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jujusdiary · 11 days

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TILL FOREVER FALLS APART -ln4

pairing- lando norris x child hood best friend fem fewtrell!reader warning- mentions of trauma, abusive relationship, use of "kiddo" as a nickname from max to reader (idk if that's a warning lol) and use of y/n (ew ew ew sorry) genre- mutual pining, brother's best-friend, hella angst, fluff, fluff, and uhm, oh yeah- fluff. summary- after years of being apart, lando reunites with his childhood best-friend, but it's not what everyone is chalking it up to be. reminders of a past argument float up, and the reason for your absence all these years start to become more and more apparent. word count- 4.659k -- this fic was also not proofread lol bc i have no one willing to proofread these yet, so pls lmk if anyone would be interested 😽 also requests are still open and tysm for the love on my oscar post!!! Any text in orange is past/memory scenes soz if it gets confusing : )

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You stare off into the distance, your eyes glossy. The paddock stands like a bad memory before your eyes, and you try hard not to reminisce on the last time you stepped past that gate.

"You don't have to go in, you know that, right? You can see Lando some other time." Your brother, Max, says as he places his hand over yours. The car feels so much smaller now, as you sit there with him, the pass heavy in your hands.

"No, no. I have to go see him, i-i promised." You mutter to yourself, gulping down the fear in your throat. Last time you were here, it was over three years ago. You had been accompanied by your boyfriend at the time, Jonah, with his hand wound up around your arm tightly, fingertips digging into our flesh. You swear you can feel his fingers digging into you again, the bruises he left on your body aching all over again-

"Jonah can't hurt you, kiddo. He's far away, he can't reach you." Max reassures you, but you still have to swallow the bile in your throat as you climb out of the car and start to walk towards the paddock and the Mclaren hospitality, your legs shaky as all the memories come rushing back.

"you embarassed me, on live television !" His hand coming down to collide with your cheek. You whine in pain as your body jolts back, your arms and chest covered in bruises, your cheek stinging in pain.

"I-I'm sorry i didn't mean to ! I was just trying to congratulate Lando-" You say, shaking as you tried to back away from him. Jonah wasn't usually an angry man. He used to be sweet and tender towards you, always anxious whenever you would even so much graze your knee. But then he got angry over little things, like when you would knock things over or when you spoke a little too loud.

"Instead, you embarassed me and now everyone thinks my girlfriend is a whore !" You tried to squirm away from him, to hide somewhere and grab a phone to call someone-anyone- to help you. But his hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you back towards him, blood sprouting on your cracked open skull as it hit the table.

"Be quiet."

"Yo. Y/n ?" You were snapped back to reality, Max's hand on your back, the younger aussie driver standing before you, already in his suit. "You okay ?" You gulp heavily, meeting Oscar's confused brown eyes.

"Y-yeah. I'm good." You reply, eyes scanning the crowds around you nervously.

"O-kay..? Anyways, Lando is looking for you." He says, clearing his throat and offering you a soft smile, before walking off. Max looks down at you.

"Are you sure you're alright ? You're looking pale. It's okay if you're scared, i know Lando and you didn't leave things on great terms." He mutters. The worry for his little sister is obvious on Max's face. Lando, Max and You have been friends since the karting days, when you were there to cheer on Max and secretly crush on his best-friend. But Lando had always acted like a brother to you, so you had always assumed those feelings were one sided. So when Lando finally made it to F1 and he started asking you to come to races and acting a bit more flirtatious towards you, it angered you because you had felt alne in your feelings for years and now he wanted to act like this ? It angered you to the point of going and getting a boyfriend. Jonah. Lando and you had gotten into a fight last time you had come to the paddock. It didn't end well. That was over three years ago, at Silverstone in 2021.

"Max, mate !" The voice makes your body go rigid.

"Lando !" Max breaks away from you, envelopping his arms around the boy, patting his back. The slightest of his curly brown hair is peeking out from underneath his papaya cap, his race suit tied around his waist as he clutches unto his water bottle. His cheeks are sunkissed underneath the chinese sun, still high off of his p1 quali. His sink is tan, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

"P1, mate, congrats ! That was amazing, that was." Max congratulates, smiling at him.

"Hah, thank you ! I got scared for a second there, but i was glad when my lap was re-instated, lad, i thought it was over-" His eyes find you, and the shimmer seems to die down. You fiddle with your shirt, the mclaren logo scratchy on your chest.

"Y/n." Your names comes tumbling past his lips like a chant too long apart from him, and it's like the breath has been knocked out of your chest.

"Hi, Lan." You answer, although your voice feels to low for him to hear you. He breaks away from your brother, his eyes drinking you in, a gulp passing past his adam's apple. An awkward silence hangs between the two of you, and it makes your heart hurt as you remember how he'd greeted you last time he'd seen you.

"Lan !" You ran into his arms, letting him fling you around as he groaned, picking you up.

"Ah, there you are ! Been wonderin' where you'd gone." He'd muttered into the skin of your neck, his breath warm. His touch was welcome on your bruised body, the heavy sweater creating unnecessary heat on that day. His arms were tight around you. This was the one race this season Jonah had not joined you. But the bruise around your neck was still obvious when Lando placed you down and his eyes fluttered down.

"Darling.." His hand moved your hair away from your neck softly, frowning. His touch was featherlight on your bruise, and you jerked away from him with a flinch. "Did he do this ? Did Jonah do this to you ?" His eyes were dark. You shook your head, trying to break away from him but his grip on your waist was steadfast.

"Don't lie to me." He whispered.

"He didn't mean to." You'd mumbled, and his face fell.

"He hurt you ?" You shook your head, trying to protest, but before you could, he was ushered away to his car.

"You look.. well." He mutters, scratching the back of his neck. Max looks between the two of you. It must be odd, seeing you standing so far from each other. Usually, his hands wouldn't be off you for more than three seconds- Lando craved your touch, it grounded him. Seeing his stand so far felt foreign to Max. He pats Lando's back again.

"Alright well.. I'm going to go find P.. I'll leave you two to it." He says before walking off, shaking his head. You stare at him in silence, your chest heaving.

"How have you been ?" He asks, taking a step closer to you. His eyes are scanning your skin, looking for any trace of a bruise. The thought hits you like a truck- he doesn't know you and Jonah broke up.

"I've been okay." You answer, your voice feeling strained in your throat. He nods, pursing his lips.

"How's Jonah ?" You gulp down the bile in your throat, scratching your eyebrow. The venom in his voice is evident- your past argument clearly still salt in an open wound.

"Uh- convicted. 5 years." His jaw pops open. "Did Max not tell you ?" He shakes his head, gulping.

"No, uh, he didn't."

"After Silverstone, i... I got it together. I called the cops. He was found guilty and.. i haven't seen him since." His eyes flutter as he nods softly, his lips parting.

"What are you doing later tonight ?"

"Nothing. Probably stay in, if i'm honest." You said, laughing as you stared at Lando as he dried off his sweaty hair after his p4 finish, the towel heavy on his neck.

"Go out with me." He said, turning to look at you. You wanted to say yes, you really did. But you knew Jonah would be furious if he found out you had stepped a foot outside without him.

"I would love to, Lan, but i-i shouldn't." You muttered, but he shook his head, tutting.

"Wasn't a question. You and me, we're going out before your muppet of a brother shows up tomorrow and ruins out fun, alright ?" he said, smiling broadly at you. You scratched at your stomach, the hidden bruise on your ribs bothering you as yo sat uncomfortably on the chair, but you couldn't say anything was bothering you or Lando would be all over you.

"I'm serious, Lan, i don't think i should-"

"Nonsense. We're going to have fun."

You stared at him , your feet aching from being stood up so long.

"Should we go sit somewhere ?" Lando asks, his eyes happier than before. You nod.

"Sure." You follow him inside the McLaren hospitality, your hands shaky as you enter the place you haven't seen in three years. Everyone greets you with smiles and handshakes galore, and it makes you feel like you've been greeted home. It still feels weird that he hasn't hugged you yet, and you try not to let that bother you when you sit down on the couch in his driver's room, the door closing behind him. He turns to face you.

"I've missed you, y'know ?" He says, his voice soft as he leans against the door, his eyes looking up. "I didn't think i'd see you again after that night.. After Max told me you'd gone." He says, clearing his throat. You glance down at your hands, fiddling with the skin around your fingers.

"I didn't think i'd come back, to be honest." He looks at you, and his gaze softens.

"I'm sorry, for what i said." He says, licking his lips. You finally look up at him, and the look in his eyes makes you want to sob. "Everytime i think about it.. It makes me want to be sick. The way i treated you-"

"We don't have to talk about that." You say, begging to get away from that subject.

"But i want to apologise to you." He says, sitting next to you. "I didn't mean it. Any of it."

The music was loud, and Lando was leaning next to you at the bar. You were laughing along to something he had said, when your phone had started to ring in your pocket. Its was Jonah. Somehow he had found out you were out, and he was fuming. You were crying in a corner, hiding from Lando, from whom you had excused yourself from to answer the call. Your shoulders we shaking, your dress hiking up to your knees to reveal the bruises peppered on your thighs, the sweater you had slung over to hide the spagetti straps revealing the bruises on your collarbones was now too heavy to bear, making you sweat as you tried your best to control your breathing- yet every breath you took made your ribs ache ache and wince. You tore your sweater off, fanning at your face, relishing in the privacy to no longer hide underneath layers.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?" You tensed up at his voice. You wiped the runny mascara off your cheeks, forgetting you had taken your sweater off. Lando turned the corner, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw you.

"Jesus, Y/n. What has he been doing to you ?" You frowned, before looking down at yourself, the music from the club outside still thrumming on the floor. Your eyes went wide as he took a step closer to you grabbing your arm softly and looking at the bruises peppered on your body. You shook your head, new tears forming in your eyes.

"N-No, i'm just clumsy, I walked into a wall and i bumped into a few tables. You know how i am, Lan, it's nothing-" He shook his head, cutting you off.

"Don't lie to me, darling. I'm sick and tired of you being scared of doing things that you think he would see as out of line. You've changed, Y/n. You're not the same anymore, you're too preoccupied with what he thinks of you, of what he wants you to do." You frowned at his words. It was obvious he was drunk, his words were slurred, but he had had enough. Lando had loved you for years, not that the believed you loved him back, and the second he got into f1, Max had given him the green flag to go ahead and make a move, having placed a heavy hands off for most of your life. But his relentless moves onto you just seemed to anger you, and he didn't seem to understand why- so it's safe to say he was confused when Jonah appeared at the paddock with you, out of the blue. He tried to play it off, to act happy for you because you were happy and that was all that mattered to him. But when he saw you start to be more scared every time anyone lifted their hand or arm, or how you wore heavy and covered clothing even on the hottest of days- he knew something was wrong. Especially when you stopped hugging him before races, especially when Jonah was around, he was convinced something was wrong.

"You're not yourself anymore - You're scared of everything, you're nervous, you look like you don't want to be around me, and you're always doing whatever fucking Jonah wants you to do. Im sick of it. I'm sick of it, i'm tired of seeing you upset all the time." You gulped down tears, and Lando knew he was saying the wrong things. He couldn't tell if he was being rude, the alcohol too heavy in his veins, fogging up his brain.

"Why are you acting like this ?" You mumbled, shaking your head. His words were hitting you, deep. You knew he was drunk, but aren't drunk words simply sober thoughts ?

So Lando really thought you were a push over and you were just giving in to Jonah ?

Letting yourself get hit ?

"Because i love you, goddammit ! I've loved you since we were kids but i couldn't do anything about it because of your brother, but then when he gave me the green light, I was going to go for you- But then you brought fucking Jonah !" His words knocked the air straight out of your chest. He loved you ?

" And i knew he was off- I knew something was wrong with him. The second i saw you act weird, especially to me, i knew something was wrong and now i know !" He yelled, pointing at your bruises. "He's been hurting you, y/n, and you've been hiding it ! God, you should've told me ! All i want is to protect you, darling."

"Lan, you're being mean.."

"Mean ? Mean ?! I'm trying to help you because he's obviously not a good guy but you're too scared to do anything about it, so you've stayed with him for three years !"

"You don't think i know that ? You don't think i've tried to get away ?I have, Lan ! Ive tried to tell you and Max, anyone, but i knew you would act like this and i was scared of what you would do ! What do you think this entire weekend was about ? I was trying to have one good moment before i went back there and ended things with him and filed a restraining order against him !" He tensed up as you yelled back at him, tears streaming down your face. "You think telling me that i've been letting him do these things to me is going to make me fall for you ?"

His face fell, and he suddenly realised that he had made a big, big mistake.

"No, Y/n, that's not what i-"

"Well it's not. And to think i came here all this way for you, putting my ass on the line because who knows the things he will do to me when i get back." You screamed, your throat yelling at you with every raise in. your tone, your voice cracking.

"Then stay. Don't go back, stay with me." He begged. He could tell you wanted to, but his earlier words were still stinging your heart. You shook your head and slipped your sweater back on. You pushed past him, but he gripped your arm.

"No, please, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell." His eyes were pleading. "You know that's not what i meant. Please, love, i'm not in my right mind- Just stay until morning and i'll explain it t you when my head isn't moving at three thousand thoughts a minute- Please." You could tell he was drunk. But you still felt sick just looking at him.

"Well it's too late now isn't it ?" You mumbled, before breaking free and running off.

You were on a plane out of the country before Max's had even landed.

"Not any of it ? Wow, okay." You ask, feeling that same prickly feeling in your throat as you did that night.

"Well i meant one part." He says, looking down at you. " I do love you."

"Lando, can we not do this, please ?" He shakes his head.

"But i want to. I don't like knowing you're mad at me-" You stand up, shaking your head, sniffling.

"I didn't come here to hear a half assed apology, Lan. I came here to support you because you're my friend and i missed you, for some reason. But if you're just going to toy with me again, and remind me of things i'd rather forget, then i can't do this." You say.

The thought of anyone genuinely loving you feels suffocating after Jonah.

It makes you sick to even think of being in such a vulnerable state again.

"I promise, i'm not-"

"I'll see you at dinner." You mutter, your chest heaving up and down in panic. He frowns as you move past him and leave his room storming out into the sun to find Max, your mind reeling.

Dinner is not going to be enjoyable.

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The dress is uncomfortable against your ribs, gulping heavily. The car is quiet, Pietra sitting beside you, Max in the front passenger seat near Lando. You try to avoid his eyes darting over to you at every red light, but it's getting painstakingly hard when his breathing gets heavier each time you look down to avoid his gaze. Pietra is scrolling mindlessly on her phone, her head resting on your shoulder as the car trudges past the streets. The restaurant Lando pulls into is fancy, with a valet at the door who takes the car off of his hands as you climb out. Pietra grabs your hand, talking happily about something as max softly touches your shoulder to make sure you're alright.

It feels weird- Wearing a dress and not having to cover a bruise.

You blink hurriedly and let Pietra drag you into the restaurant behind Lando and your brother, leading you to the table. She sits down beside you, Max sitting down infront of her, leaving Lando to sit down infront of you. You gulp and cats your eyes down, trying to include yourself in the conversation happening between your brother and his girlfriend, but it's all batting eyelashes and hand holding. Lando;'s foot nudges your calf. Your eyes snap over.

"Can we please talk-"

"Hi ! What can i get you tonight ?" Lando looks up at the sudden interruption. It's a young waiter, a large smile on his face.

"Uh, we haven't looked at the menu's yet-"

"Oh that's fine, would you like anything to drink ?" Lando's jaw tenses.

"No, it's fine we'll let you know when we're ready-"

"Well, i can offer you some specials ! We have cocktails with free refills, a wine cave that has been critically acclaimed for it's diversity-" Lando's fist comes smashing against the table. You flinch, the suddenness of it all making you jump. Max even looked over at the commotion, his brows knotted in confusion. Lando didn't get angry- at least not that angry. And he did, he'd be more likely to stay angry in silence until he' s calmed down enough to rationally discuss why he was angered in the first place.

"For fucks sake, can you give us a minute !" The young boy stammers, gulping heavily.

"Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir." The boy backs away, his hands shaking. Like how your hands shook as you dialed 9-1-1 from the hidden safety of your bathtub, bleeding from five different areas, Jonah having left to "clear his head" after beating you to a pulp.

Your eyes are wide in fear, your stomach churning with bile. Max seems to notice and he nods at Pietra, who places her hand over yours tentatively, your eyes trained on Lando, who is staring at you aswell.

"Y/n-" The second her hand touches yours, your body goes into fight or flight mode. You shove her off, leaping to your feet, your chest heaving, your chair groaning loudly on the floor. Everyone in the vicinity has turned to look at you. Max's eyes are wide, knowing the reason for your sudden change. You feel cornered, like every eye pouring into you is Jonah's- taunting you, promising to hurt you. Your eyes dart to Lando, who is staring up at you with worry in his eyes. You shake your head, a whimper forcing it's way out of your lips before running off, your heels clicking on the floor as whispers follow you.

"Y/n !" You hear Lando call, but you're already pushing open the door of the bathroom and locking it behind you after checking no one else was in the stalls. The second you're in privacy, tears start flowing down your cheeks, your hands clawing at your chest to get some sort of air into your lungs, the only thing keeping you up being the iron grip your free hand has on the small porcelain sink.

"Okay.. okay, breathe, Y/n. Jonah is far- He can't hurt you. He can't. He can't." You tell yourself through the rapid fire tears coursing down your face, making it hard for you to see or breathe.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?"

Deja vu hits you so hard you almost stumble backwards.

"I'm sorry, love, i didn't mean to yell."

There it is again.

"Will you please open the door ?"

His voice is so soft, so comforting, you don't even think. The lock comes clicking open and before you know it you're wrapped up into his arms, pushing you back into the bathroom, his voice muffled into your hair as he holds you close, apologising profusely. His hand is pinned to your waist, the other buried in your hair as your hands come to squeeze around his torso, his lips kissing your temple.

"Fuck, i'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God, i'm so sorry, Y/n." He breathes, gently rocking you back and forth. You nod against his chest, relishing in his touch. This is the first time in three years he's held you close.

"I'm sorry about the fight, i had no idea how bad it was, y/n." he pulls away, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. "I never should've said any of those things. God, you're so strong for even thinking of getting out, my love. He never deserved you, and you never deserved to be treated that way, even less for me to be a dick about it because i was drunk and hung up over you." he peppers kisses all over your face. "And i'm so sorry for yelling just now, really i am, I just felt so bad because you wouldn't even look at me, and i got carried away and-" he stops himself when he realises he's rambling. "I'm sorry." He says, his tone stern. He brushes a strand away from your face, your hands resting on his torso as he stays cupping your cheeks.

"If I could take back that entire fight, I would. Please.. Don't ever leave me again." he begs, his voice cracking as his own tears fill his eyes. "It's been hell without you, Y/n. And knowing it was my fault you stayed away just makes it worse." He says. You lick your lips, and you look up at him through tear-soaked eyelashes.

"You promise you love me ?" Your voice is wobbly. The thought of hearing him say those words again makes you sick yet excited.

"Baby.. I've loved you since we were six. Of course i love you - i'll never stop loving you. And i can love you how you deserve to be.. if you let me." He says, his eyes scanning your face. He awaits for your answer, cleafly impatient. He chuckles softly.

"i really don't mean to push, y/n, but you're killing me here-"

You cut him off, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, your hands finding the soft yet gelled tips of his curls, digging your fingers through them like how you used to fantasise when you were teenagers. His hands grab your waist possessively, pushing you up against the door, settling his knee n between your thighs to keep you up as he focuses on cupping your cheeks and kissing you long and hard, as much as he can, relishing in this moment. A soft whine is pulled from your lips as his hand softly settles around your neck, tilting your face up to get easier access, your smaller frame fitting into his tall one with ease. After a while, he finally pulls away to let you breathe, his hands strong on your hips, your own buried in his hair.

"Fuckin' hell." He pants, his forehead resting against yours. You nod, your eyes shut closed. Secretly, you're scared to open your eyes, because you think he might disappear if you look at him for too long.

"Does this mean you forgive me ?" He asks against your neck, his breath hot on your nape, his lips trailing your jaw. You slap at his chest as you laugh, your eyes opening. He laughs, shaking his head as he kisses along your jaw and collarbones.

"Yes, it means i forgive you, you muppet." You laugh, burying your face in his chest as he kisses your temple.

"God it feels so good to hold you." he mutters, his voice groggy. He cutches you tighter, kissing your nose. You scrunch it up, smiling.

"Y/n ? You in here babe ? Max is really worried, and -" The door comes flying open and Pietra stumbles in, taking in the scene before her- you and lando, both of your lips swollen, Lando's smeared with lipgloss, his curls a mess, his head buried in your neck. You try to shove him off, scared at the sudden exposure of his affection. A sudden jolt of fear courses through your body. God, if Jonah saw you and Lando so close, he would kill you- But then it hits you. Jonah actually can't hurt you.

"Hi, P." Lando smiles lazily as he kisses your forehead and pulls you in, refusing to let you go. Pietra smiles broadly.

"Oh. My. God. Max is going to flip !" She says, laughing. She runs off, ready to go tell Max as Lando finally breaks away from you and slips his hand in yours. He looks up at you, wiping the fallen tears off your tears and kisses your knuckles.

"Mine ?" He whispers. You smile, rolling your eyes.

"Yours." You reply. He smiles, tugging you along to the main room, where the restaurant seems to have continue past your earlier outburst. Max's eyes almost bulge out of his head when he notices your hands intertwined, and for the first time in a while..

It feels good to be vulnerable.

It feels good to be loved.

a/n- YALL I LOWK HATE THIS SOMEONE PLS CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE 😭 ( ALSO YAY LANDO WIN- OBVI A FIC IS COMING UR WAY THERE'S ALSO LIKE THREE OTHERS IVE BEEN WORKING ON SO STAY POSTED FOR THAT UHHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS ALWAYSSSSS)

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deltaromeo3 · 11 months

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ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: Lando Norris x childhood!friend reader

summary: Good or bad, she was always there for him. But things between them changes once he starts to become rich and famous; but it’s not for the reason you think it is.

requested by: this ask

A/N: changed it up a lil! Hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!🫶🏼

How could he forget the one person who was always there for him?

You knew Lando since he was racing in karts. Heck, maybe even before that. But this was a given since your brother was best friends with Lando.

Of course, with that comes the inevitable; liking your brother’s friend. You had no idea when it started but maybe it was that one summer day in Italy.

You were on summer break with Lando, your brother (of course) and their group of friends. This was a yearly thing, and they would always head down to Italy. This year, you decided to tag along after much bugging from Lando.

You were laying down at the back of Lando’s yacht reading a book while the rest were out swimming. Your peace and quiet was rudely interrupted when Lando splashed water on you, getting you wet.

“What was that for?!” You yelled.

“C’mon!” He gestures. “The water’s nice!”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I will if you promise to buy me a new copy,” You showed him your now damp book.

He laughs, “Just one? I can buy you ten.. a hundred even.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes. Cocky.

Nonetheless, you jumped in the water. He swims up to you.

“Liking Italy so far?” He asks.

“Yeah. It- it’s good.” You stuttered as you were shocked by the sudden closeness in proximity.

He smiles. “Good. I’ll make sure to bring you back here every year, kay?”

“You don’t have to,”

“I want to. I like having you around. Your brother? Not so much. He’s such an annoying-“ The conversation cuts off when your brother splashes water on the both of you, well mostly Lando.

“Oi!” He calls out.

“…prick!” Lando splashes water back at him and they start fighting.

You laughed at their antics. It has always been like this since young.

With the closeness, came questions.

It was obvious that you were someone important to him.

Whenever you came by to his home in Monaco, the fridge would be stocked with your favourite drinks and the pantry would be filled with your favourite snacks. When your brother found out, all he said was “Oh I see that he has favourites. And it’s not me.”

You liked spending time with him, and he made it very clear he liked having you around.

Fans would even ask about you on his live streams.

And most of the times, he would call out for you (if you were with him of course.)

You would always smile and wave to the fans and it was like they would go ape-shit over you. Some even asked if you two were really friends, and you confirmed it by saying yes. He didn’t like you like that anyway.

It has been a month. A month of Lando giving you the cold shoulder.

It started off when he didn’t acknowledge your presence in the garage. You knew something was off, but you didn’t want to bug him about it.

Usually, after every race he would bring you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. He would even go as far as asking recommendations from other drivers.

He knew you loved food and that it was your first in every country you went to with him, so he made a promise that after every race, good or bad, he would always bring you out.

But that night, after his race in Monaco, all you got was a “sorry I’m calling it an early night” text from Lando.

What a prick!

You were gutted as you were already dressed up. You sighed, throwing your purse on the bed.

That night, when you lay in bed, scrolling on Instagram, you saw his Instagram story. Lando did not call it an early night. In fact, he was partying with the other drivers. This obviously surprised you but you thought nothing of it.

Of course, you still went to his races, but it was like you were invisible now. Suddenly coming every Sunday started to feel like a waste of time; the person you supported didn’t even acknowledge your existence.

“And where are you off to?” Your brother asks.

You shrugged. “He doesn’t even want me here anyways,” You took your headset off and left.

You walked away from McLaren’s garage to go walk around the paddock… and right to Ferrari’s.

What better way to spend your time, right? Going somewhere you were actually wanted.

You walked into the garage, a sea of red hitting you. You weren’t used to this… you were much more familiar with the orange walls instead of red. The workers greeted you and you did the same.

“Cariño!” He shouts as soon as he sees you. He walks over to you, engulfing you in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

You smile. “Why? Can’t I come see my favourite driver?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Favourite?” He laughs. “Isn’t your favourite Lando?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “Not anymore. It’s you now.”

He blushed. “Well, I’m honoured. And please, stay as long as you want.”

“I will.”

“Good. I’ll be back.” He disappears into the sea of mechanics and you stayed, watching him from the back of the garage.

This had been going on for a while, and obviously your brother had caught on.

At first, he too was confused to as why his best friend wasn’t talking to his sister anymore, he figured it was because the two of you fought, but that wasn’t the case. The pair of you never fight. A few disagreements maybe, mostly because Lando wouldn’t last a day without talking to you.

But soon, the reason behind that became clear on one night he was over at Lando’s, gaming with him.

The laughter dies down. So I decided to pop the question. Y’know, rip it off like a bandaid or whatever.

“Lan,” I call out.

He hums in response.

“What’s up with you and y/n? Everything okay? You know I can always talk to her for you right?”

I see him let out a heavy breathe. “Nothing’s wrong,”

I squint. I know he’s lying. “Really?”

He nods.

“Cmon Lan.” I nudge him. “I’ve known you for years. What is it?”

He sighs, “It’s nothing Dylan. Nothing is going on.”

I sigh, “Well she’s saying she thinks it’s because you’re famous now, that the fame has gotten to your head. And I know that’s not it cause I’m sitting here playing games with you. She’s upset, Lan. Talk to her, will you?”

He laughs, but not because what I said was funny, more like in disbelief. “Tell her to talk to Carlos instead.”

I snap my head towards him. “Carlos? What does he have to do with this?”

“You should ask your sister,” He says, unhappily.

“Now why would I do that? You know I dont like prying into her life.”

“But you should. They’re getting close.” He scoffs.

“And what’s wrong with that? Wait, don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

He laughs, again. “I’m n-not jealous!”

“You’re lying! Lando!” I smacked his arm.

“Dylan I swear, I’m not!”

“You like my sister!”

“I do not!”

“You son of a bitch! I knew it! You like my sister.” Now it was my turn to laugh in disbelief.

“Shut up.” He says. “If word gets out I know who I’ll have to kill.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. But you have to talk to her though.”

He just hums in response.

You were scrolling on tiktok, waiting for Carlos to be done with changing. You came across a video of Lando and you. It was posted by what you assumed was a fan.

The video showed him looking at you. And it wasn’t a “that’s my bestfriend” kinda look… it was more of a “i adore you” look.

You scrolled past that tiktok video, brushing it off. Maybe you were overthinking it.

The video below that was of the same thing, just from another angle. You were so engrossed in the video you didn’t even realise Carlos was calling out for you.

“Cariño?”

You snapped out of the trance, quickly switching off your phone.

“Carlos,” You smile.

“Ready to go?”

You hum in response.

You no longer joined Lando for race weekends anymore. As sad as you were, you figured well, this was one way to get rid of a crush and someone who has been there for him this entire time.

You picked up your phone, calling your brother.

The line rings, and finally, “I need to talk to you,”

There was silence on the other end, “It’s about Lando, isnt it?” Your brother asks.

You sigh, “How’d you know?”

“You’re my sister. I know everything. What’s up?”

“Lando!” I shout as I entered his room.

“Lan! Lando!” I yell out once again.

“What!” I hear him respond. Sounds like it’s coming from the shower.

I barged in to the shower, Lando quickly covering himself.

“Relax. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Fair point.”

He relaxes and continues to shampoo his hair.

I took a seat on the toilet. “You said you’d talk to her, right?”

No response. He just goes silent. “Lando?”

“I…I have. It’s sorted.”

“Is that so… then why did she call me, crying?”

“What?” The water stops. Lando opens the glass door, poking his head out. “She’s crying? I made her cry?”

“Yeah. You did.”

“Well, shit. I fucked up, didn’t I.” He pinches the bridge of nose.

“Yeah. You did.” I repeat myself.

“I didn’t mean for it to get this bad, I swear Dylan. Everytime I try to talk to her, I can’t do it. Mate she’s got a thing for Carlos, not me.”

I laughed at the absurdity.

“Mate, you got to be shitting me. It’s my sister we’re talking about here.” I stopped. “Do you not see her lock screen? Even after all this while it’s still a picture of you during your first Euro Championship win. She still saves your contact as ‘bubba’ because that’s what she used to call you.“

I can see him form a slight smile. “Well that’s funny. I still have her contact saved as ‘nugget’.”

We laugh. “Icing her out like this is no way to do it. You love her Lan. Don’t let her think otherwise.“

You were tossing and turning, hoping to fall asleep. You figured it would be easy to fall asleep as it was raining. Usually the sound of rain usually lulls you to sleep easily. But tonight just like the other nights you were wide awake, thinking of Lando.

How could he forget me? How could he just toss me aside after all the times I was there for him? Did he just forget me because he’s rich and famous now? Do I not fit into his lifestyle? I know I’m no model but… God I miss him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. The knocks were just getting more impatient. You groaned, leaving your bed. “I’m coming! Jesus.”

You unlocked the door in frustration, but all that frustration went away when the person who stood in front of your door was none other than Lando Norris.

“L-lando?” You croaked. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” He smiles. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, o-of course.” You stepped aside as he enters.

He clears his throat. You were still confused. When did he come home?

“So, listen.” He says, as he takes a seat. “I’m…” He exhales. “I’m here to apologise. It’s not that I forgot you, or that you don’t fit into my lifestyle. You do, and you are one of the few people that understands this more than anyone. So,” He pauses, gathering all the courage he has. “I’m here to say that, yes.”

Yes what?

“Yes, I do like you. I’ve liked you since you took that trophy off my hands in Italy. I’m sorry I hurt you. And please, don’t ever doubt your place in my life, you’re always on top… after my career of course.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What took you so long?”

“What?”

“I said, what took you-“

“No I heard you the first time. I dunno.” He shrugs.

There was silence between the two of you. “Okay.” Was all you could say.

He leaves your apartment, relieved but unsatisfied. Maybe he was expecting a kiss. A hug? Maybe even for you to jump on him and cry?

He unlocks his car. It was pouring. When he was about to enter his car, a familiar voice stops him.

“Lando!” You stood, under the rain.

He rushes over to you. “What are you doing?! You’re gonna catch a cold! Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

You laugh. “I forgot to tell you,”

“Tell me what?”

“That I like you too. About damn time!”

He smiles. The widest you’ve ever seen. “Really? You don’t have a thing for Carlos?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve always had a thing for you though,”

He smiles, again. “Well, me too. I’m sorry it took me so long,”

“It’s okay. I was waiting. I was here all along.” You smile. He holds your face, brushing the rain on your face away with his thumbs. The gap between you two closes as he kisses you under the rain.

You pull away, “It’s not safe for you to drive home. And I need someone to keep me warm,” You flash him a cheeky smile.

“I’ll gladly be your human heater,” He says, kissing you once again.

#lando norris #f1 x you #f1 #f1 imagines #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #deltaromeo3 #lando norris fic #lando norris imagines #f1 fic #one shot

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 2 months

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2AM

Duke dennis x black!reader

Summary: y/n being a streamer and being a part of a amp like her boyfriend duke, until in her stream she tries to do a cartwheel but her boyfriends pop up and starts laughing at her failed attempt, which became roasting to affectionate love.

You've been a part of amp for quite some time now. When you were younger, you always wanted to be a social media star, but people alas told you that your not gonna make it, but that didn't stop you from where you are today until you met kai, fanum, agent, Chris, duke, and Daviss and together you guys became one of the most popular YouTube group. And you love all of them like they were your own family.

Yeah, being the only girl in the group is kinda hard because there's niggas on the internet trolling, but you didn't give a fuck before they accepted you anyway, the more you got comfortable will all of them the more you loved all of them. You have a crush on Duke. You both were pretty close, and y'all both became best friends, and everyone in the group thought y'all was dating even if your fans thought y'all was dating, but it wasn't true.

You hide your feelings because you thought Duke would reject you or didn't like you until he made the first move and your relationship started from there. Y'all both were lucky to have each other, y'all would both come to each other streams, pranks, and all of that other stuff.

Your love language with him is roasting. People make it seem like y'all mean, but it ain't true both you just be joking with each other.

You were streaming playing a horror game, you was tired as fuck, but you wanted to finish playing the game.

"Bruh, chat, I'm not gonna lie. I'm tired as fuck I've been playing this game for and hour, I've been trying to stay awake for y'all." Y/n said tiredly as she picked up her water drinking it as she looked at the chat.

"Bro, somebody in the chat told me to do a cartwheel to stay awake." Y/n laughed as she pushed her chair back and stood up.

"Yo chat, I ain't gonna lowkey don't know how to do a cartwheel, like I'm being so deadass, I'm not an athletic person, hold imma try for you guys." Y/n stands up as she pushes her chair farther away so she can have some room.

"Bro, I'm scared. What if I bust my ass!!" Y/n yelled as she looked back at the chat. Y/n raised both her hands as she placed both of them on the ground, trying to kick her legs up, but ended up falling on the ground.

"Shit, hold on chat. Let me try again, damn this shit is harder than I thought." Y/n got herself up as she tried to do another cartwheel. Y/n puts both her hands on the ground. As she tried to kick her legs up, she heard her door open.

"Aye, bae do you got my charg-" Duke was about to finish his sentence as he saw you trying to cartwheel he started busting out laughing, making you laugh as you got up.

"It's not funny, nigga. I'm trying to do a cartwheel. " y/n laughed, feeling embarrassed as Duke started laughing.

"Nah, that gotta be one of the worst cartwheels I've seen bruh you don't know how to do a cartwheel?" Duke said, still laughing, making fun of you.

"Shut the fuck up, nigga can you do a cartwheel?" Y/n said asking him as she was huffing and puffing form those failed attempt cartwheel.

"Yes, way much better than that, bro. Imagine not lifting yourself up." Duke said, laughing at you.

"Nigga, I know you talking you pushing 40 and you was in the back of the bus with rosa parks, with yo old ass." Y/n commented as she started laughing as the people in the chat start making fun of Duke going crazy.

"Oh, so that's how you gonna do me, for real." Duke said, smiling in disbelief as you roasted him.

"Yes, imma do you like, ayo chat spam 1987 in the chat, that's the year you was born at with you old ass." Y/n started laughing as everyone in the chart started spamming 1987 in the chat.

"Yeah, I got you on mute. You were serving in ww2 with yo old ass. " You still kept roasting as you both were facing each other as Duke started smiling at the smile that you melt.

Duke wasn't listening to anything you were saying while you were still roasting him. He was looking at your lips as he grabbed your waist and started kissing you. You were caught off guard by this, but you kissed him back. You broke this kiss as he looked back at you. "You so gorgeous, bae." Duke smiled at you as was still holding you close, as he was still holding your waist. "Aww, thank you, bae. I would say something nice about you, but you were making fun of me." Y/n teased.

"Damn, that's fair, I love you y/n" Duke said, genuinely looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

"I love you too," y/n responded as she kissed him on the lips. As Duke lifted your legs up, carrying you as laughed, he was yours, and you were his.

#duke dennis #duke dennis x reader #duke dennis x fem!reader #duke dennis x black!reader #Spotify

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mad props! 03

summary: you're now officially part of the theater club's latest production! just one small problem... wc: 1282 a/n: Can't believe I was able to type this out within the same week. But I diiiid! The songs being performed are: 'Popular' - Wicked 'Ohmigod You guys' - Legally Blonde: The Musical (Original Cast Recording) | Have fun reading ! Feel free to tell me what you thought in the comments <3 (only warning is that the process of putting a theatre production together is probably not super realistic here lmao) 02 03 04

“One five, four five, three five, two five, one five, four five, three-two-one,”

You clutched the white binder containing your sheet music to your chest as you went through every vocal exercise from middle school that you could remember.

From the diaphragm, you reminded yourself, taking another deep breath.

“One five,

Four five,

Three five,

Two five,

One five,

Four five,

Three-two-one–”

“Y/N L/N?” the casting director’s voice called out to you.

Your stomach lurched as you rose from your seat and approached the stage. You handed the sheet music over to the pianist. The blinding stage lights made you sweat beneath your uniform, but part of you was grateful that it hid the faces of your four-person audience.

The first chord was your cue.

“Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I…”

You sang the lines through your nose, making your delivery as cartoonish as possible. It even earned a few laughs from the dark void in front of you that bolstered your confidence.

Now, when playing a character such as Galinda, one may be tempted to keep the squeaky ‘princess voice’ the whole way through. But you knew better.

You added depth to your voice for some lines, maybe a growl here, a cry there; your performance needed to show that you could do more than just play the pretty soprano lead.

You belted the final note, arms spread wide as if you weren’t just about to vomit from nerves, and curtsied.

There was disembodied applause, and then: “Thank you, we’ll be sure to send out an email on Friday to let you know if you got the part.”

“Thanks,” you exhaled as you stepped down from the stage.

All that there was left to do was wait.

You were jumpy all Friday afternoon. Even Miles noticed your knee making your desks tremble with the way it bounced up and down in the middle of English class.

“Yo, you good?” he whispered.

You shot him a glare while tapping your pencil frantically. “None of your business.”

“It actually is my business,” he shot back, teeth clenched, “ ‘cuz you’re shaking the damn desk.”

“Is there a problem back there?” the English professor peered over his glasses at the two of you.

“Nope,” Miles sighed. “Not at all.”

Your leg stopped bouncing, and you rested your chin on top of folded hands.

“If you must know,” you muttered, “I had an audition the other day, and callbacks are supposed to be this evening.”

He furrowed his brows. “Oh…kay…?”

“What do you mean ‘okay’? I’m super nervous about it–”

“I mean, why are you telling me this?”

Your eyes widened. Why were you telling him this?

“I…well, you’re sitting next to me, and you asked–”

“I didn’t ask for allat.”

You kissed your teeth, and went back to taking notes in silence.

“Oh, the principal’s gonna love that.”

Joshua Baptiste–current president of Visions’ art club–grinned as he watched Miles add his signature to the wide sheet of paper.

Miles replaced the cap on one of his paint markers with a click, assessing his work.

It was a poster for an upcoming pep rally, advertised in bold, sleek letters that curled in and around each other and ended in sharp arrows. Satisfied, he rose to his feet.

“You think?”

“Hell yeah. Better than anything I could’ve put together,” Joshua ran a hand through loose, sandy curls. “I’m more of a portraits kinda guy.”

The boy’s smile was contagious, showing off two rows of light blue braces. Miles remembered how he used to circle back around to his lunch table just to see them when he laughed with his friends, silver earrings tinkling as he threw his head back.

He’d done crazier things just to see a crush.

Miles returned the compliment, “Your paintings go crazy, though. You could get into art school if you put a portfolio together.”

Joshua shrugged. “Doubt my parents would ever let me go.”

The other hummed in agreement.

“Anywho, I came over here to ask you a favor. Theater club needs an extra pair of hands working on the set, and I already said one of our guys would help out. You in?”

Miles raised an eyebrow at the sudden new project being dumped on him, but he relented. Not like he had anything better to do today.

“Sure. Where to?”

Joshua’s face lit up, and he gestured for Miles to follow him.

“They’re down in the auditorium. You’re a life-saver, man.”

The auditorium was already bustling with students when the two boys entered. There was one group on the far right busy customizing piles of hot-pink costumes with bows and sequins. On the left side, a bunch of kids clutched wrinkled scripts in their hands, practicing until it was time to run through the first few songs. Miles looked up, and taking center stage was a group of no more than ten girls practicing what looked like stage choreography.

Regardless of what each group was working on, there was an urgency bordering on panic to their movements and voices. Miles thanked his past self for not signing up to be a part of it.

“Oh, thank god!”

A tall, stocky-looking girl wearing pink glasses scurried up to them, carrying a clipboard.

Joshua gestured towards Miles. “Here’s your guy! He’s got an eye for color, you’re in good hands.”

He gave a quick salute before turning to exit through the double doors.

The girl stuck out her hand. “I’m Sarah Park, junior, and student production manager for, uh, all of this!”

Miles accepted the handshake and nodded. “Cool. What’s your vision for the set?”

“Well, it’s…”

Before Sarah could finish, the lights dimmed, and a voice announced: “We’re gonna rehearse the opening, everyone in ‘Ohmigod You Guys’, please take your places!”

She grabbed Miles’ wrist and led him to a seat in the front row and whispered, “You should probably just see it.”

Suddenly, music boomed from the speakers as the stage lights illuminated the same girls from before, now all standing in a straight line across the stage with wide smiles.

They sang a number he didn’t recognize, but there was plenty of squealing as they passed down a blank sheet of paper as a prop. He deduced from the few lyrics he caught that they were playing sorority girls, but that was about it.

As the “Ohmigods” crescendoed, Miles noticed that there was someone entering from backstage that then stood behind the girls. He wondered what for, until the group parted and stepped to the side.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for who stood in the middle of the stage. In a blonde wig.

“It’s almost there, but…”

Miles’ jaw dropped as you recited your lines fully in-character.

It hadn’t occurred to him that you could smile without malice, but people were full of surprises: Here was the girl who rarely spoke more than a sentence in class until last week, belting her heart out while twirling across the stage. He would have pinned you as more of the debater type.

The song ended on one final “Oh my god!” in unison before the lights were turned back up.

“Great job, everyone, especially for a first run-through. Everybody take five!”

You sighed in relief, wiping away the sweat collecting around your hairline from being beneath a hot wig and an even hotter spotlight. Wig in hand, you carefully descended down the steps with the rest of the cast and made your way back to your seats.

Sarah brushed past you in between aisles, along with a familiar red hoodie.

You paused and spun around on your heel, confirming your fears.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales fic #moralesanhour

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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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I Think She Like Me.

Oc x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: smuttt, masterbation, gay shit, smoking, sexual confusion.

Summary:your girl crush wants you more than you thought.

Ps. This is my first girlxgirl smut so please give feedback and advice if y’all can! Also some of this is unedited but it’s late so I’ll do it later Lmfao.

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Raven.

Look at her. She was so. Damn. Fine. The way she applied pink tinted gloss to her already two toned pink lips had my thighs clenching, wishing she was in between them instead to halt them from closing, my very own honey flooding her tongue as she made it her mission to lick up every drop that spilled from this pussy, which she claimed belonged to her.

Just gawking at her like this made me confused. I was confused looking at her and her beauty, but something in me said I didn’t have to understand to admire, and I was fine with doing that without dissecting my feelings towards her, or any other woman for that matter.

“You got a staring problem” I hear from besides me, making me look back down at the assignment papers I was really supposed to be focused on. I heard Marlo sigh. “I’ve been talking for five minutes and all you can do is stare across the room! Who you thinkin’ bout’, shordy? Me?” My bestfriend teased, poking at my stomach. I chuckle and swat his hand away, pulling my crop top down to cover the place he poked.

Marlo wasn’t a fan of being ignored, especially by me. He demanded attention all the time like the extra drama king he was. You’d think he wouldn’t want any more attention with how racially ambiguous and confusing he looked as a whole, but I stood corrected.

“Cut it out. I’m just…thinking of ideas”

“What kind?”

I glare at him, getting ready to say something smart, per usual. “The kind that’ll get us both an A, nigga” He kisses his teeth, us both laughing because he knew he wasn’t gonna do any work that was helpful anyway. He was never any help during these group assignments, but I was use to it after two years of friendship. If it didn’t have anything to do with the frat he pledged to, or girls, he wasn’t interested.

“You know you ain’t shit for not helping me”

“Ain’t shiiiit?” He held his chest, gasping. “I provide the supplies, mamas. Ion need to help if I’m spending money”

“Yeah, yo ass need to buy us an A so I don’t have to work either” I shook my head, and he shrugs.

“Speaking of buying A’s, here comes bird chest and her AyE kAy aYes” he joked, making fun of the group of girls walking towards us, specifically pointing his insult at his ex, Alicia, and her new C cup titties.

I kept my giggles to a minimum and lowered my gaze to avoid any unnecessary looks from any of the girls that’d have my heart ready to jump out from my throat and onto the table in front of me. Obviously that was unsuccessful, Raven greeting me with a soft spoken “Y/N” while walking by me with a sultry sway, her dropping a paper besides my hand and sliding it into my main view before she made her way out of the cafeteria with the rest of her friends.

“Well damn, I’m invisible?” Marlo grumbled, his eyes following Raven just as intensely as mine. It was obvious we were both looking at her ass sitting up in that skirt. I took it upon myself to control my urges and turned away first to avoid any questions, picking up the flyer in front of me. Reading the paper that was just given, my eyes skimmed over the words to get the gist of what was going on, but before I could even finish, the paper was snatched out of my hand by Marlo, a devious smile on his face.

“Ouuu! Y’all havin a sleepover, how cute is that? A bunch of girls in ya’ girly little bras and laced panties, braiding each other hair and painting toes all night” his tone got more perverted as he went on, a disgusted groan leaving my mouth.

“You’re a pervert” I say, snatching the paper away and reading the rest of it. He laughs and peaks over my shoulder to read the rest of the paper. “It’s at Raven’s house? Matter fact, I think imma come” He smirks, but I shoved the paper back in his face before he could settle on that idea. “No boys allowed! Have fun beating your dick to the thought tonight though” Getting up from my seat, I excuse myself from the conversation by walking away. Marlo sucks his teeth and stands from his seat, walking the opposite direction of me.

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“Aye! Raven!” Marlo shouted, the girl stopping dead in her tracks. Letting out a sigh, she turns to him, a sassed hand placed on her hip. She could smell the bullshit a mile away. “Why do you always find me? What now, Marlo?” She asks, having no time for his daily shenanigans he always attempts to pull her into for some odd reason.

“You ain’t call me last night. Wassup wit’ that?”

“I gotta talk to you everyday now?”

His lip arched up and he looked at her up and down. “Ian askin’ you to cupcake wit’ a nigga, I’m just wondering why you ain’t call”

“Cause I didn’t have to…” she shrugs, looking around, waiting for the perfect time to exit. Marlo chuckles with no humor. “That’s how you act after you put the pussy on somebody?” He boldly mentions. Raven took all disrespect to him even approaching her, but talking about them fucking in public? A big no-no.

Raven squints, ready to bite his head off for mentioning their little “moment” together. “I told you not to tell nobody, and yet here you are, talking about it freely”

“I didn’t tell nobody, but why you don’t want nobody to know we fucked? It ain’t even that deep”

“It is! I don’t need everybody knowing who getting this pussy, and you not about to have my name out here” she huffs, frustrated that she even had to explain that to him. “I knew I shouldn’t have fucked wit’ ya’ ass! Y’all niggas chat more than women” she fussed.

Marlo kisses his teeth, waving her off. “Man, cut the bullshit. You probably got a nigga and don’t want word to get around”

Raven laughs, shaking her head. “Ain’t nobody worried bout no nigga, irritating ass. Now lemme get to my class ‘fo you make me late” Her accent became more pronounced the more irritant she got.

she turns to walk away, but Marlo was stubborn and was planning on bussin her down again by the end of the day, so he pulls her right back to place. With undeniable anger, Raven jerks away from him, her hot head traits popping out like never before. Too bad for her, Marlo was also quick to get loud.

They argued. Back and forth. Marlo’s Brooklyn accent over lapped with Raven’s Creole one, a loud, hot mix of cajun and tajin that would have never lasted in a relationship.

“You know what- I got sum fa’ you!” Raven said, her hand held up to the boys face. He immediately stopped talking, his head tilted and his eyes in a squint. “Whatchu got for me, ma? Huh?” He asks, his tone threatening, but Raven was unfazed.

“You’ll see when I’m fuckin’ ya’ friend” She smiles. Her statement was both a threat, and a promise, and Raven was a woman to always keep her word.

“…Excuse me?”

“You heard me” She stepped closer. Marlo only had one friend that Raven knew, and he knew that friend wasn’t on no freak shit like that. Or so he thought.

“That sleepover tomorrow night? I’m gonna fuck your best friend”. Marlo stood there, unimpressed with the threat. “Okay. You have fun with that, Raven” and with that, she walked away, leaving a salty Marlo in her dust.

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“Listen up, ladies! First task of Raven’s super summertime slumber party, we gotta take our shots. And no pretending, I’m willing to smell breath after this to make sure!” Raven announced, the girls laughing and taking their shots as soon as they were served to them. Everyone was packing into the kitchen to get their own drinks of choice, downing them with small “eck”s and “yuck”s leaving their mouths.

I shivered as I took my shot, patron being my choice of liquid death.

“Oh, you got balls” I heard from behind me as I finished my drink. I cleared my burning throat and turned, Raven giving me a soft smile as she took a small sip of her drink.

I paused, looking around to make sure she was talking to me. “Yeah, you” She confirms.

“No chaser?” She asks, grabbing at the punch bowl on the table next to her and pouring herself a little more of whatever spiked drink she had in her red solo cup.

“Yeah, no. I don’t do chasers” I answer, my energy becoming more reserved like I wasn’t just shaking my ass to the yinyang twins a few minutes ago.

“You like the taste of it without a chaser?” leaning closer to me, I feel her hand brush against my lower back, softly pushing me aside to grab a piece of chocolate that was offered out for everyone to take as they please. I nod, watching her take a bite of the Hershey kiss, then lick her lips to rid them of the droplets of alcohol and chocolate that didn’t make it into her mouth. I could only hope she knew what else she could do with that damn tongue.

“What else do you like? The smooth or the burning feeling?”

“Both..I like how it feels going down” I answer, and she smirks.

“I like how it feel going down too”

She hums, eyes trailing down my body. It was like she was only using the conversation as a way to freely steal glances. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was checking me out. “..Nice top by the way” Darting her eyes back up to mine, she takes another sip of her drink, then simply walks away.

‘What the fuck?’ I questioned myself. If I didn’t have my thighs clenched so tightly right now, I probably would have already had dampened my panties by now.

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Minutes later and there was music blasting, dancing, card games, but most importantly, and my favorite part, a blunt rotation. The blunt was passed around more than twenty times by now between me, Raven, and five other girls who decided to partake.

“I think I’m feelin it!” Tinesha gasps, smiling to herself. I chuckle at her reaction and take a strong pull from the blunt, passing it to Raven right after. She happily takes the blunt from me, her soft fingers caressing mine simultaneously to her taking the spliff from me.

I attempted to ignore all over her subtle, yet not so subtle movements and comments towards me. I felt like I was tripping for even thinking she was coming onto me. Maybe it was the shots and this blunt.

Weed smoke surrounded all of us, the taste of herb and alcohol parading my tongue. I blew smoke into the air and smiled, the girls around me cheering me on.

I felt my body relax in the couch as the minutes ticked by, the heat of Raven’s body next to me giving me a sort of comfort as I tried to find calm in my current space. I could physically hear my heartbeat in my ears now, and I was thinking about how bold I had to be to actually come to this sleepover, but it must’ve looked like I was geeking instead of panicking.

“You feelin it yet?” Raven asks, her leg making its way over mine. I felt her run her freshly done toes up my shin, her touch sending sparkling tingles through me. It was like my brain went into panic mode, my first thought being to jump up. Was she really coming onto me?

“We should go change for tonight!” I declared suddenly, the girls attention falling onto me. If I were them I’d look at me like I was crazy, but seeing that the weed was louder than a frat house, nobody saw a problem with my sudden urge to end the night. “Ouuu, yes! I bought us all these cute onesies to wear tonight for pictures” one of the girls exclaimed, standing up and running off to the living room to grab the clothing.

“I actually need to take another shower, so imma take this outfit change as an excuse” Tinesha spoke up, one other girl agreeing. A shower is just what I needed to cool me down. “I’ll take one too” I said, wiping my sweaty hands in my jean shorts. “I guess I’m taking a shower too” Raven says, smiling.

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Like I said before, a shower is just what I needed. The bathroom was huge, and the shower alone was bigger than any I’ve ever been in before. The water was hot, just how I liked it, and the water pressure was enough to send me to heaven. It honestly almost did when I was rinsing off with the detachable shower head and accidentally put it too low, the water grazing my clit ever so slightly, but it was still enough to make me let out a stifled moan as my knees buckled.

I had to quickly get out of there before I started something.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I grabbed the clothes that was given to me and exited out of the fogged up bathroom, walking through the long hallways of this house that was quite literally made for a princess. The house was huge, no doubt. Five bedrooms, a bathroom in each, outdoor pool, basement AND attic, even a kitchenette to compliment it all. I’d love to live in some big ass castle like this, but obviously it wouldn’t fall into my lap easily, and I wasn’t born with a silver spoon. Raven though? Born a heiress to both her parents fortune. Her mother was an accountant, and her father a successful realtor. She had it made.

I knew because I may have done some snooping on a few girls upon deciding whether I wanted to pledge AKA or not.

‘Damn, does this place end?’ I asked myself as I picked a random room to change in, assuming not all of them could have been occupied. Twisting the door handle, I walk in, but immediately stop in my tracks once I realized it was occupied, specifically by Raven.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I’ll go to another room-“

“No, come in! I don’t bite, I promise” she smiles, holding the towel up to her body.

“Y-..you sure?”

“Yeah! The rest of the rooms are occupied too so you might as well” I nervously chuckle. “All of them?

“All five, baby” She confirms, giggling.

I clear my throat and hesitantly walk into the room, my heart beating like a drum in my chest. “Close the door, silly. I don’t want just anybody seeing my goodies” she says, flipping her 26 inch bundles off of her shoulders.

I slowly close the door behind me with my foot, my arms clutching my clothes close to me. I had never been alone with her before, or any woman like this. Not this close, not this naked. I felt hot, and not in the heated way.

Easily slipping off her towel as if she wasn’t naked underneath it, she begins moisturizing her body with what I presumed to be oil. My hands fly up to my face at lightning speed and my clothes fell to the floor, a light gasp leaving my mouth at how it happened so quickly. I couldn’t tell if she was being promiscuous or if she was just that comfortable with me. Something told me it wasn’t the second option.

I heard her let out a shallow sigh, like she was tired of my reactions. “Raven I-“

“I want you to look….” She interrupts and I tilt my head, my hands still covering my eyes.

“What?”

“I said, I want you to look. You want to anyway. Cmon..” she pried. my breath was shaky as I slowly let my hands down, the girl continuing with her previous actions.

I had never been this open with women before, it shocked me how she was so free. Just last year I was convincing myself that I was straight. I was wrong. I don’t know what I am, but looking at the scene in front of me, it definitely ain’t that.

She rubbed oil over her torso and arms, her hands smoothing over her collar bones before making their way down to her titties. Round, brown, perky, pretty. She had tits models would die for. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention as her fingers caressed over them, her plump lips letting a moan slip right passed them. The touching was constant, her hands never leaving her body with her left hand sliding towards her freshly waxed pussy.

You could immediately see the glow and sheen the oil gave her lips as she used her entire hand to spread the oil over her before taking her middle finger and sliding it between her lips for a split second, a smirk growing on her face as I watched in almost a controlled state, not missing a beat.

“You wanna watch?” She asked. I didn’t even have to answer before she climbed into the bed and laid on her back, her ass slightly hanging off the bed with her legs spread wide, giving me a clear show of everything she had. Umber on the outside, rose pink on the inside. I couldn’t even help the jumping of my clit, my slick coating between my thighs as it had no barrier to stop it.

Ravens fingers danced around her slim body, one of her hands still working on tweaking her nipples as the other did as it pleased with her pussy, a singular finger playing with her pink button. She rubbed in circular motions with her jaw slack, breathy sighs leaving her mouth and moans following after. She could feel my urge to fall to my knees, but she gave me no permission.

Her juices her slowly pushed out of her as she clenched around nothing at all, her fingers tracing down to spread a little of what was urging to touch the sheets under her. She only rubbed faster from this point on. Her toes curled, and her moans picking up. her hips bucked upwards, and her legs shook. She came so gracefully with a constant lull of her head, her fringes falling into her face once she picked her head back up and looked at me.

“You like me…don’t you, Y/N?” She spoke suddenly, controlling her breathing.

“…yeah” I answer, nodding.

“So..can I make you cum tonight?”

“Yes, please” She smiles.

“Come lick me up and I’ll make you cum as many times as you want then”

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sachirobabe · 2 months

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Chapter 4

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 2758

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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Taglist: @merlucide, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu

"So?" Yaku sits down at the lunch table, slamming his lunch, making Kuroo jump a little in his seat.

"So what?" Kuroo pretends to not know what the blonde is asking for.

Yaku clicks his tongue, "Can you believe him?" He gets Kai's attention, "He doesn't shut up about this girl for almost 3 years and when he finally hangs out with her, suddenly he has nothing to say?!"

Kai chuckles, "I hate to say it Kuroo, but he's right."

"Shhh!" Kuroo looks around, making sure nobody is listening, "Will you shut your big mouth? Somebody will hear."

"Like everybody doesn't know." Kenma rolls his eyes.

"They don't! Only you guys do." Kuroo frowns.

"Not true." Yaku shakes his head.

"The other guys on the team know as well." Kenma says before focusing back to his phone. Kuroo continues to roll his eyes.

"Well, are you not gonna tell us?" Yaku says, still speaking very loudly.

Kuroo can't fight the smile creeping up on his face, just thinking of you makes his entire being swoon.

"He's blushing." Yaku nudges Kai, "God, you're so down bad." Kuroo ignores him and continues to eat his lunch.

"C'mon Kuroo, we've endured 3 years of you talking about her, just tell us what happened." Yaku is still determined to get this man to talk.

"After the captains meeting, we got some food and talked for a little." Kuroo stays quiet, remembering how pretty you looked the entire time you were with him. "She got onigiri and I payed, I wish I could've seen her surprised face again, it was adorable." He continued to ramble on.

Yaku was deeply invested on his captains love life, he listened to Kuroo go on and on about you.

"The way she had her hair suited her so well, and she even playfully nudged me, I swear my skin is shining from the spot where she touched me—" He goes to show his teammates the spot where you touched him, but he was interrupted.

"Okay okay, lover boy, I asked for how it went, not for you to declare your love to her for the millionth time." Yaku rolls his eyes, already hearing him talk about how pretty and nice you are.

"You asked, I'm simply just telling you how it went." Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest.

"No, I didn't ask for you to gush all over her." The blonde glares.

"Alright, doesn't matter." Kai intervenes, "What happened after eating?"

"I was going to walk her home, but we heard thunder so she quickly left before I could offer." Kuroo's smile falters a little.

"That's why you don't have a girlfriend." Yaku shakes his head.

"He doesn't have one cause all he does is talk about

Y/n, but never makes a move." Kenma quietly says. "You guys are being loud." He pockets his phone and begins to walk away from them.

"Who waits 3 years to finally talk to their crush? I thought you were more bold." Yaku goes on.

"You've never had one either." Kuroo rolls his eyes, "Plus I get nervous around her. Look at her."

Yaku and Kai groan, not wanting to hear him go on again. It's no hate to you, they think you're kind, but their friend is a wimp who is making them suffer by not doing anything to advance your guys' non existent relationship.

You're sitting on top of a desk near your coach, Himari right next to you as she chews on some pocky.

"Don't you guys have better things to do?" Coach Mori raises an eyebrow at the two of you.

"No." You both say in unison and she rolls her eyes, you two spend way too much time together. You're basically psychic.

"Tell us some drama." Himari has a glint in her eye.

"There is none. And if there was, I wouldn't be allowed to tell." Mori glares and continues to type on her computer.

"Aw, come one. Just a little? What about that guy you were talking to?" You swung your feet.

Mori turns in her seat, "What about the boys' captain?"

Himari looks confused, "Kuroo Tetsurou? He's cute."

"He's flirting with her." Mori points her finger to you.

"No way." Himari is baffled.

"What? You're delusional." You laugh. "He is cute, though." You whisper to Himari and she lightly pushes you.

"You should've seen them at the captains meeting."

"Bro, change the rules so vice captains can go, I need to see this." Himari laughs.

"We were being friendly!" You raise your hands as if it's obvious. "You never used to bug me about the previous captains."

"Because the previous captains didn't look at you the way he does." Mori rolls her eyes. "Now shoo, the bell is about to ring."

"Nothing is going on." You clarify and your coach plugs her ears, not wanting to hear any of it. "Can you believe her?" You say to Himari as the two of you walk out of class.

"I'd have to see for myself." Himari shrugs and you gasp.

"You believe her?" You feel betrayed.

"Mori is never wrong when it comes to guys." Himari says confidently.

"Oh yeah? Well she was wrong about the last guy she went on a date with, he stood her up." You furrow your brows.

"I meant for other people." She laughs, "Remember when Izumi got cheated on last year? Mori called it."

How could you forget, she warned her just by meeting the boy once. "Coincidence. I mean, look at him." You open the door for class and walk in.

"Or when she knew my cousin was gonna marry her boyfriend. After they dated for a week." She emphasized.

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh."

"She's never wrong. Now I know Kuroo Tetsurou has a crush on you." She winks and pokes your cheek. You continue to deny, you had just gotten to get to know him.

Classes trudged on, it was the second week and you're already sick of it. You were looking forward to practice today, the practice match with the boys had you almost on the edge of your seat.

The lineup you drew during the captains meeting was the one being used for this practice match. It wasn't completely set in place, your coach would make tweaks where ever needed.

You and a few other members began to change, you could barely hold your excitement, you were basically buzzing. Without a word, you quickly left the club room and made your way to the gym.

"She's happy." Misaki, your libero laughs.

"The girl's been begging for 3 years for this." Himari sighs, closing her locker and leaves.

A few boys were already in the gym setting up, you figured they had it down.

"Um, excuse me?" You hear a voice and turn, seeing Kenma stand before you. "Do you want us to put the net at the girls height?"

"No, the men's is fine. We practice with it anyway." You say and continue to look at the rotations on the clipboard. Kenma's a little surprised, but goes to the others to tell them to raise it a bit more.

"You seem ready." Coach Mori chuckles, taking her clipboard from you, "You got them down, don't worry."

"I was just memorizing the others', in case we get confused." You say.

"Go stretch." She rolls her eyes, you begin forming a small circle of your teammates as they slowly join.

"Wait so in the 2nd rotation I serve, but once we lose the point Rikako comes in for me?" Emi, your right side asks. Rikako was a first year, and a damn good one, her passes were amazing.

"Yeah, we need your serves." Himari says, watching you from the corner of your eye trying to decide who's got serve and who's receiving.

You jog back to your coach, who orders the team to huddle up. "We got serve." You say.

"You finally won a coin toss!" Aiko slaps your back, she was another passer.

"I don't always lose?" You frown, your coach gets all of your attention again and begins to go over rotations quickly.

"Go out there and play." Your coach breaks you all out and the starters head onto the court. You started off in the right front, Himari behind you with the ball, next to her was Keiko; a middle blocker, she was waiting for Misaki to sub in for her, Naomi was next to her in left back, Emi in left front, then Mei standing in front of the net, checking out the boys' heights. She was 6'1.

Kuroo started in the left front, then Kai, and Yamamoto in right front. Yaku was in right back for Inuoka, Kenma was in middle back, and Fukunaga was in left back.

Your coach hides her hand behind her back, telling Himari where to serve.

"You nervous?" Kuroo asks you from the other side of the net.

You scoff, "Not in the slightest." He smirks and pulls back to hide Kenma so he doesn't have to pass. You get ready to switch with Emi, as soon as the whistle blows you're in the left position with your arms ready by your head.

You watch the ball go over the net and aim for Kuroo, he passes the ball with ease, giving Kenma an easy ball to work with. You watch Kenma carefully, dissecting his every move.

His back was arched slightly in mid air, giving you the hint that he was going to give it to Yamamoto, "Right!" You yell and were correct when the ball left his hands.

You and Mei get ready to block him, she takes away his cross shot easily because of her insane height, meanwhile you were really only good for getting touches.

"Straight!" Naomi yells and prepares to receive the ball.

Yamamoto yells something you didn't quite catch, but he hits right through Mei's block, she wasn't expecting such a hard hit. The ball begins the fall short in front of Misaki, but she saves it with one hand.

"Himari, left!" You yell, knowing the original play was out of the question when the receive was wonky. Himari knows she can count on you, she sends the ball your way and you wait for the ball to reach its peak, then beginning your approach.

You may have been on the shorter side of your team, but you worked a ton on your vertical. You soar into the air, seeing Kai and Kuroo's strong arms, you decided to give it your all and try to break through the block.

Which you did, it landed in front of Kenma after it ricocheted off of Kai's hands. You land back down and begin cheering with your team.

"Nice save, my bad." Mei apologies.

"Don't worry, you'll get it." Misaki encourages.

"Great set as always, Himari." You smile, giving her a high five and she blows you a kiss as a joke.

"Nice job, ladies, get another Himari." Your coach nods to her. You roll the ball towards her and you face forward again.

You watch Kenma bring his team together and say a few things.

"I know you were scared to try and hit through my block." Kuroo sassily said, walking back.

"Oh please." You laugh. "I could any day."

"We'll see." He gives you a wink then goes back to pass.

The whistle blew and the ball was sent over, you perceptively watched Kenma, you knew he liked to play tricks with his eyes and fake body movement.

This time Yaku gave a perfect pass to Kenma and he sets it to Kuroo, he gives a powerful hit in between the gap of the block.

It slams right in between Misaki snd Naomi, both fail to get a hand on the ball.

"Sorry, I'll do a better job of closing the gap." Mei cringes at herself for such a stupid mistake.

"It's all good, focus on the next one." You pat her back.

"We'll do better too!" Naomi nods to Misaki.

"We're good guys, cmon let's go, next point." Himari says. The rallies were back and forth, to be honest you weren't really looking at the score too often, you were having so much fun despite how competitive you could get.

Point after point, you all learned something and were able to adapt for the next point. Both sides had great back and forth rallies, but ultimately, you lost the first set.

"Don't be too down, we've never played a boys team before. This is new." Your coach said.

"We're not too far off in height, it's mostly just Kuroo and Kai we have to worry about." Himari states, out of breath, but a huge smile on her face. You can tell she's having fun too.

"We got this next one, guys, let's go." You break the team out and begin the second set. This time your team is the one to back it up by one rotation. You're in middle front, Emi wasn't the best at receiving serves, so you pulled back to hide her further in the back.

You wipe your shoes to make sure they weren't slippery before getting into position. Yamamoto is now up to serve, you are now starting to question why Kenma wasn't their first server.

He serves to you, it was very powerful, but you were able to read it and direct it towards Himari, your arms stung a little after receiving it.

It was a perfect pass, so Himari went for the quick attack with Mei, which successfully made it over the net, despite Kuroo being amazing at blocking. It was received easily and thrown back at your team by Fukunaga.

The game ended with you guys taking the second set, but they took the third. You all shake hands, out of breath. Even though your team lost, you were happy to finally be able to play with the boys. It was definitely great practice for both sides.

"What happened?" Kuroo says, finding you after the practice match, you were drinking from your water bottle talking to your coach, a few members were taking down the net.

"I believe you lost a set." You shrugged and laughed. Your coach eyed the boy, watching his mannerisms with you.

"I believe you lost the game." He chuckled and you deadpan.

"Next week. Just you wait." You say, "Oh, I was meaning to talk to you about your lineup." He turns his head like a confused puppy. "Why don't you have Kenma serve first?"

"Yamamoto has a good serve." He says.

"You should try having Kenma serve, that way he gets more back row time and you'd have 3 hitters in the front for longer." You explain.

He thinks for a moment, "That could work. I'll tell coach." He smiles, "Thanks. You play good, by the way. I haven't been able to watch many matches, but I've heard some things."

"Bad things?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No," He laughs, "of course not. I've heard your hits are powerful and you read the ball well."

"Thank you, Kuroo." You say. "You know, we'd always go and support your games, but I see that's not reciprocated." You jokingly roll your eyes.

"Hey, cut us some slack," He chuckles, "We'll be present more often." He promises. Coach Nekomata calls Kuroo over and he gives you a small smile before leaving.

You're left with your coach and Himari, who you didn't realize came over to gossip with her sister. You deadpan looking at them.

"She's telling me what her great mind is predicting." Himari smiles widely.

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes. "I don't believe your so called gift."

"I'm never wrong, hun." Coach Mori shrugs and begins to pack up. "You're always welcome to ask for my opinion."

"Yeah sure." You narrow your eyes at her, "You ready?" Himari nods and takes one last sip of her water bottle before putting it with the rest.

"You FINALLY talked to her in person, wow." Yaku smiles at his tall friend.

"Will you be quiet?" Kuroo looks around.

"Everybody knows, dude." Yamamoto says, "I'm surprised she doesn't with how much you look at her." He laughs. "Can't blame you, though."

Kuroo turns his head so quickly at his teammate, "Nuh uh, you're not allowed to be jealous when you haven't done shit." Yaku laughs and walks away.

Kuroo rubs his forehead, his team was going to make his age so quickly with how much they stress him out.

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oh-meow-swirls · 1 year

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kinda funny how nate/katie's human friendships aren't focused on like. at all. n then when making 3 i guess they were like "let's give nate friends who aren't yo-kai actually. as a treat-"

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #he gets TWO besties #mostly just funny since yo-kai watch is about ~friendship~#but in 1 and 2 literally the only one of nate/katie's friends they hangout with at all is eddie #even though logically they'd be closer to katie/nate given that they're the romantic end goal???#i mean as far as i'm concerned they're besties but canonically they basically never interact #n when they do in the anime it's just nate being heterosexual n katie calling him average for whatever reason #n in the games it's like. they say hi to each other-#that's literally their whole interaction in 2 like #''hi nate'' ''hi katie''#n then you catch bugs-#why are all three of katie's besties boys. she needs more female friends-#i mean it's the opposite in the anime. she doesn't really seem to be friends with nate eddie n bear in the anime-#she's friends with nate actually. i think???#can you be considered friends with someone when basically the only interaction you have is calling them average #... anyways what was i talking about #oh right. nate gets TWO besties in 3. good for him

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Told Them (pt 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, grayson feels like a burden bc of his injuries, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (1/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.1 summary: the morning of the cookout and the seresins are getting ready

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3.2 pt 3.3

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Saturday was finally here, and Y/N was stressing out over everything.

“Kenni, did you pick your toys up out of the backyard?” She asked as she moved around the kitchen. “Yes, Mama.” “Did you get your toys out of the living room?” “Yes, Mama.” “Did you put them away, away?” Nothing. “Kennedy, did you put your toys away?” “I put them in my room.” Y/N shrugged, “Good enough for now. They won’t go in there.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, slow down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. People won’t show up until three.”

Turning to Jake, Y/N threw her dusting rag at him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make sure the house is clean.” He laughs with a shake of his head and throws the rag back at her, “Whatever you say.”

Grayson’s voice cut through the morning cartoon his sister was watching, “Dad!” “Yeah?” “Could you bring me a water?” Jake turns to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle out of it, “Be there in a second!” “Kay, thank you!”

ake placed the cold bottle on the back of his wife’s neck. “Jacob!” He chuckled, “Let me get this to Grayson and then I’ll help.” “Thank you, Honey.” “Of course.”

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After Y/N and Jake cleaned the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, and picked up the backyard they got the kids ready.

Now yes, Grayson was 16 but he also just got home from the hospital and needed someone just in case.

“Ken, do you have an outfit picked out to meet Daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked, walking into the living room from outside. She shook her head. Y/N nodded, “That’s okay. Do you want to pick it out yourself, do you want Mama and Daddy to help you pick, or do you want Mama to pick?” “Can you and Daddy help me pick? I want them to like it.” “Princess, they’re gonna love it. They saw a photo of you the other day and they can’t wait to meet you,” Jake said as he squatted in front of her.

“I’m right here, Dad,” Grayson teased. Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “They can’t wait to meet you either kiddo.”

Y/N looked between her son and her husband. “Hey, Kenni, why don’t you go up and pick out three pairs of bottoms and three shirts? Daddy and I will be up in a minute.” The five year old nodded and happily ran up the stairs on all fours. Y/N shook her head laughing, “That girl…” “She’s your daughter, for sure.”

“Grayson, did you pick something out or were you just gonna wing it about thirty minutes before?” Grayson sighed, “Mama, my clothes are upstairs. I can’t go upstairs. But I do have an outfit in mind.”

Y/N nodded, “Okay. Well let us get Ken sorted out and then will get your clothes for you okay, just send me the clothes you want.” He nodded, “Okay.” “Change the channel if you want,” Jake said when he stood up.

Both Y/N and Jake headed up the stairs.

“Do they know?” Y/N asked when they got to the top of the stairs. Sighing, he shook his head, “No, but I wasn’t gonna tell them without you.” She nodded, “Okay, do they even know he’s 16?” Jake shook his head, “I’m honestly not sure how old they think he is.” Y/N let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders. “I know you’re nervous. But they are going to love all of you. They will not give two shits, okay. If I thought they’d have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have wanted you to meet them. Your happiness and the kids’ happiness are my top priority.”

She nodded, “I know. I love you.” He kissed her, “I love you too. Now, let’s go see what Kennedy has picked out for herself.”

When they got to their daughter's room, she was actually cleaning but had the 3 outfits on her bed.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Kennedy just shrugged, “Putting toys away. I picked outfits, so I put my toys away.” Both of her parents smiled at her.

Kennedy usually found things to busy herself with if she had to. She got that from Jake; ‘I did a task, let me see what else I can do while I still have the energy to do it.’

“Thank you, Sweetheart. Good job,” Y/N praised her daughter. They had learned when Grayson was little that praise encourages them to do things like this without really having to be asked.

“Let’s see what you’ve got picked out, okay?” Jake said as he lowered himself to the floor. Y/N sat right by the bed and looked over what she had picked out. Kennedy came over and sat in Jake’s lap.

“Okay, how do we wanna do this?” Kennedy just shrugged. Y/N nodded, “Alright. Let’s tackle the bottoms first. Do you want to wear a skirt or shorts?” Kennedy hesitated, “Hmmm, shorts.” Y/N sat the skirt aside. “Okay, and do you want jean shorts or shorts like Mama has on?” Jake asked, referring to the athletic shorts Y/N had on. “Jean.” Y/N pulled down the jean shorts and put them in her lap.

“Which shirt do you want? Captain America, cow, or plane?”

Kennedy adored Captain America, mainly because he reminded her of her dad; which is the cutest thing. The ‘cow’ shirt was actually a University of Texas ‘Longhorn’ shirt that her aunt sent her for her birthday. Then the ‘plane’ shirt was actually one of Y/N’s old shirts, with a tiny paper airplane on it, that her mom made into a shirt for her granddaughter. And underneath it says ‘h_ng-girl’ because Kennedy loves her dad.

“Plane!” She said excitedly. Y/N smiled, glancing at Jake who was smiling down at his daughter. “Alright, sweet pea, let's put it on and see what Daddy thinks,” Y/N said, getting up and holding her hand out. “No peeking,” Kennedy said as she got up. Jake laughed and covered his eyes, “No peeking.”

Y/N quickly changed her daughter’s clothes, “Okay, you can look now, Jake.”

Jake slid his hand down his face, arching a brow as he looked over. “Princess, you look beautiful.” Kennedy giggled and ran to her dad, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Ken, do you want to help get Bubba's clothes and take them to him?” She nodded and followed Y/N out of the bedroom, Jake not too far behind.

Grabbing what Grayson had texted her out of his drawers, Y/N handed the items to her daughter, “Will you go give these to Grayson, sister?” Kennedy nodded, wrapping her arms around the sweat-shorts and black t-shirt before running out of the room.

“Kennedy, be careful! Do not run down the stairs!” Y/N called out, peeking out the door frame just to see Kennedy slide downstairs on her butt.

She groaned and rested her head on Jake’s chest, “That girl is you made over I swear.” Jake chuckled and kissed the top of her head, “You love it.” She hummed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “That I do.”

Placing a kiss to his chest, Y/N pulled back, “I’m gonna shower. You go help Grayson, and then you shower while I’m getting ready.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jake mock saluted and kissed her.

Jake went to the living room where Grayson was still propped up on the couch, watching something on the TV. “You ready?”

Grayson jumped a little, startled by Jake’s sudden presence in the room. “Uh, yeah.” He moves to push himself up off the couch, but Jake stops him. “Grayson,” Jake helped him get to his crutches before grabbing the clothes off the couch.

“How are your ribs?” “A little sore, I need to put ice on them but I can do that after I change.” Jake nodded and followed him to the guest room and waited outside after placing the clothes on the bed.

It was silent for a minute before Grayson spoke, “Hey Dad?” Jake could hear the anxiety in his voice. “What’s up, kid?” He heard him sigh. “Grayson, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just- I feel like I’m gonna be a major buzzkill.” “They’ll understand, Gray.”

“Um, hey, could you come in here?” Jake glanced at Kennedy who was curled into a pillow watching the movie that was on. “Yeah.”

Grayson was sitting on the bed, “Could you, uh, could you help me with my shoes?” Jake nodded and knelt down, sliding the socks onto Grayson’s feet.

“God, I feel like a child.” “Technically, you are.” Jake chuckled and looked up, clearing his throat when he saw the unamused look on his son’s face. “Not helping, got it.” Grayson groaned and rubbed his face.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Grayson hit the mattress with his hands, “I just- I hate this. And it’s only been 6 days, Dad. 6 days!” “It’s hard, I remember when your mom was on crutches, she hated it.”

“I feel useless, you know. Like I can’t help you or Mom around the house. Mom can’t go to work because I can’t do anything for myself… it sucks.” Jake nodded, listening to his son talk and jerked his head up when Grayson sniffled.

Jake abandoned the shoe in his hand and sat beside him. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Grayson used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head, confused, “Why are you sorry?” “For getting upset about this. For being a burden.”

Jake held his hand up, “No, that is not what we’re gonna do. You are allowed to be upset, son. This is a difficult adjustment for everyone. But never, ever think you are a burden for something that is not your fault. You got hit, you had the right of way and someone hit you. This is not your fault.”

“But Mom has to do everything for me! She’s going to have to cancel clients to babysit me because I can barely do anything for myself. She’s gonna be losing money for weeks!” “Her clients will understand,” Jake tried to reason. Grayson just shook his head.

“How about we talk more about it later with your mom? We can work something out, but right now let’s focus on tonight, yeah?” Jake offered. Grayson took in a shaky breath, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Jake smiled and moved to put Grayson’s shoe on. “Have you told Mom about any of that?” He shook his head, “No, she’s already doing so much, I didn’t want to pile on..” “Okay, we’ll make sure to talk about it later okay?” Grayson nodded and stood up with assistance from his crutches.

Jake got him an ice-pack and a towel before going upstairs to shower.

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Upstairs, Y/N had showered and was braiding her wet hair, before putting on light makeup. “Looking good, pretty girl,” Jake said as he walked by, smacking her towel covered butt. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Jake turned the shower on, “Grayson’s having a hard time.” Y/N sighed as she tied the small elastic in her hair. “Says he feels bad for not helping around the house,” Jake said as he undressed before stepping in the shower.

She grabbed her mascara and opened it, “He shouldn’t, it’s not his fault.” Jake stepped under the stream, “I know. I told him as much. But it didn’t change his mind. He also feels like a burden because you’re gonna have to take time off from work to take care of him.” “That boy…” She sighed and closed the mascara. “I told him that we’d talk about it later tonight.” “Sounds good.”

Y/N walked out and into their bedroom, getting dressed in a matching set of underwear.

She stepped out into the hall and at the top of the steps, but out of view, “Kennedy?” “Yeah Mama?” “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

No words were said but she could hear Grayson chuckle as Kennedy’s bare feet slapped the floor as she ran to the stairs, climbing them.

Kennedy ran past her mom, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The five year old climbed up on the bed and sat down. Y/N kissed her head and went to the closet. She pulled down a sundress and stepped back into the room, “Dress? Yes or no?” Kennedy tilted her head, “Put it on!” Y/N laughed, “Oh, so you want a fashion show?” Her daughter giggled and nodded.

Shaking her head, she slipped it off the hangar and then over her head. “What do you think?” Kennedy took her pointer finger and made a circle motion, something she learned from her dad.

Y/N laughed and spun in a circle. Kennedy once again tilted her head and tapped her chin. She ultimately shook her head, “Not tonight Mama.” Y/N quickly took it off and put it back on the hangar.

She went back into the closet and tapped her chin in thought. “Ken, do you want to pick out what I try on?”

Two little feet thumped on the floor and a blonde blur was at her side soon after.

“Let’s choose pants first,” Y/N said as she picked her up. She went to the pants section of the closet and Kennedy ran her hand over the hangars. The little girl closed her eyes and went a few more seconds before stopping, “These!” She did her best to pluck the hangar of the rod.

It was a pair of light wash overalls that were distressed all over the front of the leg. Y/N took the pants from Kennedy, “Oooo, these are nice! Good choice. Now, let’s pair it with a shirt.”

She took the hangar from her daughter and placed the article on the bed before going to her drawers. She put Kennedy down and pulled open the drawer.

Y/N had a few shirts that she wore with those pants, so she grabbed them and laid them out.

“Okay, I want you to pick one of these shirts for me to try on. Think you can do that, Kenni?” She nodded, eyes already scanning the shirts. She grabbed a ribbed white tank-top and held it out to her mom. Smiling, Y/N ruffled the girl's hair, receiving an annoyed whine in return, “Thank you, honey.”

She put on the outfit and looked at Kennedy, who was smiling and nodding. “Yeah? This it?” Kennedy nodded, “Wait!”

She ran to the chair by the bathroom door, and grabbed the button-up that was on it, “This!” Y/N laughed, “Sweetheart, that’s Daddy’s.” “And? Put it on!” She shook the shirt, urging her mom to take it. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and put it on, cuffing the sleeve of the green denim shirt.

Y/N walked over to the full body mirror and adjusted the shirt, bending over to cuff the legs of her overalls.

“Mama, you look pretty! Doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Y/N turned to her daughter, seeing Jake drying his hair with a towel. “You’re Mama always looks pretty, K.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, “I know that, silly. But-” She gestured to her mom, “Look at her!” Jake chuckled and kissed his daughter’s forehead before going to his wife and doing the same.

“You look gorgeous, Honey.” Y/N hummed and kissed his lips, “Thank your daughter, she has impeccable taste.” Jake smiled and kissed her temple, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Before anything else could be said, Kennedy pulled on Y/N’s pant leg, “Can you do my hair, please?” Y/N nodded, “Of course, baby.”

She turned to Jake, “All of your clean underwear and undershirts are in the basket still.” “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he pecked her lips and spun her. “Now go, so I can get dressed.” Y/N scoffed, but giggled afterwards and nudged Kennedy out of the room towards the kids’ bathroom.

“How do you want it done?” Y/N asked as she sat Kennedy on the counter. “Like the blonde Black Widow.” “Yelena?” Kennedy nodded, “Yeah, her!” “Okay, so you want the braids?” She nodded. “Alright, do you want to brush it or do you want me to brush it?” “You, please.” Y/N smiled and picked up the brush and did her daughter’s hair.

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After doing her daughter’s hair she went downstairs, daughter on her hip.

“Daddy, Gray! Look, my hair is like blonde Black Widow!” Grayson smiled, “It looks great sister. Do you want to watch Black Widow with me?” Kennedy nodded adamantly and wiggled out of her mom’s hold.

“Your hair looks amazing, Princess. Mama did a good job didn’t she?” Kennedy nodded as she gently cuddled into her brother’s uninjured side. “Yeah, thank you Mama!” “You’re welcome, sweetie. Dad and I will be in the kitchen if you need us okay?” Both kids nodded as the opening to Black Widow played.

“Wait,” Grayson called, reaching to his side. “Could you put this back in the freezer?” Y/N nods and takes the ice-pack, “Course, when will you need it again?” “Probably right before I go to bed. If it hurts at all I’ll let you know.” She nods and she and Jake go to the kitchen to begin prep.

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justanotherninjagoblog12 · 5 months

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Finding them after the merge

Gender neutral reader

Some are longer than others

Also, Jay remembers you but you're the only one he remembers

One more thing Cole, Lloyd and Zane will be a separate part because I'm writing this late at night and can't come up with anything for them right now

Characters included in this Jay, Y/n, Nya and Kai

Kai

You were making your way back to Ninjago when you happened to pass by some mountains on the way back to Ninjago. When you heard a commotion. It sounded like fighting and you were going to ignore it that was until you heard a voice yell " BRING IT ON YOU OVER GROWN LIZARDS!" You froze in your tracks you knew that voice anywhere it was the voice of your fiery hothead boyfriend. " Welp I guess Ninjago will just have to wait. " You muttered before going towards the voice. Only to be stopped by muddy rocky creatures when you got close to Kai's voice . " Who go's there?" One of the creatures asked pointing it's sphere at you. You raised your hands up in surrender. " I mean no harm I just thought I heard someone I know over here. " You replied. " There are none of your kind here leave." One of the creatures replied and you turned to leave. That is until you saw something out of the corner of your eye a male with spiky hair showing off to some of the creatures. You took off running towards the male with the creatures chasing you the male turned around just in time to see the commotion and get tackled into a hug by you. " KAI IT'S REALLY YOU I WAS STARTING TO LOSE HOPE I'D SEE YOU AGAIN!" You yelled a little bit to loudly while hugging him. Kai stood there in shock for a few seconds before hugging you back. " Y/n is that really you?" Kai asked. " Yes porcupine, it's really me." You replied . " Hey what did I say about calling me a porcupine?" Kai asked pretending to be hurt you rolled your eyes and kissed him he kissed back. Kai then explained to the craglings the name of the creatures how you weren't a threat .

Nya

You didn't find her she found you while looking for the dragon cores. You had been staying with Arrakore a djinn, which with what happened with Nadakhan probably wasn't the best idea. Arrakore had found you injured and unconscious and took you in. You of course were very weary and didn't trust him at all at first but over time the two of you eventually gained each other's trust. You laugh as a dragon ran up to Arrakore. " An old friend of yours Arrakore?" You asked between laughter. " I don't know why I keep you around. " Arrakore replied looking at you. " Because your lonely and secretly enjoy the company. " You replied smirking. A young girl probably somewhere in her teens came into the cave followed by a baby dragon and a woman. The woman was wearing a light blue ninja gi and a light blue mask. You and the woman had a few awkward moments of eye contact before she pulled down her mask " Y/n?" The woman asked. " Nya? NYA!" You exclaimed happily running over to her. Nya punched . " That's for scaring me when I couldn't find you. " Nya said then pulled you into a kiss. " That's for everything else. " She finished. " So are you going to introduce us?" The teen girl asked. " Oh right Sora this is my partner Y/n. Y/n this is Sora. " Nya said. " Nice to meet you kid." You said smiling at Sora.

Jay

You wandered down the halls of the building it was so big and you, Lloyd and Arin had all gotten separated. You hoped one of them had found the dragon core you three had come for. You were muttering to yourself as you continued to wander the halls not really paying attention to where you were going when you bumped into someone's back. " Hey watch where you're.........Jay?" You asked as the male turned around he wasn't wearing his blue ninja gi instead he was wearing a black suit and dark blue tie. " can I help yo...... Y/n?" Jay asked as his eyes met yours. Jay could see the hesitate in your eyes he smiled softly and encouragingly as he opened his arms. He still had the same smile the smile you had missed the past few years. The smile that made your heart race it was him it was your Jay. " Jay....." You said crying happy tears as you walked into his arms. " I missed you so much my love. " You said crying tears of joy and Jay leaned down and kissed your temple softly. " Not a day went bye that I didn't think about you. " Jay muttered to you. " That's cheesy Walker you're a dork." You muttered still hugging him. " Yeah but I'm your dork." Jay replied. " That you are Jay that you are. " You replied happy to have your soul mate back.

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

based on this request

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

requests open

not proofread

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

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luvv-nikki · 5 months

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Snowfall

Pairing: Highschool!Soobin X Gender Neutral!Reader (I THINK..)

Genre: fluff

WC: 707

Warnings: kissing, super cheesy

Summary: You and Soobin are deathly in love with each other and everyone knows but you two.

A/N: Whatever expectations you have for this story lower then because I had it in the beginning and then I lost it in the middle and just ended it however (that’s why it’s so short).

You and Soobin were the most oblivious people placed on planet Earth. Everyone knew the two of you were in love and subtly flirting with each other, besides the two of you. It didn’t help that both of you were deathly awkward and quiet. It was a miracle that you two had one of the tightest bonds in school.

You were sitting in the library doing your work when a hot chocolate was placed next to you. You looked over at your best friend and smiled, but upon seeing his appearance, your smile turned into a small giggle. “What?” He asked, a small smile growing on his face too. “Am I really that ugly?”

You immediately shook your head, looking into his eyes, though it was hard not to focus on the glasses falling down his face. “You just look like you just rolled out of bed. It’s cute.” You replied, and Soobin’s ears turned red. In truth, he did just roll out of bed. As soon as you texted him you were doing work in the library, he rolled out of bed and threw on his clothes without thinking twice. He pushed his glasses up and sat next to you, though the two of you didn’t say much for the rest of the time unless it was about the work.

“It’s getting late. Can I walk you home?” Soobin asked, and you looked out the window, seeing it was in fact getting late. You nodded, and the two of you cleaned up before leaving the library. The two of you walked for a little before you pointed out the sunset, now that the sun was starting to go down and the snow continued to fall. Winter definitely wasn’t your favorite month; it was way too cold. You shivered, and Soobin definitely didn’t fail to notice. Without a word, he took your hand and scooted you closer to him before interlocking his gloved fingers with your bare ones.

“You should really start dressing more for the occasion.” He said before looking down at you. You watched as the snowflakes landed on his face, not realizing you were staring a little longer than you intended. You could feel yourself getting flustered, but you didn’t say anything; you just nodded in agreement as the two of you kept walking through the city. The silence between you two was never awkward; the two of you didn’t have to talk along as long as you were together. It’s always been that way since you guys met and had that immediate connection. You were so wrapped in your own thoughts you didn’t even hear Soobin until he said it a second time. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?"

“Sure, what is it?” You answered, looking over at him.

“What if, hypothetically speaking, I asked you out?" He asked, causing you to get flustered all over again.

“What?” You squeaked, causing him to chuckle.

“You know, it’s stupid; forget it. I was talking to Kai and Jun, and they were saying that you liked me, but I was being too oblivious to notice.” He said shaking his head with a smile. “It’s dumb, isn’t it?"

You didn’t reply for a little. This was your chance, wasn’t it? “What if, hypothetically, I said yes?” You whispered, and he stopped, causing you to stop too.

“You mean it? Do you have feelings for me?” He asked, watching as you looked up at him but didn’t say anything. "Hypothetically, what if I wanted to kiss you right now?” He asked, and you smiled.

“I would let you, hypothetically." You replied, and he smiled back at you before cupping your cheek and slowly leaning in as if he were nervous. You closed the gap and kissed him, causing him to gasp. He kissed you back, but it didn’t last long since the two of you couldn’t stay serious and started laughing.

He pulled away, patting your head softly. “I was just joking, but I guess you do really like me.” He whispered, and you nodded. He pulled you closer into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “I like you too.” He muttered. You slowly hugged him back, feeling the snowfall on both of you.

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invidiia · 10 months

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Me. I want a darker part 2 of Tachihara x shy/quiet reader. (Not forcing)

i can be your best yet future favorite regret.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "d-a-r-k, do it my way." 𖤐 yandere tachihara x reader

tachihara is tired of stalking you. sure - he loves how shy and quiet you are, but in his opinion, no one else should be able to see you that way. he wants to be the only one.

m.list // now playing

[ a/n ; HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAA i lobe waterparks giys i looobe water0pralsmvv, ignore my tachihara headcanons about how i think his room would look like, and i'm also sorry abt the end being a lil rushed, something shitty happened as i was finishing and yeahh ]

[ warning ; yandere, stalking, kidnapping, obsessive themes, pm!reader, rejection ]

it was a few days after the little date between you and tachihara, and he was restless. he really did love you.

tachihara usually followed you around, going unnoticed while you shopped for things that caught your eye. he was used to seeeing you in random stores in the mall, looking for pretty candles, or shopping for jewelry that you liked.

more times than often, you'll see the exact jewelry you looked at sitting on your desk in a nicely wrapped box. wasn't this too expensive to get? did you buy it and not remember? or was this a gift? it had no notes attached, so who got this?

nonetheless, it was for you, and you found yourself wearing a beautiful sapphire ring on your fingers often. you even wore it on your little date with tachihara! it took almost everything in him not to brag about how he got it for you, but he did compliment it!

you didn't talk a whole lot during the date. tachihara didn't think you would, so he talked enough for both of you! he was so nice, but you just didn't see him the way he saw you.

tachihara was surprised when you turned him down.

"wait, why?" the orange-haired man's confused expression was what you saw when you looked up at him, before quickly looking back down at the floor. "i thought you liked the gifts."

you put your hands up to tell him the truth. "no, no! the gifts were nice, it's just-" tachihara unintentionally interrupted you while you explained. "was it something i said? i'll fix it, i promise."

"let me talk!" the other fell silent. "i just don't see you that way! i wanna be your friend, not.. that!" you stammered out nervously, watching tachihara's expression change.

tachihara nodded, seemingly getting your point now. "you're right, ah.. just forget i told you that, 'kay? i still wanna be your friend.."

and the two of you left it at that. you agreed to keep being friends, but tachihara was distant for a few days. he avoided you like the plague! maybe it was best to just forget about him for now, and you'll talk later. instead, you could go hang out with higuchi and gin! they're both cool as hell anyway, it's not hard to make new friends. maybe it'll help you come out of your shell.

where were you again?

it was someplace new. a darker room, but you could make out a bunch of posters of rock band logos on them pinned to the walls. all the lights were off except for a lamp on a dresser somewhere in the corner. it was dim so you couldn't make out anything beside a few things around it. the room was actually pretty cool, aside from the fact that it wasn't yours.

"hey, wait," a familiar voice called out to you while you tried to sit up. a cold metal slammed against your wrist, keeping you in place. "don't move for a sec, 'kay?" tachihara's voice.

"what happened..? who did this?" you couldn't remember anything from before you passed out, so you assumed someone knocked you out on a mission or something.

your vision was blurry, but you could see a head of orange hair hovering above you. and even though you couldn't tell, tachihara had a worried look on his face. "i mean, it was me.. but it's fine! just chill out for a few, i'll explain later," tachihara sighed, taking your shoulders and moving you to sit up so you wouldn't pass out again.

"let me get up myself," you tried to raise your hands and slap his away, but you still couldn't move your hands, or legs for that matter.

tachihara sat you up, reaching a hand towards your face to rub your eyes for you, since you couldn't. "look, i'm sorry," now you could see clearly and look at the face in front of you. "why would you.." tachihara spoke when your voice trailed off. "i brought you here cause i still love you, i don't just wanna be your friend. i know you don't want it, but i just.." he didn't know how to tell you he wasn't giving you a choice in nicer wording, but you both knew it was what he meant to say.

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A fresh start (1) - Support Group memories

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1

Pairing: Pre-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, plus-sized reader, mentions of loss of loved ones, support group, meet cute

A/N: This part takes place in the past. It’s how they met and a short prologue.

A fresh start masterlist

16.666 followers ‘16 days of requests’ celebration

Two years after the blip, support group meeting, …

“Welcome to our support group,” you shyly glanced up at the tall man holding out his hand. “I have never seen your face here before. Do you want to have a seat? We got tea and some cookies. I think Cherice will bring cake today.”

“I-uh,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I heard about this group. I thought…maybe I can support you too. I got a bakery across the street and made some cupcakes.”

You pushed the box filled with cupcakes into his hands. “I got cupcakes and some cookies. I know from my granny that people get hungry after talking. I mean…she was…Everyone came to my granny with their problems. She always had an open ear for them. Now she’s gone…”

“I’m sorry to hear, Y/N,” he softly said. “I wish we could’ve done more.”

“OH! No…no,” you shook your head. “My granny didn’t get dusted.” You gave Steve a weak smile. “She died a few weeks before all of this happened. At least I can visit her grave. I can talk to her and…” You sighed deeply. “I came here because I want to help. My granny would’ve done the same.”

“I’m Steve and we gladly have you around, Y/N. Do you want to help me with the chairs? The others aren’t here yet.”

“O-kay,” you looked the man up and down. He was a tall and handsome man, with his blue eyes, pink and plump lips, and the thick bead framing his face. He reminded you of someone, but this couldn’t be. Or could it?

“Great.”

“Do I know you?” you asked before you could stop your tongue. “Sorry, it’s just you remind me of someone but I’m bad at memorizing names.”

“Guilty,” he laughed nervously.

“It is really you?” you gasped. “Captain…thank you for your service.” Without thinking twice, you hugged Steve, holding him tightly. “Sorry…it’s just…we all saw the pictures and you fought so hard for all of us. So…thank you.”

God, you felt so stupid. How could you just pounce on Steve Rogers? Captain America in flesh and blood.

“It’s fine,” he softly said while running his hand over your head. “No one thanked me for failing them. I let the world down.”

“Captain, you didn’t fail us,” you hastily said. “You and your friends fought so hard.” You teared up. “We all lose sometimes. It’s just the way this world works. Sometimes you win, other times you lose.”

He smiled. Steve didn’t know how long it has been since he smiled. But right there, in this very moment, it felt right to smile.

“Still, I wasn’t strong enough.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

“No, you—” looking at each other, like you are the only two people you didn’t recognize the room filled with the members of Steve’s support group.

“OH! We forgot about the chairs, Steve.”

The spell was broken when you turned around to help the others with the chairs. Steve watched you for a moment, a content smile on his lips.

“Please welcome Y/N, our newest member,” Steve introduced you to his support group. “She lost her grandmother before the snap. Y/N was kind enough to bring us cupcakes and to offer her support.”

“I remember your grandmother,” Semira, your former neighbor’s daughter said. You remember the cocky girl too. She always listened to the same song and sang along. “She was kind. Always was there for us.”

“She liked you too, Semira,” you whispered. You always were a little shy around too many people, or in general. But at that moment, with everyone staring at you, including Captain America, you felt even more nervous. “Granny was the heart of Brooklyn.”

“Do you want to talk about your grandmother, Y/N?” Steve asked. “Whatever you tell us will stay within these walls.”

“I only came here to help. You all lost so much more,” you dropped your gaze. “Please continue. I’ll get more tea and coffee for all of you.”

After the other members of the support group left, you and Steve cleaned the room for the next group.

“If you want to, you can tell us more about your grandmother next time,” Steve broke the comfortable silence.

“It’s fine,” you gave him a weak smile. “This is a support group for survivors who lost their loved ones in the blip.”

“We support everyone,” he looked down at you, features softening as he could see the hesitation in your eyes. “Or we can talk after the meeting if you want to, doll.”

Your cheeks heated up at the cute nickname. “I don’t want to waste your time. You already do so much. This world is…different now. Colder. Harder. You are a light in the darkness.”

He smiled. Again. For the third time that day.

“I lost my two best friends in the blip and Tony…we don’t know what happened to him. Maybe he got dusted too. I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you grasped for his hands. “You lost so much and yet; you blame yourself for a fight all of us lost. Not only you.”

“Doll, it was my fault. I failed all of you.”

His eyes dropped to your hands holding his so larger ones.

“Maybe you need to take your own advice and talk about your feelings more. You listened to all of them but didn’t give away what’s hurting your heart.”

“Maybe you can listen to me from now on?” he asked, making your heart flutter. “I know we barely know each other. But I can talk to you better than to the people I know for so many years.”

You chewed on your lower lip. “If you want to, you can visit me at my bakery. I live upstairs.”

“I’d like that,” he said, offering you another smile.

After that day Steve and you became friends.

He often visited you at your bakery and you joined him at the meetings. If only to support the members and your friend.

You talked for hours after the meetings, sharing your feelings. Steve was a constant in your life for almost three years.

Until one day he said something making you fear for his life.

“We know how to undo the blip…”

>> Part 2

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Henry 6th

GreenSchool!NaJaemin x GreenSchoolfem!reader; 1.4k words, taglish fic

WARNING: this short fic contains smut (pwp, oral sex, and protected sex) and the use of foul language!

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: what happens when you decided to stay at your campus library?

A/N: omg this is my first ever work 🥹. This fic may contain typo and grammatical errors. Anw, I hope you enjoy reading and lemme know your thoughts! 🫶

MINORS DNI!!!

DISCLAIMER: all names, characters, and settings in this work are fictious. Any resemblance are entirely coincidental.

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Ilang oras ka ng walang tulog.

Buong gabi ka nag-aral para sa Accounting exam mo at ‘di ka pa nakakabawi ng tulog dahil katatapos lang din ng 3-hour lecture mo.

“Finally, natapos din ang accounting exam at lecture natin” bulong sayo ng best friend mo habang nag-uunat ng buto. “Oo nga eh, pero honestly I think bagsak pa rin ako sa quiz na ‘to” halata ang lungkot sa boses mo habang inaayos ang gamit para umalis na ng classroom. “Hayaan mo na bestie, bawi na lng tayo sa susunod”.

Totoo naman kasi, sobrang demanding ng Accountancy program sa school na pinasukan mo. Fast paced kasi ang curriculum dito at may retention grade pa. Favorite lang ata ni Lord ang makakapasa sa gantong systema ng Green School eh!

“Okay lang ba na mauna na ako umuwi sa’yo? Gusto ko ng bumawi ng tulog eh” tanong ng kaibigan mo habang naglalakad kayo palabas ng Yuchengco building. “Sure no worries sis! I’ll just go to Henry to finish some minor requirements and maybe take some sleep“ sabi mo before walking away to kill some time before your next class.

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Nandito ka ngayon sa 6th floor ng Henry Sy Sr. Building also known as The Learning Commons upang tapusin ang iyong requirements ng magulat ka ng may kumausap sa’yo.

“Hi excuse me, is this seat taken?” the stranger asked you in which you shook your head as a response. “Oh if ganon, is it okay if I share a table with you? There are no vacant tables left kasi” he explained to you.

Napaisip ka naman kung bakit hindi na lang siya umakyat sa upper floors pero pagtingin mo sa kaniya, ay puta ang pogi pala ng kausap mo! “Uh….yeah sure” sabi mo ng may halong hiya at kilig.

It is around 30 minutes after your interaction that you finished your requirements and decided to take a nap kasi may oras ka pa naman before your next class.

Tangina, ‘di ako makatulog ng maayos dito ah. Hindi rin naman maiwasan tingnan ka ng lalaki dahil sa sobrang likot mo ‘til he noticed that you’re uncomfortable with your position .

“Can’t sleep?” he initiated. “Yeah, I can’t seem to find a comfortable position in this chair” you chuckled with an irritated tone.

“You can sleep in my condo if you want” napabangon ka naman sa sinabi niya at hindi napigilan ang paglaki ng mata mo. Gago, please tell me what I’m thinking is wrong. “Are you out of your mind? We just met and you’re offering your condo to me?”

“Well it looks like you really need some sleep and if you don’t trust me because we don’t know each other then let me tell a few things about myself. I’m Jaemin, ID 120 taking Hum-Bio. There, now, what about yours?” Jaemin answered with a small smile in his face.

Shit, ang cute niya ngumiti. “uh… I’m y/n ID 121 taking Accountancy” returning his smile.

“Nice to meet you y/n! So… what do you say?”

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Ang usapan makiktulog ka sa condo niya pero bakit nakikipag-laplapan ka na kay Jaemin?

“Fuck, Jaemin” you moaned while straddling him. Sabi na nga ba eh tama yung iniisip ko kanina. “You have big tits, y/n” he groaned while groping your breasts. ‘Di mo rin namalayan na that you’re grinding him sa sobrang sarap nang maramdaman mo ang kaniyang ari sa puke mo. Oh I bet riding him is such a dream.

“M-may condom ka ba Jaem?” tanong mo habang hinihingal pa sa momol session niyo. “Yeah I do, but are you sure you want this?” he asked as he carressed your face. Malamang sino ba naman ako para ‘di magpatira sa poging lalaki na’to diba?

“Please fuck me Jaemin” you begged.

Napatili ka nang binuhat ka ng binata at inihiga ka sa kama niya. “I suppose you deserve to be fucked, baby. Someone to fuck your stress away, hm?” Accounting major pa nga. If you are not wet a while ago, then you are definitely wet right now. Unti-unti na ring tinatanggal ng lalaki ang mga damit niyo ng naging dahilan ng pag-tigas ng nipples mo sa lamig ng kwarto. “Please… Jaem”

“Please what baby?” he teases you. “Touch me please … touch me anywhere” mahina mong sagot sa kaniya. Ilang buwan ka na ring hindi nadiligan kaya talagang touched deprived ka na. Sinunod naman ni Jaemin ang sinabi kaya ‘di mo napigilan ang umungol ng malakas ng maramdaman mong pinasok ng nakakatanda ang dalawang daliri niya sa pussy mo. “Tangina ang sikip mo, paano na lang kaya pag tite ko na ipapasok ko sa’yo?”.

You were all over the place. Patuloy na ang mga ungol at pagtulo ng luha mula sa mata mo sa sobrang sarap. Maya-maya nararamdaman mo ng lalabasan ka na kaya napahigpit na ang hawak mo sa braso ng lalaki. “Jaem I’m gonna c-cum” which caused him to finger you faster.

“Fuck!” mura mo habang linalabasan ka. “That’s it baby, that’s it” he scattered kisses to your face. While recovering from your orgasm, you felt a weight shift on the bed and saw Jaemin holding a condom wrapper in his hand. “Ano baby kaya pa?” he jerked himself off before wearing the condom. Lord, maraming salamat po sa blessing na ‘to.

Pareho kayong napa-ungol sa sarap. “Fuck, why are you still so tight? I fingered you na ah” he moved carefully inside you. Shit, di pa niya napapasok lahat pero you feel so full already. “Jaem fuck wait, you’re so big” mangiyak-iyak mong sabi sa kaniya.

“Just tell me baby when to move” he patiently waited for you to be comfortable pero bakas na sa mukha niya ang sarap. “You can move now, Jaem” he slowly moved at first still helping you to adjust to his size. He also started rubbing circles on your hips to ease the pain. Nako Jaem, ‘wag mong gagawin ‘yan kikiligin ako.

Hinahalikan na rin ng lalaki ang leeg mo habang bumubulong sa tenga mo ng, “That’s it baby, that’s it”. “Fuck Jaem, ang sarap…bilisan mo pa” you whimpered, kaya naman he thrusted faster into you that caused you to moan at his name loudly, not caring about the neigbors. “Yeah baby, you like that? You like getting fucked like this?”

Ang galing niya mag dirty talk putangina, at dahil diyan you can already feel another climax creeping in. “Puta, mas sumisikip ka pa lalo. Lalabasan ka na ba uli, baby?” tumango ka sa kaniyang tanong at muli ka na namang nagulat when he manhandled you into all fours. Now he’s fucking you with hard and even faster pace, “’Wag mo ng pigilan, y/n. Cum for me”. utos niya sayo.

Putangina ang sarap. You felt your second orgasm washing all over your body, and you can tell this has been the best orgasm you ever experienced. “f-fuck Jaem I’m getting sensitive” ‘di na naririnig ng binata ang mahina mong bulong at ipinipagpatuloy ang pag-kantot sa’yo hanggang sa labasan na rin siya sa condom.

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“Here a glass of water for you” Jaemin offered you while helping you sit comfortably on the bed. Damn, he also knows how to do aftercare? “Was I too rough, y/n?” kitang-kita sa leeg mo ang mga hickeys at namumuong pasa sa balakang mo. “No Jaem, you’re not. In fact you’re perfect, exactly what I need”.

Tahimik na sinuot mo ang mga damit mo at nakigamit ka na rin ng banyo para mag-hilamos ng mukha. Paglabas, nagulat ka naman kung bakit naka-hoodie at may suot na slides ang lalaki. “Ihahatid na kita palabas, y/n”. Napatingin ka sa relos mo at guess what? Late ka na sa next class mo!

“Stop making fun of me” naririnig mong tumatawa si Jaemin habang pasakay kayo ng elevator kasi sabi niya mukha ka raw penguin maglakad. Sino kaya may kasalanan kung bakit ganito ako maglakad? “Uh…Jaem? Thank you for this” nahihiya mong sabi sa kaniya pagdating niyo sa lobby. “Anytime babe. You know where to find me if you need to let off some steam again” he winked at you.

Yeah, sa Henry 6th.

[FIN.]

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