seat at the counter and slides a coffee over to you.

“Oh. Well, I won’t be in Canada that’s for sure. I already told him I couldn’t do it, I wonder why he’s still asking.” Lily passes your phone over and goes back to attempting to tackle your inbox while you drop a message to Marcus.

Hey, sorry I missed you. Can’t do Canada - I’m in South America that week. Thought we’d talked about it already? Would love to catch up with you & Carey when you’re back in L.A though. Let me know xx

You’d actually met Carey long before Marcus. The same age, you’d crossed paths a lot in your early and mid twenties when she’d been an up-coming actress and you’d been a struggling musician. You’d drowned many, many sorrows together in dingy South London pubs, you’d been in the audience at her first performance of The Seagull in London and you’d followed her to New York to watch her Broadway debut. In contrast, she’d cheered you on in dark clubs and pubs for endless weeks and months. When she’d reconnected with Marcus, he’d tagged along to a couple of gigs and asked you to join the band for a number of their shows. Eventually you were added to the billing on your own, and supported them on a range of tour dates. From there, your career had really taken off. Now, you were regularly selling out arenas and festivals. Next on the masterplan was a worldwide stadium tour, but that was some way off. First you had music to write for a new album and a summer of festival appearances planned.   

“Aha! Figured it out!”

“Did we miss an email?”

“Not entirely, it went to junk so it’s not really your fault. Or mine.”

“What is it?” You ask, pushing the eggs around the pan.

“Hang on, just reading now… It’s from a Tom Howe?” You look blankly in reply, the name sounds vaguely familiar but you’ve no idea where from. “Hi, I’m trying to get in contact with you regarding Ted Lasso season 3. Jason came across some of your older work and the sound is a great fit for the show. He asked if I could reach out to you to discuss further. You also come highly recommended by Marcus Mumford who I believe is a friend we all have in common. Don’t hesitate to give me a call on the number below or reach out via email. We don’t have too long on this so would appreciate speaking with you. Best, Tom” Lily finishes reading the email on her device just as your phone rings.

“Do you just not read your emails, or?”

“I’m a bit behind! It’s been a busy few weeks.” You dump the eggs onto a plate and team them with a toasted muffin.

“Ah yeah, the life of a superstar.”

“You should know, you’ve sold out more gigs than me.”

“Not true… maybe still true but not for much longer.”

“If you say so. How are you? How’s Carey and the kids?”

“All good here, they’re missing you though.”

“I’m back in a few weeks, we’ll have a day out. Lily just read me the email from Tom.” “What do you think?” “I’ve no idea, I need to hear it again. How on earth did you think of me?”

“I didn’t. Well, I did. I play your stuff all the time. We were working on Season 3 and it just so happened that Jason heard some of your really early stuff and liked it. He asked if I thought you’d work with us so I said I’d ask - or rather Tom would.”

“That makes sense. He said something about a tight timescale?”

“Kind of, the show premieres next month but we’re thinking of you for the back half of the season so wouldn’t need anything from you till early May.”

“Do I get an idea of what you need?” “That’s where you’re better off talking to Tom and Jason. I daren’t spill any secrets, I’m not getting in trouble.”

“Ok, I’ll get in touch with Tom and set something up. Is he based in L.A?”

“He’s there at the moment, yeah. Why, are you still in New York?” 

“Yeah, I’m here til the 13th I think? But I might be able to get there early.” You reply, looking to Lily for confirmation who nodded, stealing the last bit of your muffin.

“Ok, definitely call Tom, cos if the timing won’t work then he’ll need to think of something else. Let me know. I’m in L.A at the same time as you so we’ll catch up.”

“Love to Carey and the babes.”

“See ya darlin’.”

“Right, I’d better read that email again properly before I call anyone else.” You sit next to Lily who opens the email back up for you. You can see that Marcus and what appears to be Jason have both been copied in. It had been sent earlier the following week so had been stagnating in your junk folder for about 6 days. “Shit.” You mumble, realising. “What’s the time in L.A?” 

“Umm 8.30am.” Lily checks. “Acceptable enough for a work related call?”

“Fuck it, I’ll leave a message if it’s not.” You read the number from the email and dial it from your phone, taking a deep breath. “Hi, can I speak to Tom please?” Tom was, it turned out, really lovely. You’d grown up not a million miles away from each other in various parts of London and he was a similar age to your older brothers. You instantly felt at ease with his good humour and musical knowledge. He’d explained that they were looking for a specific song to be used towards the very end of the season in a highly emotional moment. Though he and Jason had heard your recent music, it wasn’t until they’d been with Marcus who was listening to your much older back catalogue that the penny had dropped for all of them. In the days that had followed, Marcus had given them a masterclass of sorts, sending them copies of your early work and showing them how it had grown as you had and how your new music still has similar themes and styles. You’d blushed furiously while pacing in your apartment. Marcus hadn’t exactly been telling the truth about just how in depth your music had been discussed in recent days. You admitted that you wouldn’t be in L.A for another two weeks and questioned whether it would be a problem, he thought not and you’d promised to respond to his email. You hung up feeling elated at the prospect of a new project to get stuck into.

From: vialilyevans@gmail.com

To: thowe@gmail.com

CC: mmumford@gmail.com, djs@gmail.com

Subject: New Project

Date: 27th February 2023

Hi Tom, 

It was great to finally speak to you earlier, I apologise for missing your email - thankfully Marcus set me straight. From what you’ve said this project sounds really interesting, I’d love to hear more about it. As discussed, I’ll be in L.A from 13th March but can be there earlier if you have time? I know that’s pretty close to the premiere so I understand if you think we can’t fit this in - there’ll always be something else! On the off chance I am still in luck, I’m going to spend a couple of days binge watching 🙂

To: vialilyevans@gmail.com

From: djs@gmail.com

CC: mmumford@gmail.com, thowe@gmail.com 

Subject: RE: New Project

Date: 27th February 2023

Hey,

Thanks for reaching out, I won’t speak for Tom on how much time we have, but I really want to make this work so happy to hang on for as long as possible. Here’s hoping you can turn a track around in 24hrs, I guess?! It would be great to meet with you as soon as you can make it to L.A, then you could also attend the premiere if that sounds OK? I'll get the details sent over to you. We can meet first and then figure out next steps. Don’t worry about timing, that's on me.

JS

You’d received a reply within minutes. Literally minutes, and you were buzzing. It was from Jason himself. You’d only been half joking about binge watching, you’d done that already with Season 1 but had run out of time recently for Season 2. Now you were even more itching to watch it. Though you had no idea of storyline or what kind of song they were looking for, you could tinker with melodies and riffs. Tom had talked specifically about family, love and fighting for what you believe in so you could use those basic prompts to get you started. Over the following week, you'd worked on some new music and planned to bring your trip to L.A forward by a week. You were going to be there for up to 4 weeks. The information had come through inviting you to the season 3 premiere of Ted Lasso, so you'd made sure to catch up on season 2 just in time. But first came the initial meeting with Jason and Tom. You almost wished you could get away with waiting till the premiere but knew that wasn't realistic and you could totally understand why they'd want to get to know you sooner. L.A afforded you a little more anonymity than New York and with Tom's studio as the meeting place, you had a reasonable cover for being there if you were to get noticed by anyone. You slipped out of your Uber and followed a path through a pretty little courtyard. You'd gone for a denim skirt and Bon Jovi t-shirt, it felt miles warmer in L.A and you'd tricked your body into believing that Spring had fully arrived. You pressed the door buzzer and waited patiently. Lily had offered to go with you but you were still very much unused to having a real life assistant and still attended most meetings, interviews and events alone. 

"Hey, you made it! Come in, I'm Tom. You're alone?"

"Yeah, it's easier to go unnoticed." You smiled stepping into the entryway. 

"I wouldn't know, thankfully no one knows who I am."

"After the few months I've had, I'd wish the same thing." You follow Tom through the building, a handful of offices, a small kitchen and then into a corridor with a recording studio on either side.

"I don't pretend to keep up with gossip so I'll just have to take your word for it." He admits, you're grateful for that. It had been a rough 6 months or so. Your last relationship with a well known actor had ended abruptly - in that you'd escaped. He'd then leaked all over social media and outlets such as Deux Moi that you were 'emotionally unavailable', 'manipulative' and 'high maintenance'. He'd placed horrible, false comments that you'd supposedly made about your fans and friends, and he'd tried to alienate everyone against you. There had been a pile-on of negative press about you. Say nothing the management team had said, do nothing, stay calm and quiet they'd insisted it'll blow over. Bullshit. You'd gotten a little drunk and joined a friend in playing a dumb Tik Tok game where she'd asked what your 'Ick' was… you'd replied "Boyfriends who gaslight you and are emotionally and mentally abusive and then try to blame you in the media to make everyone hate you'' with an arched eyebrow and a knowing look. She'd posted it to Tik Tok and within minutes Twitter was ablaze with your retort. It had completely taken over the press tour for his new movie and overshon his interviews. Other exes of his had posted similar confirmations and praise of you on their socials. You’d then gone totally dark on the subject and not commented any further. Your team were still picking up the pieces from the escapade but you had so far been hailed a bit of a hero and it appeared that people were leaning more on your side now than they had been. It was only a matter of time before he’d produce some other lies though, at which point you fully expected that you’d have to go public and go all in on substantiating your initial comments. The how and the when preyed on your mind heavily. Tom led you into the studio on the right, a huge mixing desk took up much of the space but there were a couple of desks and sofas, space for downtime and collaboration. Beyond the mixing desk you could see into the studio itself with its acoustic panels and sound deadening equipment. Jason sat at the mixing desk, elbows up on the table typing on his phone. He turned and smiled at the sound of the door opening.

"Hey, glad you could make it. I'm Jason." You hold out your hand to shake his, his large hand engulfing yours. Your skin instantly felt like it had been set alight. He was tall, broad and ridiculously handsome. Binge watching the show had given you an almighty crush, so you'd sought out his other work too. Once you'd found out how funny he was, you were done for. Get a fucking hold of yourself you thought. It had not been so long since a man had touched you that you should be this affected by him. But, oh those eyes. And that smile is really something. He takes off his baseball cap and drags his fingers through his dark hair, greying at the temples and if you’d focused for any longer than half a second on that alone you couldn’t be held responsible for your actions. He greets you like he's known you for years and as Tom gets the meeting going, he's charming, attentive and so quick witted it makes your head spin a little. "I'm looking for a song specifically about the relationship between hope and failure and perseverance. That's the basic outline at least - I can't tell you much more than that." He apologises. You whip out your phone, 

"Just taking some notes, that OK? I get it, you don't want some rando knowing the ending." He motions for you to go ahead, smiling as your fingers frantically move across the screen on your notes app. 

"Yeah you might spill the beans on Twitter."

"It was Tik Tok actually."

"Ah how's it go? 'Tik Tok made me do it'?"

"And a lot of wine." You smirk, "Can I ask, how you feel about season 3 generally? For the song, I promise I'm not fawning over you to get information."

"I don't know if it's the end of the end, if that makes sense. It could carry on in different ways." 

"I'm just trying to figure out if it’s a goodbye to the characters, or to this chapter of their lives… from what you've said the song needs to be really personal. I want to make sure the emotion is there. Are you really sure I'm the right person for this?"

"I'm sure. I've heard enough of your music to know that this is what we need, I know you're more than capable. Between what you can do and what Tom already knows I need, I'm completely confident." Tom nods in agreement having stayed silent for much of your conversation. 

"So is this like The Voice? Do you guys have a list of people to see?" Tom laughed, 

"Not at all, we're hoping you're it to be honest. Though since you're here it would be great to hear you sing if you're happy with that?" 

"I didn't bring anything with me, so as long as you don't mind sharing your piano or a guitar?"

"It's all yours." He gestures into the other room and you head through nervously. They both join you, not wanting to listen via speakers. You stop for water first, and then flip through your notebook to find a suitable song, settling on something reasonably new but not so well known. You'd been performing for the best part of 20 years, you knew every note, every line, but performing in front of two people was about a million times more nerve wracking than two hundred people, or even two hundred thousand people which was exactly what you had lined up in the summer at Glastonbury. You closed your eyes, honed in on the piano at first, allowing yourself an extended intro to give you time to compose yourself. 

If I had a gun,

I'd shoot a hole into the sun,

and love would burn this city down for you.

If I had the time,

I'd stop the world and make you mine,

and everyday would stay the same with you

Hope I didn't speak too soon,

my eyes have always followed you around the room.

'Cus you're the only God that I will ever need,

I'm holding on and waiting for the moment

for my heart to be unbroken by the sea

You didn't play the full song but it was one you were extremely proud of. You let the piano trail off and risked a glance at Jason and Tom who were grinning at each other. Jason let out a whistle, 

"Y'know how you always wonder how people are gonna sound when they sing live and it sometimes doesn't live up to expectations?" He said mostly to Tom. You’re stomach dropped, oh god, were you about to fall into that camp?

"Yeah. Yeah that was pretty special." Tom agreed, vocalising Jason's thoughts. You breathed a huge sigh of relief. 

"Thank fuck for that. I haven't done that one for ages. You scared me then!” You said more to Jason.

"It's a beautiful song. I could just use that for the show to be honest, but I'd regret not working with you on something original." Tom said, as he did so, his phone rang so he left to take the call, “Sorry, be right back.”

“Any chance of another song?”

“I don’t see why not, while we’re waiting for Tom.” You flipped back through the notebook again, this time choosing a classic cover you’d done for years and years. It had been one of the first songs you’d learned and the lyrics seemed to change meaning for you in different chapters of your life so that it always fit you.

I took my love, I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky

What is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

“Holy shit.” He mumbled, sitting on the piano bench next to you. You could see through the glass that Tom was still on the phone. You run your hands over the keys playing mindless notes and melodies, no real intention behind, just filling the comfortable silence. You feel him leaning against you a little as he watches you play, the narrow bench not quite big enough for two.

“I played it with Stevie Nicks once.” You say quietly. “I actually thought I was going to die. It’s like I have this black hole in my memory, where I remember meeting her and then I remember coming off stage and we had a couple of drinks together, but I can’t for the life of me remember actually singing it with her.”

“I think that’s probably to be expected. Our brains do weird shit and make us feel like idiots.”

“That is definitely the truth.”

"I would really like to get to know you a little better while you work on this," Jason admitted almost hesitantly, "if that's OK with you?"

"I'd like that a lot." You smile, he returns it, relieved. 

“So how did it go?” Lily asks when you call her from the Uber ride home. You’d stayed far longer than any of you had probably anticipated, throwing ideas around and experimenting with melodies. You can’t help but gush over just how much fun you’ve had - probably for the first time in weeks. 

“I can’t wait to get started, they were both so welcoming.”

“And Jason?” Lily asked, knowing about your crush. You pause slightly, it’s been hard to know who you can actually talk to recently. With your ex on a campaign to smear your reputation, it’s hard to know who is really on your side. You know that the comments he’s made are all false but it still worries you that some people will believe him over you. 

“He’s just… lovely. And my god he’s gorgeous, like up close in person? He’s insanely handsome. I felt like a creep staring at him!” Lily giggled along with you,

“Oh my god, I didn’t realise this crush was like a full on crush?!”

“Neither did I!” You admit. “Tom had to take a call so we were just mucking around at the piano for ages.”

“You had to sing?”

“Of course I did! They want to know that I’ll be the right fit for what they need.”

“What did you sing? How was it?” Lily knew you hadn’t sung properly for weeks, you were rusty and unprepared and it made you anxious just thinking about it.

“I did ‘If I had a gun’ and ‘Landslide’. It went ok, my voice is a bit rough, but nothing some decent exercises won’t help.”

“Classics! I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting this… connection. It’s weird, like he saw me immediately, like he’d known me forever. I feel like someone’s just plugged me back into real life.”

“You should write a song about that.” She teased.

“Well, I need to. They want to move forward with me so I need to bring my A game.” You reply, anticipation fizzing in your belly.

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[adam-scott]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NASTYA @billy-crudup  cannot believe we got to know each other through the weirdest human being aka colin james farrell :/ to all those years where we freaked out over cannes, tiff and colin’s undercut! and to many many more where we freak out over ted lasso, jason sudeikis and the morning show (i’m starting it soon i promise) anyway, i’m wishing you the best for your birthday 🎂 🎁 🎈 🎊 🍰 🎉