#layla keating x reader

[cloveroctobers]

if you’re still writing for layla keating — a layla keating x fem!reader where they say i love you for the first time!! maybe R is also a college athlete or something!! thank you!!!

NEXT 2 U — LAYLA KEATING [Summer Writings]

A/N: I’m really not writing for all american anymore due to lack of interactions + I’m starting to actually stray away from the show but I also haven’t done requests in a minute so here’s this little blurb (my version) for you 🖤

S|N: you think I would know more about basketball considering all the games I went to and watched my dad, uncle, and brother play as a kid but I’m really just winging it!

<- read my previous summer anthology writings here.

𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹��༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎

Being rated top three best players on your college basketball team came with fulfillment considering how big your team is. You were fine not being the number one or the two really, you let your skill speak for itself on the court and that’s all that mattered. Not the opinions of anyone, you learned to zone out the noise of those seated and put your focus solely into the game and moving in sync with your team.

That’s what you brought to the team, fluidity.

It was the first major game after settling into college and you didn’t take your family or friends not being able to attend to heart. Majority of the time you hardly realized anyone was there until after the game was over, that’s how zoned out you tended to be. It wasn’t only with your love of basketball either, it was like that with any hobbies you had as well and it’s always been that way since you were a kid.

So it did come as a shock to you to find Layla in the crowd, after you just won the game that maybe the true start of your basketball career and would be proceeding to the next round of tournaments. Your eyes are enlarged while she’s all wide grins and squeals, arms locking across your shoulders as you embrace.

“The hell are you doing here? I thought you were tied up with meetings for the upcoming lounge?” That’s right, your business woman of a girlfriend was doing it big at such a young age.

She was already on the rise of being an insane record producer and now here she was scooping out locations for the lounge she wanted to further expand her business. You brainstormed names together but knew Layla wasn’t feeling any of the names you provided so you picked her brain but it’s also become quite clear that she wasn’t sure either.

She really wanted to honor her mom in more ways than one.

Layla just wanted to secure a spot that felt right for her lounge. Something she could be proud of and something her own mother would enjoy even from the spirit realm. You honestly weren’t sure how this relationship would survive with Layla still living in Beverly Hills being busy while you were handling your own pressures of being a college athlete out in Arizona.

It was hard but you both made it work.

“You think I would seriously miss your first game of the tournament? What kind of girlfriend do you take me for? And we both know it’s not a trash one.” Layla stared at you, arms still locked across your shoulders.

You laugh and nod, “never that! I’m just really shocked and happy to have you here.”

“Good! That was my wicked plan.” Layla beams, “and I want to take you out to celebrate…unless you’re hanging out with the team, then we can have a nightcap instead when you’re finished?”

You glance over at your joyous vibrant team.

“You could always come with us,” you started as you turned back to Layla’s brown eyes, “I like having you next to me anyway.”

Layla cooed, “and I love loving you.”

Your lips slightly pry apart while you raise your brows at this revelation.

Doing things backwards in your relationship was slightly common. Sure this relationship was fresh and you already asked Layla to be your girlfriend (Layla loved it so much that’s how she referred to you in conversations instead of using your name, which annoyed the vortex majority of the time but they were just happy that Layla found someone to truly love and reciprocate it in their eyes.) but you haven’t gotten to this step yet. Letting the “L,” word be said. It was always there, the amount of emotion that poured out the both of you whenever you were together…it was all just a matter of when the both of you finally let it out.

You lean closer to her, “what was that? I can’t hear you over everyone.”

Layla knows you did and drops her head with a shy grin, “I’m in love with you and I love you, there. Whew! Now I feel so much better.”

You pinch her chin staring at her underneath your eyelashes as you say, “glad you got that off your chest babe but the feeling is definitely mutual. I love you too.”

Layla holds back a squeal but the bouncing from one foot to the other while her spiral curls move with her, is a dead giveaway that she’s relieved to hear you say the same. Her cheeks are as wide as can be and although you’re already sweaty, there’s more warmth that spreads over your body as you squeeze Layla tighter to you, kissing her lips softly to seal the truth.

The love was always felt but saying it while peering into each other’s eyes was a feeling that felt infinite and secure.

What more could you ask for?

𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ 𖤓𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋𖦹ོ༘₊⁺☀︎

Continue with my summer writings & prompts here.

[saturnville]

shirt.

pairing: damon sims x black!fem!oc. warning: none. content: she enjoys wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. prompt: “is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Her eyes fell toward the article of clothing that fell over her body. A long-sleeved maroon shirt with the king of the jungle in the middle—bright and bold in white.

A shy smile crept upon her lips as she nodded slowly. Her hands soothed out the nonexistent wrinkles out of habit. Damon slipped past her and into her dorm room.

“Looks better on you.” He nodded in approval. The door closed behind her softly. His lips met hers with as soon as the door closed. Her back was against the door and her hands on his chest as their lips danced. “Missed you, baby.” She pecked his lips in response, which was followed my a quick yelp when his hand collided with her bottom.

He took a step back from her and let his bag slide hoff his shoulders and hit the floor with a soft thud. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his favorite black sweatshirt and tossed it on the back of her chair. She giggled when he flopped onto her bed like a fish and sighed into her pillow.

Classes were long over and their respective practices for basketball and soccer had wiped out the remaining energy they had. The only thing on his mind was being tucked underneath her as they slept well into the next morning.

“Today wore you out, huh?”

Her finger slid over the light switch which allowed her desk lamp to offer a faint illumination. Damon hummed softly and extended his arm to her, ushering her near.

She kicked off her slippers and slid beside him.

“It did. And this is the only place I’m tryna be after a long ass day.” Damon’s hand cupped her waist and pressed his lips against her forehead. Her heart leapt and her stomach fluttered. “Love you, baby.”

She grinned like a child. “Love you more, D.”

[lay-z]

pride & prejudice | prologue

Pairing: Jordan Baker x You Warnings: None. Summary: You and him may serve different clichés and live different lifestyles, but that doesn’t mean you can’t share the same kind of issues. What happens when Beverly Hills High’s socially awkward nerd and the rebellious star athlete must start working together? What if they find out that they're not that different after all?

Aloha, luvs!

I just recently started a new show on Netflix, because self-isolation n' all, and I stumbled upon a show called "All American". I love football and I loved "last chance u", so I gave it a shot. I was surprised by all the teenage drama at first and didn't know if I like it, but turns out I do; very much so actually.

The characters are so interesting and diverse and I just couldn't help myself. For now, I'll write a story surrounding Jordan Baker, but I love the rest of the show's characters just as much and I'd love to write something surrounding them, too. I think I'll just wait and see how people will like this story first :)

**!!You should expect [major] SPOILERS for Season 1+2!!**

I sure hope you'll like it and let me know if you do!

Cheers ♥

“(Y/N)?”

You’re too engrossed in your art journal to notice your best friend, Lori, trying to get your attention from across the cafeteria table nor the usual hubbub around you as the rest of the school enjoys their lunch break as well.

“(Y/N)?”, she asks again, waving a napkin in front of your face this time.

You look up at her eventually and shrug your shoulders. “What?”

Lori sits back with a sigh, shaking her head. “Nothing, I’ve just been talking to you for the last, like, ten minutes and you’re not even listening.”

You close your journal with pursed lips and pick your fork into the full bowl of salad in front of you. “Sorry”, you say before putting the fork back down again. “I’m just trying to finish my art project, but you’re right –” You crack a weak smile. “I’m listening now.”

Lori’s lips part and she shows her blinding white teeth as she smiles at you. “Ok, good –“

You try to focus on your friend, and you succeed at first, but you can’t help to notice the group of students walking across the school yard behind her.

There is this aura of carelessness and joy surrounding them as they walk together; being greeted by nearly everyone and admired by them, too.

“Hello-o? (Y/N)?”

Your eyes snap back to Lori with an apologetic look. “Uh, I –“

She raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow before she turns to look over her shoulder; scoffing as she looks back at you.

“Jordan Baker? You’ve got your eye on Jordan Baker, our star quarterback?”

You snort and shake your head adamantly; hoping that no one around you heard her. Rumors spread fast at Beverly High after all.

“Are you crazy? I don’t even know which one that is!”, you hiss at her while ducking your head as if that wouldn’t make it more suspicious.

Lori leans back in her chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Alright, alright”, she says with a shrug. “I just got excited there for a second, that’s all.”

You start to relax again, but you still look around you once more. However, it’s the usual sight. No one has noticed you anyway.

“And why is that?”

Lori waves you off as she picks up her smartphone, answering without even looking at you. “I just thought you’re finally interested in a guy, you know? And we could start gossiping and getting our hearts broken together and all that.”

You stare at her while she’s typing away, but your gaze drifts back to the group of popular students, sitting on the stairs, enjoying the sun and attention – and you wonder once again how that must feel like.

You purse your lips and shake your head before grabbing your art journal and the tray of lunch, the one you barely even touched.

“Come on, lunch break is almost over.”

“So, Jordan, what did your dad tell you about that transfer from South Crenshaw?”, Layla asks as she puts her sunglasses on. “I heard he’s a Wide Receiver, just like Ash.”, she says, and everyone can hear the teasing undertone in her voice.

Asher scoffs while Jordan grins at him.

“First of all, baby, he’s not just like me, ok? He’s probably just some mediocre guy who’ll get a chance to win the championship with us and –“

“Hold up”, JJ tosses in, holding his hands up.

“What, JJ? You don’t agree with Ash?”, Jordan asks playfully, earning a death stare from his best friend.

“Uh sure, but what’s mediocre mean?”

Laughter erupts within the group and Jordan doesn’t even notice his phone vibrating in his pocket at first. When he looks at the screen, he’s greeted by a text from his dad.

‘We need to have a talk about your grades, son. Meeting in my office before practice today.’

Sighing deeply, Jordan shoves his phone back into his pocket.

[echoalyssa]

This girl has stolen my work and posted it on Wattpad. The story title is ‘gonna love me | jordan baker’ by headhunchess. On the left is her story and on the right is my work. The highlighted portions are the parts that are the same. As you can see it is basically my work word for word but changed to a different perspective. What is shown above is only a portion of the plagiarism I found. This is beyond ridiculous and I am beyond pissed that this girl has 204 thousand views FOR MY WORK. If you could take the time out of your day to report this story I will be forever greatful. I can also provide links and URL’s to both stories and specific chapters. I have already reported it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BROUGHT THIS TO MY ATTETION AND COMMENTED THAT THIS IS MY WORK! (Even though she deleted the comments) I love you!

[k4tiepie]

why’re there no x reader for all american 😔😔 there’s some but not enough soooo maybe i should write some .... maybe :0

[multireese]

This is War

Asher Adams x male reader, Jordan Baker x male reader

 Asher and Jordan watched as he ran along the beach with his friend. The hot new kid and Layla Keating were splashing kicking up sand and doing terrible cartwheels, but the two best friends thought it was adorable. To say they had crushes on Y/N was an understatement, ever since the new boy transferred to Beverly Hills High the two were determined to hook up with the new kid on campus. As is the usual between best friends it had to become a competition.

"Bro, I heard he went to a boarding school in Italy so he could model. Came back to the states to get a "real high school" experience." Asher said while watching Y/N and Layla sit on their towels to catch a tan. Layla seemed to be the only friend Y/N had made at school so far but he was already the most popular.

Jordan laughed to himself,"People are actually saying that?" He crossed his arms over his chest with a big smile taking over his face.

"I mean do you see him? I sure as hell believe it," Asher nudged his friend's which got him an agreeable nod from Jordan, "All I know is I'm definitely gonna make that boy mine, just don't be jealous when he's wearing my jersey in the stands." Asher considered himself a player and as arrogant as he could be he wasn't wrong. The students at BH High threw themselves at the receiver and he was more than willing to catch them. At the moment, Asher was focused on getting with Y/N. He thought about what people would think of Asher Adams the star football player with a model cheering him on in the stands. It was cliché but that's what the pros do. Jordan's voice pulled Asher out of his delusions, "I don't know about that dude."

 Asher gave Jordan a look as if to tell him, just wait and see. "Yo JJ, hit me," Asher said tossing him the football. He then began running to jogging out to where Y/N was lounging and talking to Layla. Jordan bit his bottom lip, grinning at the scene playing out. He knew Y/N was different from everyone else in Los Angeles. F-boy moves like the one Archer is trying to pull won't impress him. At least that's what he hoped. 

 "Soooo Y/N, have you seen anybody you might be into yet?" Layla said. 

"There's actually this one guy but we haven't even hung out yet. Everyone's been really nice to me but 2 weeks and you're the only friend I made." Y/N's shoulders dropped down, his eyes turning down and away. Saying those words out loud embarrassed him a little.

 "Well isn't that all the more reason to be excited about where things could go with this guy? Option one, you make a friend and I have to share you or option two you get some dick." This made them both laugh out loud. Layla brought Y/N back to his usual chipper mood. The two put their sunglasses back on and laid back on their towels. This got him thinking about what could come of hanging out with that hot guy later. How should Y/N come on to him? Should he come on to him? Y/N hasn't dated since his ex and that relationship started in middle school. 

 Layla and Y/N sat up when they heard someone yell something that sounded like watch out. Suddenly, a cute blonde boy holding a football fell between the two facing Y/N. "Sorry about landing right on you like this, I just couldn't let that pretty face get hurt," Y/N laughed that line was corny but still sweet. He thanked the blonde guy expecting him to go away until Layla cleared her throat and shot Y/N a look, " I'm Asher Adams, nice to finally meet you handsome." Asher extended his hand Y/N shook it but instead of pulling their hands apart Asher just held it. When Asher rubbed his thumb over the back of Y/N's hand, the boy struggled to introduce himself. Y/N prayed his hands wouldn't clam up. Asher's eyes never left his. Jordan walked down the beach to where all this was taking place, not that anyone noticed. "Listen Y/N, I know you're new and Layla is probably a great tour guide but, how about we give her some time off and you let me show you around my city tonight?" Asher leaned in offering Y/N a seductive smile. 

 "That sounds great Asher and I'd love to see more of your city but I actually have plans tonight," Asher wasn't bothered by a little competition what guy has a better chance than him? 

"Actually…," Jordan spoke which made Y/N melt, Asher felt Y/N go weak as Jordan placed an arm around him, "...we have plans tonight. I'm taking Y/N out tonight, maybe we'll end up at JJ's party Asher." Asher's lips tightened and he narrowed his gaze. Y/N was so taken aback by the revelation that this would be an actual date with Jordan, he didn't notice the tension building between the two. Asher promised to find Y/N at the party and show him a good time before walking off. This was war.

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can you do head canons on what it would be like to date Layla keating? Preferably female reader but gender neutral is also good! It’s okay if you don’t want to ofc!

HEADCANONS DATING LAYLA ・❥✧.* ・❥・

A/N: why not? It’s nothing too long but there’s some cute moments in there. I think present Layla…like end of season 5 Layla would actually make a good girlfriend once she knows what she wants that is! But let me take that back, most of the previous relationships kinda did her dirty so she was somewhat valid. Anyways we’re talking about Layla with a fem! Interest here and I wrote this pretty quick which is why I love HCS so thanks for this request, hope you like it!

・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*・❥・・❥✧.*

It takes a minute for the relationship to kick off since Layla’s been lost in love before while also feeling like her previous relationships didn’t value her as a person or really get her they way that they should.

With you, the love was patient and kind and Layla’s actually the first to initiate your very first kiss.

She’s horrified by the impulse she’s pulled and a stuttering mess, “oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that, especially when you were just mid-sentence—I—I don’t even know what that was—

“Yeah, how rude.” You comment, lips swollen and Layla almost appears as if she wants to melt into a puddle and crawl away like a 90s cartoon, which makes a smile spread over your own lips, “Nobody should ever cut me off when I’m trying to show you Rihanna’s iconic pregnancy photos but—if it’s only by your lips, I’ll let it slide Keating, so come here.”

And now she’s shocked because you’re actually kissing her!

You establish what the relationship is going to be that same day after the first kiss, not making any assumptions and always laying it out on the table.

The communication between you two? *Chef’s kiss*

Patience is all grins and prideful when she gains knowledge of the relationship when you stop by with lunch one day, “you bitches! Am I the first one out of the Vortex to know that this is actually a thing?”

You did greet Layla with a kiss and a cup of her round face that she almost forgot Patience was even in the studio (she was practically melting by your touch) with you so yeah!

Layla’s all starry eyed as she rests her neck into the palm of her hand, lounging on the couch beside a curled up you, your hand on her thigh, smiling.

“Yup! But just know, she’s mine and I don’t plan on sharing her with you, or Coop.” Layla warns, not daring to envision a break up with you and the glare she sends Patience let’s the raspy girl raise her hands in surrender.

When coop does find out she’s all for third wheeling dates, hanging out with you guys—which is fine sometimes but ofc you also love your alone time as well.

Layla is the protective gf, someone staring at you weird in public? she makes sure to stay close and block you from their eye sight.

Taser is never too far from her reach, believe that!

If someone upset you? She’s ready to call them up and cuss them out/read them to filth or locate their whereabouts? She’s pulling up, might even throw a restraining order in their face—if it’s harassment status because hello business woman about her shit who doesn’t play!!! especially when it comes to you!

She loves your nose kisses, especially if you’re shorter than her.

Staying over at her place? She likes cold sheets and room while you prefer warm no matter the weather in California (yeah it still doesn’t make much sense to her either, maybe you’re anemic) and it’s no different in her bed. So ofc you’re gonna use her long legs as body heat.

She also likes playing footies and sleeps with fuzzy socks on?

“Layla! Why are the fuzzies in the bed?” Your eyes are wide with bewilderment while Layla chuckles, replying to one last text message before placing it back on the night stand and turns around so you’re face to face.

“Is there a problem?” “Yeah! Who goes to bed with socks on?” “Your girlfriend.” Layla blinks, waiting for you to challenge her more. “I think we should break up.” “Is the break up in the room with us right now?” Basically she knows you’re not going anywhere and will learn to love her quirks, which you already do and it’s likewise on her end so the both of you fall into laughter.

Lots of pillowtalking. Y’all love to just talk with each other about any and everything. If you get to do it laying down somewhere? You’ll be the first two to sign on the line!

Queens of taking naps as dates for 10 points Gryffindor!

She’s the big spoon! Occasionally she’ll let you spoon her if she’s under the weather or having a bad mental health day.

You do have to remind her to take breaks now that she’s reaching big heights as a record producer.

When she’s really stressed out about a track or anything circulating around a certain artist, you take her mind elsewhere for a mental break for at least an hour—usually giving her some sense of direction on how to handle the problem.

Both great at problem solving but mainly Layla is—you’re always team “I’ll figure it out later!” While Layla’s mind is always running until it reaches the edge and slamming right into a brick wall—but it works for her somehow.

The both of you enjoy board games with Layla liking games like scrabble, puzzles, and monopoly and you like clue, LIFE, and card games. If the both of you are on the same team with the rest of the vortex? You’re always the top two couple that’s hard to beat.

Lots of hand holding and chin pressed into your shoulder.

She likes having you as her passenger princess, enjoying the thought of you being beside her and she looks just as gorgeous whipping her ride around with ease, hand in yours.

She’ll spoil you with shopping sprees and always wants your opinion when she’s trying on clothes. She loves trying on clothes while you hate it but do it because she hates the return process since most high-end stores have shitty policies.

Idk I can see Layla getting involved with someone who wants to go into the medical field so while she’s got her career figured out, she’ll help you study for all your lab exams.

“I can’t wait to have my own personal Cristina Yang…or are you more of a Miranda Bailey?” Layla wanders while you just laugh tiredly at the dining table, head collapsed along your arm.

Definitely a supportive gf: will encourage you with clues that she’ll relate to any of your obsessions to help you get the answer right, massages, kisses, and strip teases.

Loves you in her clothes but she actually steals more of yours.

Always has you help her curl the back of her hair with her curling wand when she wants to wear it curly.

Starts wearing it more that way when you tell her how pretty in curls she looks, which you notice.

You’re the most active gf out of the two (you were a complete gym rat in high school and gave the boys a run for their money. You were also on the volleyball team back then and loved the whole gains aspect and working on your arms) and layla tends to only turn to exercise when she’s having a bad day.

You’re not as deep into the gym now thanks to declaring biomedical sciences as your major but you kept your workouts to at least three times a week and doing at home workouts every now and then.

You’ll have to drag Layla to take hikes with you—she rather do the hikes since the scenery is quite beautiful and you in cycling shorts?! is always a great sight to witness but 🤫

She prefers hot yoga or Pilates tbh.

The always busy couple who never find a reason to be bored and definitely keep each other entertained.

Want to go on a road trip or night drive? Layla only questions if it’s going to be a 24 hr thing or a couple of days so she can pack accordingly and make sure things will be handled at the studio in her absence. Any chance she gets to spend one on one time with you? She’s doing it.

You come up with spontaneous adventures, Layla just needs to know how far and the weather so she can prepared.

Whatever she wears, you’ll be sure to tell her how much you love something on her.

Words of affirmation are big in this relationship. 

I do feel like she’s more physically affectionate and you may be more verbal, perhaps that has to do with your professions/desires with Layla always having her hands in music and you constantly thinking out loud when it comes to the sciences and simple human nature—if we’re looking into it deeply.

You’re always reading world science articles to her btw and even if she doesn’t quite get it…she listens just like you do when she lets you listen in on the beats that get sent over to her by the engineer.

She doesn’t mind PDA at all, most of the time she’s always the one touching you and finding some way to touch you unconsciously.

Layla’s never felt like this before, a fresh love that didn’t have to feel complicated, questionable, or suffocating. She could be herself around you and knew she was falling in love whenever she would daze off just staring at you while you talked or just simply listening to the sound of your voice.

“You’re my favorite person, I hope you know that.” Layla finds herself saying on one of your many drives.

You pause in your balled up side of the car, “I’m starting to believe you…why else would you listen to me damage my vocal cords to a Whitney Houston song?”

Layla snorted, “…you have a nice tone.”

“Sure but I’m no Whitney.”

“You can be my Whitney. Because I’ll always wanna dance with you, my somebody who loves me.” She lightly sings

Gagging at Layla, you slap her thigh, “the cheese! I can’t take it!”

“Oh you love it! Don’t you wanna dance! Say you wanna dance!”

You wiggle your shoulders and flip your hair forward and over your face making Layla whoop and snap her fingers, twinkles in her dark eyes.

Laughing you smooth your hair back and reach forward to meddle with the staticky radio before looking for the aux cord.

The silence was just as comforting with the both of you driving down the dirt road, side by side but it was even better singing the lyrics to songs declaring your love for each other.

A love that’s worth it, deserves to be screamed together into the sky, to be felt and genuine

and you were sure a love with Layla Keating was just that.

・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.* ・❥・・❥✧.*

Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find all my works written during the summer season of 2023🍸🍓 🛶

SUMMER LAKE — Jessie “J.R.” Raymond Jr > Series: All American Homecoming + THE CW

BEING A BAKER — Jordan x Olivia x Sibling! > REQUESTED_Series: All American + The CW (Not a summer prompt but written during summer)

WWICECREAM — Guero > Series: Mayans MC + FX/Hulu

BONFIRES KNOW BETTER — Mari > Series: Yellowjackets + Showtime

DANCE IN THE LIGHT — Carmy Berzatto > Series: The Bear + FX/Hulu

MOSQUITO BOARDWALK— Chad Meeks-Martin > Film: Scream Franchise

HEAVEN HERE — Richie Jerimovich > Series: The Bear + FX/Hulu

(NASPBWDS) JEALOUS — Layla Keating > REQUESTED_Series: All American + The CW

LIGHTS OUT — Paul Cho > Series: Beef + Netflix

DAMAGE — Michael Berzatto > Series: The Bear + FX/Hulu

SILVER EYES — Emerald Haywood > Film: NOPE + (Jordan Peele)

TOMORROW — Luca > Series: The Bear + FX/Hulu

WE ARE A FAMILY — (NASPBWDS) > REQUESTED_Carmen Berzatto > Series: The Bear + FX/Hulu

↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡ —> ↺ |◁ II ▷| ��� —> ↺ |◁ II

PART III. IS HERE!

[cloveroctobers]

can you do some jealous/overprotective girlfriend Layla keating headcanons? I know u said that Layla would be the protective gf in ur Layla headcanons so I’m kinda curious to see what she would be like as a protective gf, if that makes sense? you don’t have to if you don’t want to ofc! I love ur work sm ur my fav writer on here!

A/N: hi! I’m currently putting ALL all american/hc writing on a halt for now due to lack of interactions with content I’m putting out. However I appreciate the support and request(s) you’ve been sending in, this will be my farewell piece (for now, maybe) and is in blurb form this time around as I like to give myself breaks in between any queued work I release. Thanks for your understanding 💛🫡

JEALOUS/OVERPROTECTIVE LAYLA!

“Oh just admit it Layla, you’re jealousss!” You tried and failed to hit Nick Jonas’ note as you held the door open to the surprisingly quiet Original Baker household.

Layla flinched on her way in, almost plugging one ear with her fingertip, “sure, whatever makes you feel better and…didn’t you tell me your Grams was a opera singer…what happened?”

You scoffed, “Clearly the gift skipped me but this face makes up for it.” You posed in the near by mirror in the entryway while Layla laughed at you on her way to the kitchen, “And don’t try to deflect, Missy!”

Layla rolled her eyes with her back to you as she searched the fridge for the pitcher of infused water she made one scorching yesterday afternoon, “I’m not deflecting! All I said was sure.”

“You have to add a little more to the convo than that babes,” you leaned against the island counter, eyeing the fruit in one of the bowls but found none of the options to be satisfying enough, “Like the whole holding onto me from behind when Darnell was making his way over. What was that?

Layla frowns as she poured herself a glass, “I always do that. And you like my hugs, especially from behind.”

“That’s not the only thing I like from behind,” you winked making Layla groan and slap a hand to her forehead.

“I walked myself right into that one.”

“Sure did!”

Layla sighed after taking some very long sips of water, making you widened your eyes at her, the impatience sinking in. “What? I told you I was thirsty! Fine, what do you want me to say? That I didn’t like how giggly you were as soon as he came over? The only person that should be making you happy and eyes full of stars is me.”

“You do know I kinda laugh at everything right? To the point Coop even asked me if I had some relation to Kamala Harris. I love a good laugh and what difference does it make if it’s coming from someone else?”

Layla responds, “It’s a big difference if it’s from Darnell.”

Even the way Layla said his name screamed jealousy! So what if you dated for barely three months before calling it quits and him venturing off to Germany? You weren’t going to fall in love with him because he simply made you laugh.

“You don’t see me getting like this when you’re around Asher or Spencer.” You ticked off your fingers making Layla puff out a breath.

Layla snapped, “Well, maybe you should.”

You stood up from your leaned position, facial expression serious now, “No I shouldn’t because I have trust and faith in my girlfriend.”

“It’s not about you! It’s about him. Of course I trust you, it’s him I don’t trust.” Layla massaged the space in between her brows, which indicated that she was getting frustrated with how this is playing out, “I love you okay and I’m sorry for being passive aggressive towards you on our way back home. It’s just a scary feeling to suddenly think about you deciding that you don’t want this—us anymore.”

“Have I ever given you a reason to feel like this?”

“No! Never! That’s just my insecurities settling in since I haven’t been so lucky in love before until I met you and I’ll deal with it at my next therapy session, I promise.” Layla rambled, pressing her hand into her hip now.

Dipping your head, you slowly walked over to Layla, “well…I appreciate you acknowledging that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you reached forward to play with one of her waves, “you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Oh god, stop saying that.”

You grinned as you placed a hand on your own chest, “A little bit of jealousy is healthy though. Shows that you really care about little ‘ol me.”

“So is purposely spilling Dom Pérignon on Darnell’s gorgeous, gorgeous shoes so he wouldn’t lean any closer to you, enough to show you?” Layla added sheepishly, molding her lips together.

You snapped your fingers and pointed at the tall girl, “I knew it! You’re a terrible actress and a bad liar. Go on then, lay it all out on the table for me.”

“Why so you can gloat about it for the rest of the night?” Layla scoffs, “No thank you! you were right. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Happy wife, happy life.”

You weren’t married but the statement still stands!

“That works both ways,” Layla points her fingers back and forth between you two, “considering what we identify with.”

You hands were wrapped around her waist now, “want to know something else?”

“I’m afraid to respond to that.” Layla honestly says, resting her wrists over your shoulders.

“That new artist that you’re considering signing…”

There were a few but the most recent one came to mind first, “um, Kendra?”

“Yes! Guess what? That’s Darnell’s new girlfriend.”

The glow almost seemed to fade as Layla hears this, “No way.”

“I’m serious. That’s what we were ‘giggling’ about majority of the time since I proved him wrong twice about his heart only belonging to football. He really found it in Kendra.” A smirk was on your lips then, especially at the shocked expression on your girlfriend’s face.

“And—

“Nope! We’re not back pedaling.” You warned.

Layla closed her eyes and breathed before reopening them, “agree. And now I really look like a dumbass.”

“Just a little bit,” you pinched your fingers together.

“How long have you known?”

“We still follow each other on Instagram and I liked Darnell’s birthday post for Kendra back during…spring break I think it was.”

“Has he liked any posts of us together?”

“Layla.”

“What? I’m just curious!”

“Yeah a few of them, even complimented us saying how good we look together.”

She’ll have to do some research on that later but she kept that to herself.

Instead Layla sassed, “If only he knew the half of it.”

A laugh bubbles through your lips, crinkles by the corner of your eyes, “sure.”

“Oh, whatever.” Layla shoved your shoulders back before hugging you to her frame.

Your temples were pressed together as you softly caressed the small of Layla’s back. It seemed like the tension released with the deep exhale Layla let out in your arms.

“That’s whyyyyy,” you started after some silence making Layla toss her head back in annoyance, “C’mon, you have to join in and have a laugh about it now!”

Layla makes a impressive rewind noise, “Cause you’re so sexy, beautiful, and everybody wants a taste, that’s whyyyyy.”

“I still get jealoussssss!” Both of you belted into each other’s face with one of you sounding like a dying cat and the other’s voice started of soft but cracked right towards the end of the note.

Layla held her throat and cleared it, “I should have done a vocal warm up but I’m supposed to be off today! I think I’ll need some lemon and honey tea tonight.”

“You know I got you,” you told her with a wave of your hand as if it wasn’t in the daily night routine, before your thoughts got the best of you, “I wonder if Priyanka ever feels that way.”

“Have you seen her?”

Your reply was instant, “I mean I’m looking at you.”

Layla gasped, “Fair point,” before laughing and placing her lips right on yours.

🍋 🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚🍋🐚

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

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Here you’ll find all summer works written during the summer season of 2024 down below🍦🏖️ 🌅

BURN > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

BODYGUARD > Vic Hughes + Tv/Film + Station 19 (ABC)

MAKE YOU FEEL > Rio + Tv/Film + Good Girls (NBC/Netflix)

CAMPING > Sydney, Carmy, Richie, Michael, & Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

NEXT 2 U > _Requested_Layla Keating + Tv/Film + All American (The CW)

DISTANCE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

SINNERS ON COURT > Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig + Film Crossover + Challengers/The Strangers (Amazon MGM Studios/Warner Bros. Pictures)

95 DEGREES > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

SITUATIONS > _Requested_Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

HAMMER TO THE HEART > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

COMEDY > Sydney Adamu + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

TV ON > Richie Jerimovich + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

GRANDMA’s > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

FALSE STARTS > Carmy Berzatto + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

LOVE FOR A MINUTE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

TIGER EYE > JR + Tv/Film + All American: Homecoming (The CW)

NEIGHBORS > Armando Aretas, Rio, Luca, & Mikey Berzatto + Tv/Film + Bad boys for life, Good Girls, & The Bear

-> A SUMMER EP 🌪️

RODEO > Javi Rivera + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

FIRST DAY > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

BEST EXIT > Dani + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

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Here you’ll find part ii. To my spring prompts. This will consist of all works written during the spring season of 2023 🦚🍃🪷

FEELS = Dante Torres > Series: Chicago PD + NBC

CHUCKY CHEESE = Barry > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WORTH IT = Kiara Carrera > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

KEEP UP = Rio (platonic?!) x oc x Mick > Series: Good Girls + NBC

HOLD ME = Tommy Miller > Live Action Series : The Last of Us + HBO

ROSE COLORED LENS = Sarah Cameron > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WATCH ME WORK = Carmy Berzatto > Series: THE BEAR + FX/HULU

BLACK MASCARA = Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes > Series: MAYANS MC + FX/HULU

BLOODWAR = Joel Miller > Series: The Last of Us (Live Action!) + HBO

SOUTHERN DELICACY = Rio x oc x Arman Morales > Series: Good Girls & The Cleaning Lady + NBC/FOX

DATING LAYLA = REQUESTED_ Layla Keating > Series: All American + The CW

TERMS & CONDITIONS = Angel Reyes x oc x Cane Tejada + FX/STARZ

PART iii.

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ALL AMERICAN 🏈

Here you will find all my works based on the hit television series: all american :) The show premiered in 2018 and currently has four emotion evoking seasons. It has become one of my top favorite shows. If you’re unfamiliar with the show it’s a sport filled series mixed with high school characters trying to navigate through life and build their futures. At first I skipped over it when it first came out since my mentality was, ‘oh it’s another sports filled show…that’s not really my thing.’ However once I gave it a chance I instantly became hooked with the storylines. I can honestly say season 2 or 3? is probably my favorite thus far.

X-READER

Spencer

Jordan

Olivia

Asher

Layla

Shawn

Darnell

Chris

JJ

PREFERENCES

what all the characters are like in the mornings

girlfriends

MEMES

die for you

homework

ALL AMERICAN HOMECOMING

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PLASTIC HEARTS — ALL

Synopsis: what the characters are like in the mornings since I’m currently writing this at midnight lol + I feel like ask memes are really underrated and they’re quick to write so I’m open to those too amongst the 100 of other things I have on my list/have yet to write (typical writing probs lol)

Jordan: I feel like with Jordan is either 50/50 with him. If he has to be up pertaining to football then he’s up and determined! it might take him like 2-5 mins more extra in bed to fully get up if his parents (more so billy) don’t drag him out of bed but he still manages to get up and function somehow. If he’s partying the night before then that’s a different story, he’s always hungover and feeling that shit the next morning so he’ll move super slow and will be late to class/grumpy as hell. He’s either happy and functioning well making sure he’s getting a meal regardless if he’s in a good mood in the morning or not cause the boy likes to EAT (just like Michael’s ass) + if there’s no food at the house best believe he’s cruising to a cafe to get him a meal before heading to boredom high—I mean Beverly

If he’s in a crap mood then he’s mean to everyone in his path. It’s best to leave him alone and let him sulk in his corner until he’s out of his grumpy mood which he does get out of...eventually after arguing with someone or snapping on them, taking a nap in the back of class, or after football practice.

Olivia: I’m squinting as I’m thinking this over. I don’t really think she’s a morning person? but she sets her alarm for herself and can get up in the morning without the help of her parents unlike Jordan lol. She is the type to set her alarm ten minutes before she actually has to get up so she can get extra time in the comfort of her bed. It takes the girl some time to get ready in the morning okay? Have you seen her hair? It takes time to get it right for how she wants it and she always says she should pick her outfits the night before but she always seems to get side tracked so that never happens which also takes up more of her time. Eventually she almost always makes it downstairs before Jordan does. They DON’T ride to school together, hardly, unless one of them has a issue with their car or something but they’re usually doing their own thing but have some sort of conversation in the morning over breakfast—trying to build the closeness of their relationship back

Liv likes to be on time if she can or just right on time, either or. And if things come up, then she’s a little anxious which she normally is until she’s meeting up with someone she can hold a conversation with. Half of the time there’s no need to be anxious? It’s just there and she hates it despite the lonerism she found herself in

Spencer: I think Spencer can be a light sleeper since he’s used to some sort of noise going on in his house. Plus his room is in the center of where the noise will take place. If it’s too quiet, like it usual was at the baker’s he finds it a little hard to sleep all the way? There has to be something going on for him to fully sleep like the light noise of tv? Or a sound machine. James said he was the same way as a baby, always alert. So when he wakes up in the morning, he always lets out a soft sigh closing his eyes letting the alarm go off for a few more seconds before he smacking it off. He has to get in the shower to fully wake him up tho. If he doesn’t take a shower in the morning then he’s not fully up and if he doesn’t take a shower at night, he knows he’s not going to sleep well either.

If he has to walk Dillon to school, then he doesn’t mind being late. Now that Dillon is getting older he doesn’t mind walking on his own or with a friend or two but being the protector that Spencer is, he’s going to try his best to make time for Dillon no matter what and the boy secretly appreciates it but understands now if it can’t be all the time. Spencer doesn’t have his license so he’s either catching the bus (if he was still going to Beverly, Jordan or Liv would scoop him up ofc) or speed walking to school which he seems to make just in time?? Always.

Layla: I always view her as someone so chipper. She IS a morning person (unless the depression is hitting her hard, some of us have those days) and usually has it together. She’s a big planner and if she doesn’t continue with being a producer like her dad in the future, I can see her being a event planner big time. Anyways she’s usually very organized, outfits steamed and hung up for the week, weekly calendars and reminders in her phone. Alarm’s set since she’s the only one in the house and only has herself to depend on. I feel she does take a lot on her plate for a teenager so she tries her best to follow a routine/schedule most of the time. Wake up. Stretch. Slippers. Robe. She does not check her phone until after she is done taking care of herself! Brush teeth. Shower. Skincare. Get dressed. Does hair. Checks phone on her way downstairs to breakfast. Layla is a açaí bowl or oatmeal kinda girl, fight amongst yourselves. I see it. I manifest it. She always has to have her hands in something and when it comes to breakfast and baking, you can count on her to always make something. It became something she loved since her mom and her always did that together. And she often likes taking the long way to school and the long way back home.

Asher: not a morning person. Never on time unless it’s for football on Saturday mornings. he’s a cereal kinda guy since his dad can’t afford a professional chef anymore. His favorite cereal is probably Rice Krispies with strawberries and wh*le milk or cashew milk if he remembers to buy it from the grocery app. I feel like he would eventually have to get a job his senior year since it’s kind of a struggle with his dad settling into his new job. It’s a big adjustment with his parents divorced and although his mom still slips him money when he see’s her every other weekend, he’s more tired than he ever was before. He’s used to sleeping in cars if he’s not in a king sized bed but can pretty much sleep everywhere. He can sleep through anything and always has multiple loud ass alarms to wake him up since his dad is either gone before he wakes up like before or just about to leave for his new job. He never bothers to wake him anyways. Asher is a grumpy grouch in the mornings and is addicted to ice coffees and loves a good pastry if he can’t have himself some cereal in the morning.

He’s also annoyed if he doesn’t get his cartoon’s in too before school. Don’t bother him until mid-morning, early afternoon if you know what’s good for you.

Coop: if she’s something else when she’s angry what do you think she’s like in the mornings? Annoying either way? Probably lmao. She’s probably a talker in the morning expressing some wild ass dream she had or either how she had a sucky night and couldn’t sleep properly so she was up writing a new song or something. Since she’s dropping out of school, her mornings could probably start later around 11am? Unless her mother is still home and making her get out of bed to run errands with her or clean the house while she’s gone for the day? Either way she’s probably dancing, talking your head off, blasting music as she gets ready, or browsing Twitter as her form of “morning news”

Chris: I get night owl vibes from Chris. Which is more difficult to do in high school, whew! He has to use melatonin spray or cream to help him knock out and if it fully doesn’t help, he’s dragging the next morning once he fully crashes. Sometimes it can be a good morning or it can be a sucky one. Due to his injury, he gets occasional pain in his joints which he keeps a secret from mostly everyone from his team since they were only described as spasms from his doctor. He deals with it even if it freaks him out from time to time. If it’s a sucky morning, he has to wake himself up with a splash of water to the face and then tending to the pain in his joints before carrying on about his day.

I do think he’s on his phone a lot. Before bed, actually watching soothing videos to help him knock out—don’t tell anybody that and then checking his phone again when he wakes up. Which is apparently unhealthy for the mind but hey with technology continuing to take over, what can you do?

Patience: the girl doesn’t care if she’s late or early. All that matters is trying to get through the day. She’s not crazy about getting up early to sit in 7-8 classes a day but if she’s got to do it, then she’s going to take her time. She wasn’t named “Patience” for no reason okay? When it comes to her appearance, she’s going to make sure she puts in the effort because if she looks good then she feels good and can go about her day. Most of the time she takes a quick breakfast with her on her bus ride to school (thanks to her hair not doing what she wanted it to) and then if there’s time heads to the cafeteria to get whatever they’re serving for breakfast there. At least that’s better than the lunch they serve there.

JJ: total morning person! Or if he’s not? You can never tell. The guys always in the best mood. Even if he was out partying and doing too much the night before, the dude is never hungover. Everyone wants to know his secret. And when he tells them, they don’t believe it. He’s usually a slob of a eater but he also knows how to take care of his body and all about his protein shakes and juicing. He definitely has a meal plan that he takes the time to post on his Instagram stories. The guy loves Instagram and is always posting there. If you need positive words of affirmations, JJ is your guy. Check his stories or if you run into him in person he’s all hugs and uplifting you to get through the day. He’s the guy you need around if you need it. If you don’t want to be bothered? Make sure he doesn’t see you and keep your distance because he will tackle you down and turn into DJ Khaled on your ass.

Simone: she hates mornings and thinks it’s cruel to be up five days of the week for. If she physically feels like she can’t get up due to intense studying or up binge watching real housewives or whatever, she knows it the night before and puts her plan into motion the next morning. Her parents are usually always on her ass, especially her mom so it takes a lot of persuading to let her stay home. And it still doesn’t feel like a free day because her mom is checking up on her every hour on the dot from work. She makes it feel like Simone should have just went to school. If the answer is, “there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re going.” Then Simone is definitely in a sour mood. Her dad almost always drives her to school and she checks up on her son every day through socials if she doesn’t message his second mother. Simone’s also not much of a breakfast person but if her dad is making her eat they’re stopping somewhere before he drops her off or encouraging her to take some of whatever dish he made before they leave.

Now? If there’s something on her mind? Then she’s active and stressing over it before she’s talking to someone about it. She’s out getting a light jog on around her gated neighborhood (she’s getting her fitness game back up after deciding to take tennis seriously again) before showering and getting back into bed for at least thirty minutes to forty five before she has to be up for school. Worries erased for now.

Darnell: is a morning person even if he grumbles that he doesn’t care for it. He’s a sunset kinda guy not a sunrise. It’s not much of a issue for him to get up and start the day with a long exaggerated sigh. He’s not as talkative but get something in his belly and he’s bringing up some interesting facts or news about what’s going on with certain celebrities he keeps up with. I also feel like he knows how to cook and breakfast isn’t his speciality but lunch foods are? Grits, eggs, bacon, and jam on toast is his fav thing to eat for breakfast with apple juice. That’s right, apple juice over orange juice no matter what Spence and dil have to say.

His version of appetizers (which are too big of portions but to each their own) are his go to make for lunch. For breakfast if he can’t have his fav meal in the late morning, he always eats light since he says his stomach is too sensitive in the mornings which has been proven to be true...The James’ can vouch for that

Kia: again 50/50. Depends on her night. She’s also someone who is very active in clubs so it all depends when she gets home and how fast she can get things done at home before she can crash. Sometimes she takes a lot on as well but she thrives off it? It makes her feel productive but she also knows how to balance and have free time when she wants to. Her breakfast always consists of fruit, she loves her fruit. And even if she finds herself running late then she quickly adjusts and cuts out what needs to be cut out of her morning routine and get where she needs to be making herself have the time. Which can be good or bad, depends on how you look at it. Kia is great at handling whatever is thrown at her it seems!

Vanessa: Morning person after she’s fully awake lol. Hates how she looks in the morning, thinks her face is too puffy and definitely uses a jade roller no matter what to help. Her mom is always on her ass + she’s a coach so just imagine that on top while struggling to get up. However once she’s settled, she gets this burst of energy—coach montes believes it’s “the vitamins” and “always eating properly” but the small girl always seemed to get random bursts of energy throughout the day no matter the circumstance. loves a food bagel or pastry for breakfast with orange juice or water, either is fine. She especially loves sunny mornings in California, it just makes her feel better—as it should. She even thanks the sun when it greets her face. Which is something she used to do as a kid too.

Fin.

A/N: I apologize for any typos in advance. It’s now 2am, phones about to die and it’s surely time to crash. Goodnight/morning wherever you are in the world and I’ll fix what needs to be fixed later lol. Feel free to send me ask memes for this week if you want when I do have the energy to write. Toodles!

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→ Here you’ll find all works dedicated and about All American’s [Layla Keating.]

don’t go changing • a Layla x Jordan requested short fic inspired by aly & aj’s, “don’t go changing”

that’s on you • a one-shot in which you spend Valentine’s Day with Layla — Erana James’ character from “The Wilds,” “Toni Shalifoe” was used as the fc in the gif applied in this one. This piece was also inspired by Joyce Wrice’s, “That’s on you.”

dating • Requested headcanons in which what life would be like dating Layla. WLW!!

jealous • a requested hc but turned blurb in which you’re experiencing Layla’s jealousy towards an old ex.

next 2 u • a requested piece in which you’re an athlete and share “I love you’s,” for the first time.

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THATS ON YOU | L. Keating

A/n: why not? It’s been a long road with Layla lol but we’re cool now as I’m seeing things from her perspective a little bit. I adore Greta tho! Here’s the prompt: “Will you be my Valentine?”

Requested: nah

personally you weren’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day because in your mind you should be showing people you love them everyday. It was funny how capitalism worked but you weren’t going to shit on anyone that wanted to go all out on this special day. That was on them. Speaking of going all out, Valentine’s Day was the day your mother was born and that woman was a huge partier—not to mention the fact that her career includes being a event planner.

your mother was freshly single, deciding that divorce would be the best option from your father after separating multiple times. You and your sibs saw it coming but the two youngest seemed to take it the hardest. so to ease the mood and probably for her own benefit your mother booked a trip to st. Croix to spent her birthday with her children (which consisted of four girls) while also inviting her best girlfriends along.

instantly you declined, not being a fan of flights after your paternal uncle Bobby went missing a few years back due to a plane crash. He surprisingly survived and managed to get him and three others to their own source of safety until they were found weeks later. Your mother knew of your skepticism but still wanted to have you there to celebrate, however someone would have to knock you out cold to get you on that plane and ofc your older sister offered.

yet here you are at your best friend Layla’s house on the day your mother was born...you can tell who won this battle. There was a part of you that thought maybe you should have just put your big shoes on and suck it up, it was for the woman that gave you life. However you really were Petrified of airplanes and helicopters and you knew your mother understood that. She was a great mom in her own way so don’t think you didn’t do your own special part to celebrate her birth. You made sure that your gift was packed and buried underneath her overload of clothes with a note attached.

You didn’t talk much but you had a way with written words and knew your mother would appreciate whatever you gave her. Since you were in different time zones, being 4 hours behind you planned your FaceTime call accordingly before wishing her well and telling her how much you loved her. She was tipsy and a crying mess, thankful for your gift and seeing your, “beautiful” face which added more years to her life. In her words. Not yours.

She also encouraged you to spend time with your dad but he was going on a date with his new girlfriend that you didn’t like, but he still invited you to join which was a easy no much to probably both of their reliefs. so you decided to spend time with Layla instead.

And no you couldn’t just chill out and watch corny rom-com movies, she wanted to bake shit. “Why can’t we just use door dash to get valentines inspired treats? Why do we have to do work on a Sunday? The day before we go back to hell—I mean school?” You groaned at first as Layla yanked you up from your position on her comfy couch.

If you know Layla Keating then there’s one thing that’s common knowledge, the girl was very persistent when she wanted to get things done. So here you were against your will trying to make all sorts of sweets: homemade PINK sugar cookies, red velvet loaf bread, and cupcakes? Yes, you’re probably thinking okay maybe the school’s having a bake sale? Nope! Beverly high sold treats this past Friday along with sending your “crush” your choice of dessert, flowers/stuffed animal, and a love note either written by THEM or let it be handled by a few of the well-known writers in the writers club. You unfortunately were in the writers club. The amount of corny just blew your mind.

so why was Layla doing this now? you had no idea but the girl can bake. You on the other hand? Can set the stove on fire with just one turn of the knob. Maybe you were a witch or demon like your older sister said, you actually wouldn’t be surprised.

Flicking the light on to the oven you hunched over eyeing the loaf of bread which was puffing up nicely, “shouldn’t you be doing this with Spencer?”

“Spencer and I spent Friday and Saturday night together,” Layla informed using her electric mixer pausing as she worked at the dessert, “plus I knew you’d be alone so I thought we could have a sleepover instead.”

Snorting you replied, “ah so this is a pity party, is it?”

“Of course not!” Layla gasped but you could tell she was slightly offended, which you brushed off with a smile.

The two of you were complete opposites. You were, “Tom-boyish” and didn’t care for the glitz and glam. You were more laidback and sarcastic whereas Layla was upbeat, outgoing, extroverted + always on the move and looking for the next best thing. Not to mention she loved clothes and makeup. And would argue only if it was something she was generally passionate about but loved having discussions either way.

You weren’t sure how you even became friends but you meshed well and thought nothing of it. You were each other’s sources of calm when needed.

“Right,” You shoved your hands into your activewear, “I’m gonna go nap now since my work here is done.”

Layla scoffed as you moved around the island in the kitchen, “what work? All you did was hold the pans down while I poured them in.”

“I supervised, isn’t that enough?” You asked while Layla quickly shook her head before you added in, “these guns are still sore from that workout you forced me and Liv to do the other day.”

“You like working out those tree branches,” Layla pointed out while you kissed your teeth at her insult, “plus you were the one pushing us to do more while Liv and I were basically gasping for oxygen. AND I told you epsom salt is the way to go.”

“Blah blah blah, I’m tired. Wake me up before the place is completely burned to the ground.” You pressed your four fingers into your thumb mocking the taller girl before sending her a wink as you jogged backwards to the living room.

Layla just let out a long exaggerated sigh, a smile gracing her lips as she said nothing more. This was fine, she could work at her own pace without you constantly groaning about what to do next and why she was being so bossy when she really was just instructing on what to do correctly.

You fell asleep instantly not having to use your phone to watch chiropracting videos to help you do so. Your mother pointed out that was how you were connected to your dad since he was in fact a well known chiropractor in LA and you’d usually watch his videos to help you sleep. (Sometimes you watched others when he got on your nerves, no pun intended) Or he’d give you some much needed adjustments to help you sleep since you had a bad case of insomnia for a couple of years now.

When you woke up who knows how many hours later... It was with the help of something sweet; inhaling you pried open a eye to see a blurry version of Layla but mostly the scent of vanilla. As you went to let out a yawn you halted as something soft stuck to the tip of your nose.

Layla giggled as you clenched your eyes shut trying to come to terms with what just happened. When you fully opened your eyes, you pressed a finger to your nose and pulled back to notice white frosting on your finger which you placed in your mouth to taste buttercream and not vanilla?

“Will you be my valentine, y/n?” Layla asked with hopeful eyes and a smile full of teeth as you rolled your eyes.

Plucking the cupcake from the bronze-skinned girl’s hands you took a huge bite from the dessert and hummed, “sold! You’ve won me over, keating.”

Layla fist-bumped, “yes! I knew I could do it.”

“Do what?” You inquired around a mouth-full of cupcake.

“Make you enjoy Valentine’s Day, even if it’s only for a split second.”

“Who says I’m enjoying this?”

“Oh, I don’t know... your cheeks are very chipmunk like right now.”

Scowling you answered, “oh shut up before I wipe crumps in your hair.”

Layla backed away from the couch from her spot on the white rug, “uh uh. I paid too much money at the salon last week for you to do that...You know you’re probably the grumpiest valentine I’ve had thus far.”

Shrugging you swallowed the rest of the cupcake, “hey, I never asked to be. You did so this all on your own, babe.”

Getting up from the floor, Layla plopped down right next to you linking your arms together, “yeah you’re right, I still like you anyways.”

All you did was smirk, after all...this Valentine’s Day was way better than last years when JJ tried to serenade you in heart printed tight swim trunks.

You snorted out a laugh at the thought dropping your head briefly onto Layla’s shoulder who nudged you wanting to know what just popped into your head.

“Remember when....” you began reminiscing on this day last year, filling Layla in who was sick in bed last year with the flu but saw the videos and texts about it. She thought this story was classic, not only classic JJ but just classic in general.

The two of you held eye contact as you told the story animatedly, Layla listening intently until the both of you fell over, laughter filling the house along with the cupcakes, velvet loafs, and pink sugar cookies resting on the marble island counter.

[cloveroctobers]

heyy! first of all i love your content, and if you still write for all american could you write for chris or darnell?

CHRIS JACKSON x READER / Spring Prompts!

A/N: thank you sweet anon! I know you asked for this months ago but yeah I still write for all american…just certain characters now lol. I’m also making a attempt to write for the AA homecoming characters so if anybody is interested? Stay tuned! Also the lack of gifs for this man (and Darnell) is trash and such a shame. Anyways! Here’s a little something something.

Using: #17. Caught in a sudden rainstorm from this prompt list here —

Track listened to while writing —

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This was it.

You’ve all managed to get through high school and get those papers! No doubt south Crenshaw would always be home but it was not all that you wanted to know. You took your education pretty seriously but didn’t personally care for the pressure that came with it. Ultimately there were a few out of state colleges that you wanted to attend but you either a) didn’t get in b) didn’t receive scholarships that you applied for c) the expense would put not only you but your family in debt — which was not worth it to you.

However you still had three (or four) options: attend the community college at Golden Angeles University (GAU) that didn’t strictly offer a aerospace program but you would be alongside half of your high school friends…yet you would most likely have to major in something else and you could apply for FA, the second option—go to GAU for a few semesters then transfer over to Betula California state university (BCSU) which was your realistic dream school and you wouldn’t have to struggle to find a major (unless something changed) but it was six hours away, third option — take a leap year as a reward of simply getting through high school but you’d work the summer, or the final option? Decide not to go at all.

It was the day after graduation when you all decided to meet up again to have a bonfire at the beach. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, lounging around having chatter, drinks on hand, dance battles by the fire, volleyball and football in the water, it was a good time like it should be without any worries in the world.

You sat in between Layla and Simone as they chatted about what Riri’s next track should sound like but you all know the music was never coming. You found yourself drifting off from the conversation as you focused on your boyfriend of two years, Chris Jackson chatting with his childhood friend Patience over the fire.

Your mind couldn’t help but flash to the disagreement the both of you had yesterday night.

“Chris, I can’t believe you would throw this on me right now when I’m trying to figure out what I want to do. Now that you’re saying this just makes this even harder, what were you thinking?” You paced your bedroom floor.

Chris furrowed his thick arched brows as he sat in your clam chair in the corner, “I was thinking that I wanted to test the waters and see if we have a future together? It sounded like a good idea to me.”

“Got it so your ass wasn’t thinking,” you widened your eyes with a snap of your fingers, “we’re still a fresh relationship and for you to just sign a lease on a apartment while expecting me to follow you like a lap dog is crazy to me.”

Chris kissed his teeth, “We are not our parents, I don’t expect you just follow my orders since I’m the man in the relationship and I’m actually offended that you think that’s what I would want you to do. It was just a suggestion and regardless it’s on me, I didn’t ask you to sign with me did I?”

Closing your eyes you deeply inhaled. Yes this was true but not really the point? You had no idea that your boyfriend was even looking for apartments especially fresh out of high school…you started to wonder what his mother thought about all of this.

“Oh my god, does Mrs. Twanda think I put you up to this? I know she isn’t exactly thrilled that her only boy wanted to up and leave out of her place? She probably wants to call me all types of heffa’s and pull my tracks out and i didn’t even do shit! It was all her son being impulsive.” You rambled pinching at your bottom lip in distress.

Chris couldn’t help but to bust out laughing at you, which automatically made you on the defense at you stomped over to him ready to fight. You placed two feet beside his thighs with him eyeing you carefully.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, whatever this is. I know how much you love this chair and I’m not going to be responsible if you break it, on god.” He pointed at your position while still looking up at you and carefully latching onto your bare ankles.

Scoffing you hunched forward gripping his collar and pressing your forehead to his, “shut up, Christopher. You’re stressing me out!”

“And you think you’re gonna yank me up with one hand, like you’re my southern grandma is gonna help? I’m type thick and might break that wrist of yours, I’m just sayin’, baby. You might wanna think this through.” Chris advised while you tilted your head at that.

You laughed, “did you forget? I’ve broken my wrist in two places before thanks to volleyball.”

Chris blinked and shifted his eyes, “exactly…?”

Ignoring him you continued, “and oh you want me to think? Like you did when you signed a lease and said hey, y/n you should live with me.”

“I mean…if it’s that big of deal just say no and it’s done.” Chris licked his lips with a shrug of his shoulders.

You twisted around, plopping down in his lap while bringing him into a headlock much to his surprise. “We can’t just say no because that’ll become a much bigger problem.”

“Uh no…we’ve said it to each other before. We ain’t no yes men or women? Around here.” Chris poked your rib for you to loosen your grip, which you flinched but didn’t falter. You had to get your point across.

Sighing you replied, “yeah but this is different. I don’t want you to resent me if I do move in…just to go off to BCSU.”

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, finally making you release your tight hold around his neck and relax against his shoulder.

“Look…just because I’m not going off to school doesn’t mean I want you to put your goals on hold for me. I’m not tryna gatekeep you from anything, I love you too much to be that kind of an asshole, aight?” Chris was genuine with you as you stared into his ink colored eyes.

Giving him a soft smile you tilted his chin downwards so you could give him a kiss, “I love you.”

Chris caught you staring at him and sent you a gummy smile with a wink before turning back to his conversation with patience.

Another hour passed striking midnight when everyone started to pack up. Just as you finished hugging everyone goodbye, a coco brown hand wrapped around your waist pulling you back to the sand.

“Hey,” you laughed, spinning to face Chris who’s skin shined even underneath the moonlight, “what’s up?”

“Want to hang back a bit…there’s nobody here.”

Glancing around the beach, it did look pretty empty and it was a public beach so you didn’t have to worry about beach patrol kicking you out.

“I think I heard Olivia mention it might rain a little tonight…” you trailed off, eyeing the Smokey clouds beneath the Pearl moon.

Your attention was interrupted as you heard ruffling of plastic as Chris placed a cap over your head; he even tucked your hair under like a true gentleman.

Laughing you leaned your arms on his chest, “I left this in your car from last time didn’t I?”

“That you did.” He chuckled.

For what felt like eternity, the both of you stayed in each other’s grasp with nothing but the moon and black waves rolling on. You almost started to doze off until the sudden sound of thunder punched through the air, making the both of you jump. Both of you lifted your head to the sky and watched as white lightning zig-zagged through the night.

“Yeah now I think it’s time to slide,” Chris told you, “I can deal with thunder but that lightning hits different! This one time, We were at a family reunion when I was like thirteen down in Tennessee and my uncle Tremaine who came through from St. Louis got hit? It was something out of a movie! So unreal, He ended up suffering hearing and memory loss.”

Chris was always the main one to unintentionally tell you something unsettling during the event of which it could occur. You, Spencer, and Patience were always on his ass about doing this. You strongly considered shoving him into the ocean but the harsh rain that followed stopped you from doing so.

The both of you were quick on your feet, snatching your things up by the bonfire as you ran to the stairs. You were slipping up the wooden stairs with your flip flops, surely scrapping the front of your foot but Chris made sure to keep a tight hold on your hand. The both of you paused every time some lightning came through and carried on once it stopped every so often. The wind was legit pushing you as you ran that you were positive that you were floating at some point and along with the rain? It felt like you were running through the parking lot blind but the adrenaline kept the both of you moving. Eventually the both of you made it to the car, drenched and panting from it all.

The both of you sat slumped in the front of the car, watching as the rain pelted against the window shield and made it impossible to see out of. That’s when the pinging of your phones went off, signaling that you had messages in the chat with everyone checking in to see if you all made it home.

Chris did the honors of snapping a pic of you two, flash on, with you looking at him wildly and resulted in you flicking his ear which he yelped at. “Girl you need to stop assaulting me, I got delicate skin too.”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed your wet face into his hoodie as he sent the picture off to the chat. Placing the phone down he sat back for awhile before peeking at you, “we prolly should have left on time with everybody else, huh?”

All you could do was laugh in disbelief as Chris tried to hug on you and kiss your face with his wet skin but you did your best to dodge his attacks, both of your laughter drowned out by the rain.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.