#and it IS a big fucking deal 🫶🏽

[faithinlouisfuture]

“Nights like tonight — you know it just reminds me how hard i’ve worked to get here and — it’s a big fucking deal.”

“Woke up on the day, and I just kept trying to tell myself it was just any other show. But no, it didn’t feel like that, and actually for the best way.”

Louis talking about his sold out show at the O2 Arena (x)

[theemporium]

number 15 💙 with lando and charles! maybe one of them fucked up and the other one is on reader’s side

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

15. "You heard that?"

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Charles fucked up.

There was no way to beat around the bush or sugarcoat it. He fucked up and he knew he fucked up. And he didn’t have a good excuse, not one that he would really accept if he were in your position. Apologies only went so far when he missed a dinner that literally planned to celebrate one of your biggest achievements in your career. 

He knew that. 

Fuck, he knew that and he knew that you were always there for him and he was upset with himself for missing it. 

He just didn’t really expect Lando to also be so adamantly against him in the situation. He assumed the Brit would take a more neutral stance, that he would be upset with Charles but also help play mediator. 

Instead, Lando stood by your side with his arms crossed over his chest, and he looked just as pissed as you did. 

“Mon amour,” he reached out for you, a pained expression written across his face that only worsened when you pulled just out of his reach. “I’m so sorry. Words cannot even describe how sorry I am. I’ll make it up to you, I swear—”

“It’s fine,” you whispered, but he had never heard your voice sound so empty, so done. “People miss things all the time.” 

“No, but this was important,” Charles argued, his stomach twisting at the strained smile you gave him. 

“It’s fine,” you said in a blank voice. “I’m sure there will be more.” 

He tried to reach out again, to let his fingers skim across your arm as you walked around him to disappear further into your apartment. His heart clenched and shattered a little at the small sniffles coming from you, the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back.

But even if you were trying to hide how upset you were, Lando was the opposite.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lando hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes dark and angry. 

“It was an honest mistake,” Charles sighed, his brows furrowed together as his answer only seemed to anger Lando further. “I swear—” 

“Oh? You swear now, do you?” Lando let out a bitter, dry laugh as he poked Charles’ chest. “And that call from Pierre where you said the dinner was no big deal?” 

Something flashed in Charles’ eyes. “You heard that?” 

“Yeah, I fucking heard that,” Lando spat. “You’re fucking lucky she didn’t.” 

“I forgot what the dinner was for,” Charles replied honestly. “If I remembered, I would have never said that—” 

“If, if, all these fucking ifs,” Lando muttered. “I think it’s best if you sleep on the couch tonight. She’s upset. She needs space.” 

Charles felt as though he had been slapped, even if he understood where Lando was coming from. 

“Hey, who knows. Maybe Pierre will have a place for you,” he deadpanned, the bitter sarcasm dripping from his voice as he patted Charles’ back a little harder than intended before following you into the apartment.

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[bloodibambiidoll]

I need need NEEEDD to know how rafe n weirdgirl! Reader met !!

I could imagine weird girl reader being a bit scared of rafe at first (bc let's me honest, I totally would be too. . .)

Or !! She's just like enamored by him and watches him from afar, but then he catches her spying on him n that's where their relationship starts !?

Ty bb !! 🪽🫶🏽

Yesss omg!! I keep meaning to write this so I’m so glad you asked!! No warnings but still 18+MDNI!

Rafe hasn’t been here in years, not since Ward’s funeral. But Cameron industries just cut a deal that his dad could’ve only pulled off in his wildest dreams and who could blame him if he wanted to boast a little? He stood in front of his father’s grave, rambling on about all his achievements since his death because honestly? He spent all that time trying to get Ward’s approval and the older he gets he realizes he never needed it to be successful. He did this shit all on his own. He was getting ready to leave when he heard the faintest sound of someone talking. He looked around the row of stones and didn’t see anyone so he started to walk off when he heard it again.

“Well, hello! What’re you doing here?” It had to be the sweetest voice he’s ever heard but as he whipped his head around his eyes still came up short. Was she talking to him? Is there some kind of ghost or some shit?

“Fuuuckk this.” Rafe turns on his heel only to nearly jump out of his skin when he sees a girl sitting in front of a grave on the opposite side of him. “Shit! What the fuck!”

You must not have heard him because you don’t turn around at the sound of his voice and it gives him a second to examine you. You’re sitting in front of a grave with a little orange cat at your side that you’re mumbling to while you stroke its fur. Rafe has seen you, of course, you went to school together and you live on figure 8 so of course he’s seen you but he’s never really noticed you until right now. You’re wearing this pretty little white dress and big giant chunky boots. Your voice sounds like honey as your doting on the cat travels to Rafe’s ears. He can’t see your face but for some reason he’s thinking about what your smile looks like.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Rafe jumps when you turn around to face him, breaking him out of his trance. “Nobody probably ever taught you that it’s rude to stare, but it is.”

“I wasn’t staring, just observing is all.” Rafe chuckles, trying to play it off like he wasn’t actually just gawking at you.

“Well, can you go observe someone else? And if you have something rude to say, keep it to yourself. I don’t have the energy to be fucked with today.” You scoff and roll your eyes before turning back to your furry friend.

“You visiting someone?” Rafe strolls closer to you, changing the subject because for some reason he really didn’t want to stop talking to you. He was intrigued by you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You don’t even turn to look at him and it kind of drives him insane so he crouches down in front of you, tilting his head to try and catch your eyes.

“What’re you being so rude for? I’m just trying to make conversation.” He smiles at you in a way that he hopes is reassuring and he’s not even sure why he cares if you feel reassured or not, but there’s just something about you.

“Guys like you don’t just ‘make conversation’ with me, Rafe. If you have something rude to say just get it over with and leave me alone.” You look over at him with daggers in your eyes but there’s a flash of hurt there and now Rafe really wants to reassure you. He doesn’t know you, but he knows of you, he knows how people talk about you and treat you so of course you’d think he would do the same. A few years ago he probably would’ve. But right now all he can think about is how sweet your voice sounds saying his name.

“Yeah? Well maybe I just want to talk to you. And who’s this?” He looks toward the cat that has now taken purchase in your lap and reaches his hand out for it to sniff.

“Mmm, I don’t know his name. But he’s always here when I come. I just started calling him pumpkin.” You smile down at the cat sweetly as it starts to rub its face against Rafe’s hand. “Seems like he likes you, cats are good judges of character.”

“You never answered my question, by the way.” Rafe smirks down at you and something about the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. It’s not a taunting smirk like you’d expect, it’s almost endearing.

“Oh, yeah, my mom is here. But I just like to come here. It’s serene, quiet and beautiful. Not a lot of people spend time here since cremation is the big thing now.” You shrug as you look off to the side with an almost dreamy look in your eyes and Rafe feels like he’d give anything to have you look at him like that.

“Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah, there’s beauty in everything, if you really look. Sometimes the things that seem the most ‘odd’ or ‘dark’ are the most beautiful.” You still don’t look at him but that gives him a chance to study you up close. You truly are gorgeous. That pretty little dress you’re wearing contradicting with your chunky accessories. The cute way your hair is styled and your shiny glossed lips. Those tiny little tattoos you have littering your body compliment you perfectly. You’re definitely an anomaly.

“Yeah, I think I get what you mean.” And in this moment, he really does. Because you’re definitely odd but you’re probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. “Can I take you on a date?”

“What!” Your head whips towards him and a loud laugh spills from your lips. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Nah. I’m dead serious. Let me take you out.”

“Why?” You look at him wide eyed, like a pretty little dear caught in the headlights, he can tell you genuinely can’t tell if he’s fucking with you or not.

“Because. I think you’re beautiful. And interesting. And I’d like to get to know you.” He smiles at you sweetly as he reaches out to gently push your hair off your shoulder. “Please? Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“Fuck it. Okay.” You sigh and smile at him and he swears he could melt into the ground at how beautiful you are. “Better make it worth it, Cameron.”

All things Rafe and his weird girl here

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[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3533

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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11.

YASMINE  At ten in the morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, gently waking me. As I opened my eyes, I found myself nestled on his chest. I looked up to see him sleeping soundly, the soft sound of his snores filling the air.

I carefully slipped out of his hold, rising from the bed and making my way to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.

 A wave of relief washed over me as the warm water enveloped my body. Memories of the events from last night with Jey flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but notice how much he had transformed since our last encounter.

A refreshing breeze swept through, breaking my train of thought as I suddenly felt two powerful arms encircle my waist.

"Morning Beautiful, I figured you'd be in here," Jey said as I turned my body around to face him.

I smiled at him pecking him on the lips before speaking, "well where else would I be?" I said.

"I see you got jokes little girl," He joked while he pecked my lips.

As we shared a laugh in the shower, I felt a sense of joy wash over me. Once we finished, I headed downstairs to whip up something delicious for us. I started preparing our favorite dish, a special treat I always made when he stayed over during my time with Bianca and Montez.

As I was doing that I heard footsteps coming down the steps when I turned my head there he was coming down the steps looking all good without no shirt on only in his previous clothes that he had on.

As our eyes met, he flashed her a playful wink before stepping into the living room. At that moment, her phone buzzed, revealing a call from Bianca.

OTP Breezy🫶🏽: Good morning girlfriend! How you feeling? Minnie🧃: I'm doing well actually B hbu? Breezy🫶🏽: I'm just trying to get through this damn hangover idk how your head isn't banging right now Minnie🧃: girl I drank some green tea and called it a day honestly Breezy🫶🏽: really? Or Is it because Jey spent the night? Minnie🧃: girl no it's not because of that but he is here though Breezy🫶🏽: so what's the deal between you two now? Minnie🧃: we are taking things slow this time around Breezy🫶🏽: I hope because you now how your brother is after everything that happened Minnie🧃: yeah I know B I know

While I prepared our breakfast, I felt his gentle kisses on my neck, even as he chatted with Bianca on the phone, making me giggle with delight.

"Joshhh knocked it off," I whined out of annoyance.

Breezy🫶🏽: I think that's my cue to hang up the phone don't wanna hear talk two fucking Minnie🧃: bitch whatever we ain't finna be doing allat Breezy🫶🏽: yeah, yeah I'll see yall at work then.

CALLED ENDED.

I spun around and playfully jabbed Jey in the chest. "Wow, I almost forgot just how irritating you can be," I remarked as I switched off the stove.

"But, yo' ass love it though don't wanna hear no complaints mama," He retorted while grabbing our plates as I followed him into the living room.

We gathered around the table to enjoy our breakfast together, indulging in a delightful spread of scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and crispy bacon—one of our all-time favorites.

He appeared to be savoring every bite of the food, as if it were the final meal he would ever enjoy, completely lost in the moment.

"You know how to throw it down girl,"

"Just wait until I cook you dinner one day you'll want to marry me at that point," I joked as I continued to eat my breakfast.

✧˚° While preparing for my interview with Cathy, I found myself at work, sitting in the makeup chair. It was a moment of anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for everyone here during my brief absence.

I couldn't help but smile when I heard Tiffany calling my name; she truly is my girl.

"Minnie! Girl I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed as she gave me hugged.

"I missed you too girly, what's been happening since I've been gone?" I asked her as she gave me the run down of what's been happening lately.

It seems that Liv has been acting as if she's in charge, claiming to everyone that she and Jey are still happily together, all while she's currently involved with Dominick.

Last night, when Jey shared the message he exchanged with Liv, it was clear he was standing up for me in a way that no one else ever has.

I couldn't believe that she would be this delusional after using him for some money is crazy at that.

"What? She was using him for money? He should've been with you then instead of her," She said.

"Yeah, but things happened but me and him are taking things slow now because I felt we were moving way too quickly with it then shit it the fan afterwards so," I replied as Ms Kim was almost done with my makeup.

"I totally understand hundred percent, how do you feel about your interview with Cathy?"

If I was being honest with myself I am nervous about it since it's been a minute since I've done one of these things before my accident.

"I feel a bit nervous not even going to hold you, but I know I'll push through it," I said as she nodded her head.

"Well I'm going to go now girly I'll see you later!" Tiffany said as she left.

Once she departed, my makeup was complete, and Kim handed me the mirror. I couldn't believe how great I looked! I expressed my gratitude with a heartfelt hug.

Ms. Kim has been my personal makeup artist and stylist, consistently delivering outstanding results. Every time, she enhances my look perfectly. As I made my way to Montez's locker room, I unexpectedly ran into Melo.

I expressed my apologies, but before I could take a step back, he seized my arm and forcefully pressed me against the wall.

"The fuck Melo! Let go of me!" I shouted as he clamped his hand around my mouth.

"You're trying to cost me my fucking job! over something that happened months ago!" Carmelo shouted as he gave me a stern look on his face.

"I heard you and ol' boy are back together again didn't you call him yo' bestie? And then he went off to cheat on you with Liv Morgan?"

"When I should've been had you in my arms again princess," I bit him in his hand while slapping him in the face.

 "That's behind us now, Melo. I can see the changes in him, and I know he's eager to show me he's different. But as for you, yes, I'm the reason you're losing your job. You should have considered the consequences before you violated me, you monster!" I spat, shoving him forcefully, making him stagger backward.

I was caught off guard, feeling vulnerable, when a deep, raspy voice broke the tension behind us. Turning around, I was relieved to see Jey standing there, arms crossed over his chest, ready to intervene.

"Do we have a problem here?" He questioned.

Carmelo glanced at me before turning his gaze back to Jey, his expression filled with disbelief as he struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

"His dick can't be that good Minks for you to be this stupid for him he literally cheated on you! And I know as a man he'll do it again," Carmelo remarked as Jey walked up on him grabbing him by the neck.

"Yeah, my dick be all in her shit, screaming my name unlike yo' ass harassing her and I'm standing on what I said I've changed," I stood there watching what was unfolding right now and damn he looked so fine defending me in his honor.

I approached him, gripping his strong arms and urging him to stop, insisting that Melo wasn't worth the trouble. Jey glanced at me, then shifted his gaze back to him, ultimately deciding to release his hold.

Carmelo gasped for breath, clutching his neck as he realized Jey had nearly strangled him.

"Our conversation isn't over Yasmine I promise you that," that's all he said before walking away from us.

Jey stood in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he gently massaged the sides of my waist with his thumbs.

"You good baby?" Jey asked as he looked into my eyes with concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm good hon I just fucking hate him honestly," I said as Jey nodded his head.

"Is he always like this whenever you're by yourself?" I acknowledged with a nod, indicating that Carmelo had been acting this way ever since our breakup, particularly after the way he treated me.

I shared with him all the intricate details of my past relationship with Melo, including the moments we cherished and the painful truth of his infidelity with a girl who was on the same roster as us while I was in NXT.

Jey clearly felt remorse for cheating on me with Liv, even though we weren't officially together.

"Fix your face nigga, it was in the past let's just worry about now okay?" I said as he raised an eyebrow at my remark.

"You might wanna fix that tone of yours little girl, telling me to fix my face and shit," He retorted as his hand smack my ass cheek causing me to hiss.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him as I turned to walk away, his laughter following me. Honestly, he was just so infuriating.

As I made my way toward Cathy, I noticed the bright smile lighting up her face as she spotted me. When I reached her, we embraced warmly, sharing a moment of joy together.

"Oh my gosh it's been so long girl, how are you doing?" She said softly.

"I'm doing well better than I was before I tell you that honestly," I said.

"How are things going between you and...Jey?"

"We are doing fine, taking things slow but this time it's different," Cathy nodded her head as the camera man was coming towards us as we prepared for this interview that I had.

✧˚° Following my conversation with Cathy, I informed Jey that I would be in his locker room to support him during his match against Carmelo for the IC championship. While I was there, I suddenly heard someone calling my name.

I spun around and spotted Liv standing behind me with her new boyfriend, Dominick, which made me let out a frustrated groan.

"I guess you aren't dead after all Yasmine," She said while holding the title that I had to let go after my car accident.

"Girl, what yo' ass want?" I questioned her while folding my arms.

"I just wanted to see what you and Jey been doing together that's all," she was weird as fuck for thinking something like that I'll say.

I scoffed while placing my hands on my hips, "girl you have a whole man right there and you're worried about what me and Jey have going on right now?" I retorted.

Her laugh, which I found incredibly irritating, was completely ruining the atmosphere. I just couldn't grasp what was so amusing.

"I was just trying to figure out why is with a girl that was so broken and mentally unstable? Right daddy Dom?" She remarked which didn't get to me.

"It's hard to believe that you're still playing the gold digger game. I can't fathom how Dom is managing to date both you and Tiffany simultaneously—maybe it's some sort of polyamorous situation? Regardless, if you're finished with your chatter, I need to head over to my man's locker room to catch his match."  With that, I playfully stuck my tongue out at them and made my way to Jey's locker room.

I stepped into his locker room, carefully closing the door behind me. Taking a seat on the couch, I directed my focus to the television.

I spotted him dressed to impress, sporting his Yeet glasses and looking sharp with the IC belt cinched around his waist. It was clear to me that he would soon need to defend that title against Melo.

While I was engrossed in the match, I felt my phone buzz. When I checked it, I discovered a message from Trinity.

Trin🤭🫶🏽 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey baby girl! Minnie🧃: Heyyy Trin boo what's up? Trin🤭🫶🏽: I was checking in on you a little birdie told me that you and Jey got back together? Minnie🧃: girl you knew that we were getting back together Trin🤭🫶🏽: I mean did I? Minnie🧃: girl bye whatever Trin🤭🫶🏽: lol 😭😭 but how are yall honestly Minnie🧃: honestly we are taking things differently this time unlike last time. Trin🤭🫶🏽: oh yeah? Is he still talking to that hoe Liv Minnie🧃: no he told me that he broke up with her because she was using him for his money and fuck around with Dom, I thought Jon told you this? Trin🤭🫶🏽: oh wait I think he did shi ion remember but wya? Minnie🧃: in Jey's locker room watching his match Trin🤭🫶🏽: when is Paul going to let you get your title back from that hoe Liv? Minnie🧃: I don't know Trin honestly he still wants me to recover until it's time. Trin🤭🫶🏽: that's understandable Minnie🧃: yeah so I'll be doing that while your brother in law is in Trin🤭🫶🏽: if you finish that sentence i will block yo' ass Yasmine 😭😭😭 Minnie🧃: my fault my fault but I'll ttyl aight? Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay girlfriend ttyl

I set my phone down beside me on the couch and turned my attention to the TV, where Jey was executing a powerful Samoan drop on Carmelo. Watching him dominate the match was absolutely thrilling; I couldn't get enough of seeing him take control and deliver such an impressive performance.

Jey eventually held onto his title as the crowd joyfully sang along to his song, and I couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for him.

While I waited for him to arrive at his locker room, I started watching some YouTube videos to pass the time and keep myself entertained until he showed up.

I received a text message from Carmelo while I was engaged in that activity.

Bum🙄 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Bum🙄: I fucking hate you Yasmine🩵: yeah, I hate you too now leave me alone Bum🙄: remember what I said about our conversation not being over? Yasmine🩵: to bad I got things to do Bum🙄: YASMINE!

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his message as I heard the door creak open, revealing a strikingly fit Samoan man stepping into the locker room, glistening with sweat.

He hadn't noticed me until his gaze caught my purse, prompting him to turn his head and flash a smile in my direction.

He approached me, standing directly in front of me with his belt draped over his shoulders.

"Are you really just going to stay there, or are you going to come over and give me a kiss, little girl?" he inquired, prompting me to roll my eyes in response.

 "By calling me that, you've definitely lost your chance for any kisses from me," I remarked, crossing my arms defiantly.

He arched an eyebrow at me, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "Oh, you think you can wager on that?" Confusion washed over me as he quickly pulled me onto his lap, securing me in place while facing him.

I instinctively draped my arms around his neck as his hands glided down to my hips, drawing me in even tighter.

"Are you really going to give me a kiss?" he inquired. I laughed softly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his lips before gently pulling back.

He didn't appear to be pleased with my kiss, so I instinctively understood what he desired. I took hold of his face with my delicate hands and drew him in for a fervent kiss, even though he was all sweaty.

Our tongues intertwined playfully, and my fingers glided through his mullet, making me forget everything else.

We momentarily separated, taking a breath as we gazed deeply into one another's eyes.

"Damn, mamas you be making me go crazy for you baby,"

"Yeah? I know I do that's why you can't let me go,"

"You ain't slipping away from me this time little mama you mine forever," that made me smile as me and him went back to making out with each other.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Yasmine finally arrived home after a tiring day at work. She set her bag down on the floor and kicked off her shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe rack beside her.

 She made the choice to go upstairs for a quick shower, eager to settle in and enjoy her show on Netflix. As the warm water cascaded over her, Yasmine experienced a wave of relief, her thoughts drifting to what Carmelo had done to her.

She hoped fervently that Paul would dismiss him from his position, allowing her to escape his presence for good. It wasn't that she wished for a court battle; she simply wanted him out of her life entirely.

After finishing her shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Noticing that Jey had called her, she opted to FaceTime him instead.

FACETIME Joshua🤍: there yo' ass is I was literally calling you Yasmine🩵: a nigga can't take a shower? Without yo' ass panicking? Joshua🤍: sometimes I can't stand yo' smart ass remarks Yasmine🩵: yeah, yeah whatever nigga you know you love it.

Yasmine set the phone on the dresser, ensuring he had a clear view of her. As she slowly unwrapped the towel from her body, she noticed his breath hitching, a sign of his growing unease at the sight before him.

He found himself captivated by her figure from head to toe, completely lost in the moment until his brother's shout snapped him back to reality, redirecting his attention to the game.

Joshua🤍: my fault Uce I got distracted let's get back on track Yasmine🩵: I wonder who did that hm?

Jey cast a sharp look in her direction, a silent warning in his eyes, while she responded with an innocent smile, casually slipping into her cozy nightwear.

As he immersed himself in the game, Yasmine took the opportunity to snatch her phone. She positioned it on a nearby pillow, ensuring that Jey had a clear view of her screen.

Yasmine🩵: do you wanna sleep on the phone? Joshua🤍: why don't I just come over and spend the night instead? Yasmine🩵: you already did that Joshh and I'm about to watch my show Joshua🤍: aight mama we can stay on the phone Yasmine🩵: yay now hush so I can watch my show. Joshua🤍: mmcht mane whatever shawty.

Yasmine settled in with a snack, eagerly tuning into the new season of Bridgerton. She was completely captivated by the show, finding herself utterly enchanted by its charm and drama.

As she went about her task, Yasmine couldn't help but hear Jey shouting and swearing at his brother, urging him to lend a hand. The commotion made her chuckle at his frustration.

Joshua🤍: girl whats so funny huh? Yasmine🩵: you, your funny being upset about dying Joshua🤍: oh so that's funny to you? Would it be funny if I just came over there and blow that back out?

She fell silent for a moment while Jey chuckled at her.

Joshua🤍: that's what I thought Yasmine🩵: nigga fuck you respectfully I hope yo' ass keep dying. Joshua🤍: oh yeah? Bet Yasmine🩵: bet

He abruptly ended the FaceTime call, causing a moment of concern as she attempted to reach him again, but he didn't answer. She found herself hoping fervently that he wasn't on his way to her apartment.

She had reached a point where she felt indifferent, fully engrossed in her show and enjoying the tranquility it brought her.

After two hours into the show, Yasmine was startled by the booming music from outside, which abruptly ceased when she heard a knock at the door. Curiously, she peered out her window and spotted Jey waiting at her doorstep.

She couldn't shake the thought, 'Did he really just show up like this?' As she approached the door and swung it open, she found him standing there, engrossed in his phone, only to look up and meet her gaze.

"Nigga what you doing here?" She questioned him.

"Don't stand there and question me little girl, take them fucking clothes off since you wanna talk hella shit," Jey demanded as Yasmine gave him a stern look like he was crazy.

"If this is over about the game and what I said you can miss me with that bullshit Josh," She rolled her eyes at him while walking away from the door going upstairs.

He swiftly grabbed her before she could reach her bedroom door, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her inside, where he gently pinned her down on the bed.

Jey positioned himself between her legs, securing them around his waist.

"You thought I was playing?" Jey said.

"I wasn't expecting you to come over Josh,"

"Well here I am in the flesh, now take this off for me baby so I can wore that ass out hm?" She did what she was told to do and he got to work blowing her back out.

 As she cried out his name at the top of her lungs, it was likely that her neighbors could hear her being consumed by this man.

It was going to be a long night for Yasmine.

SomeThing Bout' Us.

A/n: I cannot stand them two honestly but I have been so weak today bro I hate being on damn cycle it's annoying 🥲

But I hope yall enjoyed this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY

[lordsukunas]

so basically, writing for aged up! Satoru is fine because he IS aged up in the manga but just because an aged up! Megumi doesn’t exist in the manga all of a sudden we can’t write for him? so what if I’m 18 and wanna write for an aged up megumi, I don’t want megumi as a minor I want him aged up so I WILL age him up and write smut and then put a pretty minors dni on it, like it’s fictional, everything is. it’s not that big of a deal. years pass, I was 14 when miles Spider-Man itsv started now I’m 19, is miles 14 year old cute appeal gonna stay for me? No, am I going to binge marvel comics of him actually aged up and then going to write smut about him and put another mdni banner on my fic , you guessed it? It’s all fictional, don’t stress so much kids.

ur saying alla this to me like im the op of that post, i jus reblogged it

nigga if ur EIGHTEEENNNNN ur barely not a minor, fuck u putting minors dni for? u was just one of us a few months ago cmon now

but if u have to age up a character whos 15/16 JUST to write smut for him, then ur weirdt. theres plenty of adult characters from other media that r similar to megumi personality (and probably look) wise

and ur miles argument is dumb asf. writing for i/astv!miles and writing for comic!miles whos an adult (like u said) is TWOOO different things. they not even the same universe 💀 pls dont be slow on purpose

and if it isn't that srs according to u, then why r u bothering to respond to my reblog thru an anonymous ask? pls do wtv u wanna do n gtf off my page 🫶🏽

[j0kers-light]

Chapter 21 review

Chile why you not giving us more details on readers pass😩🙄 got me all excited to finally hear what happened to her and just to get cliffhangered😭😭

I’m surprised joker ain’t stab Morgana when he seen her😂 reader really is changing joker for the better without her knowing

I feel like Florence is dead even though there’s another side of me saying she is. But it just doesn’t make sense to kill Florence and let Morgana live since they know about him🧐 I at first thought since joker told neo to handle Florence that Neo would just kidnap and hide her but then in the chapter joker said he had to handle the whole Florence situation so I’m guessing he killed her. (By the way I don’t really care if she’s dead or alive in my opinion🤷🏽‍♀️ after how she treated reader I give less fucks about her🙄🤣)

I know you said there was going to be a new person in the story which I didn’t think it was the nurse Sarai I thought it would be a a certain clown girl🤡 herself from jokers past🫣🤔

Look I’m really REALLY trying to like Bruce in this story but he makes it SO difficult 😤 but reader LITERALLY said she didn’t see him that way and she was with some other dude and he ain’t taking the hint🤦🏽‍♀️

MY THEORY: I think for the next chapter Florence is dead which will affect joker and readers relationship to downfall. She gets mad at him curse him out blah blah blah and she says she don’t want to deal with him anymore which makes him sad and turn himself into the GCPD police since he feels like he don’t want to cause anymore heartache and problems for her and can’t move on in life without his light✨😩

I ain’t gonna like I would like both their exes to come at some point to fuck some shit up. Whoever the guy was to fuck yo the readers mental so bad I hope joker give him a slow death where the reader participates in killing him😈 Harley Quinn is literally my favorite villain or all time and if she is going to be in the story if she goes against reader it is going to be heartbreaking 💔 🥲

That’s all just wanted to share my thoughts ✌🏽🫶🏽

Hey hi anon!!

I love love love love your thoughts!! You are close but not quite on the money 🤭

This story is far from being over beloved!

I like cliffhangers lol but there’s a reason why I’m dragging Y/n’s past out. It will be confirmed next chapter but resolved much later.

Joker is learning patience and how to better understand other people’s emotions from Y/n! Joker was ready to snatch Morgana up but he stopped himself. He listened to what she had to say and he definitely can’t kill her now since his Light warned him not to. She said, “You hurt my friends..” plural. Joker in trouble.

Now onto the Flo/Morgana situation. Morgana is smart. She’s keeping her mouth shut and proving her worth as a friend to stay in good with J. Florence on the other hand is threatening to expose Joker to the authorities on top of yelling at his Bunny AND she made you cry which is the catalyst for you having your PTSD episode. You were stressed from that interaction and couldn't handle when Bruce accidentally said your trigger. She has a lot more tally marks against her than Morgana does.

I will say this: Florence left your apartment building alive.

Sarai isn’t a new character, she’s a returning role from chapter 7 🤭 So the new character is still at large.

And yes, Harley Quinn will make an appearance in His Lighthouse. I love her too much not to include her.

I love Bruce and in any other story I'd root for him BUT! I needed a male anti character and......... *stares at Bruce* you're up babe.

Now this next chapter theory of yours 🤭 I love you but

Joker does surrender to the GCPD but its not time for depressed J yet. Him and Y/n are still going strong. Two more hurdles gotta happen for Joker to feel like he’s backed into the corner and forced to surrender.

The theory on exes. Oh boy. Y/n's ex has a big role here.. and he's not done. 👀

[vilsoo]

You are my inspiration to keep writing and i'm trying my hardest to pump out my own works, but I feel like my inexperience with sexual or hell even healthy romantic situations is making it really hard for me to even capture the right emotions or pacing in scenes. Like they're off what *I* want, but what *I* want is just a bunch of pent up emotions conceptualized into a big fucking mess... Sorry if this is weird, I feel like maybe you'd have an answer since your works are fucking amazing and paced really well imo :((

also I PROMISE IM OF AGE (04) i know it's weird for an almost 19 y/o to have no experience whatsoever so i didn't want you to think i'm a minor 🙏🏽🙏🏽 -M

aw anon my beloved 🥹🫶🏽 it’s all good no worries!! i think it’s common for writers who have little/no sexual experience to be writing the filthiest smuts online (ngl i wrote my first smut when i was 16 and i was still a virgin with no relationship experience as well LOL) but my best advice is to not let your reality take over what you’re trying to write. it’s a fictional world; it’s supposed to be your safe space and you can create a desired experience for yourself instead. do you often find yourself fantasizing about that *perfect* relationship with your significant other ? you can totally incorporate it however you like !! also, i see that you’re struggling on how to create emotions in fics which is what i still deal with till this day even tho i’ve been writing for ~8 years. try reading romantic poetry/novels. lots and lots of inspiration comes to me when i read. you don’t even have to master writing the most sophisticated sentences/paragraphs with massive vocabulary and perfect grammar, or make your writing style seem “complex” because that’s just like… too much. especially for a fanfiction lmao. you’re writing a fic, not an essay, it doesn’t have to be perfect. once you keep learning and developing your own writing style, you can definitely go all out and express ur creativity (like how i tend to do it lol)

tldr; read lots of romance novels and poetry if you can. and maybe some ao3 fanfics because there’s so many talented writers on there too.

[castlebyersafterdark]

"Vecna doing the same shit he did in season 4" though is a big tell - no???? They're not doing that, what is the point? They're not repeating the literal existing plot oh my god come on leakers, do better if you want to waste everyone's time.

dude ! i’ve been saying this for the longest time i’ve seen so many theories that s5 is basically gonna be s4 part 2 but it makes NO FUCKING SENSE vena ALREADY got with he wanted with the victims and he already opened gates and intertwined the upside with hawkins 😭😭😭 why in the actually fuck would he need to find 4 more victims ?! (this annoyance isn’t directed towards you but to all the theories i’ve seen i just wanted to quickly clarify that 🫶🏽)

also the part where they went “will confessed and mike doesn’t feel the same way” 🤨 will already confessed in s4 he also already accepted that he can’t have mike in that way he’s not gonna confess again for no reason 😭 and them added that is so ??? because everyone has already decided byler won’t happen so why do they need to clarify that, aren’t the milevens saying will is gonna get a new love interest 😗

We are beyond that goofy attempt at a leak because this ask is a week old by now, but this was funny and the vibes remain!!! Some of these leaks I'm very much like bzzzzzzzt nice try, anyone who actually pays attention to and analyzes the show deeply gets why stuff is such garbage nonsense. I'm sure certain things sound impressive to be all ooooh a leak, from a casual fan or someone familiar with the show just scrolling twitter or whatever - but yeah, come on!!

My biggest thing has always been - and not just leaks but fandom theories and concepts they cannot shake - is the whole uhhhh Vecna repetition?? Why would he be doing all that again? Th gates are open, his dramatic moment is over, "getting Vecna'd" I feel is a thing of the past and he'll have brand new ways to torment and cause mayhem. So that was an immediate no for me.

All the rest - yeah, same. So many just don't get, Will, though, and his whole deal. We've well established that 🤷‍♂️💁‍♂️

[theemporium]

“People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous.” green eyed mojito

with luke bringing his girlfriend to a family skate and the cameras being on them

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

10. “People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous."

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You knew team family skate days were a big deal. 

If not for the whole franchise, then at least for the guys on the team who got the chance to share the ice with the people they loved and cared for the most. Luke had told you as much when he asked you to join him, insisting that it was your choice on whether you wanted to join him and his family or not. 

It was the next big step in your relationship, you knew that. But by some miracle, you and Luke had managed to keep your relationship quiet and private. There were whispers but nothing confirmed, but those doors would be blown open if you joined him at the Devils Family Skate with all those cameras around—especially following both Hughes brothers.

Luke knew you had your doubts about the camera and publicity of it all, but it still made him unreasonably giddy when you said you wanted to join him. He was practically buzzing on the days leading up to the event, answering any and every question you had to try and calm your nerves. 

And when the day came, Luke refused to leave your side. He kneeled down in front of you on the bench, helping tie your skates. He looped his arm through yours as you waddled onto the ice, clinging onto him when your skates almost slid out from beneath you. He stuck to your side until he had to do an interview, leaving you in the hands of his parents as he made his way to complete the interviews as quickly as he could. 

You could feel the cameras following Luke as he made his way back to you.

“People are staring at us,” you murmured, only just loud enough for him to hear since your head was down with your eyes glued to your skates like that was going to help you keep your balance.

“Well, let’s make them jealous,” Luke retorted as he took your hands in his, already starting to pull you along with him.

Your nose scrunched up as you finally looked up at him, laughing as you did. “God, that was really fucking cheesy.” 

“I thought it was motivational,” he said, trying—and failing—to remain serious as he continued to pull you around the rink. “Did my parents take care of you?” 

“They did,” you said before adding with a smile. “I can confirm that Ellen is the best skater in the family.” 

Luke scoffed. “After me, obviously.” 

“In your fucking dreams, babe,” you snorted, only to let out a squeal when Luke suddenly sped up. “Luke!” 

But the boy only cackled, taking mercy and slowly stopping so he could pull you towards him and wrap his arms around you. “Sorry, baby.” 

“Dick,” you murmured against his chest.

“Yeah, I deserve that,” he grinned back, holding you tighter.

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[ontheshroom]

ooh, I loved the worst. Would you consider continuing it? Maybe Jack tries to win the reader back and she slowly falls back in love or something.

The Worst pt 2

Jack Harlow x reader

Angst/fluff

A/n: enjoy!!🫶🏽

Synopsis: Jack realizes he needs Y/n.

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Every day without you felt longer and longer. Jack attempted to get over you, well thought about it. Word has gotten around that he’s been with girl after girl, but that’s only partly true. He’d try to get over you through them. He’d take ‘em on expensive dates and do things he wished he could do with you, with them. But it wasn’t the same. He’d sleep with them, sure, but half the time he’d have to fake any pleasure they thought they were providing. He’d kick them out immediately, not wanting to deal with them any longer. Minute after minute though, it was all becoming too much. Not having you with him, hit harder than anything he’s ever had to go through. Sure, he’s angry at you. You left him and he didn’t even get to hear your voice tell him goodbye. He didn’t get to look into your eyes while you said the words, just so he could beg you to stay. He didn’t get to tell you how much he loves you, how much he needs you. The fame and money are only fun when you’re there with him.

His apartment never felt this empty before, the whole thing just feels too lonely without you in it. Your music constantly playing, that he used to get on you about. The way you’d sing and dance as you do house chores. The way you’d leave little bits of your personality everywhere, finding different knick knacks everywhere.

“Fuck.” Jack sighs.

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through your Instagram. A lot of your friends were the Instagram type, and have thousands of posts and millions of followers. Nearly their whole life is shown on their page. You’d always scold them on how not everything had to be through social media, and that was Jack’s favorite thing about you. You loved your privacy. You’d always tell him that the purest things only become corrupt when others know about it. But now, he watches as it looks like you’ve been out clubbing day after day. Each post shows you wearing seemingly less and less clothes and more and more makeup. You’re starting to look like your friends. Jack taps your glowing profile to view your story. He smiles as his song plays in the background and you scream his lyrics. Always his biggest fan. His smile quickly fades as he sees a guy wrap his arms around you in the video and smile at the camera.

“Who the fuck is that?” Jack yells to himself.

A big rule when the two of you were dating was having each other’s location on. Now, it wasn’t for any toxic reason, just because y’all travel so much and wanted to make sure each other was safe, this time might be different though.

Jack grabs his keys and quickly makes it to his Jeep, driving to some house that was definitely not yours.

He taps the steering wheel a couple of times eagerly looking for the house 4017 he repeats in his head. He finally finds it and parks the car quickly, leaving the car on.

He walks up to the door and knocks harshly. After a few minutes and a couple more hard knocks, a man answers the door.

“Where the fuck is she?” Jack says to the man sternly.

“Chill, man. She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.” He yawns.

You stumble out of his bedroom with your heels barely on and your hair disheveled.

“Jack?” You question, still heavily hungover.

“Come on, y/n,” Jack says sternly.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Come on?” You ask him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.” The guy says.

“I don’t.”

“Come on, y/n. I’m not going to ask you again.” Jack orders.

“Just like how I didn’t ask you to come here?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jack nods, tongue against his cheek tightly before he storms into the house and throws you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“Why do you have to be so challenging, Hmm?” He shakes his head, opening the passenger door.

“I gave you your time, I even had my time. But you never came around. Why? Was it me?” He asks you.

“Jack, I’m too hungover for this shit.” You sigh.

“Shit? Us talking about our relationship is shit?” He yells.

“NO, YOU FUCKING YELLING IS THE SHIT! SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!” You yell at him.

Surprised by your outburst, Jack rearranges in the driver’s seat and sighs.

“Why did you leave?” He asks quietly.

“Cause I couldn’t deal with it anymore.”

“Deal with what? You never talked to me about it so I don’t know what was happening.”

“Your career, your fans, the fast life, it was all too much. Then, you were barely there. I mean we were together, but you weren’t there.” You admit.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because when we first started dating I asked you what would be the biggest reason you’d break up with a girl, and you said she didn’t support your career. It wasn’t that I didn’t support your career anymore, I just felt lonely, but I didn’t know how you’d take it. So, I broke up with you before you broke up with me.” You shrug, playing with your thumbs.

“Y/n, baby. I promise you, I wouldn’t have broken up with you.” He says, holding you hard.

“How was I supposed to know, Jack.” You say, tearing up and looking at him.

“You wrote all these songs about having other girls, you’re always around so many pretty girls, and I just. I don’t compare to what you could have.” You tell him, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jack pulls into a random parking lot and parks the car.

“Y/n, I don’t care about any other girls, and I certainly didn’t have any other girls on the side. You’re the one I love. If you needed me I would’ve been there.” Jack says, cupping your cheek, and wiping the tears away.

You just look at him, tears falling.

“Y/n, take me back. Let me try again.” Jack pleads.

“I don’t want to hold you back.” You sniffle.

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck about anything that doesn’t include you. Forget my job, don’t even think about it. Think about me and what we could have. Please.” Jack begs.

You cup his cheek like you did that night at the Halloween party. For a second Jack thinks it’ll be the same, that you’ll tell him that y’all aren’t meant to be.

You look up into his eyes, the eyes you’ve missed for months. You literally have all that you’ve wanted in your hands and it’s begging for you to take him back, but instead, you settle back into your seat.

“Take me home, please.” You say barely above a whisper.

Jack nods sadly before reversing the car and driving out of the parking lot, to your house.

The drive is quiet and full of tension.

“Take me on a date. Take me on a date and show me we’ll have enough time together.” You tell him.

A smile appears on Jack’s face as he realizes you’re giving him a chance.

“Where?” He asks, a full-on smile displayed on his face.

“You choose, just don’t flake on me.” You tell him.

“I won’t.” He smiles.

“Okay, text me when and where.” You tell him, getting out of the car.

Jack watches as you walk into your apartment building. He breaks out in celebratory yells and dances, pausing when he hears two knocks on his window.

“I, uh, I forgot my phone.” You laugh.

“Right, right. Here you go.” Jack says, giving you your phone.

You turn around and walk to your apartment, still laughing.

“Way to go, Jack,” Jack says, putting the car in drive and pulling off.

Tuesday

Jack: Can I come get you tonight at 7

Y/n: it’s 6

Jack: I know.

Y/n: I mean..sure?

Jack: Dress as casually as you can.

Y/n: I am confused.

Jack: don’t worry about it.

You sigh and get up from your spot on the couch, walking towards your room. You pick out a cute sweat suit and put it on. You decide to go for a simple and light makeup look and by the time you’re done with everything it’s 6:45. You sit on your bed for a bed swiping through Tik Tok when Jack texts you to tell you he’s downstairs.

“I said to dress casual.” Jack sighs.

“This is casual!” You argue.

“You could go out like that.” He smacks his lips.

“In Nike sweatpants and a matching hoodie?” You ask him.

“Maybe you just look that good.” He smiles.

“Tomato, tomato, tomato.” You say to him, gesturing your hands as if you’re throwing tomatoes at him.

“Man, I can’t compliment my date?” He smacks his lips.

“No. Now, where are we going?” You ask him, smiling.

“We’re gonna go pick up some food to go and that’s all I’m telling you right now,” Jack says, putting the car in drive.

Once Jack gets on the highway you notice he’s driving downtown.

“You told me to dress casual and we’re going downtown?” You ask him, flabbergasted.

“Yes.” He nods.

“This sounds like a setup.” You sigh.

“Shut up.” Jack laughs.

Jack parks outside of some food place and goes inside. He comes out carrying two bags filled with food.

“Damn, Jack.” You say surprised.

“What, I look good or something?” He smiles.

“No, dummy. Why we got all this food.” You laugh.

“So I don’t look good?” He asks scrunching his brows.

“Of course you do, Now why did you get all of this food?” You question him taking the bags from him and putting them in the back seat so he could drive.

“Cause I wanted you to be able to pick from whatever you wanted.” He shrugs.

He pulls up to a gas station.

“Go get two large slushies, while I fill up the tank.” He says to you, handing you his card.

“I can pay for that, Jack.” You laugh.

“Take it.”

“Nope.” You tell him and walk away into the store.

You grab two large slushie cups and fill one half and half with red and blue and one with all red for Jack.

You pay for them and join Jack who’s waiting in the car.

“Here ya go.” You say handing him his drink.

“Thank you, pretty girl.” He says out of habit.

The nickname makes you blush just as it did when y’all were together.

“Where are we going now?” You ask him, taking a picture of the setting sun with your phone.

“See that building right there?” Jack asks, pointing to a tall building.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“You can park your car on top, we’re gonna watch the sunset from up there and eat, and then we’re gonna drive around.” He says.

Your eyes soften as you realize what he’s doing.

“Like, our first date?” You ask him, tears forming in your eyes.

You didn’t think Jack even remembered your first date with him.

“Exactly.” He smiles.

Jack goes up the building's parking ramp, smiling at you laugh the whole time he goes through the swirls.

Once he parks on top the view is beautiful.

“Wow. It looks exactly the same.” You sigh, remembering your first date up here.

“You look just as beautiful as you did the first time.” He says.

He brings out the food and you laugh as you realize it’s the same food y’all ate the first time you came up here too.

“So, you just had this all planned out, huh?” You ask him.

“I did.” He nods.

“Thank you, Jack. This means a lot.” You tell him.

“I only have one request.” He tells you.

“What?”

“You end this date how we ended the first one.” He says.

You pause for a second, thinking about it. Jack went through so much to make sure this date was perfect. You’re sure you can make the relationship work this time with more communication.

“Okay.” You agree.

“Okay?” He celebrates.

“Okay.” You nod, laughing.

“Okay!” Jack yells, leaning over and kissing you.

You kiss him back, both of you smiling.

“We’re forever this time, baby. I promise.” Jack beams.

“We’re forever.” You agree.

“Put this back on,” he says digging your promise ring out of his pocket and placing it on your left ring finger.

“Thank you.” You smile.

“Promise to never take it off.”

“I promise.”

[sleepingnova]

Y'all have been waiting for like a month so here it is guys <3

BEHOLD

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

These are the more laid back ones. The angstier ones will be later.

Cw: self harm and suicide mentions, transphobia, uhh that might be it?

Miles is a ftm trans boy. (This'll cause problems later on.) He realized this when he was 13, but he was scared and in denial.

His birth name was Michaela.

People always thought he was a guy because he looked like one, which made him happy.

The first person he came out to was his uncle, Aaron. (Aw ye Aaron angst soon hell ye)

He is also bisexual, which isn't a big deal to him, he's scared shitless at how he's gonna tell his parents he's trans.

As he gets older, he doesn't care much about having a s/o, but we'll come back to this later.

For the sake of these headcanons and where I'm planning on going with this, Aaron lives till old age :D

Miles fessed up about being trans to Aaron when he was 14 going on 15.

Aaron being the W uncle he was, supported him with his whole life because believe it or not, Aaron was also trans. He had his surgery young so miles grew up never knowing.

Aaron was the type of guy to think that it'd be better if Miles told his parents instead of keeping them in the dark.

Miles didn't come out as trans officially to his parents until he was 17. He went to Aaron's apartment and cut his hair. He had a BUNCH of hair.

Like the good Samaritan he was, he donated it to cancer centers for the causes of cancer and alopecia and all the other diseases that take your hair away.

Okay here's the angstier part of these headcanons 🤪🫶🏽

He went home that night with Aaron behind him and officially told his parents. His mother welcomed and supported him with open arms, changing her use of pronouns and names and calling him son immediately.

His dad on the other hand actually wasn't there. But when he came home, he saw Rio and Miles hugging so he was confused. Aaron left and Miles asked to talk outside privately.

He told his dad and..his dad didn't respond to it in the best way.

His father told him it would be a change and that he didn't want to say goodbye to his daughter so soon.

Jeff never wanted a son in the first place. He wanted a girl.

All of the respect he had for his father was gone in like 2 seconds.

Miles went back inside with tears in his eyes. His mom looked up from the kitchen table and asked him how it went but when she saw the heartbreak in his eyes, she rushed over to him.

When Miles told her what happened, she was so pissed. She wanted to cuss his dad out so badly, but she didn't. Instead, she called Aaron and told him to come get Miles so she could talk to her husband.

As Aaron was driving back to get Miles, he was fucking furious. While Miles was in the car, he got out and quite literally punched the shit out of his dad and started yelling at him.

That was the end of it at that time.

Aaron bought miles a new binder (after finding his old one that he's had since he was 14)

He got miles basically everything he needed, and Miles started saving up to get surgery.

The first thing he got was too surgery. He didn't care too much about bottom surgery but he still wanted it.

As time went on, his dad's comments actually started to get to him. His dad would misgender and deadname him almost every day.

For a while, miles was actually really depressed. He didn't let anyone see it though. Not Peter, or Gwen. Which brings me to my next point.

Miles actively quit being spiderman 3 times. He quit for the very first time when he was 14, he was actively failing his classes because of stress and exhaustion and his parents had no clue why. Then he kept going and quit again 2 weeks before his 16th birthday. He had a bunch of wounds that needed to heal and he played sports so he didn't want anyone who didn't know he was spiderman to assume his parents were hitting him. After some time and much exercise, he went at it again. He quit for "good" the 3rd time, 3 days into his 17th birthday. One of his friends had gotten injured during an attack and almost died while he was trying to get the guy away from his friend. He swore he wouldn't let anyone get hurt and he thought not being spiderman would prevent that. ( His depression also played a major role in why he kept quitting as well)

It did not.

So he went back at it and is currently still spiderman.

He actually was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Twice on different attempts.

He begged the hospital not to give him his mom. There were like 15 nurses w the last name morales so when his mom came in it went a little something like this.

"Hello, my name is Rio, I'll be your nurse today. It shows you're in here because of a failed suicide attempt. I'm so sorry to hear that it got that bad and I'm glad you're still with us. It's funny, you have the same name as my son...Miles..?" As she turned around, there he was. Miles was in the hospital bed with stitches and scars on his wrists from bleeding out in Aaron's bathtub.

The tears came flooding out as miles avoided her gaze at all cost. He was ashamed. He was scared. It brought him back to being 14 again. When someone found out he was trans.

She rushed to his side.

"Mi niño, cómo sucedió esto? ¿Quién hizo esto? (My child/boy, what happened? Who did this?)

She instantly realized what happened when he did not speak. Her eyes softened and tears flooded out of her eyes. She began to sob as she walked out of the room and into the hallway. Passing patients looked at her as they had never seen a nurse or doctor lose their cool at the hospital.

Once miles was out, he was placed on suicide watch and his mom was watching over him like a hawk. For a while, he was actually getting better and doing really well.

Truth be told, he's scared of dying so he'd never actually kill himself.

When he draws, he draws all his characters with small little self harm scars on the bodies as a comfort thing because he did the same thing.

Aaron and Rio are trying to talk sense into his dad because that's kinda one of the main reasons miles attempted in the first place.

Miles has a playlist for when he feels sad. It consists of Cavetown, Melanie Martinez, SZA, his favorite song (Sunflower post Malone & swae Lee), Mac Miller, and a bunch of others <3

Okay that's actually kinda it, I went a bit overboard with this but I hope you guys liked it :)

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

I'm considering doing a small fanfic with these headcanons so let me know if you guys want it.

I'm also gonna make a taglist as well, so for now if you'd like to be on it, just send an ask :)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone 💙

Btw, if you want me to drop the playlist, send me an ask and I got you ❤️ (>▽<)

[pclungs]

ok well i fixed it. i cried bc i got like 2 broken portable players and i thought the radio was broken too while also fucking up my fav tape (wish by the cure) and also im abt to have my period but anyways it wasn't rven a big deal 🫶🏽 lost a few seconds of 2 songs but its whatever. listening to wish rn yayyy

i really did mean to sleep early tonight but i spent like an hour salvaging my cassette and then being sad about it even though i'm pretty sure the only part that got damaged didn't even have audio playing bc the last song already finished but it was a bday giftttttt

[mithliya]

y’all need to go touch some fucking grass and stop getting offended over everything fr why is it a problem to differentiate between bi ppl who are in hetero relationships and bi ppl in same sex relationships.

STAY AWAY FROM HER.

GET A JOB.

(if you don’t like something you can scroll! i promise no one but you cares for your opinions bc they suck 🫶🏽 hope this helps)

i wish they would understand that from the jump i knew bi ppl without preferences exist and wanted to add an option for that too but 3 options for bisexuals on radblr is simply overkill lol 😭 i know i should’ve put preferences in a separate poll for more accuracy but damn. its not a big deal at the end of the day

[theemporium]

congratulations on 10k, it’s so so well deserved xxx

could i possibly order a 🩵 with lando with "I don't know who you are anymore." need some angst to get the emotions running!

super super well done again x

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

20. "I don't know who you are anymore."

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“I don’t get what the big deal is!” 

“Lando, you’re being blind right now!” 

“Or you’re just being fucking dramatic!” 

The back and forth had been going on for the better part of the last hour. It was meant to be a casual day—a relaxing one even. Lando had been away on a triple header and you had been swamped with work projects, and it meant you hadn’t had much time together. Usually, you tried to join Lando for a race weekend or two but this had been the first time in a while you had gone so long with such limited contact with your best friend. 

The last thing you expected when you walked into his apartment for dinner and a movie night was to be standing on different sides of his living room, screaming at each other. 

“Are you serious?” You looked at him before scoffing, shaking your head. “I am trying to help you. I am trying to look out for you. She’s bad news, Lando!” 

“You don’t know her,” Lando shot back. 

“Neither do you!” 

Lando rolled his eyes but you could see the fuming look shining in them. “Is it so hard to believe that she likes me? Am I that fucking undesireable that you think a girl would just be using me for clout?” 

You let out a frustrated sigh. “No, of course not. But—”

“Are you jealous?” He shot at you, shoulders tensed and back straight. “Is that what this is? You know, she said that—”

“She said what?” You sneered, eyes narrowed at the boy. “What did she say, Lando? What did the wannabe influencer who you’ve known for all about five minutes say about me that you agree with?” 

He clenched his jaw.

“I don’t know who you are anymore,” you murmured, your voice soft and raw, giving him whiplash from the screaming match moments ago. “And frankly, I don’t think I like this new version. You’re not him.” 

He swallowed harshly. “Not who?” 

“My Lando. The Lando who would have thrown himself onto a race track before doubting his own friends and believing the words of some stranger,” you bit, seeing the exact moment your words hit home.

You grabbed your jacket, ignoring the flash of hurt in his eyes as you stormed towards the door. 

“Have fun with your girlfriend, Lando. Don’t call me when you realise I’m right.” 

The door slammed behind you was left to emphasise your point.

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[theemporium]

Foreplay with norstappen when lando cums in his pants and is a bit embarrassed but y/n and max assure him they find it hot

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It was hot. 

So unbelievably fucking hot that it made his head spin. His body felt like it was on fire, his cheeks were burning up and he couldn’t tear his dazed eyes away from the sight in front of him. He didn’t think he ever wanted to look at anything else again.

Maybe it was the stress of the upcoming season. Maybe it was the fact he had been away in England for the last week because of meetings and factory visits. Maybe it was because Lando was a simple man with simple desires, and everything in front of him was a wet dream come to life. 

Or maybe Lando was just really fucking weak when it came to you and Max. 

He had landed not even a few hours ago, finally coming back home to your shared flat after a week of messages and late night calls. He wanted you. He wanted Max. He just wanted to be at home with his people again. 

And somewhere between the greeting kisses and murmured catch-ups with a show playing on in the background, Lando found himself sprawled across the bed with you on top of him, hips rolling and grinding down on his painfully hard dick. Max was behind you, his fingers threaded through your hair as he tugged your head back so he could kiss you. 

Lando tried to hold himself back. He tried to grip the sheets beneath him and think about anything except the scene in front of him, but your hips kept rolling and Max was moaning into your mouth and he just couldn’t help himself. 

He let out a pathetic whimper as a rush of pleasure ran down his spine, hot and white and breath-taking. His face burned in embarrassment when he realised what he had just done, and now he wanted to be anywhere but near you and Max.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he exclaimed, catching both you and Max off-guard as he lifted you off his lap before he pushed past the two of you to try and make it to the bathroom.

“Lando?” Your brows furrowed together as you reached for him but he jerked away from the contact. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?”

“I–” Lando closed his eyes when he felt hot, shameful tears well up on his lash line. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. I just…I need a sec, okay?”

You shot Max a look, your concern only growing tenfold.

“We can stop, it’s fine,” Max murmured as he took a step closer to the boy, his hand resting on the Brit’s back. “Just tell us how we can help.”

Lando let out a low groan as he covered his face with his hands. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell us anything, baby, you know we would never judge,” you murmured as you stood up off the bed, moving closer to your boys.

“I—” Lando paused as he let his shoulders drop, turning to face the two of you as he tried not to wince at his next words. “I…finished.”

You both stared at him. “Okay, and?”

“And it’s embarrassing!” Lando retorted, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink colour. “Look, let’s just not talk about this ever again and pretend it never happened—”

“Lando,” you called on him softly, stepping forward to take his face in your hands so he couldn’t turn away. “I was humping your dick, I’d be more offended if you didn’t come.”

“But…I usually do better than that,” he muttered. 

“You haven’t seen us or touched us for a week,” Max reminded him. “You missed us. It happens. It’s hot. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s not hot, it’s embarrassing,” Lando grumbled. 

“I agree with Max,” you said as you wound your arms around his neck. “It’s hot, baby. It's so hot that you can't help yourself.”

Lando gulped slightly.

“Do you like watching us?” Max murmured as his fingers gripped Lando’s chin, turning his face to look at him. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he whispered his confession. 

“Knew you were a little freak,” you teased jokingly as you nosed his jaw. “Do you wanna keep watching? Wanna watch Max absolutely ruin me?”

Lando’s eyes fluttered shut. “I—”

“Words,” Max reminded him, his voice a little sterner this time.

“Yes,” Lando whined. “Please, I just…please.”

You grinned as you glanced at Max before turning your attention back to your other boyfriend. “Anything for our good boy.”

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[theemporium]

may i request a green-eyed mojito prompt #14 with jack hughes 💚

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

14. “I don’t like them all looking at you.” 

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He was being weird. 

Which, all things considered, wasn’t the most abnormal sentence to say about your boyfriend. Jack could be weird at times, but it was mostly endearing and sweet. It added to his charm. It made you love him a little more. 

But right now? 

Right now, it was really confusing you why your boyfriend was standing so straight, his chin jutted out a little and an odd look on his face that you only ever saw when he was trying to workout what the fuck Trevor was drawing in Pictionary. 

It was definitely not an expression you were used to seeing outside of summer nights at the lakehouse. And one you were definitely not expecting to see at your university’s alumni gala they held every year to welcome back previous and achieving students.

Jack had been excited to be your date, happy that it fell on a day where he could finally support you in something rather than the other way around. Even on the car ride over, he had been chatting excitedly on meeting some old friends you used to go to class with and maybe some new people you could network with. 

And now, he just seemed like he didn’t want to be there.

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Jack snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look at you with a slightly strained smile on his face. “Hm, yeah? Why?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “You wanna tell me what’s really wrong now?” 

“Nothing is wrong,” Jack stated, winding an arm around your waist and squeezing. “Just…observing.”

“Observing?” You repeated.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “Your old classmates seem so…nice.” 

You snorted. “God, baby, if you are gonna try to hide it, be a little more subtle.” 

Jack frowned. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“No?” You shook your head, though the act seemed more fond than anything. “You’ve been on edge since we first walked in. If you don’t feel comfortable, we can leave.” 

“No, no,” he let out a sigh, squeezing you a little closer like it brought him some comfort. “This is important to you and you want to be here.” 

“Jack,” your voice softened a little as you placed a hand on his chest. “Talk to me.” 

“It’s no big deal, just—” He paused for a moment, frowning a little as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. “Everyone here is so smart. And they keep talking about all these degrees they have and papers they’ve written and…I don’t know, I just don’t think I fit in.” 

“Baby,” you frowned. 

“I told one dude I played hockey and I swear he looked like Luke after he tried that curry Dawson made,” Jack murmured, his nose scrunched up. “I guess it just feels weird knowing this is such a big part of your life that I don’t fit into.” 

“And you think I do?” You questioned, a teasing smile on your lips. “Everyone comes to these things to one up each other. Half of them are probably lying through their teeth to seem important.”

Jack frowned. “Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” you smiled, reaching down for his hand so you could squeeze it softly. “You are better than everyone in this room, Jack. And I mean that. That’s why I am here with you, and not them.”

“Hell yeah you are,” Jack puffed his chest a little. “You chose me. Not them.”

“Mhm,” you grinned. 

“Especially that group of weird tech guys from your calculus class that keep staring over here,” Jack grumbled, his eyes narrowing over your shoulder to the corner of the room they were hidden away in. “I don’t like them all looking at you. Or the jokes they make. They make Quinn look like a comedian.” 

You snorted. “They can look all the way because I’m gonna be with you every time they do.” 

Jack grinned, turning his gaze back to you. “I like the sound of that.”

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