#off campus cast

[shoresys]

The Bitch Is Back!

Off Campus 1.01 - The Deal

[kuraemonn]

The Supposed Date

Warnings: makeout, fluff, Dean making dad jokes, established relationship, Logan being protective, hot and romantic at the same time.

Word count: 0.9k

Author note: first John Logan fic tell me how it iss!!

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You both were supposed to be on a date. Supposed. But instead you and Logan were here making out in his living room. Sure, you both were ready and just about to leave when he decided it's better to just give in to his impulses.

"mhm, John." You giggle into his mouth, still on his lap. His hands are on your waist, holding you down. It was grounding in a comforting way.

The sound of footsteps made you both freeze. You slide off his lap, fixing your appearance while John just looks annoyed at the interruption. "I swear I'm gonna kill-"

Right on cue, Dean entered. "There's my two absolute favourite people in the world."

You rolled your eyes while Logan still had his arm on your waist, next to you not letting you move an inch.

"Really Dean? Do you have a sixth sense to spot every couple in their peaceful time?" Logan asks annoyed, ignoring the previous phrase of Dean, knowing he says that to literally every person.

"Yes and that's why I'm dashingly handsome." He says with all cockiness.

You shake your head, "Classic Dean. Classic low budget Ken." That's your favourite insult for Dean. You're not wrong, he does look like Ken from Barbie but he can never beat the og Ken.

"You're lucky you're cute or else I'd kick your ass." Dean remarks.

Logan's eyes sharpen just a little and he fixes him with a glare, "Language Dean. This is my girl."

Dean gets defensive, "But she called me low-budget Ken first! Low-budget?! really?"

"You did interrupt our moment." You chime and curl your hand in Logan's hair, calming him so he doesn't get offensive.

His arm tightens around you, ever-so-protective and he pulls you closer, and his face softens when he looks at you, "still. No one talks like that to my girl."

You instantly feel butterflies when he calls you his girl again and your face turns scarlet. In your trance, you completely forgot that Dean is still standing there like a sap complete unphased by John's scolding.

John subtly signals Dean to get his ass out of there and surprisingly he takes the note without ever breaking eye contact with you because you are, by all means, his priority.

"alright, that's my cue to leave."

You didn't even notice that Dean's gone.

"we still have time for the date?" You ask, not breaking the intimate eye contact.

"you still wanna go?" He asks and you nod.

Then he stands up and offers you his hand. You take it, he helps you strap back on your heels with delicacy and precision. He took one foot at a time and preciously places it in the heel and wrapped the straps up your calf. He repeated the same with your other foot and then kissed right above the straps and places your foot down. You had to admit, he looked handsome grovelling and looking up at you through his lashes.

And then he took you hand and you go to the romantic cafe at the end of the street, tucked away from prying eyes.

Logan even got you flowers during your return, a true gentleman. Before sleeping, you both couldn't resist and had another makeout session. This one slower, deeper and more intimate now that no one was there to interrupt you.

The next day you couldn't resist smiling repeatedly at the whole thing that happened and ofcourse he noticed.

So he recreated it again and again until you got sick of it or it was etched completely in your mind.

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Masterlist

Garrett Grahamxreader

[itstheartofloving]

Something, Somehow, Someday | Belmont Cameli☆ smau & irl au

Genre

slow burn, co-stars to lovers, friends to lovers, he fell first, she fell hard, he loved the loudest, HEALTHY COMMUNICATION!

(FC for y/n will be Laura Harrier along with Alisha Boe and various pictures on Pinterest.)

Pairing

belmont cameli x oc!costar!reader

Media Coverage

The social media of our lovely cast!

More fun things to come!

Synopsis

Y/n is a nepo baby in every sense of the word, something the media has never let her forget. Born into a legacy, Y/n grew up surrounded by fashion archives, red carpets, film sets, and some of the most influential names in entertainment. As the daughter of Victoria Selena Cavalli, one of fashion's most iconic household names, and the late Marcus Jones, she inherited two worlds that were larger than life.  To the public, she is the definition of Hollywood royalty, but they don’t quite see beyond the persona she has built for herself, missing the humble, gracious girl who has pushed herself to a limit that can no longer be defined. Instead, they have labeled her as just another nepo baby who has been handed it all on a silver platter, when in reality, she is just a girl who inherited the world before she was old enough to understand it.  As her life in the spotlight takes an unexpected turn into a season no one is ever truly prepared for, she accepts a role many believe could be a career regression. In reality, it becomes the role that connects with her more than anything she has done before. Raw, complicated emotions; maybe because, for the first time, she no longer has to pretend she is perfectly put together. She never imagined herself playing a role in a book that she had read just for the fun of it, even if it meant playing a character that never quite existed. She never expected that playing Mallory Hayes would heal her in a way that was unconventional. What she doesn't expect is to find herself falling for her co-star, something she swore she would never do. Especially not someone like Belmont Cameli: a man who sees through every carefully built wall she's spent years hiding behind. Someone who makes her realize that safety was never supposed to feel like confinement.  Belmont never expected to fall for the girl Hollywood had labeled as closed off after the sudden death of her father, but somewhere along the way, he began to understand that Y/n Jones was never distant; she was just a girl who learned how to perform before she allowed herself to heal.

Warnings:

Parental loss, angst, discussion of loss, trauma, communication, survivor's guilt, alcohol consumption, nudity, grief, panic attacks, ED

About Y/n Jones

the women behind the headline!

SOMETHING, SOMEHOW, SOMEDAY

☆ The pilot

☆ episode 1

☆episode 2

☆ episode 3

☆ episode 4

☆ episode 5

☆ episode 6

☆ episode 7

☆ episode 8

☆ episode 9

☆ episode 10

This all is going to take place after this season has already come out !

DIRECTORS' COMMENTARY

Hi guys, I’m honestly really excited for this series! It honestly stemmed from a dream and some life experiences as well, so this is purely self-indulgent in the best way possible. I’ve been sitting on this idea since they announced Belmont as Garrett, so I’m truly so excited to share it. The name of the series is from Rolemodels' song Something, Somewhere, Someday

First off, my layout is very largely inspired by @calumsargwife , @astridwisp , @maverist

This series explores grief, healing, and everything in between that we don’t often see others navigating, as well as what it means to find safety amongst people when you have spent a majority of that time protecting yourself. While at its core it is a romance, it is also a story about growth, loss, and allowing people into that.

Thank you for supporting me and my little corner of the internet; I cannot wait for you to experience this story with me!

Also don’t be afraid to comment, I love talking to you all it makes my heart happy!

xo,

Abbie🌺

[girlmeetsworld2005]

Thin ice

Smut (MDNI)

Garrett Graham x figure-skater!fem!reader

Authors note 💌- My first off campus project I really hope you enjoy! Also Garrett is so fineeee like omg 😛 (should I make a part 2 to this?)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers 😉, SMUT!! (Oral f!receiving), unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it!), pet names (sweetheart and baby) and slight aftercare.

Masterlist

The first thing you learned about Garrett Graham was that he was impossible to ignore.

The second thing you learned was that he somehow made that everyone else’s problem.

You had known who he was long before you ever spoke to him. Everyone at Briar seemed to know Garrett Graham. Star hockey player. Campus celebrity. Walking ego with a sharp jawline.

Unfortunately, your schedules seemed determined to force the two of you together.

As a competitive figure skater, you spent most of your free time at the ice rink. Hockey practiced on certain days. Figure skating reserved the ice on others.

In theory, that meant you and Garrett shouldn’t have crossed paths very often. In reality?

It felt like every single week.

The first time you actually met him, you were lacing up your skates after a long practice. Garrett walked into the rink carrying his hockey bag over one shoulder.

The noise level immediately doubled.

His teammates followed behind him, laughing loudly.

You rolled your eyes. Typical.

You stood and grabbed your water bottle.

Garrett wasn’t even looking where he was going when he nearly walked straight into you.

You stepped aside at the last second. “Watch it.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“You almost ran me over.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Pretty sure you were standing in the way.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

Then he smirked.

A smug, annoying smirk.

And just like that, you disliked him.

A lot.

Over the next several weeks, your paths continued crossing. Sometimes he arrived early for hockey or had you stayed late after skating.

Somehow, Garrett always had something irritating to say.

“You figure skaters always use this much glitter?”

You glanced down at the rhinestones decorating your costume. “Do hockey players always have this much ego?”

His teammates burst out laughing.

Garrett pointed at them. “See? They like me.”

“They tolerate you.”

His grin widened.

“You’ve got jokes.”

“You make it easy.”

After that, the rivalry became almost routine. Whenever you saw him, one of you always had a sarcastic comment ready. Neither of you seemed capable of stopping.

“You know,” Garrett called one afternoon, “hockey actually requires contact.”

You adjusted your skate guards.

“And figure skating requires talent.”

Garrett placed a hand over his chest. “That was mean.”

“Good.”

“You’re scary.” He looks at you with a smile.

“I’ve been told.”

He laughed.

Actually laughed. The sound caught you off guard.

For a split second, he looked less like the campus superstar everyone worshipped and more like a normal guy. Then he ruined it.

“Still scary.”

You groaned.

“Go away, Graham.”

Weeks turned into months.

The strange thing was that your irritation started changing.

Not disappearing. Just… changing.

You noticed things. Like how Garrett stayed behind after practice to help younger players, and he always thanked the staff cleaning the ice.

It didn’t fit the image you’d built of him. And apparently, he’d started noticing things about you too.

One evening, you were alone in the rink working on a difficult combination. You landed badly.

Pain shot through your ankle.

You hissed and grabbed the boards.

Great.

Just great.

Before you could push yourself upright, a voice called from nearby.

“You okay?”

You looked up. Garrett stood near the entrance.

His expression had shifted instantly from relaxed to concerned. You hated how sincere it looked.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I said I’m fine.”

He walked closer.

You opened your mouth to tell him off.

Then your ankle protested.

Garrett noticed immediately.

“You’re limping.”

“No kidding.”

For once, he didn’t joke. Instead, he offered his hand. The gesture surprised you enough that you actually accepted it. He helped you off the ice. Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then Garrett said quietly, “You don’t have to act tough all the time.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“I’m just saying.”

His shoulders lifted.

“It’s okay to let people help.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten.

You looked away first.

“Thanks.”

His grin returned.

“There she is.”

“What?”

“A human emotion.”

You immediately regretted thanking him. “Never mind.”

“Too late.”

By the middle of the semester, the two of you had reached an uneasy truce. You still argued. Still teased each other. Still acted like rivals.

But underneath it, something had shifted. The tension wasn’t entirely hostile anymore.

Sometimes you caught him watching your practices. Other times he stayed longer than necessary.

you often found yourself looking for him when you entered the rink.

Which was ridiculous.

Completely ridiculous.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Then came the party. And suddenly everything got a lot harder.

It was one of those massive college parties people talked about for weeks beforehand.

Music.

Crowds.

Too many people packed into one house normally, you avoided those kinds of events. But your friends had spent days convincing you.

So there you were.

Standing in a crowded living room.

Questioning every decision that led you there.

“You look miserable.”

You froze. That voice.

Turning around, you found Garrett leaning against the wall.

Of course.

Because apparently the universe enjoyed tormenting you.

“You would know.”

He laughed. “You came.”

“So did you.”

“Fair point.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The music pounded through the house. People danced nearby.

Yet somehow the conversation felt oddly private. Garrett looked different outside the rink.

More relaxed.

Less guarded, and his hair was slightly messy.

His sleeves were rolled up.

You hated that you noticed.

“You staring?” he asked.

Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t start.”

His grin widened.

“You’re annoying.”

“You keep talking to me.”

Unfortunately, he had a point.

You hated that too.

Over the next hour, your friend groups merged naturally. Conversations flowed.

People moved between rooms. And somehow you kept ending up beside Garrett.

Every time.

Neither of you seemed particularly eager to leave.

At one point, everyone else disappeared toward the kitchen. Leaving the two of you alone on the back porch.

The cool night air felt refreshing after the crowded house. Garrett leaned against the railing.

You stood beside him.

For once, neither of you spoke immediately.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

Just different.

Finally Garrett glanced over.

“You know, when I first met you, I thought you hated me.”

You laughed.

“Thought?”

“Okay. Bad wording.”

“Very bad wording.”

He smiled. The expression softened his entire face.

“I couldn’t figure out why.”

“You couldn’t?”

“No.”

You stared at him.

“Garrett.”

“What?”

“You walked around like you owned the entire campus.”

“I do.”

You groaned.

“There it is.”

He laughed.

“Sorry.”

“You aren’t.”

“Not even a little.”

The two of you smiled.

Then the smiles lingered. And suddenly neither of you were joking anymore. Something changed. The atmosphere shifted.

Garrett looked at you differently. Not like someone he argued with between practices.

Just… you.

The realization sent your heartbeat racing.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I actually like talking to you.”

Your stomach flipped.

“That’s unfortunate.”

His smile grew.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I like talking to you too.”

For the first time all evening, Garrett looked genuinely caught off guard.

You couldn’t help smiling.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“You enjoy surprising me.”

“You make it easy.”

The familiar exchange felt different now.

Softer.

Warmer, and neither of you looked away.

The distance between you suddenly felt very noticeable.

“You know,” Garrett said, “I think we’ve been doing this backwards.”

“What?”

“The whole enemies thing.”

You laughed quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His eyes remained locked on yours.

Your pulse accelerated. The world seemed to shrink. Just the two of you standing beneath the porch lights.

Just this moment.

Nothing else.

Garrett took a small step closer.

You didn’t move away.

Neither of you were smiling now.

Not because anything was wrong.

Because suddenly this felt important.

Real.

“I don’t actually think you’re annoying anymore,” he admitted.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Only took you months.”

“You?”

You hesitated.

Then sighed dramatically.

“I suppose you’re slightly less terrible than I originally thought.”

His grin returned instantly.

“There it is.”

You laughed. And that was his downfall.

Because Garrett stared for a second too long. Then another.

And suddenly the air felt charged.

Your breath caught. His expression softened.

The noise from inside the house faded into the background.

“You know what?” he said quietly.

“What?”

“I think I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Garrett gently cupped your cheek. Giving you plenty of time to pull away.

You didn’t.

Instead, you found yourself smiling. Then he leaned in.

The kiss was soft.

Brief.

Tentative.

Nothing like the arguments and teasing that had defined your relationship. When he pulled back, both of you looked equally stunned.

Then you started laughing.

Garrett laughed too.

“That wasn’t the reaction I expected.”

“Shut up.”

“So we’re back to insulting me?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

His smile lingered.

Yours did too. A few minutes later, you found yourselves walking back toward the house together.

Hand brushing against hand.

Neither of you quite willing to let the other go. The moment you stepped inside, the music and noise rushed back around you.

But it didn’t matter.

Because every time you glanced at Garrett, he was already looking at you. The former rival who had somehow become something else entirely. Something better.

He reached for your hand.

You squeezed it.

A smile tugged at your lips.

“Still think you’re annoying,” you informed him.

“Still think you’re scary.”

You rolled your eyes.

Garrett laughed and pulled you gently closer as the two of you disappeared down the hallway together.

You end up pushed against a random closed door of an unoccupied room. Before you can even think Garrett’s lips crash back onto yours while your tongues fight for dominance.

His soft and swollen lips dip down to the pulse point of your neck, sucking softly causing you to let out a small desperate moan. His knee is positioned in between your heat, only causing you to become more aroused as he continues leaving marks on your neck.

“You look so beautiful like this, all worked up f’me.” He whispers with an ear to ear smile. “stop teasing me Garrett.” You spoke obviously annoyed with his actions.

He pulls you from the door and lays you down on the bed, staring down at you with a smirk. “Are you gonna take my pants off? Or are you gonna keep staring.” You said with a laugh.

He took that offer very quickly already unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down to your ankles. “Happy now sweetheart?” He said, his voice masked with lust. “Yeah..” you said with a breathless smile. He stared at you for a moment before throwing off his shirt to some random corner.

He rips your jeans all the off along with your shoes, before settling between your thighs, his huge hands holding both sides of you. You feel embarrassed by the very visible wet patch on your panties. “Look how soaked you are baby..” he says as he places soft kisses over your clothed pussy. “Garrett please..” you moan from the lack of skin to skin contact.

He hooks two finger under your panties and pulls them all the way off your soft legs, and the he kisses his way back up to your heat. Soon he licks a long stride through your lips which makes you shiver at the contact. “Please don’t stop—“ you whine, looking down at him to meet his perfect brown eyes. He soon takes your clit into his mouth sucking gently, but he’s surprisingly good at it. You feel yourself slipping away into pleasure as he continues eating you out like his life depends on it. “Oh—Garrett I’m gonna come.” You moan softly tangling your hands into his curly hair. “Let go sweetheart. I got you.” His voice was so reassuring that it made you feel safe.

You came with a loud moan as you back arches slightly off the soft surface. Garrett comes back up from between your legs and captures your lips in a kiss once more before unbuckling his belt. “You ready?” He looks into your eyes for consent, you nod, still recovering from your last orgasm. “I need words baby.” He strokes your cheek softly, “yes” you whisper softly.

He strips down his pants and boxer, and his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum hits his stomach. You stare at his length, not only surprised but worried. “Will it fit..?” You question with a slight uneasiness in your voice. “We’ll go slow baby, don’t worry.” He lines himself up with your pussy, slowly pushing in. You moan of pain that quickly becomes pleasure as he bottoms out inside you. His painfully hard cock hitting depths you didn’t even know could be reached.

He finds a steady rhythm allowing his hips to slam in and out of you. “So good— Garrett” you moan whilst wrapping your legs around his waist. “You feel so tight baby, wrapping around my cock do good yeah?” His hips thrust into you faster. “Y-yeah.” You respond to his question even though you can barely think for yourself.

“I’m so close Garrett—“ you moan while looking into his eyes and creating scratch marks onto his back. He started to chase his own release as well as making you come. “Come with me sweetheart”

Your orgasm hits you harder than ever before as you moan his name like a prayer. He collapses onto of you after his own release.

“You okay?” He looks at you with concern. “Yes” your breathing is heavy as the events start to wear off. You both stay tangled together in the sheets basking in sweat. “Same time next week?” He jokes with a smile “oh shut up asshole!” You laugh while laying in his arms having no clue where this new door will take you.

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[blueforwellsy]

have you ever tried this one..

[dumpitos]

my alliecat!!!! (i just love her sm)

[rues-daya]

Antonio Cipriano, you were born to play Mister John Logan