#snl x reader

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marcello hernandez x reader

based on this tiktok

words: 550+

warnings: just cursing, and i’m dyslexic so please be kind if you see a spelling error or grammar error

this if my first fic so lmk if you like it! enjoy!

you and your boyfriend marcello have a pretty public relationship and you both do sketches for snl

today you were doing an interview for elle where you have to call four famous people from your contacts and prank call them

easy enough right?

not so much when you realized you don’t have many celebrity contacts..

you read the prompt again of what you had to do “it’s it too cliché if i call my boyfriend first?” you said with a smile going though your contacts “i told him i have to do interviews today but i also told him im going to go to the studio” you said with a smirk on your face as you came up with an idea

“for clarification i’m calling marcello hernandez” you say calling him on speaker it rings he doesn’t answer so you leave him a voicemail saying “this is literally an emergency call me back” which he calls back a a few seconds later and you put him on speaker again

“WHATS WRONG?!” his voice rings out from the phone “hey baby are you near 30 rock right now?” you said trying to contain your smile

“no but im heading that way” he responded “what are you doing?” you asked “i have a voice over session” he said in his sassy voice

“ok love.. so basically..” you look around trying to come up with a lie “im locked in lorne’s bathroom right now so can you just like..” you heard him laughing from the other end “come here and let me out?”

he laughed more “baby you are not locked in lorne’s bathroom right now” he continued laughing but you responded “i left something in my office so i went to 30 rock after my interviews and no one’s here because we’re off so i was like oh i gotta shit gotta poo-” “you did not” he interrupted you “-let me do it in the kings lair” you continued and you both laughed

“and now IM LOCKED IN HERE!” your boyfriend was breathlessly laughing “um..” he tries to catch his breath “and the toilet won’t flush baby” you added “eewww” he said back “by the way the toilet is gold straight up” you added more “i have no- i’ve never been in there actually um..” he responded and you talked over him “well i broke it” he thinks for a minute “what can i say.. oh! the dominican guy’s name that cleans his name is sosa he’s my boy try screaming ‘sosa’ he’s my dawg” he said

“SOSA!” you yelled and your boyfriend laughed from your phone “HELP!” you yelled more but your boyfriend kept laughing “SOSAAAA.. HELPPP” “yeah yeah yeah that’s good love he’ll probably find you sosas the shit” he said and paused for a minute

“are you serious baby? your not locked in there” he finally said “i am.. it stinks badly” you said defeated “im starting to think your actually locked in there” he responded “i am.. SOSAAAAA HELPPPP.. nobody can hear me in here love” your boyfriend thought for a second “your joking right?” “yeah this is a prank” you finally revealed “really?!” and he laughed “you were really screaming for it love” “i know i know im sorry” your said starting to feel bad “that was a good job” “aw thanks” you responded

“well i’m gonna let you go baby i love you see you at home” you said “ok i love you byeee” he said and hung up after you sat there with a smile feeling proud of yourself

[paperback-prodigy]

I had a dream about Ben Marshall from SNL and there’s NO FANFICS 💀😭

Someone address this.

[dolledbambi]

and if i said i’ve been craving an age gap colin jost x reader fic for quite some time….

[coolgal5]

Whatever happened to saturday night? Pt. 1- L. Michaels

A/N - Veryyyyyy self indulgent daisy jones typecasted reader. Sorry :). Also, for obvious reasons Rosie and Lorne aren’t married in this- based off the film Saturday Night. First person POV

October 11. 1975

10:00 P.M.

I stood outside with my leg propped up against the wall of the studio with a cigarette dangling from my lips. The inside was bustling with crew members, musicians, television executives, and the cast- practicing their sketches. A young page was outside with me, handing out tickets to tonight’s show. Nerves coursed through my body at the idea that I was gonna be on live television in 90 Minutes. I was pulled from my thoughts by Lorne, coming outside.

“What the hell are you doing? we need you in there” He said, his voice laced with stress as a burning sheet if paper fell from the floor above and hit in front of him. He put it out with his shoe.

Lorne and I had been friends for a few years. I had been doing comedy while trying to make it as a singer/songwriter. We met at an open mic and have been somewhat inseparable ever since.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling softly. “You okay?”

“Ask me again in 90 minutes” He replied “Have you seen-”

He is cut off by a higher pitched voice shouting “Mr. Michaels!” from the inside if a car. The car comes to a hault and Lorne jogs over, speaking to the woman inside. A tall man stepped out of the car, a big grin on his face as he waved at me, saying something about his suit. He is ushered over by Lorne as we head inside.

“This is Andy Kaufman, he’s gonna be on our show.” Lorne explained as we make our way into the studio.

10:01 P.M

“Andy, please, come on.” Lorne rushed as Andy looked around, admiring the studio.

“This is beautiful!” Andy exclaimed.

“Did you know, over there was where Diego Rivera was hired to paint a fresco for the american worker?”

“I cannot see this.” Andy replied.

“Well no one can, cause Diego was a Commie and added Vladimir Lenin in the middle of the night, So the Rockefellers had it plastered over.”

I sigh softly, absentmindedly watching the banter between the two. As we approached security and tried to go through into the building we were stopped by a guard.

“Deliveries use the back.” The man stated, clearly annoyed.

“I’m producer of the show” Lorne replied before being swiftly cut off.

“Where’s your badge?”

“I- Look, my name is Lorne Michaels, I’m the producer of Saturday Night.”

“The whole night?”

The situation was de-escalated by Dick coming over and saying it was all good and that we were with him.

“Must be some show to be live on saturday night.” The guard said.

We get into the elevator, Andy giggling softly to himself about us rushing as Dick tells the man in the elevator which floor we’re going to.

“So, big night.” Dick said.

“Oh- Andy, have you had dinner?” Lorne asked, not paying any attention to Dick.

“Yes, I had spaghetti” Andy replied.

“Oh, that sounds delicious.” Lorne says and I chuckle softly at his reaction.

“Lorne, I’m getting calls from upstairs, you ordered a llama?” Dick asked.

“A LLAMA?” Andy reacted, clearly excited.

“Yeah, we all decided it was much funnier than a donkey.” I say, trying to maintain a straight face throughout the conversation.

“Great- well guys, the loading dock wasn’t exactly expecting livestock” Dick retorted.

“NBC did as for something fresh and unexpected.” Lorne explained.

“That’s tur- they just weren’t expecting you to demand an overhaul on the lighting and sound packages.”

Lorne concentrates, thinking for a moment.

“Did anyone ask Edison what a lightbulb was before he harnessed electricity?”

“Who are you in the metaphor?”

I laugh out, covering my mouth to quiet myself down as Andy looked down at Lorne in confusion.

“We can’t expect people to recognize something they’ve never seen before.” Lorne states, a slight grin on his face.

“Right- correct, but what about a final script?” Dick questions.

“It’s not that kind of show” I state, trying to dig Lorne out of the hole he was in.

“She gets it, see?” He motions to me, a smile on his face.

“Okay- well what kind of show is it, Lorne? Do you even know what the show is?” Dick asks, somewhat frustrated.

“Of course!” Lorne exclaims.

“Are you gonna share with the rest of us?”

“Yes- in 88 Minutes.” He says, exiting the elevator with a grin.

I zone out, walking through the crowd of workers bustling around as Dick and Lorne talk about the lighting and sound setups. I decide to go find Gilda so I had someone to talk with.

Gilda and I had been best friends for many years. I was who introduced her to Lorne. She was my best friend and truly my sister.

She was sitting at a mirror, making faces when I ran up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. She smiles but before she can say anything someone comes in and says we are needed for rehearsals. Her and I rush through to get where we need to be when I knock straight into Laraine, who was having her bee stripe spray painted on. I giggle slightly st the sight.

“God I hate these bee costumes- I haven’t even tried mine on yet.” I say, humor lacing my words. This earned a giggle and a nod in agreement from Laraine.

I skip out, and dash through the halls into the doors of Studio 8H with 85 minutes til’ we go live.

The dimly lit studio is smoky and smells like sage. The atmosphere is generally warm but everyone seems to be slightly on edge. Gilda plops down, taking her seat on the couch and I stand back behind the set with Dan and Garret wearing a robber costume on and a fake gun. The crew are all arguing about lighting. and then we hear our cue, but Dan can’t get the door open. He barges through and recites the lines before he’s called off.

“So do I say anything or am I more the silent robber type?” Garrett asks the person directing this sketch.

“I think we’re just gonna stick to the script this time.” He replied.

“What script?” Garrett looks over at me and quips, earning a giggle.

We begin the sketch all over, but don’t get far as a light structure falls down right in front of the couch. I instinctively run over, pulling Gilda back as John begins yelling, threatening the crew. The structure continues sparking and I hold my arms in front of Gilda. If anyone’s is getting hurt tonight, I am not letting it be her.

John actually ends up getting into a physical altercation with a crew member before it’s split up by Lorne and Dan.

“How dare you endanger my actors!!” Lorne raises is voice slightly and I giggle silently, a red hue dipping down onto my cheeks. Earning a knowing glance from Gilda, who was still standing beside me.

“YOU’RE THE ONE ASKING FOR A HUNDRED FUCKING LIGHT CUES, PAL!!” The crew member shouts at Lorne.

I have half a mind to go over and chastise the crew member myself.

“Feel free to let me know when my expectations surpass your abilities!” Lorne scolds, getting ushered away by Dick.

“I don’t know guys, it was kind of exciting! Like, it’s probably good luck!” Gilda says, a forced smile on her face.

I smile at her, admiring the ability to find something good even in a shit situation.

“Can we go again?” Lorne asks us.

“Uh, in this death trap?” Garrett retorts.

“You know, I still think it was kind of funny!” Gilda says, taking my hand and skipping over to where Lorne was putting sage around his head. I giggle at the scene.

“How high does this thing go, Al?” She asks, sitting on the camera operator’s lap as he takes her up, despite protests from Lorne.

“Guess I picked the wrong day to not wear underwear, don’t look too hard!” Gilda giggled, going around the room.

I giggle at her, but my attention is pulled away by Lorne, who was arguing with a crew member. I look around at all the chaotic scenes unfolding.

[s0ft1eee]

Introducing myself!!

Heya! I'm Softie, you can call me Soft! and welcome to my page! I hope you enjoy your stay :)

I will most likely write x readers and post random things that come to mind.

!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

Things I will post and write about include yet not limited too;

- Comedians ( John Mulaney, Pete Davidson, Bo Burnham+ )

- SNL cast and characters ( current and ex // some hosts as well )

- Randoms Actors + Actresses ( Jake Gyllenhaal, Donald Glover, Ryan Reynolds, Scarlett Johansson, Bill Hader, Ben Schwartz+ )

- Marvel characters

- Some streamers ( Ted Nivison, Slimecicle, Joko+ )

- Tv show characters ( Community, Supernatural, Documentary Now, Middleditch and Schwartz, Brooklyn 99, Barry, Silicon Valley+ )

- Movie Characters ( IT, Yes Man, The Truman Show+)

- Video Game Characters ( Detroit: Become Human, SallyFace, Danganronpa+ )

- Youtubers ( Cody ko, Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jarvis Johnson )

I can write NSFW (though I'm not exactly good) and Angst (but it will most likely be angst and comfort)

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Things I wrote so far;

"...and that was extremely cheesy.”

soulmate au / f!reader / fluff

"Are you serious??"

lack of communication / f!reader / angst with comfort ending

"And seemingly, something did."

soulmate au - gn/gender not specified!reader - fluff

"It's called a disguise, Berkman."

one-sided enemies / f!reader / fluff ? / part one

!!!!!!!!!!! IMPORTANT !!!!!!!!!!!

I work pretty slow!! ADHD makes it extremely hard to focus lol please be patient with me! I promise I will get to your request eventually! :D

[companionjones]

Them

Fandom: Saturday Night Live

Pairings: SNL!Seth Meyers x Reader, Slight!SNL!Bill Hader x Reader, Slight!SNL!Andy Samberg x Reader

Summary: Seth is concerned about his place as your best friend.

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: Okay so here’s what’s up. During my Junior year, I would write stories in the extra spaces in my notebook. The stories only usually took up about half a page, so they’re really short. Just a heads up.

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    The door to your dressing room burst open. “You better not be replacing me with these new guys.”

    It was obviously a joke, so you chuckled as Seth plopped down onto the couch and moved your legs onto his lap. “You know that’s not how I work,” you reclarified, “If anything, we’ll just become a group.” You glanced over at him, and smirked at his expression, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna love you any less.”

    Seth Meyers smiled at your humor. “Thank you.” He took your hand, and leaned over to kiss its knuckle. “We should get going, anyway. We’re starting soon.”

    On your way out, you asked Seth, who was behind you, “What’re their names?”

    He knew immediately what you were referencing, and quickly answered, “Bill Hader and Andy Samberg. Andy’s the one with more hair.” The smirk was still evident in Seth’s voice. He had a feeling you would like them.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Saturday Night Live over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

[anotherfanficblog]

Would anyone be interested in some SNL imagines?

I’ve been really obsessed with the show lately and want to know if anyone wants to request a cast member (past or present).

[companionjones]

Go On

Fandom: Saturday Night Live, Seth Meyers, Bill Hader

Pairing: SNL!Seth Meyers x Reader, Slight!SNL!Bill Hader x Reader

Summary: You’ve been running yourself into the ground lately with how hard you’ve been working. Your friends/coworkers are worried about you.

Warnings: Overworking to the point of fatigue

Author’s Note: Okay so here’s what’s up. During my Junior year, I would write stories in the extra spaces in my notebook. The stories only usually took up about half a page, so they’re really short. Just a heads up.

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    Seth Meyers practically burst into your dressing room. “Are they okay?”

    Bill Hader answered for you, “No, they’re not. They can barely make it to their feet, but they’re forcing me out to go on.”

    “Hurry up,” you urged Bill.

    The broader-shouldered man conflictedly headed out the door, while Seth knelt next to your couch.

    Seth sadly looked into your eyes, “You could just not go on tonight. I’m sure no one will mind. We’ll work something out.” His phrases were losing hope by the syllable.

    All it took for Seth to back down was for you to say his name. He let his head drop to his hands, which were holding yours.

    He breathed without lifting his head, “You have to stop putting yourself through this.”

    “I’ll be alright.” You still managed to be reassuring as you slowly got up. “Now, come on. I gotta get warmed up.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3