Put On a Show {Hollywood Undead x reader x Deuce} OLD

Time To Relax

You cringed, feeling your back make contact with the hard wall behind you. "What did you just say?" The man in front of you growled, slamming you into the wall once again.

"Nothing, just forget about it." You attempted to pry his fingers from the collar of your shirt. "Just let me go!"

"Oh no, not this time sweetie." His hand raised and you froze, fear consuming you.

"Cut! Good job!" Claps erupted from the observing members of the crew as your co-star, Eric, released you gently.

"Y/n, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked sheepishly.

"Nope. Not one bit." You smiled at the brunette, who only nodded and smiled. He may play an idiot on screen but he was the kindest off.

"Good job you two!" The director, Terry, approached you both and clamped his hands onto your shoulders. "Didn't expect less from miss l/n over here, though."

"Cut it out Terry," you laughed, turning out of his grip. "That's the end of the episode, right?"

"Yeah, we're all done for today. Why? Got a date?" Terry wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

"With a bowl of ice cream and my couch." You jokingly answered, the two males chuckled.

"I better get going then, bye guys." You watched as Eric waved goodbye while leaving and pulled on his jacket, using it to smudge away some of the makeup he was wearing for the lightings sake.

"You better get a move on too y/n. It's around eight p.m. If you get home in time you'll be able to catch the nine o'clock time slot!" Terry beamed.

"Ah yes, I'd love to watch my character deal with her fucked up life but actually being apart of this show is good enough, thanks. Night Terry." You turned on your heel and traveled out of the studio, entering the cool Californian night. "It's time to relax. Jessie and I did that bathroom scene at least forty times today and that drained a lot of my energy." You talked to yourself, putting on a pair of sunglasses for security reasons and getting into your car. You always got called out for taking your own car places by your agent, but you didn't mind it. You pulled out of the parking lot and flicked through the radio stations, finally stopping on a (favorite music genre) station. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was currently on and took a right.

It wasn't long until you pulled up to the building your pent house was located. You shut the door and entered the building, getting a few smirks from staff members who recognized you and watched as you entered the elevator. You pressed the button and awaited to arrive at the top floor.

Once there, you opened your door and placed down your things, stripping off items of clothing as you made your way to your bedroom. You put the clothes into a pile on the floor and pulled out a set of pajamas. You put on the TV while changing, just in time to see a movie that featured you being torn apart by cannibals. "That scene was such a bitch to film." You grunted, flopping onto the bed since you were done changing. "What to do, what to do. Sleeping seems to be the only option at the moment." You puffed, running a hand through your h/c hair. You grabbed the remote and changed the channel to some random cooking show when someone knocked on the door. You of course freaked out, not knowing anyone who worked for you was home at the moment.

"Miss y/n, it's Angie." Angie was your maid and a very close friend of yours as well.

"Angie, oh sorry. Come on in." You watched as her small figure walked through the door. She looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor and begun picking them up. "No, no. I'll get them later."

"O-oh. Alright." She folded the top that was in her hands and placed it in a empty chair next to her.

"What's up?" You asked, changing your sitting position for her to sit next to you, which she did.

"I just wanted to say welcome home. I was cleaning the bathroom when you entered. I was just about to leave for the night."

"Oh alright! Bye Angie. Thank you for everything today, you have off tomorrow as of the moment so relax. I'll message you if anything pops up though." She nodded and gave you a short hug before leaving. "Alone, once again." You shut off the TV and lay down in your bed, staring up at the ceiling before turning off the lights and sleeping.