The Uncensored Interviews Came Out And It's Confirmed. He Does Indeed Say "eat My Pussy Bitch" To Gerri

The uncensored interviews came out and it's confirmed. He does indeed say "eat my pussy bitch" to Gerri 😂

if roman roy were real i would hate him so bad. but since he's not i just want to sleep with him

i love reading my own writing this bitch would be my favorite writer if he ever managed to write

NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE

pairing: isabel (bottoms) x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none unless you count intentional lowercase lol

summary: y/n finds a surprise guest after closing night of the musical.

“isabel!”

there could not have been worse timing. y/n was freshly out of the dressing room, her makeup hastily removed and skincare hastily done, leaving her with oddly shiny skin and remnants of mascara left under her eyes. she had already taken off her costume, leaving her in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweater. and there was isabel, looking perfect in a flowery dress and smelling like vanilla.

the two had met in fight club a few months prior, and it was safe to say that the events of the huntington game had brought everyone a little closer—y/n and isabel in particular. of course, isabel was still a popular cheerleader and y/n was still a semi unknown member of the drama department, but they smiled at each other in the hallway now, so…progress?

“hi,” isabel said with a little wave. y/n waved back, still a little stunned by her being there. before she could respond, though, isabel suddenly reached for something under her arm. “oh, uh, these are for you.”

she held out a small bouquet of yellow flowers, and y/n felt her face start to heat up. “oh wow, these are…beautiful,” she stuttered, taking them from her. she awkwardly held them up to their nose, smelling them. they smelled like flowers (duh), but there was the slightest hint of isabel's vanilla body spray. she decided in that moment that these flowers were going in a vase in her room and would be watered every damn day. she'd keep them alive if it killed her.

“i had no idea you could sing like that," isabel said, "if i could sing like you, i'd, like, do it all the time."

y/n laughed at that, her face flushing red. "thanks."

isabel opens her mouth to answer, but a guy walked by and hugged y/n, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "we all good to leave for the party?" he asked. he was another cast member in the show—playing y/n's love interest.

"yeah, go ahead. i got everything set up earlier today."

the guy nodded and headed out with a small group of cast and crew. isabel saw people starting to trickle out and started to wonder if she should leave. "well, i guess i'll see you-"

"there's a cast party at my house, if you wanna join," y/n said quickly, before trying to casually add, "or whatever."

“isn’t that, like, a theater person thing?” isabel asked with a laugh.

“traditionally, yes, but it’s my house and i want you in it.”

isabel paused, considering the request. she didn't have anywhere to be tonight. if it were a couple months ago, she would've been hanging out with jeff at some lame party. she probably wouldn't even know that the school musical was mamma mia, or that y/n was playing sophie. she'd never be here. somehow that made her sad. "sure," she said eventually, "i'd love to."

y/n let out a breath (which she belatedly realized was a sigh of relief). "cool. i'll send you the address."

isabel nodded and the two parted ways. less than a minute later, isabel's phone dinged with a text from y/n, sending her her home address. she put it into maps and pulled out of the school parking lot, trying to ignore the way her hands were shaking on the wheel.

y/n thought she looked like an idiot, waiting by the door for her to show up. the party went into full swing as time progressed, with more people showing up. the pizza arrived, the drinks (soda) were flowing, and isabel was nowhere in sight. y/n was eventually about to give up and accept that isabel had decided not to show, when the door suddenly opened and there she was, looking around the foyer, entirely lost.

y/n tried to emerge from around the corner like she hadn't even known she was there. "oh, you made it!" she said, hoping to god she played that off semi-normal.

"yeah, sorry, i got lost," she laughed. "your house is really nice."

"thanks," y/n replied, "um, let me go check in with mark and i'll give you a tour."

without another word, y/n moved through the kitchen and went to the backyard, tapping mark roughly on the shoulder. "make sure no one breaks anything, i have to go do something."

mark glanced over and saw isabel standing at the door. a smirk formed on his face. "or do someone—"

y/n slapped his arm. "shut up!"

mark laughed and raised his hands in surrender. "i'll hold down the fort."

"thank you. jesus."

"have fun getting freaky with a cheerleader!"

y/n flashed him her middle finger and walked off, heading back to where isabel was standing. "alright, i've ensured the house won't be burned down in my absence. i'll give you the grand tour."

they weaved through the kitchen, the living room, the office, and headed upstairs. y/n narrated as they went (and narrated here means talking until she was out of breath, purely out of nerves, giving isabel zero time to get a single word in).

the last stop on the tour—the one y/n was dreading the most—was her room. she did a quick peek inside first to make sure nothing too compromising was on the floor (socks, underwear, etc.). after throwing a loose sweater in the closet, she invited isabel in, standing in front of her barely made bed like a kindergartener presenting their project.

isabel's eyes drifted to the picture frames on her desk from all her previous musical productions, starting from the time she was five years old. "you've been doing this for a while, huh?"

"pretty much my whole life. my parents put me into every sport imaginable, but those didn't really work out."

"i wish my mom had let me be in plays and stuff. she says all the girls who do theater end up pregnant by college," isabel replied dreamily. then. upon seeing y/n's face, clarified, "but i'm sure that won't be the case for you! my mom says weird stuff sometimes."

y/n laughed, making a mental note to stay away from isabel's mom. she sat down on her bed, watching as isabel floated throughout the room, looking at her posters and pictures, before finally she sat down next to her on the edge. y/n's heart sped up.

"it's really cool that you can get up on a stage and just...sing like that," isabel said. "i can't really sing very well."

"but i can't dance nearly as well as you."

"oh, come on, i saw you during...what was it? lay all your love on me?"

"if you consider crawling seductively on the floor to be dancing, then sure."

"well, you looked good doing it."

y/n's smile faltered ever so slightly at that. isabel was sitting so close she could feel the heat radiating off her, stray hairs tickling her arm. she looked over at her and was met with her piercing grey eyes. and in that instant she lost every inch of nerve she had, leaning in and kissing isabel softly.

and it was great, right up until isabel pushed her away with a schoked look on her face.

"how could you do that?!" isabel exclaimed.

y/n's heart plummeted into her stomach. oh god. oh god, i messed that up bad. "oh my god, i-i'm so sorry, i didn't mean-"

"you have a boyfriend!"

she froze. "what?"

"that guy from the show! the one that kissed you!"

y/n's brows furrowed. "mark?" she asked. isabel nodded and y/n shook her head. "no, no, mark is gay! we're just friends!"

"he is? i mean, you are?"

"yes!" y/n said, a relieved laugh escaping her lips.

"oh," isabel said, feeling slightly embarrased. "sorry. i didn't mean to scare you, i just...i hate cheaters, you know? 'cause of jeff, and all that..."

"yeah, of course, i totally understand," y/n replied. "i hate cheaters too. just, like, on principle."

isabel nods, and they stand in silence for a few moments. y/n focuses on trying to get her heartbeat down from its breakneck pace. that was almost a disaster. well, it basically was.

after a few minutes of silence, isabel speaks.

"so...did you want to kiss me again?"

y/n turned, eyes wide. "hm?"

"oh, sorry, never mind, i thought—"

"no, no i heard you, i just...do you want me to?"

isabel smiled sheepishly. "yeah."

y/n breathed in shakily. "okay," she nodded, before gently leaning in and kissing her again. this time, isabel didn't pull away. this time she pulled her in by the waist and kissed her through a smile.

mamma. fucking. mia.

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AW THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 I have gotten so behind on my asks, some even left over from my last follower celebration, but I will be getting on those. Thank you for the kind message <3

hi ! imagine Madison Montgomery being frustrated because unlike other witches, reader is super chill, and a little sarcastic, so any time she acts up, reader always replies something witty, but never gets angry at her. so she purposefully tries to piss her off to get a rise out of her, which seems impossible, and turns into a 5+1 type of thing (5 times she tries to annoy her and one time she does). Except that when does, reader gets really pissed at her and it shifts to make-up sex (may i request a soft dom madison). I hope it makes sense because it did in my head. have a good day !

hiiiii!!! omg i love this prompt so much, thank you for requesting it! i ended up only doing 3 rather than 5 because i could only come up with so much HAHA. hope you enjoy ♡

3 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮/𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 1 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙

pairing: madison montgomery x fem!reader

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warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, smut

Madison Montgomery has a habit of pissing people off. It's not she goes around trying to ruin people's days (but if she does, they probably deserve it...) but if she doesn't wreak a little havoc before sundown, that pretty much means she's had an off day. Making people angry was her specialty.

Not Y/N, though. Never Y/N. No matter how much Madison bitched and moaned, Y/N wouldn't yell or get pissed off. It was almost like that was one of her abilities. Even Nan would find herself at her wit's end because of Madison some days. But not Y/N.

And so, out of pure curiosity (or enjoyment), Madison decided to do a little experiment.

— attempt #1

"Oh, come on, Y/N! All the cool kids are doing it!"

Already the experiment was failing. Madison had whipped out one of her beloved joints from her stash and propped their bedroom window open to smoke. Y/N sat on her bed, studying. She politely declined to join Madison in smoking, and Madison saw an opening.

"Don't be a pussy."

Y/N just shrugged. "I'm good. Say hi to Scooby and Shaggy for me, though."

"Scooby and Shaggy weren't stoners."

"Please, did you watch that show? They were totally stoners."

Madison didn't respond, taking another puff and blowing it out the window. She looked at Y/N, so calm no matter what. After a few moments, Madison stood and walked over to the bed, taking the book off Y/N's lap and moving it to the side. Before Y/N could protest, Madison threw a leg on either side of her waist and put the joint between Y/N's lips, forcing her to take a hit.

Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment, purely out of surprise, but she quickly recovered. She coughed a bit, smoke spilling out of her mouth. Madison expected her to curse her out, or at the very least yell, but Y/N just looked up at her with a calm expression. "Are you happy now?"

Madison tried to hide her frustration. "Fucking fabulous."

"Lovely. Now can I keep studying?"

Madison just rolled her eyes and muttered a whatever, allowing Y/N to pick her book up and go back to studying.

Well that was a fucking bust.

— attempt #2

The second time, Madison figured a group setting might be best. It all started over breakfast, when a fight broke out between Madison and Queenie. It was about something or other—Y/N never paid much attention to these fights. She usually dedicated her energy to breaking them up when they got ugly.

"Bitch, I swear to God!"

Queenie used telekinesis to send a full glass of orange juice at Madison, who used her telekinesis to send it straight into Y/N's lap. She jumped up as the cold juice splashed all over her legs, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Oops," Madison said with a little laugh.

Y/N let out a deep breath, and Madison was sure she was going to scream. But she straightened up, grabbed a napkin, and dabbed at her now stained clothes. "I'm going to go change," she said as though nothing had happened, "Madison, try not to start a food fight while I'm gone, okay?"

She left, leaving Queenie to snicker in satisfaction. Madison clenched her jaw. That bitch was way too chill.

— attempt #3

"Let's play a game."

Madison was getting desperate. This was proving to be more of a challenge than she previously anticipated.

Y/N, who was levitating a book a few feet in the air, let it drop into her hands. "I'm down."

"Shit, anything's better than this," Queenie said, and Nan hummed in agreement.

Madison grinned. "Forget levitating books," she said, letting her copy of Great Expectations thud to the table. "Let's learn to fly."

With a flick of her wrist, Y/N levitated into the air, a little shriek escaping her lips as she flew. Madison put her down after a few moments and Y/N looked at her in awe. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Please, it's easy. It's just like levitating pens."

"Let me try," Queenie said, focusing her eyes on Madison. Within an instant, Madison was five feet in the air, shouting at Queenie to put her back down. She did so (not before letting her hang a while longer) and crossed her arms in satisfaction. "Huh. That was fun."

Madison flipped her off. Nan looked at Y/N. "Me next," she said excitedly.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, focusing, and then opened them. Immediately, Nan rose a few feet into the air, an excited smile spreading on her face. Y/N smiled a bit, relieved. Madison saw her opportunity. "Come on, bring her a little higher."

"I think this is good," Y/N said calmly.

"Madison's right," Nan said, "I could knock some dust off the chandelier."

Y/N hesitated, pursing her lips for a moment. Then, with a little upwards motion, Nan began to rise higher into the air. Her grin grew as she floated higher and higher, reaching out to touch the crystalline tip of the chandelier.

Madison's fingers twitched a bit as she brought her focus to Nan. What followed happened in the blink of an eye: Madison took control of Nan and proceeded to put her into free fall, and Y/N, upon seeing Nan start to fall, moved the couch underneath her to break the fall. Nan landed with a thud and groaned in pain, having hit her knee in the fall. Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth. She hadn't done that, had she?

Before there was too much of a ruckus, Cordelia suddenly appeared in the doorway, having heard the thud. "What happened?"

"Y/N dropped me!" Nan said angrily, clutching her knee.

Cordelia fixed her eyes on Y/N, an uncharacteristic anger taking hold. "Y/N, you know the rules. No using magic on your fellow witches," Cordelia said sharply, going to help Nan.

"I didn't—!" Y/N began, and Madison perked up, waiting for the blowout. But Y/N just paused, taking a breath. "I know. My bad. Sorry, Nan."

Now Madison started to feel a little guilty—a feeling she was not well acquainted with. "She's fine," she said, gesturing to Nan, "she fell a few feet, big whoop."

Cordelia gave her a sharp look before returning her gaze to Y/N. "I trust it won't happen again," she said pointedly.

Y/N nodded. "Yep."

Cordelia left with Nan in tow, and Y/N just turned back to the group, eyes fixing on Madison. "You owe me, movie star."

There was no malice in her words—not even in the slightest. She just went back to practicing levitation with the book without a fight. It was Madison who was fuming and resisting the urge to throw Great Expectations against the wall as she watched Y/N carry on as if nothing had happened.

— attempt #4 (the 1 time it worked)

The last plan was half-baked, as Madison only came up with it when the two of them were at a frat party a few blocks away and Madison had already had three shots of vodka. A guy across the room had been eye-fucking her all night—well, he was one of them. Madison expected all eyes on her when she went out, so she carefully selected those she wanted to reciprocate eye contact with. It was only when she noticed this particular guy's friend that an idea formed in her head.

"Come with me," she said, taking Y/N's hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Ever heard of a two-man?"

Y/N shouted something that Madison didn't hear. They were deep in the throes of the party now, connected at the hand to prevent themselves from getting split up. Y/N stayed a few feet behind as Madison went up to the two guys and started talking. She couldn't make out a word of what they were saying, but one of them kept eyeing her while the other couldn't tear his eyes off Madison. Eventually they seemed to come to some kind of agreement and Madison took Y/N's hand again, both of them following the two guys up the stairs.

"Their names are Andy and...something else, I don't know," Madison said as they went up the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

She didn't get an answer. They ended up in a bedroom at the end of the hallway—empty, secluded, and only a little bit quieter than the rest of the house. For a moment, the four of them just stood there, staring each other up and down like sizing them up. Then Madison grinned at Andy. "Well? Are we gonna get this started or what?"

Andy glanced at the other one (Y/N felt horrible that she still didn't know his name) and then looked back at the two girls. "You first."

Y/N frowned, confused, but before she could ask for clarification, Madison rolled her eyes and pulled Y/N in to kiss her hard. It took a good few moments to get over the initial shock of the kiss. Y/N noticed that she tasted like cigarettes and smelled like Dior perfume. Madison's tongue briefly swiped her bottom lip, and then she pulled away, fixing her lipstick and turning back to the boys. "Happy?"

They didn't respond.

Now, by this point, Y/N had taken at least three rounds of shots with Madison, so her reaction time was a bit impaired. Before she could really assess, one of the guys (Not Andy) had his lips on hers and was attempting to unzip her dress, and she realized all at once that she did not want to be in this situation.

Y/N pushed the guy off of her. "What the fuck?"

Andy looked at Madison. "I thought you said she was cool with it."

"She is cool with it," Madison replied, "right, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. "No, Madison, I'm not cool with this! Oh my God!"

Without another word, Y/N stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out onto the street. It wasn't until she was down the front steps of the house that she realized Madison had followed her.

"Y/N, Jesus Christ, slow down," Madison said. Y/N didn't slow down. Madison rolled her eyes. "This was your idea!"

Y/N stopped, whirling around to look at the blonde. "No it wasn't, Madison! It's always your idea! It's always your shit that gets me into trouble! I've tried to be nice about it and let things go, but I'm fucking done, okay? I'm done."

She turned and kept walking, and Madison realized she had finally gotten what she wanting—Y/N was truly and royally pissed.

Y/N didn't talk the entire way back to Robicheaux's. Madison trailed a few feet behind her (partially because her heels were killing her), trying not to let on how worried she really was. The longer she was silent, the more Madison realized she had never really seen Y/N mad before. Nor did she really know how long she was able to stay mad for.

When they got back, Y/N went straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Madison stood outside for a moment, wondering if she should ask to talk, but then she heard the shower run. She took that as her cue to leave.

Ten minutes later, Y/N walked back into the room, wrapped in a towel, hair wet. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, absentmindedly brushing knots out of her hair. Madison watched her for a moment before getting up and crossing the room. She sat down beside her and Y/N gave no indication that she even registered her presence. She just went on brushing her hair as if no one was there.

Eventually Madison reached out and gently took the hairbrush out of her hands. "Hey, look at me," Madison said softly.

Reluctantly, Y/N looked over at her, her face stoic. Madison took her now empty hand. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Whatever, Maddie. It's fine—"

"No, it's not," Madison interrupted. "It was stupid. I should've made sure you were fine with it, or whatever. Just...let me make it up to you."

She reached out, moving the wet hair away from Y/N's neck. She leaned in slowly, taking in the smell of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body wash. Then she pressed a soft kiss to the side of Y/N's neck, right over her pulse point.

Y/N made no objection or attempt to stop her, so Madison trailed kisses up her jaw and cheek. Y/N tilted her head and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest as Madison gently laid her down, placing a knee on either side of Y/N's body.

"Tell me to stop and I will," Madison whispered, but Y/N made no noise, allowing her to continue.

Madison's lips reached hers again, but this kiss was unlike the one at the party. That one had been rushed and performative, trying to stroke whatever fetish Andy and Not Andy were into. That kiss had filled Y/N's stomach with shock and confusion. This one started a fire in her chest, one that sent pinpricks of electricity down to her fingertips. Madison nipped at her top lip and ran her hands through her hair. She was gentler than Y/N expected her to be, but every once in a while she got a little tug on her hair that seemed extremely in-character for Madison.

Y/N and Madison's hands met at the fold of her towel, both of them fighting to untuck it. Soon enough it was discarded on the floor, and with it Madison's shirt. Madison immediately went to work, leaving hickeys on her chest. She came back up and pressed a kiss on Y/N's temple as her hand slowly slid in between her legs.

"Maddie," Y/N breathed, her eyes fluttering in pleasure.

Madison grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Do you forgive me?"

"Yes."

Madison's lips curled into a smirk. "Good girl."