#like pulling a big celebrity into a cast so you know fans will come see it for their cameo..............

[dreamstar-moonlight]

I just think that Percy suddenly and abruptly getting over his anger on the mistreatment of demigods at the hands of the gods in hoo doesn’t read like this grand statement of “maturity” or “character growth” it just makes him seem uncharacteristically apathetic and passive to something he never would be

[cajon-desastre]

Celebrating Outlander's 10th Anniversary with a special interview ft. Matthew B. Roberts and Maril Davis - Enjoy!

Season One

Hello Sassenachs of Reddit!

We hope you’ve been enjoying our celebrations in honor of the ten year anniversary of Outlander! This subreddit has been such a phenomenal resource and community for Outlander fans that we wanted to do something special for you all. So this week during the production of Season 8 we pulled both Matthew B. Roberts and Maril Davis from their busy schedules to do a quick Q&A about their early days on the show. The resulting answers are transcribed below for a bit of bonus reading material. -XO, Bestie

Let’s talk about the premiere episode, “Sassenach,” which is turning 10 years old. When you look back, what do you remember that fans might not know?

Maril Davis: Well, I don't know if this is a fun fact, but our first shot of that episode was Claire in the scene where she comes out after treating the soldiers and the war is over and she drinks the champagne. That was literally our first scene that we shot from that episode. We took a picture of the clapboard and all kinda looked around and felt like, oh, this is the start of something special. I didn't know it was gonna be this special. I didn’t know it would be this many years. That was my first memory of it.

Caitríona Balfe on her first day on set.

The day the magic began!

Matthew B. Roberts: Going back to the first episode, everybody was new. In a weird way, we were all Sassenachs. We had this group from Los Angeles that came over here and even though everybody spoke English, it was like being in a whole new world. And then we had a cast that was new to a big, American television show - certainly Caitríona and Sam. So, there were a lot of newbies, so to speak. I know a lot of people had worked in the industry for a long time but it just felt like we all stepped through the stones in that first episode. The first day was a little weird because it was not in Scotland, it was in “France,” because we did Claire being a nurse in France for our first day. And I believe we even did a little side unit of Claire learning how to smoke with Uncle Lamb. So, we were all over the place but it was really exciting. I remember the group of us being so excited to hear the word “action” and get going, you know? 

Do you remember the first time you ever watched the finished episode either in edit or among fans at the first premiere?

Maril Davis: I remember the first two episodes because they were kind of like a pair… watching those and just being so excited because, as a fan of the books, seeing that come to life was very special. I knew so immediately that we cast this series so well. I knew in that moment, “Wow, this is gonna work!” I remember having that feeling in the edit.

Matthew B. Roberts: I don't remember the day but it's like this: we've all watched premieres. We've all watched pilots. But when you watch something and you go, “Wow. We have a show…” I remember the feeling of watching it. “Wow. This is something I have not seen.” You congratulate yourself but you never know if you’re ever gonna get a back 9 or if you're ever going to get a second season. You're always hanging on a thread. We didn't know. And it wasn't broadcast television, so you still didn't know. I don't think we were quite done when we started airing. So we got some feedback and we were living in the days of social media really gearing up so that instantaneous feedback was something new. I'll tell you, that was weird! ... I didn't really get it until around the end of the second season how impactful the show had been to a lot of people. We put it out there but the fans bring the characters into their homes each week. They fell in love with them, they fell in love with the show, and they wanted more. And I know how I felt when I would watch my favorite shows and they would go on hiatus and you're like, “Oh god, please come back!” You wanna spend more time with these people that are now your friends and family that you care for.

As for the fan events… we had a really big premiere in LA for Season 5. So many people came up to me and said how much it meant to them. They didn't say it was good. They didn't say they liked the show. They said how much it meant to them. And that to me is different than, “I like the show.” That means a lot to me. 

The Season 5 Premiere in Los Angeles.

The story goes that Matt gave Maril the books around 2011/2012 because she was looking for a new project with Ronald D. Moore. Matt, how did you come upon the books?

Matthew B. Roberts: In one of my first jobs in the industry, a long time ago, I was a reader where you read scripts and books and do coverage on them. The production company I was working for handed me these books and they wanted to make TV movies out of them. I read the books and I liked them but I passed on them. I said, “They're just too big, there's too much in them. There's no way you could do it.” … I just couldn't imagine Outlander, any one of the books to tell you the truth, in an hour and forty minutes. You’d lose so much. So, I passed. And I literally made the note, “But it would make a great television show.” … Then Maril was outside my office one day talking to another friend of ours… she was looking for something epic. I just so happened to have the books on my shelf still. I kinda carried them along, they were too big, so I kept them in my office. I brought them out to her and I said, “Here, read these.” And she read them and fell in love with them. As the quote goes, the rest is history!

What stood out about the books that let you know this would be a fantastic TV show? 

Matthew B. Roberts: The shows that I loved and really bonded with had love stories that endured and it could be different kinds of love stories. There are friends. It could be husband and wife. It could be boyfriend girlfriend. Girlfriend girlfriend. Boyfriend boyfriend. It didn't matter, they were love stories. And when you start reading Outlander and you get into it, you start to realize, “Wow, this is an epic story!” When you start getting into over the course of time, you go, “Oh, it could be very episodic too. It's not only episodic, but it's serialized.” You can kind of come into it at a different time because there's time travel. If you started Outlander in Season 3, Season 3 kind of stands up on its own and then you go backwards and you go, “Oh, that's how they got there.” Oddly enough, when they handed me the books, I just took the top book off and read it and it just happened to be Dragonfly in Amber. I didn't read Outlander first. They didn't tell me there was an order. So I just read Dragonfly in Amber and it held up perfectly fine. Then I went back and read Outlander, and I was like, “Oh, that's how all that happened” but it still held up perfectly fine. You could tell Outlander in 50 different ways–pick a spot, start there and go backwards and forwards. As a storyteller, in television terms, you realize there's so much material here but there's also so much emotion over the course of this journey. And isn't that what we hear stories for? It's to be afraid, or to fall in love, or to fantasize, or to travel somewhere you can't go. Well, Outlander does all that.

Was there anything about the first season of the show that you fought for—for example, casting, certain lines or plot points, characters, etc.—and are proud to have in the show? 

Matthew B. Roberts: You know, that first writer's room was fun. It was fun to bring all the ideas and favorite parts because everybody had different things that they really liked about the book. And, to tell you the truth, that's how it works. You bond with certain parts of the story. I think the one thing that we felt very strongly about was can we tell this book the way it's meant to be told in the sense that Claire's narrative and inner journey is very big in these books. We had to go with the conceit, be bold and go, “We're just gonna do voice over.” It’s something that we don't keep up with all the time now because Claire has people to talk to. It's one of the reasons why, not only did we love the Murtagh character, but Murtagh gave Claire and Jamie someone to talk to when you're trying to get out of the head. We always say you can't film a thought and because so much of Claire's emotional journey is in her internal dialogue and monologues, we had to figure out how to get that out. We just dove into the conceit. But we learned our lesson in the first season. We had probably too many and they were too long, so we'd have to pause shooting and the actors would have to just stand around because we knew 45 seconds of voice over would come and we went, we can't do that anymore. So, we had to struggle and figure out, alright, what's the best way of doing this? Let's just play the action and see where it fits. So rather than make room for it, we kind of calibrated it in the timings.

Maril Davis: You could say I fought for Caitríona but I wasn't the only one. I remember we were about three weeks away from filming. We had potential other choices and we could have easily made the call to pick one of the other actresses for the role because production was really on us. It's very unusual to start in 2-3 weeks on a shoot this big and not have an actress. And Costume needed a Claire. I just remember saying to Ron in our office, if we don't get these two right, if we don't get the right Jamie and Claire, if they don't have the right chemistry, we're never going to succeed. So, I felt very strongly that we had to wait for the right person. And literally the next day, Toni Graphia sent me an email saying I found this woman named Caitríona. We got so many casting tapes. She was in an area we hadn't seen, maybe overlooked, or maybe that hadn't been presented to us for some reason. We all watched her and instantly knew and flew her out to Los Angeles. It went very fast from there.

What has been the most difficult thing about adapting Outlander for the screen?

Matthew B. Roberts: The challenge is to take what is meant for a book, that medium, and bring it to life. We simply cannot do certain scenes the way they're written just from a sheer time and budget standpoint. And you know it as soon as you read it, you go “God, I wish we could do this.” And you know you can't. We can't get this many people, or they can't build this many costumes in this amount of time. So, we pick the moments. … Oddly enough in Season 3, the Battle of Culloden technically isn't in the book. We find Jamie after. On the first pass, Culloden was really big and we realized we couldn’t film it, not the way it was written, so we had to figure out a way of bringing all that emotion to the screen but still have the feeling of a battle. That's what I think we've done really well. I think the group has done such a magnificent job because we don't need to show all the battles, we need to show the emotion and why it matters to Jamie and Claire. Once we went, “It's not about the fighting and the blowing up... It's about who we care about in these battles, focus on them,” then we brought down the scale a little bit and filmed what was important. 

Sam Heughan filming the Battle of Culloden (Episode 301).

Maril Davis: I think a lot of seasons have been challenging. I actually think this last season has been the most challenging. Every season has its challenge but some seasons just work out so well. I’m incredibly proud of Season 7. We didn't know if we were ending with Season 7 so we took two books and had so much material to choose from. The first season was also very easy because it was so easy to follow the books. … Season 8 has been challenging not only because we're ending before the books (so that is its own challenge) but it's also the last season. There's a lot of pressure. I feel like this book is a set up for the next book and its finale. So it's been challenging to try to go out on a season when you don't have the ending at hand.

Maril Davis and the crew on the set of Season 8 (from her Instagram @nightmaril)

Looking back at when you first started production, what were the main challenges or surprises of shooting Season 1 in Scotland?

Maril Davis: When we first started here, we were told that everyone shoots 11 day fortnights. So, for the first 3 months, we were in 11 day fortnights. For Americans who don't know, we shot the full week through Saturday and only had Sunday off, basically. It was very difficult and I think we were all dragging. Then we found out they do 11 day fortnights in the UK but usually on very short runs, shows that are 4 or 5 episodes long. About 3 months in, we went back to a more traditional 5 days a week and that was a huge relief. It was also very challenging in the beginning with the weather in very remote areas. But I honestly look back on those days and those are some of my happiest memories. I think we felt like we were all in it together and doing something really special. Even though it was tough, I really cherish those first seasons.

Sam Heughan and Caitríona Balfe during the filming of Season 1.

Matthew B. Roberts: It’s been a pretty amazing transformation, I'd say. When we started out, the studios that we have now manufactured parts for cell phones or something. It was just hollowed out empty warehouses and we transformed it over a decade. Now, it's essentially a working studio. We have construction. We have a mill. We have costume warehouses. We have prop warehouses. We can fabricate almost anything there. We also now have seven stages. We started off with two. And they weren't soundproofed! When it rained really hard we had to yell “cut” and we had to open up the doors to get the smoke out because we used real candles. Now we have extractors. It's soundproofed. It's a modern studio. We've really come a long way! Also with the crews. The first year, we brought crews up from different parts of the UK and once Outlander became established, so many of the Scots who had had to leave home to work came back and they got to go to their homes and families every night. They could work on a show that they were proud of, or I think they're proud of.  

Our cast of characters have become so iconic! Do you have any favorite memories from seeing any of the cast embody their characters for the first time? 

Matthew B. Roberts: We started in the writers’ room a year before we started filming. We had lived with these characters for a long time. I'd read all the books up to that point multiple times before we even started. So, I was fighting what I'd already imagined. And then you have people stepping on the stage and you go, “Is that Jamie Fraser? Is that Claire Fraser?” … You get something that you didn't expect and that you didn't even know you wanted. I didn't know I wanted Murtagh to live on but after seeing Duncan play him, I did. And that just happened over and over and over. I mean, think about what Lauren Lyle did with Marsali. She brought her to life and then you just keep writing to that. You dig those stories out of the books and go, “Let’s tell those stories.” That happened over and over again. Jamie and Claire were always going to be the through line. The more Caitríona and Sam embodied them and brought their own take to the characters, we found that current in the river. You go, “Let's take that path because that's the way they're taking the characters and those are the stories you want to tell.” So you mine those out of the book.

Maril Davis: Caitríona and Sam, obviously… seeing them together for the first time in Los Angeles. They met for the first time at Sony Studios. They have a very small screening room that's outside one of the office buildings and that's where they first met the first time. We all just were like, “Oh, this is really going to work. That was amazing.” Also, we cast Sam first, so Sam was able to read with some of our other cast besides Caitríona. I was in London once with him and got to see him read with Graham McTavish for the first time. It was really exciting seeing their chemistry. It came down to Graham and another actor, and their chemistry really popped on the screen. What was also interesting about that casting session is that we had Sam read with Laura Donnelly. At the time, she was a potential Claire contender. As soon as we saw her we all were like, this is our Jenny. She was fabulous, so she could’ve easily done any part, but just seeing them together and realizing “we have Jamie's sister” was also really special

What has been the most surprising thing that has happened to you, or to your careers, because of Outlander?  

Matthew B. Roberts: I don't know if I can answer “surprising.” I can answer that Outlander's given me a lot. I've gone from Producer to Showrunner and it's given me the ability to do a lot more in my career than I might have imagined ten years ago. It's given me a new family in Scotland that I didn't know that I could have. I've built lifetime friendships. We talk a lot about Outlander being a family. We've established this place, this studio, and so much of our crew that's worked from the very first episode are still here. Some have gone out, but they come back. I think it's because we built a really caring family. That's why we've had so many babies born. If Outlander ever comes back in ten years, we have a full crew just ready to go!

Maril Davis: I was talking to Diana Gabaldon the other day because we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, although that's not an appropriate way to describe this ending because light at the end of the tunnel means you're almost done and you're pleased about it. It's such a bittersweet ending. We're all incredibly sad. It's been a tough season because of the emotions of it all. But I was just thanking her because I truly feel like I'm not sure I'll have this experience again on another show. I have other shows, and I will have other shows, but I feel like this was, in a weird way, my first, along with a lot of other people's first—Sam, Caitríona, Toni, Matt… so many of us. This was the thing that really launched us all and we did it together. The TV industry has changed and now there's so much more saturation that this is just a very special one. When you're involved with something like this and you get a crew, cast, and writers you love… we all realized how special this was. That's one of the reasons it's hard to leave it, because it feels like such a defining moment for everyone's career at the same time and you don't often get that in this industry. You certainly don't often get 10 years of making a show.

After all these years, is there anything that you haven’t been asked about Outlander that you’d like to talk about?

Matthew B. Roberts: We get asked a lot, you know, what are funny moments or what are your favorite moments? I don't have favorites. I think that every episode is supposed to do the thing it's supposed to do and if you take one away, then you can't get to the next one… So many of us care about this show and I mean deeply care about it. We put our hearts and souls into this show for 10 years, 12 years for some of us that started on day one, and we want to see it all the way through. Is it important that people like it? Of course. But I think it's more important that it means something to them.

Maril Davis: Oh my god. What question have I never been asked? I will say, when you're not an actor, you get asked the questions that are a little more dry. You don't get the fun things, like, who cracks up the most in the writers' room? Actually, I'm not sure anyone totally cracks up. I don't know if that would be me. But we don't get asked the fun questions. We get asked: What's the tone of this season? Can you describe this season in 10 words?

Okay Maril, here’s one fun question to close us out then… obviously, the costumes on Outlander have been amazing. If you could steal any of them, which would you steal?

Maril Davis: Claire, in the first season, had this amazing riding coat with fur trim that she then gave to Brianna and that Brianna wore. I love that. And, I mean, the Dior suit. It feels like you gotta go with that.

The riding coat and the "Dior Suit."

Reddit

[thatlgbtqfandom]

I've watched a few interviews with the cast and crew of Good Omens and can I just say that, as someone who was a BBC's Sherlock fan back when it was still airing, it makes me so incredibly happy to finally have a show that not only doesn't queerbait (yes, the bar is in hell), but where the actors seem genuinely happy with and open about the queer direction the show is going in, and where they don't shame the fans for also being happy about this development. I just watched an interview with Michael Sheen where he, almost unprompted, brought up fanfiction and said that he thinks that it's a shame that people used to be weird about fanfiction because he thinks it's amazing and shows a love for the show. And... as someone who kind of still gets upset whenever I'm reminded of certain interviews and panels with the cast and crew of Sherlock (if you were in the fandom I'm sure you know which ones I'm talking about), this unabashed celebration of queer joy from the cast and crew of a big show like this is just something I could never have imagined as a young, queer fan!

I get that there are different circumstances, Sherlock fans could definitely be a lot sometimes, and maybe it's cruel of me to compare shows like this. But I genuinely believe that Sherlock did some actual damage to my (and many others') trust in media and in creators. It's one of the main reasons I absolutely didn't believe Our Flag Means Death would do what it did even when I was seeing it play out before my very eyes. It's why I didn't believe Crowley and Aziraphale would ever even come close to actually expressing their feelings for one another despite all of the queer subtext in season 1 and despite the cast and crew calling it a love story. Maybe all of this even added to my suspicions that they weren't going to follow through because we've all been let down time and time again.

And I'm not trying to pin the fault of queerbaiting solely on Sherlock and the team behind it - I am aware that there were many other big shows and movies that also queerbaited at the time. But out of all of those shows, I mainly watched Sherlock and it, along with the interviews with the cast and crew, were my main points of reference for what to expect regarding queer representation in (especially mainstream) media at the time. Which is why I'm mainly using Sherlock as an example of this unfortunate trend.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that with all of these shows now subverting our very, very low expectations for what kind of space queer characters and queer stories are allowed to occupy in (especially mainstream) media, I feel like my teenage self is starting to heal just a bit. But, both back then and in hindsight, I'm also completely baffled that a few shows in the late 2000s and early 2010s were able to get away with the shit they were pulling and completely ruin young, queer fans' trust in both creators and in their own media literacy.

[brooooswriting]

Hello! I’m sorry to hear you got writer's block :(

May i request “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”, with Jenna Ortega please?

I hope it helps! 🫶🏼

Funny story

Jenna Ortega x reader

Being an actress in a relationship with another actress isn’t always the greatest thing. There are fans, paparazzis, other celebrities and more things that will try to pull you apart but sometimes our self destructive minds are enough to do that.

The moment you and your girlfriend, Jenna, heard that you were cast in the same movie you were over the moon. You’ve always loved the scream movies and playing in one was a dream come true, especially since you have already met a big part of the cast due to Jenna.

The ‘over the moon’-phase was over when you got the script, you were still unbelievably happy but the fact that you’d play somebody else’s love interest wasn’t ideal. You didn’t really mind that much and Jenna, well she acted like she didn’t, but deep down it nagged her.

You’d play ‘cute girl’ (you’re taking cute boys place), Sams love interest from next door. You were happy to work so close with Melissa as she was incredibly nice and thoughtful making the whole filming a great experience.

“Y/n, wanna hang out later? We could run some scenes and get to know each other better, it makes the whole filming easier” Melissa said as she sat down on her chair next to you, “sure, Jenna is filming late today anyway” you quickly texted your girlfriend to let her know where you were before grabbing your jacket and walking with the older woman.

After you guys were out to eat you went to a small park where you ran some lines, practiced some movements and arrangements until it was completely dark. “Shit, it’s pretty late. I should get going, I bet Jenna’s waiting” you said your goodbye and hugged her before walking to your car.

“Baby, I’m Home” you called out when you entered the apartment but you didn’t receive an answer. “Baby?” You called out again as you went into the bedroom where you found your girlfriend sleeping with your pillow in her arms. You cooed before you got ready for bed and went to join her. She grumbled when you pulled the pillow out of her grip but shut up when she noticed your present next to her.

The next morning was like every other morning, you guys woke up, got ready then made breakfast and quickly ate before driving to the set. “So, where were you so long yesterday?” The brunette in front of you asked as you drank a sip of your coffee. “Oh, Melissa and I went to eat something and then we ran some lines” you answered with a small smile before asking how her day had been.

The moment you arrived on set Melissa pulled you away to discuss something causing Jenna to scoff before making her way to the makeup department. Jenna didn’t see you until you had to film a scene where Tara, Sam and their friends were in their apartment and you had eye contact with Sam from your window. While your girlfriend was already walking towards you to greet you with a kiss, the director had different plans as he immediately send her back so they could start filming.

She hated this, all of it. She hated the way the actress looked at you and even worse, she hated how you looked at and smiled at the other actress, it seemed too real. So the moment the scene ended she sprinted towards her trailer leaving everybody confused.

As it was your last scene for the day you had enough time to look after Jenna. “Jen?” You carefully whispered when you entered her trailer to see her sitting on a chair in the kitchen. “What’s wrong hun?” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and kissed the back of her head causing her to melt into you. “Nothing, I was just a bit overwhelmed” it wasn’t hard to see that she wasn’t 100% truthful but you decided to give her space.

“Jenna, we need to film the next scene. Oh and y/n, Melissa wants to see you” Jasmin yelled from behind the door causing your girlfriend to jump up and walk off. But you quickly grabbed her wrist to pull her back into your arms, kissing her softly, before letting her walk away. You followed behind the two to find Melissa.

The filming has been rather weird, you barely saw Jenna as either you were spending time with Melissa or she was off doing who knows what. She barely talked to you at the moment, making it hard for you to concentrate and even worse, it made you crave physical touch. You missed her hugs and you missed the cuddles, the kisses and holding hands.

People on set seemed to notice that there was something wrong as especially Melissa and Jasmin offered you a whole lot of hugs whenever you wanted. It did ease it a bit but it was nothing compared to Jenna.

After barely seeing you for two weeks the small brunette finally decided to watch one of your scenes, possibly the worst scene she could have chosen. It took place after Tara’s and Sams fight where the older girl sat in the lobby waiting for you.

Melissa sat on the stairs playing with the rings on her fingers while you got yourself ready behind the door you’d walk through. Jenna sat on a chair behind the cameras.

As soon as the mark came you pushed the door open and went to get your mail, counting to five in your head before you made your way toward the older carpenter sister. You walked past her in a normal pace and slowed when you reached a certain mark on the floor, it gave Melissa the time to reach for your wirst and pull you back. Once you were situated in the right place she nearly threw herself at you, her hands on your shoulders pushing you against the wall while yours landed on her waist. In a matter of seconds her lips landed on yours in a aggressive and passionate kiss, you loved Melissa but it was uncomfortable. You could feel Jenna stare right through the woman.

When you parted you saw Jenna fuming and as soon as the scene was over she grabbed your hand and pulled you away. You were deeply confused by her behavior, not just today but the last weeks.

And then again you were pressed against a wall with someone’s hands on your shoulders, but this time it felt like home. Sure, the kiss wasn’t gentle or anything, it was rather the opposite. It was like she was trying to show anyone who could kiss you like that and god, did she know your buttons. In a couple of seconds your knees were bucking and you had to suppress your moans which was when she started to attack your neck.

In that moment Jenna wasn’t completely focused on you, she was making sure that Melissa saw how you melted under your touch, grinning when she was how the woman looked away embarrassedly.

You lightly pushed her away, “let’s get to my trailer okay?” This time you grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Her eyes were focused on Melissa, a wicked grin sporting her face while the other actress was rather confused.

As soon you entered the trailer she was on your neck again, biting down to leave a mark. “You’re mine” was the only thing she whispered against your neck and at that moment the lightbulb on top of your head lit up. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You giggled as the other woman only grumbled.

After a small moment of silence she finally spoke up as she threw herself onto the bed. “How couldn’t I? She’s been taking all of your time, I barely saw you, people have taken pictures of you wan started shipping you and you guys have to kiss, like constantly” she was throwing her hands around as she was clearly frustrated.

You felt sorry for her, you didn’t know that she felt like that. You sat beside her and pulled her into you. “I’m sorry you feel that way, I didn’t know. When you distanced yourself I actually felt rather lonely and Melissa was there so I guess I used that. But I love you more than anything else, Melissa is just a friend and who cares what the fans think? I love you and that won’t change”

“I love you too”

@yourinstagramname

@yourinstagramname: the only love of my life ❤️

The next day Jenna said sorry to Melissa before making it clear one more time that you were hers. “Jenna we talked about this, and she has a boyfriend” Your girlfriends face fell and turned red. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Let’s just say Melissa couldn’t stop laughing.

At least it was a funny story.

[jangofettjamz]

The Birthday Boy

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You finally get to celebrate your birthday for the first time, and with the one you love.

Words: 1552

Y/N POV

Today is my birthday. I've never really celebrated it; family never really bothered. Now that I'm older it just seemed more insignificant. No one to celebrate it with, and let's be honest and no one wants to celebrate it on their own.

Jenna was out working, I never told her when my birthday was because I didn't want to interrupt her filming schedule, she's already got enough on her plate she doesn't need to worry about getting me gifts for my birthday she has a career to grow.

I've turned 20 today; Jenna turning 21soon. 20 years feel a bit surreal not gonna lie, crazy to think it's been that long since I was born. I try not dwell on that to much, it'll just send me spiralling.

I do wish I had a good birthday though, the feeling of being celebrating. I know this may sound narcissistic, but I always wanted to be celebrated, have a day just about me. I wanted to feel like everyone could come together and show support for me even if it was just for one day, I never had that kind of love growing up so I'd like to know what that's like, though I doubt it'll happen.

My father never paid any attention to me growing up, saying I was too much of a hassle to put up with. You know you have a bad parent when they have to "put up" with you  instead of loving you unconditionally, but hey beggars can't be choosers, right?

Me thinking about how life could've been was making me depressed so I decided to go out for breakfast, I got dressed and got the keys to my car and went out get food.

On the way there I get an incoming call from Jenna, thought she would've been busy this morning so this was a pleasant surprise. I answered but kept my eyes on the road.

"Hello darling, how'd you sleep" she asked, she knows I don't sleep well when she's gone.

"Um... I slept okay, probably could've got more sleep though. I'm just going to that Italian place we went to a month ago for some breakfast. How's shooting going" I asked, she's currently filming for her new movie 'death of a unincorn' with Paul Rudd.

"Filming's going great, Paul's really cool and I can't wait for you to meet him, he's knows you're a marvel fan too." She giggles mischievously, that little minx.

"Jenna why'd you say that." I whine feeling embarrassed.

"Aw babe, don't be shy he thinks you're really cool." She says reassuringly.

"Yeah sure he does" I say sarcastically, making her laugh. "Do you know when you'll be home?" I miss her dearly, I need to see her soon.

She let's out a sigh, I brace myself for bad news. "Sorry, sweet boy. I won't be back for another week." I let out sad sigh and a whine, I missed her alot.

"Hey, hey, don't be upset baby boy, I'll be home before you know it and we'll have so much fun together. The week will go by quick I promise." She cooed, she always knew what to say to put me at ease.

"Alright sweetie I have to go, drive safe for me and I'll see you very soon." She blew a kiss through the phone "I love you, sweetheart"

"I love you too, Jenna." We end the call and I continue my journey.

I arrive at the restaurant, this is gonna drain my social battery for today so I hope I don't have to to anyone that much, I just wanna get my food, eat then leave.

I ate my food peacefully, the staff were wonderful, definitely going there again for breakfast. I leave the restaurant and do some birthday shopping for myself, figured I may aswell treat myself to something nice for my "big day"; I sound miserable.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrate, a few text messages from some of my friends and cast mates from scream 5 and 6. I read them and I was shocked, how did they know...

Jasmin

Hey Y/N/N, hope you're having a lovely birthday. Can't wait you see you soon.

Devyn

Howdy stranger, happy birthday my love, you're 20! Hope you're doing well and I'll see you soon... very soon. 😈

Mikey

Looks like someone has a birthday today... AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME! HOW DARE YOU! Besides that betrayal I miss you so much Y/N, happy birthday my sweet.

Mason

Hey man, looks who's 20 years old! Happy birthday bud, hope you have a good one.👍

Melissa

Hey hey, it's the birthday boy! Happy birthday honey, you deserve the best birthday in the world. All the best from me and my husband.

Jack Quaid

Hey buddy, happy 20th birthday! I miss you alot pal, Karl and Antony send their birthday wishes too. Hope to see you soon, buddy.

I was shocked; flabbergasted even. How did they know, they couldn't have possibly...unless. I looked the last message, it was from Jenna, the mastermind behind this.

❤️Jenna❤

Hi baby boy, guess who found out when your birthday is! You never told me when it was but I asked around and viola! Happy birthday sweet boy, I promise we'll see each other very very soon. I love you so much, sweetheart.❤

That little minx... this is why I love her so much, I can't begin to express how much I love her and this just solidifies that. I sent her a message back saying I love her and continue to the mall.

But as I walk to the shopping mall I see three woman who look very familiar, they're wearing party hats too. No... no way... it can't be...

Jenna POV

The look on Y/N's face is priceless, he looked shocked, excited, and emotional at the same time. I think me, Jasmin and Devyn did good on surprising him.

"JENNA?!" He says with glassy eyes.

"C'mere sweetheart" I say and open my arms, he runs towards me and I wrap him in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much" he said while crying, he's such a cutie oh my god.

"Aww sweetie, I missed you too, so much honey. I've been tracking you on Life360 and we intercepted you here. Happy birthday my love, I know you don't like big crowds so I brought Devyn and Jasmin with me" they spoke up.

"Happy birthday, Y/N/N. It's so good to see you, I've missed you alot." Devyn says making him smile widely.

"It's been too long since we've seen you Y/N, how have you been?" Jasmin asks. He lifts his head from my neck and speaks.

"Better now that you guys are here, I haven't really been feeling the best since I've been on my own, I'm so glad you're here Jenna." I hold him and rub his back in comfort.

I want him to really enjoy his birthday today, I already have stuff waiting for him at home. I think he's gonna love it. "Let's go do some shopping and then we'll go home, I have a surprise for you." His eyes lit up and I kiss his cheeks.

- 2 hours later

Y/N drove behind me as we made our way back home. Jasmin and Devyn went home soon after we shopping. We park up to the driveway and he joins me at the front door.

"Close your eyes, birthday boy" I ask and he looks at me with caution.

"What are you planning now, Ortega?" He asks me; suspicion in his voice.

"Just close them silly" he obliged and I take his hand to guide him to his surprise. We reach the living room. "Okay, open your eyes sweetheart."

He opened them and is met with countless presents ranging from: action figures and Lego sets from their favourite franchise, new clothes, PC parts and much much more. I wanted to spoil him and make up for the 20 years of birthdays he missed out on. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Jenna... is this all mine?" He asked, still not believing that he finally had a proper birthday.

"All yours, sweetness" I hug him as tight as I can, he cries into my shoulder out of, what I can only assume, happiness. "Don't cry honey, it's okay. That's all for you because I love you so so much, you deserve this my love, you deserve the world." I cooed softly.

"Thank you so much" he said through his cries.

"You're so welcome, my beautiful birthday boy." I say then kiss his forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Wait here, baby boy" I head into the kitchen and grab his cake. I light the candles and head back into the living room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you." I sing and he blows out his candles.

I cheer and set the cake on the table. He smiled so brightly, he finally got to have a real birthday to celebrate.

Happy birthday Y/N.

A/N

Not my birthday, but I thought it'd make a good story. I hope you enjoyed.

[constesplanetarium]

Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

[unhingedhearties]

Vast Amounts of Copium

I see Lucas fans are already getting triggered about this shirtless Kevin scene.

Disturbed... FFS

Is there anyone on this show Erin isn't friends with? Also, maybe, JUST MAYBE, the reason Erin and Ben go on trips with Kevin and Kayla is because none of them have kids. Am I wrong, or are almost all the other cast members parents and have responsibilities to their kids and can't just hop a plane to Europe?

Is that too big brained of a take for some of you or do you just want to keep seething about dumb shit?

"Emotional cheating doesn't fit Hallmark". You're either lying or you've never watch a Hallmark movie. Almost very Hallmark lady leaves her BIG CITY BUSINESS™ boyfriend for the rugged guy in flannel because he works to much and doesn't love Christmas or dogs.

A HISTORICAL INACCURACY IN WCTH!?

You know what, I agree with Sherisa. They need to make When Calls The Heart more period accurate. Let's start with more racism and wife beating. Rosemary has no place being that bossy and running a business. Kill off some of the kids to. That Spanish Flu never made it's way around, it might be time to rectify that. Hey, the Encephalitis Lethargica epidemic should be starting up to. Let's have a scene of Little Jack losing control of his hands before going into a blank faced coma for 60 years. Erin can really put her acting skills to use in a scene where they take her son away to live in an asylum for the rest of his life. World War 1 never really happened. Maybe they can retcon that and have it happen a few years later. All the men can be sent away for a few episodes before coming back with their limbs blown off and their faces half gone. Maybe while Fiona's gone she can send a letter to Faith telling her she got a job painting radium on watch dials. When she gets back she can have Faith check her oddly sore teeth right before her jaw detaches from her face.

Oh wait, you just want the cutesy, fluffy parts of history to be accurate, not the harsh reality. Not the actual history that shaped the modern day rights we take for granted. Ew, gross. Icky.

Guys! One of the actors is going to sing. On When Calls The Heart. Literally never been done before. Disgusting nepotism is what it is.

I bet it's totally going to be a real show stopping scene. The whole town will stop what they're doing to stare at Kevin while he sings for 10 minutes Disney Princess style and makes it all about him. It's totally not going to be some minor, brief scene that's over in 20 seconds.

So you just pulled that out of your ass? Hush child, the adults will do the talking now.

"Different lifestyles"

And there's the dogwhistle. So was it the Gays, the interracial couples or the Hanukkah celebrating Jewish families that raised your blood pressure?

They really have a bug up their ass about Nathan singing. Almost everyone on that show sings. I really doubt they're going to make this a big deal like when Mei was self conscious about singing.

And I'm just going to say it. If Lucas was going to have a shirtless scene these same people wouldn't be shutting up about how excited they were. If Lucas spilled tea on his clothes and went to his office to clean it up and Elizabeth accidentally walked in on him topless scrubbing his clothes they'd be going ~*~UWU SOOOOOO CUTE ~*~ and making 20 different gifs of it.

"Disturbed" again. They really do just latch on to one word and drive it into the ground.

Life Rivers asking the real questions. Of course no one responds because then they might have to walk it back and admit "mention in a few interviews" ≠ "promote".

What the hell does Lucas owning a saloon have to do with Nathan not wearing a shirt? These two things have nothing to do with each other.

They're acting like Nathan's going to rip his shirt off and sell himself or go skinny dipping in front of the tourists and not like it's going to be some mundane action.

Personally I'm hoping he wrestles a grizzly bear and uses his shirt as a tourniquet.

Say the people who get in heat over their hoarded stash of photos of a grown man drinking from a china tea cup.

[plushpinkfox]

ok fine

so i know i already did a whole "i'm so excited about this!!" post but i wanted to flesh one out a little bit more now that we're down to less than six hours till the movie releases.

i think i first picked up a copy of the school for good and evil in 2015, but it could have been earlier. i found it on the shelves of my local library while i was still in middle school, and i was TRANSPORTED. and every time i open a copy nowadays, i can still remember that feeling.

i remember being so invested in the initial twist. i remember my heart racing while i read through the trial by tale. i remember a big smile on my face when agatha realized she was beautiful all along. i remember getting so excited and wiggling around while i read the ball proposal scene. i remember putting my book down in shock as sophie and agatha disappeared.

and most of all, i remember the girls. i remember identifying with both of them: sophie's pathological need to be loved and agatha's incredible lack of self-confidence. but also, how much they did ultimately love each other, despite their whole fairytale trying to pull them apart.

so i bought all the books (even red school! a terrible sacrifice). and i made an account on the website. and i watched entv videos. and i wrote goodreads reviews. and i waited, patiently, as did so many others, for news of the universal pictures project to finally follow through on the rights they purchased. when the netflix announcement came through, i celebrated. i made friends with kate in august of 2020 and we've been talking ever since. i became mutuals with soman chainani on twitter and spoke to him with the golden ticket contest. i made a tumblr fan account and accidentally helped shut down the entire forum section of the sge website. i made analysis posts and promised to make more that i just completely forgot about. and i had such a damn good time doing it all.

hearing the netflix news was so exciting and it hasn't stopped since. we are FINALLY at the end of the road for the first film. to be frank, i couldn't care less if it does well critically. i think paul feig put his all into making an adaptation that caters to what the fans want to see. i think the cast tried their hardest to emulate the characters we all know and love. i think this movie looks absolutely gorgeous, and i am so excited to see all the cringe and camp and camaraderie and care that comes from it. i am so excited to see the culmination of the last seven-odd years of fandom devotion that i have been waiting for.

this isn't a "last post" sort of deal, but i feel like this is the end of an era so to speak. maybe we'll get movies in the future, and i'll come right back here and get to make this whole dramatic speech again. maybe soman will continue the series somehow in more corny ways and i'll get to rag on those for years to come. maybe i'll outgrow it all and abandon this account and never come back! (not today, but someday i suppose). in the meantime, i will just enjoy this moment. i will get back to you with movie feedback after i am done watching it at 3am est.

with love.

[aikoionic]

prologue; Presenting, [name] as ‘Dreamy Girl’!

⌇pairing - quackity x reader

⌇summary - Alex aspires to become a big star, but there’s something in the way, his name. His best friend Karl claims it doesn’t roll off the tongue like all the big stars. The friends go to the premiere of Alex’s celebrity crush, [name]’s, newest film; ‘DREAMY GIRL’

⌇masterlist

⌇taglist - [open], ask to be added :)

⌇songs - Ajab Si & Dhoom Taana - Om Shanti Om Tracklist

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“Nobody can blow out the candle of life,

that is protected by God himself..”

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ROLL SOUND,

CAMERA,

ACTION!

“Hey!, Have you ever loved someone?”

“Yes!” The audience cheered.

“Have you ever lost your heart to them?”

“Yes!” They screamed again.

“So have I!” The man on stage threw his jacket up in the air towards the audience, Alex outstretched his hand, fighting the fan girls for the jacket. After pulling it back and forth with the girl beside him, he finally got it and wrapped it around himself.

Alex imagined himself up on that stage, people screaming for him and fighting for his jacket.

“CUT!, Great shot guys, lunch break!”

Alex made himself as small as possible in the jacket and tried to sneak away.

“Hey, You!” He heard someone shout after him.

“Me?” He smirked, thinking someone was finally wanting to cast him.

“Yes, you! Where do you think you are going with that jacket?”

“Well, he gave to me with love, ya know, so I wore it.”

“Huh! Give the jacket kid, could’ve damaged it, get lost. You don’t become famous wearing the jacket, you need some talent too.”

Alex stood there embarrassed, “Sir!!” He exclaimed as he walked away, it was no use though, the costume man had taken the treasured jacket and crushed his confidence in one sentence.

“Did you see that Karl!?”

“Don’t mind him, man. How can a random costume man know the worth of a future superstar?” Karl said, slipping his sunglasses onto Alex’s head.

“A superstar..” Alex trailed off, looking up while wondering.

————————————————————————————

“You really think I could become a star?” Alex said, while the friends walked around the outside of the set.

“I’m sure, Alex.” Karl mumbled reassuringly.

“My mom says that too..”

“Every small-time actors mom says that to them, that’s just how mothers are!, But you, you’ll surely become one. What don’t you have? Style, Hair, Face, Grace. You’re overflowing with talent, man!”

Alex grinned, looking away bashfully. Can he really make it in the industry?

“Except, there is just one obstacle between you and stardom..”

Alex’s eyes darted up, he jogged after Karl. “What is it?!”

“Your name.”

“ALEXIS! when are you going to pay your bill? It’s been piling up for months now!” The food stand owner shouts while they take a seat.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay up soon, sir.” He said while taking a bite of his sandwich.

“In this life or the next?”

“Which lifetime does your bread belong to? This life or the one before? It’s hard as rock.” Alex remarked.

“Listen, Karl, the day I become a big star, the first thing I’m gonna do is shut down his stand!” He whispered angrily.

He turned back to the owner, “Better remember my name man, Alexi-“

Karl stopped him for speaking anymore, “Thats the thing, dude…” Karl said smacking the table with his hands. He turned Alex to face him. “Just Alex will do, but this ‘Alexis’, how will it get you to stardom?”

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“You know what, you’re right Karl. Why did my Dad have to give me this name?”

Before Karl could reply, A car rushed through the gates of the park where they were filming.

“Here comes everyone’s favourite…”

“Sam Park..” They say together, mesmerised.

He steps out of his fancy car and greets everyone, fans coming up for autographs and pictures, bodyguards pushing everyone to make way. Everything Alex wants to have..

“One of the best actors..” Alex says whilst staring at him.

“See, now that’s a superstars name! Short and simple. Listen, dude, remove the end of your name, boom! Nothing stopping you now.”

“Alright! I’m ready to change my name, but you know what Mom will say..”

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“NOO!!” Alex’s mom screams so loud the whole town probably heard it.

“Oh, God! What am I hearing? My Alexis wants to change his name?!, Tell me, what’s wrong with your name? It was chosen specially by your father.” She finishes her rant looking longingly at the framed picture of her husband on the wall.

He threw his arms up in the air. “I can tolerate our last name and my middle name, but Alexis? Mom, it isn’t memorable, how can I become famous like this?” Alex turned away dramatically.

His mother grabs his face and cradles it in her palms. “You’ll definitely become a superstar one day, my dear. My heart says so, a mother’s heart says so!” She emphasised.

“To hell with a mothers heart!” Alex moved away from her, as she gasped.

“I’ll never become a star in this life, with this kind of name. I’ll die as a junior artist,” He paused and pointed to the picture. “Like dad did.”

“Oh my! Alexis’ father I’m glad you aren’t alive to hear this!” She exclaimed, tracing the frame with her finger.

“Oh, gosh! You really overact, Mom. Now I know why you never become an actress.”

“What? I’m overacting? Did you know, I was called for a screen test for Titanic, Had I not been pregnant with you, then I would’ve been Rose instead of Kate Winslet. Well, she wasn’t too bad, but if I had been in the movie-“

“It would’ve flopped Mom!” Alex said while he finished tying his laces.

“The truth is Mom, you are a junior artist, Dad was a junior artist, and maybe I, too, will stay a junior artist. Goodbye!” He ran out the front door.

“Alexis, wait! I made food!.. Idiot, why does he get so upset.” She crossed her arms.

Karl waltzed over, “What’s up, ma’am? What happened?”

“Look, Karl! Your useless friend fought with me again! Didn’t even stay for food.”

“Not even food?!” Karl asked. “He must’ve gone to the bridge to meet his girlfriend..” Karl laughed.

“Girlfriend?” Alex’s Mom wondered.

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“How are you, [name]? Everything’s fine? You do know why I keep coming back to you right?” Alex said. “Because you are my courage, my strength, my dream, my path and my destination. You-“ He paused. “Hey, you’re not getting bored right?..” he chuckled.

The people passing by him look at him like he’s insane, I mean why else would he be speaking to a billboard?

“You know that I’m a good actor. Mom and Karl say I’ll become a big star, but I want to become a star only for you. So that I can stand next to you and say-“ he held his hand up. “Hey, you aren’t getting bored are you?..” He smiles. “Thanks, this is your best quality you know, I keep talking but you never get bored. You keep smiling..” he looks up at the billboard, God, he wished you knew how gorgeous and talented he finds you.

“And I know you’ve got millions of fans, but remember this.. No one can love you more than I do. And yes, if you were [name] the junior artist instead of [name] the superstar, I’d still love you the same. And we’ll surely meet one day.”

“And that day isn’t far, my friend!” Karl interrupted him, startling Alex.

“Karl, Mom, when did you come?” He panicked “why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Didn’t feel it was necessary, move!” His mom pushed him out of the way. “Let me take a look and my daughter-in-law! Oh my, she like a sparkling diamond!” She said analysing the billboard.

A picture of [name] wearing the prettiest clothes and jewellery. At the bottom, ‘Starring, [name], as DREAMY GIRL!’.

“Mom, stop it.” Said an embarrassed and red Alex.

His Mom moved away from him, still salty from before.

“Oh, Mom. Please forgive me for being rude today.”

“It’s alright, My Prince! I’m sure, someday, you’ll be a star too. You’ll be on a film poster, just like this! Your mother says so!”

“Well..” Karl trails off, remembering what Alex had said when his Mom said that same thing about an hour ago.

“Shut up” Alex smacks Karl in the arm “Of course Mom.” He smiled sweetly at her.

“Here, son, tie this around your wrist, it’ll always grant you protection. And grant your wish to meet [name].” She winked at him.

“Really?” Alex said full of hope.

“Really!” His mother squished his cheeks.

“And this can happen tonight!” Karl butted in the conversation to say what he’s been bursting to this whole time.

“Tonight? What’s happening tonight?”

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“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the premiere of ‘DREAMY GIRL’!”

Hundreds of people gathered outside the theatre, around the red carpet with police trying to keep everyone settled. All the stars who were in the movie getting camera’s flashed in their face, car after car pulled up with the screams of fans getting louder and louder.

A familiar car pulled before the carpet, and the crowd knew exactly who it was.

“Sam Park!” Karl shouted over the crowd, though Alex still could barely hear him. Alex daydreamed once again about how badly he wanted to be in his place.

“Here is the king of romance, Sam Park, and his lovely wife!” The hostess exclaimed into the mic.

“OH MY GOD! HE TOUCHED ME!” Karl screamed, but Alex couldn’t care for his fanboying, because he was here for one person and one person only.

“Isn’t it a lovely evening? You look amazing Mrs Park. Well, Mr Park, when will you tell us all the good news?”

“Good news? That will happen next week. I’m sure just like last year, I will win best actor once again.” Sam chuckled.

His wife leaned into his ear, “She’s talking about the other good news.”

“What? What other good news?”

“The baby” She rolled her eyes at her egoistic husband.

“Oh yes! The baby, that too.”

“And here come the star of the night! [name], DREAMY GIRL herself!”

[name] steps out of the car elegantly, waving to the paparazzi and her fans.

Alex stares in awe, you are so much more stunning in real life.

[name] starts walking up the carpet, the crowd getting almost too much for the guards and police to handle.

Alex raises his hand to wave, and while she walks past with her dress flowing in the wind, his protection bracelet get stuck on it. He gets pulled onto the carpet and glances confused at his wrist and looks up to see [name] walking infront of him. Is he dreaming?

Everyone is cheering at him, and he stops, which pulls on her dress.

She looks back and sees Alex right behind her. She tilts her head in confusion as to why this random guy is following her on the carpet.

He realises and lifts his hand up to show that he is stuck to her dress.

[name] laughs in disbelief and grabs his wrist to untie it from her dress.

She flashes him a smile and turns around to keep walking.

Alex stands dumbfounded in the middle of the carpet, THE [name] just touched and smiled at him?

The guards grab him and pull him back to the crowd while he smiles at her back. She hears the commotion and turns back.

Alex places his hand on his chest like he’s been shot by her gaze. He smiles and goes limp in the guards grasp.

[name] laughs and turns back.

Karl grabs Alex from the guards arms and says, “Leave him! Don’t you know he’s a superstar too?” The guards move back to control the crowd. “You were awesome, dude! No one even got to greet her, but you caught her dress! Well, are you just gonna stand around or are you not gonna go inside to watch the premiere?” Karl rocks back and forth on his feet in excitement.

“Who’s gonna let us in man?” Alex sighs.

“Ta-da!” Karl whips out two tickets. “I have that sorted. Relax!”

“But these are James-“ Alex gets cut off.

“I know, I know, I snatched them while getting an autograph.” Karl grins at Alex. “Come on!” The pair fix their hair while walking up to the ticket person.

“Mr. James Trotsky! Please come in!” They say.

“Yes, thank you.” Karl says, while they both hide their faces in their jackets.

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The big, fancy theatre room is silent, while the movie starts.

Alex and Karl find their seats on the bottom floor near the front.

[name] starts the movie with her famous lines.

“They say this film’s gonna do much better than the last one, ‘lex, and that one was in the top 3 for 25 weeks!” whispered Karl, nudging his friend and using the nickname he’s used since they were kids.

[name] is on the top floor, watching from above. Alex isn’t interested in the movie, he’s watched it plenty of times since it’s release, about 5 days ago. He’s interested in [name] and stares lovingly at her at the top deck.

Karl pushes his head back towards the movie.

“‘Lex, you’re gonna get us killed! If they see us and the real James Trotsky comes, we’ll get beaten up!” Karl says worried.

“Nah, he’s a nice guy, he won’t say anything.” Alex true to convince Karl.

The dancing part of the film starts.

[name] dances and acts the screen, and Alex watches mesmerised.

He imagines him self as the love interest, dancing up there with her. He smiles to himself at the thought.

As the song ends, Alex doesn’t care anymore, he gets up and gives a standing ovation while Karl tries to pull him down, while the song speeds up, nearing the end, he gets louder and starts dancing. Karl decides to get up too and and dances with Alex, other people get up and everyone starts cheering. Security comes in and pulls Alex and Karl away. They run through the aisles avoiding the officers. Alex looks up to [name] and she smiles at him, he blows kisses at her and falls back while Karl pulls him out.

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Alex stumbles around, with his jacket on his head as hair. He mimics [name]’s dialogue, with his audience being Karl, a stray cat, and some kids who were out late.

He finishes up his performance, “Wow!” Karl yells drunkenly, “Applause, applause!” They all clap and cheer for him, and the cat meows in support.

“Can I say something, Karl?” He slurs.

“‘Course, man, anything”

“This year for the filmfares best actress award, will surely go to my love!”

“Of course she will get it!” Karl shouts. “But if the jury was here, they would have given you an award.

“Really?’ Alex asks. “Yeah!” Karl replies.

“When I become a star, I’ll get an award right?” Alex jumps around like a little kid.

“Of course you will!” Karl nudges him.

“When I become a star,” Alex turns whilst wobbling, “I’ll buy this penthouse.” He points to Sam Park’s house.

“Today, Mr. Park owns it, but one day it will be mine.” He says taking another sip.

“Sure it will!”

“Mr. Park lives like an old man, I’ll stay in style, ya know?”

“In style!” Karl throws his arms up.

“Fifteen or sixteen imported cars!”

“In style!” He shouts again.

“About 60 servants.”

“In style!”

“Annnnddd, I’ll have a round bed like in the movies. Every morning when I wake up before my feet even touch the ground someone will slip velvet slippers on me and hand me a glass of juice to start my day!”

“In style!” The both of them yell.

The kids and the cat stare at them both.

“Ah!” Karl says wiping his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Wow, ‘lex, you got me emotional”

“Why, what happened?”

“You’re gonna get the filmfare award later, but first!, accept this bottle award from me!” Karl hands him his empty bottle with a bow.

“Hey, press, take some photos!” They start posing while the children pretend to take photos.

“I’ve written a speech for this award too!” Alex exclaims.

“Everyone sit!” Karl and all the children squat down while Alex gets up on a box to deliver his speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I’ve tried to get you with all my heart.” He gestures to the bottle award. “So much so that the universe has conscripted to bring you to me.”

They all look at each other in confusion, Karl raises his hand. “One minute, sir! ‘Lex, I don’t get it.”

“Ooh, shall I make it simple?”

“A bit!”

“Take two!” He clears his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen!, they say that if you want something with all you heart, then the entire universe works to help you get it. You all have given me what I wanted. Thank you all very much. I feel like the king of the worllldddd!” Alex throws his arms up and cheers. “And, I believe, that just like the films, in life too, everything is okay in the end. A happy ending.”

Karl tears up while looking at his best friend.

“And if it’s not so, then it’s not the end. The film isn’t over yet, my friend! It’s not over..”

Karl and the audience claps for him, Karl wipes his hot tears from his cheeks.

“I love you, I love you all! I love you Sam Park!”

A homeless guy trying to sleep gets up and yells at him.

“What a pathetic speech, get out of here I’m tryna sleep!”

“Hey, but I love you man!” Alex points at him.

The homeless guys raises his fists and threatens them.

“Hey, man, let it be! Run!” Karl grabs Alex by the arm and they both start running.

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Alex sneaks in the front door, past his mothers room, up the stairs and lessens his tie, he didn’t get caught! Or so he thought.

The light suddenly turns on, he whips around and sees his Mom.

“Alexis? Your home, son?”

“Yeah..”

“You took so long, I was so scared!”

“Oh, my dramatic mom! Why were you scared? No matter how late I am, I’ll return home. To you!”

She kisses his head. “Alright then, freshen up. I’ll heat some food for you.”

“Actually, I’ve had dinner already.”

“And you’ve drank too!” She smacks him.

Alex sighs, “Forgive me today, I’m sorry. You always used to say that this moon…”

“What moon?” She asks.

“Mom, the moon- Come here.” He drags her to the window. He points to the moon, which looks as bright as the sun tonight. “You always say that this isn’t the moon, but a dream that you have for me.” He smiles at her.

“Tonight, I touched that dream, Mom.” He reels his hands back in and puts them infront of her face. “With these very hands.”

“Really?”

“Yes!, Really!” He hugs her.

“Oh, my prince!..”

She then smacks him and he looks at her with confusion.

“Now sleep, Alex, you have a set to get to in the morning don’t you?”

Authors note: finally it’s done 😁, it might be too long to be a prologue, but there is a lot to this story so idk if it really matters. Also if you have any questions about anything you might not understand, feel free to comment and ask. It’s quite hard to translate it properly because it’s in hindi and I speak urdu, and translating is hard, so some things might not make loads of sense in english. You can ask to be on the tag list and idk when the updates will be since I have a few tests but I hope to post soon! Also, Alexis is a great name but it’s apart of the story that he wants his name to be shorter and stuff, but never be ashamed or want to change things about yourself, all of you are beautiful! Thank you for reading! (I am open to criticism, please tell me how I can improve my writing!)

Taglist: @shakiraa-a

[whumpcereal]

behavior modification, part three

<previous, masterlist here

content warnings for adult language, drugging, abduction, creepy/intimate whumper, suggestion of future noncon, kidnapping

part three: jack's abduction

Ivan presses his way through the crowd to the bar. Joe Prescott just gave his keynote address, and Ivan can see him across the room, thronged by smiling sycophants. There is something about old Joe, Ivan thinks. He’s always drawn people to him like moths to a flame. First, their classmates and professors at Johns Hopkins; now, his celebrity clients.

And sweet little Jack, of course. Trusting, eager, darling Jack.  

Which reminds Ivan—

He pulls his phone from his pocket and leans toward the bartender with a smile. “Manhattan.”

The man nods and turns to grab for the whiskey. Ivan looks down at his cell. There is a notification from his associate on the home screen.

Seligman   6:30 PM OMW to pick up supplies. Will confirm when I drop them at your place. 

It’s 6:45 now. Seligman should be at Joe Prescott’s front door in fifteen minutes, enough ketamine in his pocket to take down a linebacker—and darling Jack is all alone.

Ivan’s smile twists into a smirk.

Wonderful, he texts back. Put it in the basement, and lock up when you’re done.

Near to the stage, Joe Prescott grins for a candid photo with one of his adoring fans. He looks so confident, so sure of himself. Like the cat who got the cream.

Ivan cannot wait to see him shatter.

-/-/-

“—you’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under!”

Jack doesn’t much like it when Joe is gone, but it is a good excuse to do the things he wouldn’t ordinarily—like dance around the kitchen, shrieking Britney Spears at the top of his lungs, a pair of tongs for his microphone. Twangers, Joe calls them.

“With a taste of a poison paradise, I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?”

Carl, their Bernese mountain dog, is distinctly unimpressed. He’s far more interested in the steak Jack has tenderizing on the counter. When Jack pinches the steak with the tongs, Carl’s ears perk up.

“Ohhhhh, no—and I love what you do!—this is not for you, my doggo.”

Jack rolls his hips in time with the music; Carl grunts his displeasure. The steak goes into a cast iron pan, sizzling as it settles against the blistering heat.

“It’s getting late to give you up, I took a sip from the devil’s cup—”

Jack is halfway through a clumsy pirouette when the doorbell rings. Carl growls, and it glissandos into a bark as he hefts himself up on his enormous paws.

Jack looks down at himself. Basketball shorts and nothing else, not even socks—Joe would have yelled at him for cooking without his shirt. Shit.  

Carl barks again.

Jack bends down to scratch Carl’s big black ears. “Hold on, buddy. It’s just a visitor, huh?”

He grabs up his phone to turn Britney down and then scrambles for the hoodie he left draped on the back of the couch. One of Joe’s, of course. Jack doesn’t remember the last time he wore a hoodie of his own. He pulls it over his head, and if his hair is a complete disaster, at least he won’t be half-naked when he opens the door.

The doorbell rings again.

“I’m coming!” Jack calls.

He almost trips over a very concerned Carl on their way to the door. When Jack opens it, he doesn’t recognize the man on the other side. The man is well-dressed: creased slacks and a storm blue button-down, a little clip-on plastic badge attached to the breast pocket. He’s even wearing a tie. He smiles at Jack.

“Mr. Kenyon?”

Carl’s growl rumbles low in his throat, but the man doesn’t react. Jack reaches down to hold Carl’s collar.

“Um, yeah? Hi, I mean. Can I help you?”

“I’m Mark Seligman. I’m an associate of Dr. Peters’.”

Jack immediately bounds upright, extending his hand for Seligman to shake; if he has to look like steamrolled trash for this interaction, at least he can be professional.

“Of course! To what do I owe the pleasure?”  

Seligman gestures to the leather messenger back at his hip. “It’s the forms for your position with Dr. Peters? He meant to send out it out before he left for the conference, but it got mixed up with some other mail. The courier was out for the day, so I assured him I’d handle it for him.”

Oh, yeah. Dr. Peters had mentioned that someone from his office would be in touch. Jack should have remembered.

“Sure. Should I take them or—?”

Seligman shakes his head. “It’s actually important that you sign them now. Processing time, you understand.”

“Oh, of course!”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your evening this way.”

“Hey, no worries.” Jack shrugs. “Come on in.”

Carl is not pleased. He doesn’t exactly lunge for the guy, but he tugs insistently against Jack’s hold on his collar, still snarling. 

Seligman raises his eyebrows.  

“And who is this?”

“Carl.” Carl takes his name as an invitation to bark, the sound rattling all the way through Jack’s arm. Jack winces in apology. “Sorry, he’s not normally like this. It’s just that my partner isn’t home. I think he’s feeling extra protective.”

“Of course.”

Seligman nods, but Jack can see that he’s unimpressed. Most people think Carl is the handsomest dog they’ve ever seen; whenever he and Joe take Carl to the dog park, Carl practically holds court. But then again, most people who meet Carl are not greeted with the semi-feral creature Jack is presently trying to keep at bay. 

“We named him after Carl Jung,” Jack says stupidly.

“Cute.”

This time, Carl does lunge forward. Jack yanks him back before he can get at Seligman. Jack can’t understand why he’s acting this way. 

“I’m so sorry. Lemme just—I’ll crate him. Carl. Off. Easy. Easy!”

He wrestles Carl through to the dining room and manages to get him inside the oversized dog crate he and Joe keep for when they’re both at work. Carl’s growling doesn’t stop, and his mouth is wet with strings of overexcited drool.

Seligman’s lip curls for just a second. “Quite a spirited animal.”

“Right now, yeah,” Jack agrees breathlessly. Carl glares at Seligman from inside the crate. “Normally, he lies on the floor like a fluffy rug.” Seligman doesn’t reply. “Ahhh, but you don’t care about that, I’m sure. Could I—would you like a drink? We’ve got anything you want.”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Seligman replies. “Vodka soda?”

“Sure. That sounds refreshing. Just give me two shakes. Make yourself at home.”

Jack heads to the bar cart in the corner of the dining room, yanking two rocks glasses from the bottom shelf. Behind him, he can hear Seligman settling at the table, stacks of paper whooshing against the walnut finish. Carl whines.  

“Mr. Kenyon?” Seligman sniffs. “Is there something burning in the kitchen?”

Oh, fuck all.

“What? Oh—oh, shit!” The damn steak. Of course, Jack forgot to turn down the stove. He sets the glasses on the edge of the table. “Do you mind—I’ll—just hang on a second. I’ll be right back.”

“No worries,” Seligman calls after him. “I’ll just finish mixing the drinks.”

“Thanks! It’s all on the cart.”

Carl yelps as Jack leaves the room, but if Jack doesn’t get back to the kitchen, he’s probably going to light the condo on fire, and then Joe will kill him, and Jack will never get to work for Dr. Ivan Peters.

The steak is smoking but not completely charred when Jack heads back to the dining room. There are two drinks on the dining room table, one in front of Seligman and one at the empty seat across from him. The man already has the contracts fanned out on the table. Jack smiles gratefully and sinks into his chair.

He doesn’t even notice that Carl is suspiciously quiet, his big brown eyes red and heavy in their sockets.

“Sorry about that,” Jack says.

He takes a quick sip of his drink and tries to hide a grimace; Seligman must be a heavy-handed bartender, because the drink is extra bitter. Jack clears his throat.

“I just wasn’t expecting company, and then Carl, and—”

Seligman shakes his head. “It’s alright, Mr. Kenyon. You already have the job, after all. And anyway, you don’t report to me. You’ll belong to Dr. Peters as soon as we get these papers signed.”

Something that’s not quite a chill shoots up Jack’s spine. Anticipation, he figures. This is it, isn’t it? What he’s been working for? He picks up the pen that Seligman’s left on top of the papers.

“Well, then,” Jack says. “Let’s get them signed.”

“Yes, let’s.”

Jack takes another sip of his drink. “So, what are all of these?” He gestures over the papers with his glass.

“It’s all fairly standard. An NDA from our corporate partners, of course. And then, just standard onboarding paperwork. Personal information. Laboratory waivers. Dr. Peters has indicated with the tabs where you should sign.”

Jack’s fingers are sweaty around the metal cylinder of the pen, and his ears are warm. He looks at the drink in his other hand and sets it down on the table. Seligman makes a strong cocktail, and Jack’s stomach is empty; he’d better slow down. He starts to leaf through the contracts, carefully signing his name next to the yellow Post-It arrows that Dr. Peters left for him. He doesn’t read them closely; for some reason, his head is starting to swim. He’s sure that Dr. Peters has everything in order.

By the fourth document, he’s having a hard time making his hand do what he tells it. He looks down at the pen, and he doesn’t see Seligman’s smile.

“I was just wondering—” Jack’s tongue is slow and heavy in his mouth, and he swallows, more embarrassed than confused. When did he become such a lightweight? “Did Dr. Peters happen to mention anything about a compensation package?”

Jesus, he hopes he isn’t slurring his words.

Seligman watches closely as Jack manages to scratch out his final signature.

“Ah. Well, think of it as an unpaid internship. The experience will be invaluable.”

“I know. I mean, it’s a great opportunity—I’m just hoping this will be my last one of those.”

“Oh, rest assured, Mr. Kenyon. It will be.”

This time, Jack catches the cold twitch of Seligman’s lips as the other man reaches across the table to gather the pile of forms. As Jack sets the pen down, he gets the sense that his hand isn’t actually attached to his body anymore. He tries to lift it up to the light to examine it, but his arm is so heavy that he can’t seem to get it off the table.

Something is very wrong.

Seligman’s teeth shine in the dining room light as his smile widens; they’re all Jack can see.

“Are you alright, Mr. Kenyon?”

Jack tries to answer, but the sounds that come from his mouth aren’t words at all.

Seligman nods understandingly. “Don’t fight it, Mr. Kenyon. Let go.”

When Jack falls from his chair, he thinks he hears the other man laughing, but the sound is far away.

Then, there is only darkness.

-/-/-

“Dr. Prescott, I presume?”

It’s too delicious, Ivan thinks, that Joe Prescott should have wandered over to this particular bar. Old Joe looks none too pleased to see him. His brows crease almost immediately, and he turns back to the bartender without giving Ivan a second look.

“Lagavulin, neat.”

Ivan takes a sip of his second dwindling Manhattan. “Wonderful job you did up there.”

Joe begrudgingly looks over. “Thanks.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. I wasn’t surprised to see you secured one of the top spots, of course.”

Joe shrugs and watches the bartender’s back, as if imploring him to go faster. “Sure.”

“You know, I just had the pleasure of meeting with your graduate assistant.” Ivan hits his forehead with the heel of his palm. “Oh! I mean, your—”

“Husband,” Joe snarls before Ivan can finish. The bartender hands him the scotch, and Ivan is surprised that Joe doesn’t down it in one go.

“Husband?” Ivan raises his eyebrows. “Really? He didn’t mention that.”

“Well, practically,” Joe amends.

Ivan can’t help himself. He slips on his most patronizing smile. “You wanted to wait until he was legal?”

Joe whirls on him, ice clinking against the base of his glass. “Shut up, Peters.”

“We’re in mixed company here, Joe,” Ivan laughs. “You wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation by getting into a fracas with little old me, would you?”

Joe looks like he might consider it for a minute, but then he just shakes his head and drains his glass. “I don’t know why Jack is so excited to work with you.”

“I’d assume you tried to warn him off,” Ivan says sympathetically. He nods to the bartender. “Another for my friend, huh?”

“I’m not your friend,” Joe mutters.

“I know, but we’ll have to play nice with Jack working for me, won’t we?”

“It’s a means to an end,” says Joe.

Old Joe doesn’t know what Jack’s ending will be. The thought produces a pronounced throb low in Ivan’s gut.

“That end being?” he asks.

Joe hesitates, but the liquor has already loosened his lips. “He doesn’t want to get married until he’s done with his doctoral program, and for whatever reason, he thinks you’re going to be his ticket into one.”

Joe takes another heavy swig, and Ivan smirks.

“That seems like an awfully long wait,” Ivan says. “If I had someone as lovely as your Jack, I’d snap him up right away. Lock him up so no one could get at him.”

It’s a joke that is not a joke, but old Joe’s eyes are far away.

“I can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to,” Joe says.

Ivan can’t help but laugh. He will teach darling Jack that what he wants is immaterial. He will do all kinds of things sweet little Jack doesn’t think that he wants—and he will teach Jack to like them. Ivan isn’t weak like Joe.

“That’s interesting,” Ivan says. “I find that, sometimes, people don’t actually know what’s good for them. They need a guiding hand to help them understand what’s best.”  

Ivan doesn’t say that he will be the one to help Jack understand. He only takes another sip of his drink.

Joe shakes his head. “Excuse me.” He pulls out his cell phone.

He’s calling Jack. Ivan knows it.

He’s calling Jack, and even after six rings, there is no answer. Ivan can hear the faint crackle of Jack’s voicemail message from old Joe’s phone:

Hi. You’ve almost reached Jack. Leave a message, and we’ll see if you make it.

Old Joe curses under his breath. He takes another sip of his scotch and barely looks back at Ivan. “Excuse me. I just—excuse me.”

Joe turns away and dials darling Jack’s number a second time.

Ivan’s phone buzzes in his pocket.

Seligman  7:57 PM Supplies are en route. No issues.  

Ivan can’t wait to get home.

next >

[dual1pa]

one - meeting

SUMMARY OF SERIES: she is a Grammy award-winning artist and has been cast in Cliff Beasts 6 as a celebrity cameo as well as Dieter Bravo's love interest. After hooking up one evening, the two contracts COVID-19 and are stuck quarantined together for 2 weeks, what could happen?

WARNINGS: strong sexual content and language, readers' discretion is advised.

She was the newbie of the group - the final one to be cast in Cliff Beasts 6 and the last one to arrive at the large hotel. She was so excited to experiment in the movie industry when her known career line is music.

The black Escalade pulled up while a tall slim man opened the door to politely greet her.

“Welcome! So glad you made it. We are so excited to have you here,” he smiled at her all while keeping his required 6-feet distance.

“Thank you very much. Excited to be here,” she smiled looking in front of her to see a giant yellow tent with people in gowns. She quickly got tested while another man carried her belongings to her new room for 14 days.

She admired the paintings hung nicely on the walls and how large each room was. Even though she had to stay in a room for two weeks, she could get used to staying here for two months. She had to admit, she was excited to see all the actors returning for the 6th movie. She was a big fan of the movies, even though they were stupid, it was a comedic break from her hectic life. She followed the man through the wide hallways, hearing the others in their rooms already. He opened the door and welcomed her into a very large room with a big California-king-sized bed, giant TV, treadmill, and a bathroom with a tub and shower.

“Damn, I could get used to this.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts, honey. You’ll get bored quickly but if you need anything just let us know. My name is Bola,” he shut the door quickly before she could respond.

It was silent. No one was making loud noises and it was quite nice.

–

The days went by. She hasn’t seen a person in days. She requested a ton of magazines and movies to binge. Day 14 came slowly, but she made it - along with everyone else. She put on a slim-fit dress that showed off her curves while also still having a professional-ish vibe. She strapped on her heels and found her way down the stairs. As she inched closer to the room, voices began to get louder and louder.

She entered the room and was a bit starstruck. She grew up watching these celebrities and now she was in the same movie with them. She went to everyone and introduced herself to them. Most were nice, some just said hello and walked off. Little did she know, she caught the eye of one of her crushes - Dieter Bravo.

He came to her, “Well hello there,” he smirked while holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Hi,” she tried not to seem like a total freak, “Wow. Dieter Brav0 - Oscar winner and everything - in the flesh.”

“I should be honest, I’m a big fan of your music. Killer,” he said.

She thanked him and explained her role in the movie,

“Ah, my love interest. Not disappointed. Darren did a great job casting.”

She blushed and noticed how he would quickly glance at her cleavage but made it seem that he wasn’t. It was only a compliment to her. He was so fucking hot.

–

After dinner, she went to the bar to grab herself a martini. She felt eyes on her, but she didn’t know who it was.

“Hello, again,” Dieter - she should have known - put his hand on the small of her back.

“Mr. Bravo. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Please. Call me Dieter. Do you wanna have sex with me?”

The bold statement almost had her spitting her drink all over him, instead, she choked slightly.

“Uh.. are you sure?”

“You caught my eye tonight. None of these other losers come close to how drop-dead gorgeous you are,” wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

She laughed, “How many girls have you said that line to?”

“Just you, love.”

“Yes.”

“Awesome. Let’s get outta here.”

He brought her to his room. It was very messy and there was a table in the corner with substances on it, certainly illegal, but she didn’t care. She wanted him.

“What a nice room you have,” she commented, walking over to the unmade bed and laid down.

“It’s like a pigsty in here,” he laughed.

She rested her body on her elbows to watch him undress. She hiked her dress up to show her black lace panties that were 100% see-through. Staring, she grew a bit self-conscious but was pleasantly surprised when he crawled up the bed, complementing her gorgeous figure. Her head slammed against the pillow as he had his way with her. Hands instantly brushed through his brown locks. Groaning as he sucked on your clit at just the right place and just the right amount of pressure. She moaned out his name, letting him know how close she was. He popped off before she could reach ultimate pleasure while she whined and twitched at the loss.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” he kisses up her clothed stomach and up to what’s visible of her cleavage, “I want you to come on my cock this time. Next time, I want you to come all over this face,” he licked up into her mouth.

He let go too soon to take off his robe, leaving him in nothing but boxer shorts. He scooted down his shorts to show off his impressive length. Her eyes widened and her mouth watered. He smirked at her initial reaction, wasting no more time in letting her have all of him. She stretches around him, hissing at the sting. Her mouth hangs open as the pain turns into pleasure. He leans his body weight on his left forearm, mouth inches away from hers as his slow thrusts turn quick. Their moans and groans fill the room. She never wanted the feel of the pleasure he was giving her to end. God, she could be in this position till the end of time. His hands went from her hair to pull the front of her dress down for her breasts to spill out of her dress. He slips her nipples into her mouth while keeping a steady pace, hoping she’s going to come soon since he was inches away.

“C’mon baby, I know you want to come. Give it to me,” his hand snaked down to her clit to give it some rubs in a clockwise motion.

“Oh, God, Dieter!”

He watched as she came undone underneath him. It fulfilled his ego that he could make a woman come like this. He pulled himself out of her while she watched in awe as he asked her where she wanted it. She quickly grabbed the straps of the dress and shimmied it down to her stomach.

She grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples, “I need it right here baby,” looking down at her chest.

That’s all he needed to finish. She twitched as his come displayed all over her tits. He laid down next to her, breathing heavily. He tucked himself back into his boxers and went to grab a towel for her to clean up. He watched in awe as she admired the artwork that was displayed on her chest. She made sure he was watching when she picked up some of his come and sucked it off her finger.

“Now you’re just trying to make me hard again.”

“Maybe I am,” she bit down on her lip.

“Where have you been all my life?”

“Well, I’m here now.”

She wiped off his come and fixed her dress. He watched as she double-checked herself in the mirror before going back to her room.

“Stay with me tonight,” he asked.

“I don’t have pajamas, also I need to take all this makeup off my face,” she laughed.

“I’ll come to you then.”

“Okay. I’m three doors down to the right,” she smirked, shutting the door behind her.

–

She quickly ran to her room to change out of her dress clothes and into something more comfortable. She didn’t think she would be sleeping with anyone during her time filming the movie. The only thing sexy thing she could find was a silk pajama set. She was taking her makeup off in a sports bra and a different pair of panties when she heard the door open. Footsteps made their way into the bathroom. Dieter came into her view and admired her ass while she was bent over scrubbing her face with a makeup wipe.

“Hi,” she smiled at him in the mirror.

He smirked, “Is this how you greet all your guests?”

“You got here quicker than I anticipated.”

“Should I leave then come back?”

“No,” she said almost immediately as he smiled.

He came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Throwing the wipe on the counter, she took her hand and wrapped it around his neck while she rested her head on his chest. They’ve only known each other for hours but they were acting like they were a married couple. He leaned forward to kiss her neck biting down on the flesh.

“My fans would go crazy that we were fucking,” she broke the silence.

He chuckled, letting her go so she could finish her nightly routine. He sits on the step to get into the bathtub to watch her in the mirror. He admired the way she talked to him about her interests and how she got to where she is today and how the rollercoaster of her life lead her to finally being happy. She bought her family a house and paid off the mortgage for her successful Grammy-winning career.

Of course, there was more sex during their night, but it was mostly exchanging stories. She was hopeful that he felt more than just a one-night stand.

[switchbladedreamz]

Oops

Bucky Banres x Fem!Reader

18+, minors do not read

Warning: smut, oral (female recieving), spanking, squirting, alcohol ingestion, unprotected sex, drunk sex, dub!con, wear a condom, couch sex.

Summary: the a/c is out in the apartment complex and Bucky asks if you have an extra fan available.

***I, the author, do not consent to stealing, plagiarism, or posting any of my work anywhere unless done so by myself***

I awoke with a shortness of breath. I was groggy and sweating. It's hot, when did it get hot? I laid in bed for a few more seconds, waking up. 'Ugh, I'm all sweaty and gross'

Making my way out of my room and into the hallway, I see the soft glow the electronic thermostat is casting. Now facing it, it unsurprisingly reads "Error? How the fuck? I'll have to call the landlord in the morning, fucking apartments- I swear.". I suddenly jump and scream as there's an unexpected knock on my door. Looking down at my naked body I rush back to my room to grab a shirt and some shorts.

I opened the door, the light from the hallway burning my corneas. Retinas? My eyes. Burning my eyes. Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on a chest, perspiring and a heavily breathing chest. Well cut and damn, mouth watering. I could my laundry on those abs. Looking up I was met with a face. A grumpy face. "Its sweltering, do you have an extra fan?" "Well hello to you too lovely neighbor, James. Wanna come in?" He smiled and awkwardly "right, sorry. And yeah sure, also its Bucky" I walked backwards pulling the door with me letting him in. "I don't have any fans Buckmeister, but I could take you to the store and we buy some.". "At 2 in the morning? And with your shirt on backwards?" "Hey! At least I have a shirt on and Wal-Mart is 24 hours.". I pulled my arms into my shirt and twisted it around while Bucky tried not to stare as the shirt rode up over my stomach. I smiled to myself. "You go get a shirt and some shoes on and I'll get some shoes on. Are my shorts on backwards too?". I pulled my shirt up over my ass and turned to show him. He cleared his throat and smiled his usual dopey cute smile "nope, all good". I walked away to my room to put shoes on. "Please tell me your car has A/C!" He shouted after me.

"Oh fuck yeah" i moaned "feels so good" Bucky replied in a groan. We were ecstatic to feel the cool A/C hit us in the car. Pulling out of the multistory carpark, we started our journey to find some fans.

"I can't believe this has been happening literally every other week, what a shitty landlord." "I know, he's being such a douche. When I moved in, he glared at me- I think he hates "disabled people". He has made so many weird comments". "Are you kidding me? What a dick!" We chatted as we made our way to the fan aisle. Turns out the landlord is much shittier than we both thought. "So what brings you to New York?" "College, I'm a teacher, ASL". "ASL? What's that?" "American Sign Language." "Oh yeah, where do you teach? Like Kindergarten or something?" " College students.".

We picked out two big kitchen fans and two small desk fans. After checking out, Buck's stomach growled. Loudly. I laughed and looked at his stomach "Hey I'm hungry too but you don't gotta scream about it."

Finally home after stuffing our faces with McDonald's and due to Bucky's super soldier metabolism, we got Taco Bell too. And stopped for ice cream at Walmart again. "Fuck my guy, how much can you put away? Hell yeah!" "What? I'm a pig, you arent grossed out?" "No, I like people who can eat.". "Well, wanna go to the liquor store?" He posed the question. "Oh hell yeah, you read my mind.".

Now home I unlocked my apartment when- "oh shit." "What?" "I think I locked my keys in my apartment." "You're shitting me", I deadpanned. "I'm so sorry." "Ah don't apologize, I'll put you up on the couch. Yay! Sleep over" I poked at his ribs. "Yay, cause being an 107 year old adult and locking your keys accidentally in your apartment is something to celebrate" he rolled his eyes. "Well jeez party pooper, if you'd rather sleep in the hallway then.." "shit, no I'm sorry. Thank you. But we can drink together" I faked a gasp "that is very true. And hopefully it'll distract us from the heat of a thousand suns in here. A warning, I do tend to get shirtless when drunk." "Well then I guess I'll just have to get pantsless" he wriggled his brows. 'Oh dear Gods, yes'.

3 liquid marijuanas

5 shots of caramel Smirnoff

And 3 games of mini shots pong later, we were floored. Well I was. Buckmiester was off his ass too. We were sitting on the floor eating our melted ice cream. Bucky missed his mouth with spoon and spilled the ice cream on his shirt. "Shit, I like this shirt" he whined before pulling it off. I bit my lip, my inebriation not caring about hiding my attraction to my neighbor. "You like what you see, Doll?" His voice dropped. I blushed and nodded. He leaned forward and crawled on his knees to me. Being drunk, and an absolute genius, apparently, I dropped ice cream on my shirt too. "Oops." I whispered and looked up at him, trying my best to look innocent. Bucky longed forward and ripped my shirt off, well over me. And pulled me in for a kiss. Hit teeth it mine, I could taste the alcohol and mint chocolate chip ice cream on his tongue. It was messy and perfect at the same time. I groaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled back, "bedroom.". He nodded "bedroom.". He stood up a little too quickly and had to sit on the couch. I made my way up the couch. "You know, the couch is a perfectly suitable place" he said as he grabbed me forced me onto his lap. "We're both too drunk to go to the bed". His metal hand was warm too, no doubt because of the apartment, even will all four fans set on high. His lips kissed from the shell of my ear to my collarbone, "ssshhhh. No need for logic right now". Metal hand on my breast, and flesh one on my ass, he reared his hand back and slapped my ass hard. "Oh fuck, do it again". He rolled us over onto my back and him on top. He literally ripped my shorts off, pushing my knees to my stomach, he spanked me again. "Dirty girl" he whispered as his stubble graced my breast as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. His flesh hand made it's way down, caressing my sides and my stomach and the top of my thigh, he forced my legs apart and thrusted his clothes bulge against my unclothed sex. I grabbed his neck and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, I felt him grow harder against me. "You're not naked enough". "Yes ma'am" he smiled and got up, this time a little slower. "Just curious, why no panties?" The smile on his face was wide, "I sleep naked". His smile grew wicked, "oh, really?". He suddenly went to his knees. He grabbed my ankle and pulled my sideways. "That's hot" was all he replied as I corrected my self and rested my legs on his shoulders. "Fuck that feels good" My voice shifted, wavering, as his mouth marked my thighs. Kissing, biting, nibbling, hickied, light teeth marks.

"Just a quick taste" he whispered, then licked my pussy, his tongue swiveling around my slit then up to my clit. He kissed my mound, then dove back in. My moans turned into screams as he worked his tongue on my clit as he slipped a metal finger inside of me. His flesh hand groped my breast, and trailed up to my throat and squeezed and he added a second finger and curled. I think my body took a screenshot as a I came on his fingers. His fingers pounded into me faster as I rode out my high and he stared at my face. I calmed down after coming down, I looked at him confused. "What?" "You're fucking beautiful when you cum for me, when you cum on my fingers. Wonder how beautiful you look when you come on my cock, darlin". Before I could reply, he thrusted his thick member into me. Stretching me open. "Oooh fuuck Bucky!" I screamed and hung onto his back. He didn't stop, didn't let me adjust. "That's it doll, say my fuckin name, scream it!". He pulled my hair, as he exposed my neck he bit it. I was a whimper mess, the punishing pace he was pounding into me, the feeling of the bite and the pain of my hair being pulled. "Want the whole apartment complex to hear you screaming my name. Want them to know who you belong to." I wailed as he hit the special spot in me, it made me see stars. "That's it bunny, let it all out, cum for me". He pulled out and flipped me over. "You doin okay?" He paused, all I could do to answer him was nodding. He laughed. "Are cock drunk already? I barely fuck you and you already can't speak". He slipped himself in again, "aaaaaah" "that's right" he thrusted, pulled my hips up. "Who owns you baby?" "You do". He moved again, spanking me, he shouted "I said, who owns you?!". I mustered all my strength, I took too long, he spanked me again and again, as the blows landed on my behind- he didn't stop his pace. This time he spanked me with his metal hand, "you do!" I cried out. He spanked me again and I came, hard. I wailed as my legs shook, I felt him pull out and something warm hitting my back.

For some reason I felt more tired than usual, and more sober. "Hold on honey, let me get you a wash cloth". I hummed in response. That was intense, amazing even. He came back shortly and gently cleaned me up. I felt the rag between my legs, he started wiping me knees and lower thighs first which was weird. Moving up I felt it gently rub my sensitive pussy, then my back. He kissed my head and helped me sit up. "Have you ever squirted before?" "No, why?" "Because you just did." "I'm sorry, what?" I looked at his lap as he was wiping at his legs, it was wet. And then I turned to look at my couch, also wet. "Woah." I whispered softly.

"Not to sound too arrogant but do you think you can walk?" I huffed a laugh "I don't think so.". With that, he picked me up and we stumbled our way to my room. It had finally cooled off and laid me down on the outside of my bed and he crawled on the other side. "Good night miss (Y/n)" he cuddled me and pulled my head to his chest. "Nighty night Buckmeister". He chuckled and kissed my head again and we snuggled in a soothing slumber.

[hangovercurse]

Nerd Love

After years of working together, Pete still manages to break you.

Request: “Hi! Can I get a Pete imagine where you guys work on SNL together and you have few skits together and during one of them you can’t stop laughing”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2237

“Live from New York, it’s Saturday night!” You hear Kate and the host of the week announce before Lorne motions that the cameras had cut for commercial break. You and Pete had a sketch together in exactly 12 minutes and 45 seconds, and you were trying to cool your nerves.

You loved your job, writing on SNL was something you had dreamed of since you were in middle school, and now it was your reality. Of course, it was hard, the hours were long and the work was demanding. But having Pete by your side made it all bearable.

You had met on your first day, getting hired one season after him. You two were deemed the “babies” of the cast because you were the youngest, so naturally you got paired up. A lot.

At first it bothered you that you only really ever worked with one person, but after your first few episodes you grew to love Pete. Your energies matched so well, and whenever you wrote together you easily built of each other.

After 6 years of working on the show together, you had become really close friends. You were with him through all of his hard times, and you were one of the few people he let visit him in rehab. In return, he stuck by your side through everything, even when the internet tried to cancel you for an interview that was taken completely out of context.

You couldn’t pinpoint when, but at some point, you had developed real feelings for him. Obviously, you’d never tell him, not wanting to mess up your amazing friendship. But they still flourished, especially when you would be up until 6 am writing sketches and goofing around in the writer’s room. Of course, the comments from fans didn’t help your feelings either. They loved you guys. Anytime you posted Pete on your social media, they were all over it.

But you guys had denied the dating rumors countless times since they’d started 5 years ago. Even though having to hear the words “we’re just friends” over and over killed you.

You were lost in thought when Pete came up behind you, hands grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. “Ready bookworm?” He asked, moving to stand next to you.

“Only if you are, Mr. jock-man.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

The sketch you and Pete had written was a young couple on a really fancy date to celebrate their 6-month anniversary. Your character was going on the date with Kyle Mooney’s character. Both of you were the stereotypical nerd couple with glasses, suspenders, and everything else. Pete was playing your waiter, who obviously did not give a shit about his job. He was the stereotypical jock character. Your character was super attracted to him and kept paying attention to him. He loved the attention and would do things like show you his (reaaaallllyyy) lame tattoos, tell you about sports, and everything that nerds don’t like. Kyle obviously didn’t like that and kept trying to get your attention in the weirdest of ways.

It was pretty funny in rehearsals, almost too funny. Seeing Pete act so out of character was hilarious to you and having to overdramatically flirt with him felt ridiculous. You barely made it through in rehearsals without laughing, so you had to hope you could do it on stage.

“Y/N, Pete, and Kyle. You’re up.” The stagehand told you, and you grabbed Kyle’s hand, walking to the stage.

The sketch started and you were doing okay. You and Kyle had your conversation about your anniversary and your favorite Star Wars movies. But then Pete walked onto the stage in his ridiculous waiter getup. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and wrinkled, his black pants hanging low on his hips, and his apron only half tied. You bit your tongue to keep yourself together.

“Welcome to White Oyster, what do you want?” He said in a very bored voice. You acted interested, eyes raking up and down him. You felt ridiculous and had to swallow a laugh.

Kyle pushed his glasses up on his nose, “me and my girlfriend are here for our six-month anniversary, so we would like the couple’s special.” His nerd voice was incredible.

“Okay. Anything else?” Pete’s voice remained monotone.

You bit your lip, “do you recommend anything else?” You asked, trying to sound nerd-sexy.

You could see Pete struggling to contain a smile. “I mean, whatever. Food here is shitty anyways.”

Kyle’s mouth gaped, “can you not speak like that around my girlfriend, please?”

The sketch continued with you making flirty remarks towards Pete, him being very bored and unaware, and Kyle trying to direct your attention. After your second attempt at flirting with him, you could feel yourself breaking down.

“So, I was wondering. Do you have any tattoos?” You asked him, your elbow on the table, twirling a piece of your hair in your finger.

Pete nodded, pulling up his shirt to show the big MOM tattoo on his side that was drawn on earlier. You felt a giggle slip out, completely out of character.

You tried to cover it up and continue, “wow, you really must love your mom, huh?” Another chuckle leaving your mouth, “that’s kinda hot.”

Kyle looked at you with wide eyes, “Linda!” He screamed the name of your character

Pete shrugged, “Nah, I did it myself. It says WOW, like world of warcraft.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell out of your mouth, and one followed from Pete. This was a disaster. You tried to regain your composure, knowing Kyle was probably really frustrated right now. “I just think tattoos are so cool. You don’t have any, do you Darren?” You asked Kyle’s character, eyes narrowing at him. You heard a chuckle from Pete beside you and you bit your cheek.

Kyle faked looking flustered, “N-no. But I have all 7 of the Harry Potter books and 4 collectors wands.”

Pete nodded, “Oh cool, I have a Harry Potter tattoo.” He pulled up his arm to show his real tattoo.

Your eyes went wide, “Wow. That’s way cooler.” You batted your eyes up at Pete, making him break even more. Watching his face go red and his mouth lifting up with laughter made you squeeze your eyes to hide your laughter.

“But babe!” Kyle was starting to break now too. “You love my Harry Potter stuff!”

“It’s cool, I guess.”

The sketch continued with you and Pete laughing anytime you looked at each other, your energies feeding into one another. You both tried really hard to keep it together, but something about flirting with Pete made you so giddy inside that you couldn’t help it.

Eventually the scene ended and the lights went down. You knew the cameras probably caught an extra few seconds after the close of the sketch, meaning they caught you and Pete breaking down into fits of laughter.

You somehow made it offstage, faces red. “We’re so gonna get fired.” He said through giggles.

“I’m so sorry,” You started, trying to take breaths through your laughs. “I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it together.”

“You looked ridiculous.” Pete laughed, pointing at your glasses.

 After the show you made your way back to your dressing room, changing into your day clothes and getting ready to leave. You finally checked your phone, which had been off the duration of the show.

Your twitter feed was filled with clips of you and Pete laughing through the sketch.

They’re so cute together #goals

Love their friendship

Get you someone who looks at you like Pete looks at Y/N

Poor Kyle ☹

The way they can’t get through a skit because they’re too in love

And they say they aren’t dating…

Can’t believe the unprofessionalism

Pete and Y/N are dating… no one can convince me otherwise

The flirting!!! The looks!!!

I would like Pete and Y/N to get married and adopt me please

Your heart melted at all the comments, a sigh leaving your mouth. You watched the video and noticed the way he looked at you anytime you broke character, it was the same way you looked at him all the time.

You shook your head, convincing yourself you were imagining it. You couldn’t afford to think like that, it would ruin your friendship.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, wanna go grab a drink with me?” It was Pete.

“You can come in.” You called, and he did so. “I don’t know, I was thinking I might just go home. I’m pretty tired.” You really just wanted to go home and sort through your feelings for the umpteenth time that month.

He nodded, watching as you tossed various items in your bag, “you were great tonight.”

You giggled, “Pete I barely made it through our sketch, it was a disaster.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to where you were at your vanity. “I messed up too, but it was fine. No one noticed.”

You leaned into the mirror, fixing your makeup slightly. Pete was very close to you, watching you through said mirror. “Trust me, Petey. Everyone noticed.” You laughed, standing up straight again.

Your back was inches from his chest, and you could suddenly feel a different sort of tension in the air. But you didn’t make any move to shift away from him. He gave you a quizzical look through the mirror and you took out your phone, turning to him.

You took in a breath at the proximity. You weren’t close enough to kiss or anything, but his chest was only a few inches away from you. You shook away the thoughts you were having and opened your twitter, letting him scroll through the tweets. He chuckled and shook his head as he read them, eventually handing you your phone back.

“People really like us together.” He said, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, “They have for the past like, 6 years, Petey. We’re funny.” You smiled moving to turn back to grab your bag, but his hand grabbed your hip and made you stay facing him.

Your mind went blank at his touch, trying to figure out if this was real or if you were just really really tired. “That’s not what I meant.” He said, quieter.

You laughed, looking away from his eyes, not really knowing what to say. “I mean, people have always thought… stuff like that.” You mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Pete’s eyes were searching your face, taking in every detail. “Have you ever thought about, like, why people think we’re…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was implying.

You blushed, looking down at your toes. “I mean, I guess we’re together a lot and we get on well. People just like to make assumptions, I guess.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it doesn’t help that I can never keep my eyes off of you, even when the cameras are rolling.” He said, a chuckle following.

You smiled, looking back up at him, your brain trying to process what he just said. After a few moments of silence, you spit out a “why are you bringing this up?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He sighed, hand moving from your hip and rubbing his face lightly. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” You gave him a look that told him to continue. “I mean, I think it’s kind of obvious that I like you.”

Your mouth dropped, “obvious? Pete Davidson you have been far from obvious about your feelings.” You really thought you were dreaming, hearing those words from him was just impossible.

“Are you kidding me? How many sketches do I have to write just so I can flirt with you? Have you not picked up on the fact that literally every sketch I write for you to be in we’re playing some sort of couple?” He laughed, stepping towards you, and grabbing your hips again. “Dude, and I thought I was oblivious to this shit.”

“In my defense I’ve spent the past like 6 years trying to convince myself you didn’t feel the same way.” You said, a smile crossing your face.

Pete rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you, “now why would you wanna do that?” There was a playful tone in his voice, but you couldn’t help your serious answer.

“Because I didn’t wanna read the signs wrong and mess up our friendship.” You sighed.

Pete’s smile softened, “Y/N I literally want to kill you right now for making me wait this long.” You giggled, leaning closer to him. “But you’re cute so I guess I can let it slide.”

“If I kiss you will it make up for it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

Pete pretended to think about it, “hmmm, maybe. You should definitely give it a shot to see.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. Your lips touched his and it was like everything in the universe suddenly aligned. His mouth moved against yours in soft, perfect motions. His hands pulled you closer into him, your bodies molding together like it was meant to be.

When you finally pulled away for breath, he pressed his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face. “So, about those drinks?”

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLove in cameras ━━ Genshin idol! au

newbie! idol!reader collaborating on a photoshoot together with idol! genshin characters

includes beidou, rosaria, childe, zhongli, diluc and xiao

( back on that idol au grind. also, the sheer amount of 'male reader' shit on this app that involves incest makes me genuinely tear up and take a shot everytime i say 'shot', you'd be drunk enough to hook up with zhongli dragon form. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 BEIDOU ━━ UNCROWNED QUEEN OF THE OCEAN 〕

━━ one of the most nerve-wrecking things ever because she's simply so intimidating and good at what she does.

━━ you're literally shaking in your seat as she takes her solo shots, watching her lean on one leg, placing the other by her side, stretching her arms all the whilst making eye contact with the camera.

━━ she just looks so professional and you're afraid you won't be able to live up to her and ruin the entire shoot since even though you're both idols, she's been in more magazines as a senior group compared to you.

━━ when you switch for your solo shots, she seems to sense how nervous you were ( although you weren't really hiding it much with your shaky knees and annoying tapping your foot. )

━━ she places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, telling you you'll be okay.

━━ you realise she wasn't as menacing and stoic as she was in magazines and slightly relax.

━━ helps you relax by offering support behind the camera!!!

You lean sideways a little, allowing the thin material to fall off your shoulder a little as you glance back at the camera, lips slightly apart. Your stoic facade is broken almost immediately when you hear Beidou hollering and clapping in the background. You begin to laugh in suprised shock as the staff around the set follow her example, the shuttering of cameras now longer heard as it is replaced with clapping and whooping.

You grow a little embarrassed, glancing over at Beidou for help but she seems proud, stood there with hands on her hips and a satisfied grin. You realise she isn't going to help you out so you attempt to calm the set down with thanks and bows until you're continuing with the shoot.

━━ beidou has a very large presence, so it's very hard to have magnetism next to her but you somehow make it work.

━━ compared to your solo shots, your duo shots have a pirate/knight theme.

━━ with beidou in a pirate getup and you in a knight getup, it was obvious to see that this was some type of old ancient rivalry between the two groups and you two were meant to potray that anger and tension.

━━ due to you being new to this type of scene, she'll take the lead, making sure that her pose allowed you to fit in perfectly, whether it be far away, close, a sword to her throat, you splayed on the floor and her leaning in with her sword next to your head. ( thank god that shot was meant to focus on beidou cause with her that close to you, you couldn't keep a straight face. )

━━ of course even with such a theme, fan service is everything! so some of the poses are a little more touchy touchy and if she can tell you're nervous, will immediately lighten the mood and assure you you're doing well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

━━ like beidou, will naturally exude professionalism and skill.

━━ unlike beidou though, she'll probably ignore your nervousness or bluntly tell you to toughen up if you want to make it, it sounds harsh but you know it's her own way of advice giving.

━━ her poses are less showy than beidou, more elegant and graceful as she rests her hands on her waist or cross her legs over each other over the arm of the chair and look back at the camera.

━━ will watch you, probably assessing your style, as you take your solo shots and if she notices your embarrassment ( she definitely does ), well she doesn't stop.

━━ will somehow converse with the photographer about poses she thinks will bring out your potential and it works, she has an eye for these things apparently and a lot of photographers like her style of modelling.

As you step back, allowing the staff to move props around, you glance back at the director of the shoot and Rosaria stood before the screen, showing off the photos. They seem to be deep in conversation, the only giveaway about the tense conversation however was the director's furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed into a tight line, Rosaria had no expression on her face.

The director seems to give up after Rosaria says something, pointing at the screen with her arms crossed, walking away with a shake of his head albeit the smile of being challenged. You immediately look away when she peers up at you, catching your eyes for a split second; you knew she had been shamelessly staring at you but it was quite embarrassing to be caught yourself.

"Here we go," snaps you out of your embarrassment and you're back to sitting on a black throne lined with gold, posing for the shoot.

━━ it's awkward before the camera is on you two as you stand on the set but once the camera is on? you two flow so perfectly together.

━━ rosaria would allow you to take the reins, allowing you to do what you felt was natural and would simply follow. ( another one of her ways of easing newbies into the modelling scene. )

━━ if your pose is a little awkward though, she'd quietly tell you to move certain ways and try not to overpower you ( but if you were overpowered, that'd be your own fault and you should try harder. that's her motto. )

━━ it actually surprises you how good she looked with a spear in hand and how well it suited her.

━━ it was kinda nerve-wracking to be working with rosaria but you absolutely loved it and would kill to work with her and have her guidance again ( deffo should ask for her number for future guidance!! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 CHILDE ━━ 11TH FATUI HARBINGER 〕

━━ looks professional on camera but is surprisingly childlike off camera.

━━ why is his little brother on the set wearing a pj mask costume again? right, he had to pick him up from school earlier than usual cause teucer said he was sick and wanted childe to come so he got use his older brother's reputation to get closer to that female teacher he liked. as for the pj mask costume, he wanted to fit in with the shoot theme so the poor stylists had to pull out some slightly too large, dusty halloween costume they found somewhere for him. great.

━━ other than that, childe is great at what he does, amazing at facial expressions like *whistles*, terrifyingly good at making the expressions asked of him. ( can cry on command actually (( learnt to entertain his younger siblings. )) ).

━━ you're intimidated by him at first but when you guys are taking a small break between his shoot and yours, you get to see him play around with his teucer and oh my god.

━━ he's literally carrying teucer above his head, teucer posed as superman with one arm sticking out and the other on his hip as he carefully runs throughout the set.

━━ when it's actually your turn, he will secretly hype you up with teucer.

"Pretty," Teucer mutters under his breath as prop flower petals are being thrown up as you pose under them. Childe smiles a little as he ruffles his younger brother's hair, "isn't my partner the prettiest?"

You're oblivious to these comments, focusing on the camera that was following your every move but your eyes glance over to the two brothers ever so often, finding their closeness rather endearing.

"They're prettier and nicer than your last partner," Teucer huffs, thinking of the previous collaboration he had attended with another celebrity, although she was a little too flirty with Childe for Teucer's liking. "Momma said you have to find a good person, big bro" Teucer reminds aa Childe smiles amused. "Are they a good person?" Childe thrusts his thumb over in your direction.

Teucer hums, thinking carefully with his chin in hand before nodding, beaming at Childe. "I'm sure they'll fit in nicely with everyone!" Your future had just been planned and you had no say in it at all.

━━ as for duo shots, it's another enemies theme but it's more of an assassination theme with childe holding a bow, perched on a higher stage than you.

━━ took ten minutes for childe to figure out how to look good with a bow in hand, with an eye scrunched up like he was actually aiming at you. ( of course he wouldn't have succeeded if not for teucer shouting advice at him off set with his hands on his hips. )

━━ he swears he almost feels the adrenaline of the scene as if his life was actually on the line when you shoot him a glare like directed.

━━ you two get on pretty well off set as well! you joke around as props are being moved around or make up is being fixed for either of you.

━━ you feel bad when you actually stab him with the fake sword, but he plays through with it, acting like he was dying.

━━ play fighting with teucer as an evil overlord ( still wearing his pj mask costume ) mind controlling childe's lover ( you ) into thinking he was the enemy ( teucer came up with the plot ).

━━ slipped his number into your pocket as you two were posing.

━━ teucer also got to keep his pj mask costume!!

━━ posts a picture of you messing around with teucer on his instagram.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ probably the most professional out of them all.

━━ his poses are quite simplistic as he models the suit, hand in his pocket, fixing a cuff link, checking the time, simply casting his gaze to the side but he still holds a very large presence on set.

━━ would calmly converse with you as if you two had been friends for a long time, with a small smile on his face.

━━ if he can tell you're nervous, he'll tell you small anecdotes about anything and everything. when it's your turn, he give your shoulder a small squeeze and nod at you.

━━ talks to the director about poses as well, has a keen eye about what prop should be used and the positioning of them; you're suprised he isn't the director of the shoot.

━━ when you thank him for his help on the sidelines, he'll shake his head and tell you it was due to your talent and that he was only creating opportunities for them to naturally shine.

━━ was literally made for the camera, just the way he poses, the way he holds himself; god, it would've been a crime if this man had never been placed front page of a magazine.

You're entraced by the way he moves━━ subtle ways, like placing one foot ahead of the other, a hand in his pocket, looking down at the watch on his wrist. He's amazing. You could watch him for ages; he was like a sculpture made by the Gods, their most prized possession. What else could explain his sharp jawline, the bangs framing his face, his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail?

"You're staring," a staff member nudges you with a small smile, you snap out of it right away, slightly embarrassed at being caught. She laughs however, waving you off, "it's okay, we were all like that at first." You nod awkwardly, her words not helping at easing the embarrassment filling you.

You're talking with a staff member when he comes striding towards you, appearing behind you and scaring off the makeup artist with a mere smile and gracing you with a hand on your shoulder. "You're up next, good luck."

━━ mentally prepare yourself to be within a five metre radius of this man for the next hour or so.

━━ whether you're weak to pretty faces or not, i assure you, this man will honestly be the death of you if your guard is down even the littlest bit.

━━ the theme of this shoot? ceo/secretary and it does make sense━━ no it would make sense, if you were the secretary, not the ceo. but apparently fans like this type of power dynamic ( assuming you're shorter than him ) and so for the future of your careers you persevere.

━━ zhongli stood clad in a suit, next to you with his hands behind his back and you sat down at a desk, eyebrows furrowed like you're examining paper work or zhongli pouring you a cup of tea. you're pretty sure this is some odd dream at this point.

━━ you only persevere until zhongli has to pose as if he was fixing your tie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ intimidating. intimidating. intimidating.

━━ did you wrong god in some type of way in your past life because being watched so openly as you pose for the camera for such a man, naturally exerting power, with eyebrows furrowed was one of the most terrifying things ever.

━━ his poses are similar to zhongli's but he puts a little more back into it, dignified aura as he crosses his leg, or one hand holding his hair up into a high pony as the other is near his mouth, using his teeth to pull the bobble off his wrist.

━━ also more open to differing hairstyles! unlike zhongli who only keeps his hair in a low ponytail, diluc can comprise with a low pony, high pony or even a messy bun.

━━ good balance of praise and constructive criticism; will tell you if you're doing good but will also tell you if you could improve in certain areas or even help with poses.

━━ diluc has amazing chemistry with everyone, he fits naturally into other people's style of modelling and can alter himself or his partner to fit if necessary, he also has a large presence on camera and sometimes accidentally overtakes when he gets too into the shoot.

"Calm down," you step back in reflex when you hear Diluc's voice just behind you, "your nervousness is plastered all over your face." You make a sound of acknowledgement and bow your head, "just take a few breaths and imagine you're at home in your mirror bathroom." It scared you that he knew infront of your mirror bathroom, you were the most confident but thanks to his help, you were able to ease yourself into modelling.

"You did well," he smiles at you when you come off the set, patting you on the shoulder. You smile back, "thanks to your advice," you redirect the compliment back at him. The short interaction ends when you two have to change into your couple costume.

━━ unintended sexual tension 👫

━━ was supposed to be casual poses, really easy ones with you two sat on steps with a respective cigarette in hand as friends but somehow,,,,, you two looked like y'all had fucked a second before hopping onto the set.

━━ so, the director took the inherent sexual tension and put it into use; changing just seeming like you were smoke buddies into poses where you two leaning into the same flame to light up your cigarettes. ( close ups of you two staring into each other's eyes over the flame! )

━━ kept lesser tension packed photos though and the one above^^ just as a small treat for the fans.

━━ he definitely posted a picture of you ( tagged ) behind the scenes on his instagram with no caption though.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ more reserved, if he has a problem with the way you do things, doesn't say anything and just makes a certain expression with his face.

━━ his poses vary, he's able to adapt to each and every theme that's given to him and usually plays it safe with poses. he's usually modelling for makeup brands so he's very good with close ups, or hand and face poses; also is very used to working with many people but often never attempts to befriend.

━━ if you initiate conversation, he'll use dry replies or even attempt to leg it out of the conversation, only because he's a little shy or doesn't really understand social rules after a while, he'll given into your conversations and try to reply normally.

━━ i feel like he has mints with him no matter where he goes so expect a "do you want a mint?" halfway into your conversation.

━━ definitely is trusted with the music that plays in the background as you guys work. xiao is literally globally known for having one of the best music tastes and often makes songs hit the 'top 100' even if it's been out for years.

━━ it takes him a little while to get used to a new partner so give him a few test shots to get your vibe checked and he'll adapt!

You try hard to ignore the song in the background, but it's stuck in your head. Watching Xiao placing his fingers gingerly on his face as he peers to the side, the camera zooming into his face, you tap your foot along to the beat━━ you've never heard this song before but it really suited your tastes.

"Excuse me," you call out to a staff member who was walking past, he stops and nods at you, pulling down his headphones, "do you know what song this is?" He shakes his head however, leaving you with disappointment but not before he tells you that this was Xiao's Spotify playlist. You nod and thank you, immediately finding Xiao on Spotify to see all his different playlists for different moods.

You never understood why fans chose to listen to their idol's playlist because some of their music tastes was just trash but Xiao had genuinely good taste and it kinda suprised you.

━━ close proximity poses since you two are modelling for a makeup brand; some shots are just headshots with you two practically sat ontop of each other.

━━ some poses are torso shots, where you're both holding the product. there was a pose where you got to act as if you were applying eyeliner onto xiao's eyes and there was definitely a period of time when xiao couldn't stop blushing.

━━ he absentmindedly hums the song in the background as you two wait on set for the director to finish their conversation with the photographer.

━━ posts a picture of himself that you took whilst he was asleep and tagged you before the photoshoot was released so fans started speculating the weirdest shit and he never bothered to clear it up, just waited until the photos were released and hoped someone in his fandom was smart enough to connect dots.

[quindolyn]

🦢 cuddling with harry

I wrote?????

A/N: This takes place at the beginning of 5th year and it’s not proof read but I wrote and I’m not sad. I don’t know if you guys know but my mom is pretty sick right now so I apologize if I’m not all that active. I want to be but I’ve got stuff

Word count: 1246 so not really a baby blurb but I’m so tired and I’m done

The pitter patter of the rain coming down against the Gryffindor tower had a certain melodic melody as your feet thumped their own rhythm as they carried you up the winding stairs that would lead to your boyfriend’s dorm room.

The bag slung across your shoulder seemed to hang heavier and heavier with every step as the worn dragon hide strap bit into your skin and your feet began to ache after being crammed into your stiff Mary Janes as you trudged from lesson to lesson.

As you came to the door that you had come to know so well in the past couple of years you gently rapped your knuckles against the ancient oak murmuring, “Harry, hey you in there baby?”

You were met with a response too muffled for you to make out any intelligible words but the voice you knew to undoubtedly be Harry’s.

Taking it as permission to enter the dorm you wrapped your hand around the brass knob, ice cold metal searing against the skin of your palm you turned it, making sure to kick the door behind you.

Muscle memory kicked in as you made a beeline for the bed on the opposite side of the dorm, toeing off your shoes leaving your sock clad feet to absorb the chill of the floorboards.

Shrugging your bag off onto the floor you cast your eyes to the figure of your boyfriend laying splayed out on his back as he stared up at the ceiling above his four poster bed.

In what appeared to be his lightest jumper, rolled up to his elbows and a pair of sweatpants, you could see the goosebumps that littered the skin of his forearms.

“Haz,” You perched yourself on the edge of the bed, turned so that you were facing the boy with one leg tucked underneath your bum as the other hung off the side of the bed. Allowing your hand to find the freezing skin of his forearm you rubbed up and down in attempts to warm him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours baby, how are you doing?”

Your brows were knitted together as you took a closer look at the boy, you took in his eyelids, drooping with sleep after what you could only assume had been an exhausting week. You’d barely seen your boyfriend, catching each other for only brief moments between classes and at the tail ends of meals. With Umbridges’ tyrannical rule settling into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, seeing each other was even more difficult than it would’ve been if the only things to occupy your time were the onslaught of homework that always came with the first week of school.

“It’s weird being back,” He gulped, turning his head so that his eyes could meet yours, swirling emerald irises locked onto yours and you could see the emotions behind them, each battling for dominance.

You could only imagine, it was weird for you to walk the halls in your first week of your 5th year so for Harry it must’ve been unbearable. Harry had taken many things in stride after the dramatic finish to the Triwizard Tournament but to be back at school had to have thrown him for a loop.

“C-Cedric and me, we weren’t close but…”

You pulled the sleeves of his jumper down to his wrists, covering his exposed skin for him in hopes that it would warm him up, “It feels wrong not having him here.”

Harry’s head lolled to the side so that his cheek smeared against the soft comforter, “Mhm, knowing that he’s dead.”

Seeing the tears begin to well in Harry’s eyes you fell down onto the bed next to him, pulling his left arm so that it rested over your shoulders, bringing you into his side.

You felt the tips of your toes brush against something at the end of the bed. Casting your eyes downwards you glimpsed a fluffy red blanket and to the best of your abilities pulled it up using your feet until you were able to reach it with your hands with minimal disturbance to the boy next to you.

The blanket was big enough to fit the both of you, resting it over yourself you lifted it up, inviting him to join you in the warmth that the fabric granted.

He didn’t think twice before diving under the blanket with you, pulling it up to his chin as he slipped his arm out from around your shoulders so that he could rest his head on your chest. That same arm found a resting place on the dip of your waist as his large hand snuck under the top of your uniform, warmth radiating through your skin.

Your nimble fingers tangled themselves in the boy’s dark raven locks, scratching at his scalp likely, just like you knew he liked.

It was remarkable how far the two of you had come from Harry recoiling at the gentlest touch or freezing every time you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Your shy boy had opened up to you and now instead of pulling away he found the most solace in your arms.

“Haven’t seen you,” He murmured into your chest, no doubt drooling onto you but you couldn’t find it within you to care.

“I know, I’m sorry I missed you so much, there’s just a lot going on.”

He hummed into your chest as his eyes fluttered closed, your ministrations on his scalp doing wonders to calm him down from the nervous tizzy he had worked himself up into all week.

“You got me now though, have me all weekend.”

“Have Quidditch practice Sunday,” Harry grumbled into you, the very thought of it making him pull you closer, not wanting to ever let you go. As he began to slur his words you could tell that he was steadily drifting off to sleep, the events of not only the past week, but past year, hell past five had taken a toll on him. He deserved to rest.

Not sure if he was still conscious enough to hear you, you still spoke, just in case he was waiting to hear your voice, “I’ll come and sit out there with you pretty boy, promise.”

At your comforting words you felt his long legs entangle with yours, desperate for as much physical contact as he could get.

You waited in silence for a few moments, waiting to see if you were going to get a response but as seconds melted into minutes and the sound of Harry’s steady breathing filled the drafty room it was clear that your boy had drifted off to whatever dream filled oblivion awaited him.

You too felt lethargy tug down at your eyelids, pulling you towards the same fate as your boyfriend.

Before you could succumb to your exhaustion you gazed down at the mop of black waves fanned out across your chest, feeling your heart swell at the sight. You loved that boy more than you knew you could love a singular person, knowing that he was struggling with so much that no person deserved to be saddled with never failed to make your heart ache as you so desperately wished you could take all his pain away for him.

The only thing you could think to do in the moment was to speak the words that you so terribly wished to be true, “It’s gonna be okay Haz, I promise.”

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in your rainbow paradise || h. styles

warnings: famous!reader, no covid/pre-covid, mentions of kissing

word count: 1.9k

summary: harry’s your date to the premiere of your new film...

The premiere of a new film was always nerve-wracking for any actor. Sitting through the first viewing of the finalised product, waiting for the opinions of the critics to start rolling in was a feeling you’d only become aware of six years ago when your first film came out. And now, here you were, preparing for the premiere of your eighth film. As well as nearing the six year anniversary of your so far successful acting career, you’d just celebrated five years with Harry. 

For about four and a half of those wonderful years, you’d been the ‘it’ couple. Constant eyes tracing every move you made as a partnership and interviewers never failing to ask about marriage and kids. Truth be told, you and Harry were both young. You were at the height of your careers, or at least on the way to the climax of it. There was time for settling down later. 

The night before a premiere was always the worst. You’d find yourself awake, sleep not even seeming an option for you. Harry would be asleep most likely, being one of the most carefree people you know. Most of the time on nights like these, you’d light a candle and venture out onto the balcony with a blanket and simply admire the empty streets below and the skyscraper-filled horizon. And, while these tranquil nights were heavenly to you, they almost always resulted in Harry scolding you for sitting outside in the bitter cold of the night. On top of Harry’s scolding, you’d receive the same from Danny, your stylist, for the bags under your eyes. 

Yours and Harry’s stylists had worked together on your premiere look. They’d opted for a cohesive look, bringing small elements of Harry’s suit into your dress to make for a matching set. ‘Just one big look’ was how Danny had put it as you were at your first fitting. 

The sound of a cheering audience approaching got increasingly louder. Your knee was bouncing slightly, Harry’s hand on your thigh. “They’ll love it,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. 

“You don’t know that,” you replied. 

He smiled, “They love anything you’re in.”

That brought a smile to your face. He was so supportive and it never failed to make your heart melt. Now Harry had had a taste of what it felt like to attend the premiere of your own film, he could understand the nerves you felt before every one. “Right, come on,” Harry smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you. 

You got out of the car after Harry, being met with screams of fans. Putting on your best smile for the cameras as Harry leaned over to squeeze your hand. He guided you along the red carpet, his hand placed on your lower back. He couldn’t help but find himself admiring how gorgeous you looked. 

Taking pictures with fans was always one of your favourite things at premieres. Getting to be so close with the people who admired you was a joy of yours. You always tried to chat with them, though that wasn’t always possible. You were just as excited to meet fans as they were to meet you, apart from the three times you’d accidentally dropped fans’ phones. The best part about bringing Harry along was that the fans usually wanted pictures with Harry too. “You look stunning, by the way,” Harry whispered in your ear. 

“So do you,” You replied, turning to grin up at him. He squeezed your waist, pressing his lips to your temple. Your names were being cried out by photographers and various news outlet journalists. All you could do was smile, leaning into Harry’s side slightly. Posing for pictures was perhaps the worst aspect of a premiere. For two or three minutes you had to stay perfectly gorgeous, turning your head slightly and twisting your body to face whichever photographer demanded you do so. And then you’d have to do the same all over again on your own, Harry stood to the side sending you supportive grins. 

A security guard ushered you along towards the hoard of journalists, their microphones outstretched. You could see your costar, Tom, take your spot in front of the photographers. “Y/N! Y/N!” a woman called, catching your attention. “Hello.”

“Hi,” you grinned, pulling Harry over with you. “How are you?”

“I’m great, thank you! And you? How are you two?” she asked. 

“We’re good, aren’t we?” you smiled, looking up at Harry to see him nod. 

“You both look wonderful, by the way. The matching outfits are beginning to become a bit of a trend between the two of you,” she said, admiring the outfits. 

“I guess so. Our stylists are friends, so they like to collaborate on looks,” you replied. “I think this is my favourite, though.”

“I’m not surprised! They’re beautiful. And Harry, which of yours and Y/N’s matching looks is your favourite?”

He hummed in thought for a moment. His eyes trailed up and down your body, getting a proper look at the dress you were wearing. “Probably the Met Gala look. I loved that one,” he finally answered. 

“That was a good one. Now, Y/N, how excited are you for your fans to see the film?” she questioned, her face lit up in an incredibly bright smile. 

“Very excited. It’s a project I’m really proud of and I hope they enjoy it,” you said.

“I’m sure they will. Now, I have to say, people are predicting a few Oscar nominations from the trailer alone,” she grinned.

“Oh, are they?” you laughed. 

“They are. What do you have to say about that?”

“It would be incredible to even be nominated but there are a lot of much more talented actors in the industry, so I doubt it’ll happen. We can always hope, though,” you said. 

“Don’t say that,” Harry said, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “You’re incredibly talented.”

You grinned up at him, laying your head on his shoulder as a means to thank him. This man never failed to make you feel worthy. Your little moment was interrupted by the journalist grinning, “Get yourself a man who hypes you up like Harry hypes up Y/N. Well, it’s been lovely talking to you both.”

“And you,” you said quickly.

“Thank you very much. I hope you both enjoy the film,” she smiled, before turning her attention to Greta, the director. You quickly exchanged a hug with her, telling her how beautiful she looked. It had been almost a year since you’d last seen her on your final day of production. 

You did a few more interviews with Harry, laughing and joking with him throughout. Besides, the fans loved it when you were both yourselves around one another at big events. Finally, you were doing one final interview before heading in to actually watch the film for the first time. “Hi, guys! It’s great to see you here today,” the interviewer smiled - though you were sure he was probably sick of the cheering fans and asking the same questions to the cast, only to receive almost identical answers every time. 

“It would be pretty rude for Y/N not to show up today,” Harry joked, a cheeky grin etched into his features. 

“This is true,” he laughed. “Now, Y/N, I just want to ask, this is your eighth film, do you have any plans for anything slightly different in the future?”

“What, like music? Yeah, I’ll just do what Harry did, randomly enter a whole new area of show business unannounced. Look out for my album, dropping next year!” you joked, earning a slight nudge in the ribs from Harry. 

“Hey,” he frowned. “That isn’t very nice, Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said. “Is your ego too fragile?”

The journalist laughed at the banter the two of you shared, feeling as if he was invading a moment of privacy slightly. You looked back to him, smiling sweetly, apologetically, “But to answer your question seriously, I am working on a project. Something is in the works. It’s a little bit different to acting.”

“Can we have any hints as to what it may be?” 

“Something directorial maybe?” you teased, grinning. 

“That sounds exciting. Now, I’m curious about the two of you. You’re both very talented in what you do. So, Harry which of Y/N’s films is your favourite. And, for Y/N, which of Harry’s songs is your favourite?”

You both took a moment to think about that question. It was a nice change from ‘Harry, when are you proposing?’ or ‘are kids a plan for your future?’. The two of you exchanged a glance, waiting to see who would answer first. In the end, it was Harry, “Probably Clementines of the Ripest Variety. I really loved that film and I loved Y/N in it.”

You felt your cheeks heating up; hearing Harry sing your praises, particularly in front of lots of people always made you feel warm inside. He rubbed circles on your bare back, where the dress didn’t cover it, sending nerves rippling through your system. Clementines of the Ripest Variety was a courtroom film you’d shot back in 2017 that had been received particularly well by the critics. It ended up winning the most awards out of any movie you’d worked on and it was some of your proudest work. That was why Harry loved it so much - he knew how hard you’d worked for it. “And Y/N?” 

“My favourite song of Harry’s? There are so many incredible ones. I’ll go with Fine Line. Such an amazing song,” you smiled.

“Amazing,” the journalist grinned. He asked a few more questions about the film before finally saying, “Thank you so much for your time. Have a great evening.”

“You too,” you smiled as you and Harry left the red carpet.

Your feet were aching and your cheeks were sore from all the forced smiles you’d had to endure throughout the course of the evening. Once you were settled in your seats, you could finally relax out of the ever piercing gaze of the public. After a quick introduction from Greta, the film began. And you could feel the nerves that had been exploring your stomach beforehand slowly dissipating as you got lost in the flow of the film. You’d occasionally sneak a glance at Harry in an attempt to gauge his opinions before the credits rolled and you could finally ask him how he felt about your latest work. 

He’d always smile whenever you were on screen. It was a habit he’d adopted for as long as the two of you had been together. No matter what you were doing on screen, he was just proud to see his darling succeed. Although, you were the same really. Whenever one of Harry’s songs came on the radio or he was mentioned in passing on the television, you became beyond proud of him.

As the credits finally did roll and your name came up in big against the blackness of the screen, which was a feeling you were sure you’d never become used to, Harry leaned over to kiss you. You smiled into it, feeling him do the same. “You were perfect, love,” he said. 

“You’re too kind to me,” you laughed quietly. 

“It was just an observation from a fan,” he shrugged, smirking. 

You shook your head, laughing at him, “Was it? But, from a boyfriend’s perspective, what did you think?”

“I still thought you were perfect, my love.”