DISCONTINUED FOR NOW
(hollywood super hero! yandere! dsmp x gn reader)
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❝𝐈𝐍⊛ꪝ𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇℡ y/n is the Jonah Jameson in this Hollywood Dream, while they try to get pictures of these meddling supe...
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┍━━━━━♥♠♣♦━━━━━┑ mah teef hurt * ┕━━━━━♥♠♣♦━━━━━┙ "well. they. encourage your complete cooperation..."
"WHO'S BED AM I IN?!"
y/n jolted awake, grabbing their jacket. they pulled it on quickly and grabbed the leather messenger bag full of their papers.
"i'm late for my shoot with that magazine company, and i haven't even changed out of yesterday's clothes...
i'm done for."
y/n hoped cardiac arrest was an option.
they walked out of room and saw a hallway full of doors, but no exit.
they didn't wanna check all the doors either...
they started going through their files, making sure no import-
where was that picture of the spider kid...
oh no.
"that was the only good got-damn picture i had of that little nerd!"
sometimes hissy fits were necessary.
"okay, that window isn't too high up..."
they crawled through the window and dropped down, their ankle feeling like an electricity bolt zapped it.
they quickly walked down the street to their apartment, thanking the stars that they were on the first floor.
they ran in their room, freshening up and changing clothes. they grabbed their camera bag and ran out the door, almost forgetting a shoe.
...
the hollywood boulevard blurred in their vision as they practically ran down the street. the stars looked as if they were melting, becoming blurry flashes of gold under the 9am sun.
y/n tried not to burst through the doors, nearly tripping on a little kitten.
which looked familiar.
"you're late- oh, hello y/n." george said monotonously, a little irked.
the sleeve of his suit was ruffled, clearly showing he was obsessively checking the time.
"i'm so sorry, i didn't wanna get lost after i woke up realizing it was 8:10-"
"so you crawled through the window."
y/n prayed to get smited from the sheer embarrassment.
"well i rather that than walking in on any of you."
"i wouldn't be opposed to that"
"what-"
"y/n, you're wanted at stage 5!" y/n's assistant, tilly, called over
