#mr. lawrence x reader

[vitreoushumored]

Best Guess (Part 1) | Mr. Lawrence x F! Reader

Summary: This is going to be a multi part series hopefully, but you and Doug are attending the premiere of the Spongebob movie hehe (this is set in 2004)

Contents: 18+ MDNI, eventual SMUT, mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of sex

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I know I’ve been a little inactive on here, it’s mostly because I’ve been so busy with work and school but the semester is almost done so hopefully I’ll have more time. As I mentioned above, this will be a multi part series so stay tuned! As always, Mr. Lawrence, if you see this no you didn’t.

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“Is this too much? Don’t you think this is too much? I think this is too much…” you ramble to the mirror, pinching the silk fabric of your dress as it clings to your curves.

Doug had been ready for the past 20 minutes, button down and slacks accentuating his frame as he plopped down on the bed. His eyes we’re fixed on yours in the mirror, admiring how methodical you were in everything you did. Whether it be at work alongside him, or in this case, choosing the right dress.

He let out an amused breath, grinning as you frantically dig through your closet, “You know I don’t think they’re gonna turn you away at the door because you’re wearing the wrong outfit Y/N” he smirks, walking over to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. “Plus this is a celebration for all of us, remember? We kind of have the upper hand” he laughs, “And for the record, you always look beautiful in that one. Wear it.”

You let out a sigh, forfeiting the battle between you and your closet. Doug can’t help but laugh seeing you get so worked up over tonight. The past year had been very stressful as production of the movie took over both of your lives. You worked in production which meant signing away most of your free time to the confinement of studios and boardrooms. It wasn’t much different for Doug, playing a major role both on and off screen. Tonight was the premiere, which meant finally seeing your efforts come to fruition.

You slip on your shoes, taking one finale look at yourself in the mirror before heading out the door. Purse on one arm, Doug on the other as you head to the car. You felt his eyes dart back and forth from the passenger’s seat to the road as he drove to the venue, his blue eyes illuminated by high beams and magnified by his glasses. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” he finally spoke, effortless and habitual, like he’d said it a million times before (maybe he had at this point, he’d lost track). His hand finds its place on your inner thigh, rubbing lazy circles while his other grips the steering wheel. You smile warmly, his words rushing over your body in a way only he could do.

“I think tonight will actually be nice” you muse, “Plus the after party should be fun” giggling as you glance over to him.

“You’re just excited because there’s an open bar” Doug laughs, squeezing your thigh.

“Duhhh” you tease, “I’m a lot more fun after my third martini” you laugh.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind” Doug says, rolling his eyes with affection.

“Trying to get me drunk tonight aren’t you Mr. Lawrence?” you say, half joking but knowing that by 11:00 P.M. the both of you will be more tipsy than you’d like to admit.

“Well we definitely had a great night the last time that happened” he said grinning as he pulled into the parking lot.

Although you couldn’t see it in the dark of his car, your face lit up cherry red. Memories of the last work party you both attended flooding your mind in pieces— celebrating the end of season 3, a lot of vodka, and needy, messy sex in the office bathroom.

You lean in close to his ear before whispering, “It’d be a real shame if that happened again ya know?” Letting out a shaky breath, he lets his hands fall to you hips, “I guess we’ll see then huh? You ready honey?” he says, unfastening his seatbelt.

“Let’s go” you say, not before giving him a kiss, his lips soft and warm against your own.

Tonight was going to be fun.

[worldsaparted]

hi!! your writing is so so good i read all your fics ^_^ !! could you write something for maybe a jealous make out session with johnny lawrence omg 🙈🙈 like reader was just talking with daniel normally and johnny sees and gets all jealous and possessive AHHSJFJDJ im going crazy for this man

1. i love this request, and 2. thank u so much for ur support, i appreciate it :) <3

Lab Partner - Johnny Lawrence

As Y/n walked out of the indoor hallways, she glanced to Daniel Larusso as he held the door open for her - shooting a friendly smile. “What do you say about tomorrow, study hall?” He asked, his voice soft - and a bit scratchy. He awaited an answer from the girl who walked beside him as they exited school.

“That sounds good.” She responded, nodding and sending a small wave to him as he handed her the paper work from today’s class.

“Bye, Y/n.” His voice was soft and she returned a small bye, under her breath before her view shifted from Daniel - to Johnny, a small glare across his face as he watched Daniel Larusso make his way off campus.

He was leaning against his own car, and seeing as it was extremely cold as Christmas neared, his car roof was on.

Johnny Lawrence kept his view on Daniel Larusso as his girlfriend walked over, making her way to him and his car.

She met him, her hand tapping his chest to gain his attention and he glanced down at her after she placed a casual kiss against his jawline as a way of greeting him. “Hey - ” He gestured to the tan boy. “What the hell was that?” He watched as Y/n sighed, getting into his car and he did the same now, his gaze set on her.

“What?” She asked, her voice soft as the many cars of students leaving the school passed by, slowly but surely emptying out the parking lot.

Getting into the car, Johnny Lawrence sighed as he started it up - watching his girlfriend set her backpack in the back as he began driving out as well. He was clearly annoyed, and she could tell - the way he drove, the way he didn’t shut up about the subject. “I told you, he’s my lab partner.” Y/n justified, watching Johnny scoff.

“I’ve got a lab partner too, you don’t see me talking to her like that.” He sassed, parking his car in front of the small diner he sometimes took her too after school that was just around the corner.

“Well, he’s a good lab partner, Johnny. Knows how to do a lot.” Of course she was playfully egging him on, but with his temper - Johnny rolled his eyes - turning the ignition of his car off, holding his keys in his hand as he glanced over to Y/n - a small smile across her face.

“You’ve got to be joking.” He spoke, his voice low and Y/n shrugged, watching as he squinted his eyes - “Y/n.” He started, “I’ll take you home right now.” He threatened, and he carefully watched her before her soft smile widened.

She attempted to place an innocent, gentle kiss upon his lips to assure him she was kidding, though at the feeling of her lips meeting his , Johnny immediately closed the space between them.

He undid her seatbelt for her, his lips against hers slowly turning the kiss from slow and careful to rough and needy kisses.

His right hand was gripping her neck, and his left on her cheek as he held her firmly, placing continuous kisses against her lips - clearly in need of this.

His kisses were usually passionate, but when they were this aggressive it told all. Johnny was angry, but at the same time - he loved reminding her.

“What’d I tell you about Larusso?” He spoke against her lips, and as she attempted to pull away and respond, Johnny shook his head. “Shut up.” He mumbled, immediately placing his lips against hers again. This time, their parted lips met in a desperate, sloppy manner. Johnny gave himself an entrance to her mouth as he slipped his tongue in, perfectly exploring his girlfriend’s mouth.

Slowly, his hand reached into the inside of Y/n’a shirt, caressing her back and earning soft sighs in content as she nodded into the kiss. Now, Johnny was feeling a lot better. He smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering open as he spoke up, pulling away just an inch, leaning over her now. “Does he know how to do that?” He asked, his tone confident and almost playful - but Y/n knew he meant that question with everything in him.

This time, he waited for an answer, his eyebrow quirking a bit as he panted a little, hovering her. “Huh?” He searched her eyes, and Y/n’s lips curved into a small smile.

She took her hand to run it through his blonde, soft hair, and without any words - she answered by shaking her head. At this, Johnny Lawrence bit his lip, nodding and quickly removing his Cobra Jacket, throwing it to the back seat. He quickly leaned in once again, now moving forward and leaning her seat back to gain more comfort. His lips clashed against hers as if he was hungry, and he bit her bottom lip in the midst of their kiss, groaning a little in pleasure at the feeling of her hands roaming his chest, and ending up around his neck.

“I’ll do all your lab work.” He murmured against her lips again, his hands traveling up to her cup her face. He grabbed her, and held her in place as he continued to kiss her roughly, earning smiles against the kiss from Y/n. “You’ll never have to talk to him again, I promise you.” Those were the last words before Johnny continued to focus on kissing her, his thumbs rubbing against her jawline.

The sloppy kisses continued, Y/n allowed herself to pull him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck and she nodded against the kiss, her top lip in between both of his as he lightly sucked on it. His lips slowly left her swollen ones to run against her jawline, and his hands moved to rest inside her shirt, around her waist.

He lightly sucked at her skin as he moved down to her neck, and then to her chest. He earned small murmurs of pleasure from Y/n, and at that - he was completely fine. Could Daniel Larusso make her feel like this? Johnny Lawrence bit his lip before he took one hand out of her shirt, nodding and running it through her hair. “Yeah, that’s it.” He whispered, his lips against her ear before he placed soft, wet kisses against it, traveling down and back to her neck, then her lips.

Johnny Lawrence was in his own seventh heaven. Growing more and more pleased with each kiss. Thankfully, these windows were tinted. He took it to himself to remove Y/n’s jacket and he let out a low groan at the feeling of Y/n biting his lip, slowly tugging on it before pulling away and allowing him to remove her long sleeve as well. Johnny’s kisses were now on the skin above her bra - he knew she was allowing him to get this far in public because he had recently tinted his car windows and because of their circumstances today.

To make him feel better, to let him know that she truly was only his.

So of course, at the sight of her like this - he melted. Not just because she was beautiful but because he loved the ways she assured him that she was his. She took his chin, pulling him up to kiss his lips once again.

Johnny wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave this car, his pants grew tighter and he found himself fiddling with her bra - which was sadly where she stopped him. He leaned up, his hand rubbing her thigh as his eyes searched hers and she softly kissed him once more, her hands in his hair that had grown from combed to messy, and disheveled. “Let’s go home.” She spoke, and immediately Johnny nodded, placing a few more hunger induced kisses against her lips before sitting back in his seat, watching her throw her shirt back on.

If only he was her lab partner.

[bonsaiavenue]

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[klavertje-klaaf]

“Cute coworker” by Klaaf

(Felt like writing a cute short mr. Lawrence x reader one-shot!) (^O^)

It was 1999, and it was your first day working at the Nickelodeon studio, you were so excited to actually work on an actual professional cartoon!

You were in the voice acting department, seeing all the voice actors doing their cute roles for the cartoons.

One really got your attention however, it was a handsome young man with hair down to his shoulders, glasses and green eyes, he was very nerdy in a cute way.

The handsome young man had a pretty goofy and funny personality, and a pretty voice that sounded like music in your ears.

You couldn’t help but fall for him.

“Y/n?” Came the studio’s manager’s voice, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, yeah!” You said. “I’m so sorry, I should go back to work.” Excusing yourself, and making your way to your desk.

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Awhile later, you did actually manage to sneak in to the voice acting department, being curious to what the man you couldn’t help but fall for was up too.

You accidentally tripped a bit, attracting the man’s attention.

“Oh, hey! Can I help you?” He asked kindly.

“Um… yeah! I was kinda curious to learn a bit about your role here!” You asked.

He smiled, walking towards you, offering a handshake.

You accepted and shook his hand, blushing that you were touching his hand.

“My name is Doug, but I go by Mr. Lawrence.” He told you, introducing himself.

“How about you?” He asked, smiling friendly. “Y/n!” You told him.

“Pleased to meet you!” He said. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You said shyly, blushing.

“I play the voice of plankton!” He explained. “You know the little green villain from the spongebob cartoon!”

“That’s so cool!” You said, enjoying listening to him talk.

“I also do side characters like Larry the lobster, and the my leg guy! MY LEG!” He said, doing the iconic voice line, making you laugh, he was so adorable.

You couldn’t help, but notice cartoony sketches and drawing on his desk.

“Did you draw those?” You asked. “Yeah!” He answered, you both walking towards his desk, looking at drawings.

“They’re so well drawn! You’re so talented!” You said, being genuinely impressed.

The man blushed from your compliment. “Thank you very much, I always had a thing for cartoons, my favorite character was Bucks Bunny growing up!”

You giggled, finding him very endearing.

“Wanna grab a coffee together sometime?” You asked, blushing.

“I’d love too!” He said, giving you a warm smile. “I’d love to meet my new coworker better!”

You felt intense joy! Not being able to wait to spend more time with your new cute coworker!

[plasmaandink]

I Need A Cigarette

Summary: Your best friend was talented, extremely talented. It was no wonder how she ended up in this position. It was really only a matter of time. You just had no clue of how your nasty smoking habit had brought you here

Content warning: Smoking, eventual smut at the end, graphic sexual descriptions Word count: 3632 (Way too many)

Author's note: First Tumblr post literally ever- no longer am I a stalker but instead I have written for y'all!! special thanks to @ladymaycrush because they were a huge inspiration for me to come out of my shell and also practically beta read for me!!! Enjoy <3

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You had been dreading this day for god knows how long, fake smiles and cliche conversations were never really your thing. But your best friend, Emma, had quite the opposite reaction to this whole entire situation.

The situation in question? You and Emma were standing behind the building where SpongeBob was recorded, animated, and edited—trying, and failing, to stay warm on a truly dreadful day. With almost chattering teeth you looked over to Emma. She was currently panicking, pacing back and forth, while you smoked a cigarette, thoroughly bored. You could be doing so many better things right now, but because you were so thoughtful you offered to be the voice of a villain in her cartoon. “Dude, calm the fuck down” You choked on the cigarette smoke, shivering slightly “you’ve been here before, met these people. Dunno why you’re acting like this” You finished the cigarette and discarded it on the pavement.

“While that's true, I've never brought you! I shouldn’t have even mentioned you! I always knew this day would come! They’re never going to take me seriously with you by my side” she ran her hand through strawberry locks on her head, before turning to face you “No offence” “Some taken mate” You shook your head “Why even ask me to voice-act for you if you’re embarrassed of me?” Emma paused before sighing “Because you’re my best friend? And also all your smoking gives you a raspy voice that fits a villain so perfectly” She mumbled, rubbing her arm “I’m not embarrassed about you. I'm proud to call you my friend, it's just… These people may not think the same as me. They could take one look at us and hate everything i've worked so hard for” She groaned, running a hand down her face while sliding her back against the concrete wall. Her butt meeting the ground with an ‘ooft’

It was hard to see her like this. Emma had always been so self assured and proud, truly a woman to look up to. She put up with so much shit from other animators, been taken advantage of and not once has her pride faltered. It hurt to know you were the reason she was curled up on the pavement second guessing herself- Emma, the most fearless person you knew looking so small because her best friend embarrassed her. You sighed and crouched down in front of her, forcing her face out of her hands so your eyes could meet “Why do you care what these pompous pricks think about you and your work? Because they’re successful? You’re good at what you do, extremely good! You’ve made a couple of bucks and you caught their eye, I’m sure they won’t judge you based on me. Plus I said I'd be on my best behavior, didn't I?” The small smile she gave in return had you exhale, grateful that she had cheered up, even if just slightly. “Come on, I've slept on concrete. I know it isn’t comfortable” You stood up, holding your hand out for her to grab. She didn’t hesitate to grab your hand, but not before throwing your generosity back in your face “Weren’t you drunk?” “And weren’t you at some stranger's house?” You raised an eyebrow with a chuckle

The two of you probably would have continued, throwing mistakes back in eachothers faces from past lives until the sun set. But she quickly shut up when she noticed a car pull into the parking lot, not anything overly fancy but it still made her stand like a deer in headlights. She was practically vibrating next to you. Anxiety now pouring from each crevice of heer glued together self.

“Jesus, dude calm do-” The rest of your sentence was caught on your tongue when you watched the man climb out of the driver's seat. He was less than majestic to say the least. Big coat clearly got in the way of him, shaggy long-ish hair falling in front of his face as he attempted his hardest to re-arrange everything in his hands. Glasses perched on the bridge of his nose slightly askew. Nothing about him stood out, he was the type of face you’d serve at a cafe and then never remember again, only for him to ask if you remembered him a week later as if you hadn’t served 30 people who looked the same. But somehow the grey background behind him lit up when he smiled at himself after finally balancing everything in his hands so he could lock his car. Maybe that’s why your eyes didn’t drag away from him, maybe that’s why he stood out to you. After years of having the most interesting looking people chase your affection, this stranger had this magnetic attraction that you found yourself struggling to ignore.

His eyes met with Emma’s first, offering her a small smile which made her calm down. Despite how hard you had tried this stranger could do it with just a facial expression? You would’ve stayed angry if his eyes didn’t meet yours.

They had this sparkle in them, making it easy to forget everything around you for centuries to come. The shock in his face of finally seeing you disintegrated into a look you couldn’t explain with words, all you knew is it made your body weak in ways you had never felt before.

As he continued walking forward, his eyes flicked between the two of you. Smile still painted across his face as if the day wasn’t shrouded in gloomy weather. He spoke a good morning, before saying your name very proudly, as if he knew all about you. When you looked up at him, the smile turned into a smirk

“I’m Mr. Lawrence, Emma here has been way too secretive of you” The way he talked, the way he introduced himself. Exuded composure and confidence, and made you wish you had brought a spare pair of underwear.

After a moment of staring, your brain finally caught up. Raising an eyebrow you gave a smirk back “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

He spared no second, straightening his back and chuckling “Her description of you really doesn’t live up to the real thing” You really wanted him to continue, fuck how desperately you wanted to hear more about how he saw you in his vision, but he moved passed it way too quickly for your comfort.“Anyways, good morning to you two lovely young ladies. Emma, have your storyboard ready?” He turned his attention towards her, beginning to make his way inside the building with you trailing behind the both of them.

The walk gave you time to think, you tried to focus on anything other than the man in front of you. Like how in the fuck Emma ended up here? You remember her telling you, vaguely. You wish you had paid more attention to her useless rambles while you had been preoccupied with another errand at hand.

Really kicking yourself now because you hadn't.

“She’d love that! Wouldn’t you?” Emma turned to face you as she talked, clearly waiting for your response to something. And of course you weren’t listening- ironic huh?

“U-Uh yeah!” You had no idea what in the fuck you had just agreed to, but it made Mr. Lawrence smile so wide you were glad you had said yes.

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You figured out what you had agreed to, a second too late. Now you found yourself in  headphones in front of a microphone in a recording booth that was used to record plankton’s lines. It made your head reel, things moving so quickly you felt like you had to be high for it to make sense.

You had agreed to one-on-one line rehearsal. With Mr. Lawrence (Who’s first name you found out was Doug after a couple of begs towards Emma)

“Okay” his voice was crystal clear velvet through those headphones, a little deeper than usual. Probably due to being so focused “Deliver your line like you normally would” he instructed.

This was easy, but for some reason you found yourself hesitating to speak. One deep breath, then two. Then, line

“You have g-got to be… joking me?” You had never sounded so unsure of yourself before, hearing yourself was pitiful at best. You were confident, and strong but under the watchful eyes of Doug you couldn’t help but fall apart.

His laugh made you flush with embarrassment “That was sweet, but not very villainous” He hummed “What kind of villain is your character? Is she destructive with words or is she cold and calculated?”

“I’d say destructive” 

He paused at this, making you worry. Should she be something completely different? The real question was why did you care?

Thank god, his voice cut through the wall of silence. Clearing his voice before talking “Emma mentioned she loved your voice for this character because of how raspy it would get at times. She said she’d wait until perfect moments to record your line” This was true, you remembered the amount of times Emma would stop you from doing something important. “Do you know how to turn this on and off?”

A shake of your head in response “Nope, just kind of… happens?”

“Guess we know where to start hm?”

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Little did you know, that would not just be a one time occurrence. Doug requested your presence every spare second you had. Telling you that the greatness you had shouldn't be ignored. Throughout your time together you listened to him talk about Emma and how proud he was of her and how far she’s come since she started an internship with them. But it wasn’t the way he’d talk about her. No, it was how he talked about you.

He would talk about you like you were his little protege, as if every little mistake was his fault and not yours. He held you to a higher standard that neither you nor Emma had ever thought of. As difficult as it was to stand in that little booth every night after your shitty retail job, drink lukewarm coffee and ignore the heavy tension that you were drowning in- you did anyway. Replaying the same words in your head

‘This is all for her’

Even though you were sure both you and Doug would disagree. This wasn’t some selfless act in order for her animation to go higher. No. This was purely carnal, never have you met a man like Doug Lawrence. A gentleman in every aspect, making you wonder what he'd be like between the sheets. And he was stuck in your head on repeat, every soft groan he’d make. How his eyes dropped and sagged from exhaustion some nights. He was truly a parasite, overtaking each part of your brain with thoughts of him. Each dark corner filled with images of your new interest.

And you have never felt more guilty, never hated yourself more because of a man. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, usually you’d fuck him out of your system and go on your merry little way. But you couldn’t do that with Doug. Not only was he extremely important to your best friend, but you didn’t want to ruin the warm feeling he gave you when he praised your work. The way he would look at you through his glasses, with pride and a feeling you couldn’t quite grasp.

Each and every night you worked with Doug, you found yourself worrying more about your appearance beneath your clothing. Did the bra look sophisticated? Were your panties lacy enough to send the right signals? Standing in front of the mirror for hours wondering if your body looked good in the garments you chose. Holding onto some fairytale that he really wanted you. Even if you could talk yourself back from delusion, a small nagging part of you still begged for you to be prepared.

No longer were you rolling out of bed from your post work nap, no. You were putting actual thought into your appearance any way you could

Even if he’d never see them, you still wore them for him. Still wanted to impress him  anyway you coil.d. But if anyone were to ask why you had worn those types of undergarments you would brush it off with a shrug. Claiming you had no idea what they meant, despite the shame that would eat you from the inside out.

He didn’t make it easy for you though, and tonight was no exception.

Two hours, you both had been in the recording studio for two hours too long. Take after take and nothing was landing, your voice now only raspy thanks to the lack of sleep finally catching up to your body. Fatigue making it really hard to keep yourself from blurting out something inappropriate. Like how fucking good Doug looked with his button-up shirt being open like that. The way his hands flexed and tapped against the table when he was in thought, or the fact he looked so delicious you could take a bite out of them

“I’m telling you Doug, I have no clue how to turn it on and off” You groaned, walking into the control room. Moving the headphones to sit around your neck “It just happens, it’s a raspy voice from smoking. No real secret behind it” You sat on the table’s edge, legs not touching the ground so you swung them back and forth.

This earned a shake of his head, walking up to you and away from the window “You just haven’t voice trained” He removed the headphones from your neck, resting them behind you. His finger came up beneath your chin, forcing your head up “You just need to know how to move words through your throat” His hand flattened against your vocal chords, soft fingertips against your cold skin making shivers run down your spine.

“Speak”

You had to be dreaming, this couldn’t be real. If anyone were to walk in you couldn’t deny your position. Faces so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your nose each inhale being nothing but sandalwood cologne that was so uniquely his. With a hint of spearmint that seemed to linger around him. And with his soft voice demanding something from you? Surely your alarm clock would go off any second now.

“I need a cigarette” you whispered out, closing your eyes and waiting to wake up in your bed with a lot of pent up ‘frustration’

“Smoking will shoot your voice. If you want to control it I recommend you take a break” His tone wasn’t judgmental like others, it was more thoughtful than that. As if he had personally known how hard it was to put down something that made it so easy to think clearly. 

“My voice is already shot” You laughed while opening your eyes. Pitiful and weak with a large hand still pressed against your throat making it hard to focus on an actual conversion.

“I think it’s fantastic” there was more he wanted to say and you both knew it. But only he knew what would actually finish that sentence.

You both stayed still in a moment of reluctance. Him reluctant to pull away and you reluctant to push forward. If you had been put in front of a court you would blame your next actions on your drained and overworked brain. But the ache of need deep within you told you that you would be lying.

Eyelids closed and breath held you leaned in, feeling his unmoving lips against yours. For one instant of pure anxiety boiled down to its singularity, you didn’t feel anything in return. Mind running laps you went to pull away and apologise for such a display. But Doug really wasn’t about to let that happen.

His hand slid from your neck to cup the back of your head, fingers curling within your hair and giving it a soft tug. Lips now showing much more eagerness than you. Your hands found themselves curled around the collar of his shirt, spreading your legs so you could pull him in closer. Lips parting, kiss deepening and tongues meeting in what could only be described as pure satisfaction. Like finally jumping after standing on the ledge for too long.

You could’ve lived right here, spread out with Doug between your legs. One hand in your hair and the other on your hip while his tongue explored what you both had been denying yourselves.

He pulled away with your name breathless on his lips, eyes meeting once more. You return wirth a breathless whine of his name, as if it’d break whatever fantasy you two were foolishly living in.

But it did quite the opposite, lips now meeting your neck in desperation. Fingers curling tighter around your hair and pulling harsh. Moving your head out of the way so he could get right where he wanted. It was primal, animalistic sounds slipping past the messy kisses and bites on your neck. But you couldn’t focus on how delicious the pain of his pearly whites in your supple flesh felt, if they were leaving marks or not being a worry you didn't have because his other hand found itself wandering from your hip to the button of your jeans.

In a sobering moment you gasped out his name, gripping his wrist to signal him to stop. And he did without any irritation, his eyes now searching for any sign to stop

“I-I’m sorry” he mumbled, going to pull his hand away “I shouldn’t have…” you didn’t let go of his wrist, even when he did a harsher tug.

Although you found the look of confusion on his face adorable, you sighed “Doug, I want to… I really want to” You began, about to kick yourself for your next words “But I can’t do anything to jeopardize Emma’s position here” She owed you a hell of a lot more than just a ‘thank you’.

His smile was warm, too warm. As if all the lust in the room faltered into kindness “You are so selfless” he whispered, his hand in your hair loosening so he could caress the back of your neck “I think that’s another reason you make it so hard to keep my hands to myself” With a light kiss to your cheek, he pulled away much to your dismay “I would hope you know I’m not the type that would hold your actions against her. But I un-”

That's all you needed, that was the green light. He was wrong, you were about to be extremely selfish. No hesitation this time, he kissed you back. His hands found their previous position. Drowning in lust you barely breathe through your nose, it was easy to forget about air when you had Doug Lawrence undoing your pants in such impatient movements.

Kisses trailing down your neck, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and panties. It was hard to keep up, your hands didn't know where to go. One still gripping to his collar like a lifeline, the other one moving from his wrist to hold his shoulder. You were overthinking everything, did your breathless pants escaping your lips sound good? Do you look attractive in the position you were currently in? But you couldn’t think anymore when you felt it. His hands, expertly pressing every button you didn’t even know you had until the soft pads of his fingers had touched you there.

Fingers sliding between your folds and pushing until they broke past your entrance. Curling up against your insides so perfectly you couldn't help but almost collapse in his kisses and arms. Everything suddenly feeling much too overwhelming for you. Palm against your clit while his fingers don’t falter, giving you the push you didn’t know you needed to begin chasing your own pleasure.

Hips moving in sputtered thrusts, attempting to keep up with the pace Doug had set. Hand gripping his wrist, but this time it wasn’t for him to stop. Instead using it as leverage to increase the pressure assisting your thrusts.

Body moving on its own, mind not catching up. Emptying itself so the only thing you were truly grasping was Doug. Face buried in his neck, drool dripping from your parted lips onto his collar. The only thing breaking up your filthy moans was the small amounts of praise he managed to drill into your head, doing nothing but pulling you closer and closer to that ledge you loved all too much. In an instant, everything went from almost there to falling, body tensing, vision blurring and moans silencing in favour of your jaw dropping and eyes squeezing shut.

This pause also made Doug pause his movements, allowing you to ride the wave of ecstasy. Catching your breath while he pulled his hand away and began buttoning up your jeans once more, you couldn’t help but feel guilty “Did you…?” you trailed off, shaky hands beginning to fiddle with his belt. Until he stopped you

“I am more than fine, you on the other hand look like you’re about to pass out” He wiped his hand on his pants before helping you get back down on your feet.

You couldn’t help the look you gave him, lazy and soft. But he seemed to appreciate it nonetheless “Come on, let’s get you a coffee so you can manage the drive home hm?” Hand in hand, you both walked to the break room. Leaving the control room door open to air out the smell of your actions. 

“I need a cigarette” you mumbled softly, giggling slightly when you realised these were the very words that lead you both to break.

“We’ll get you one of those too”

[moonynaturesethetic]

"hawk was more of a main character than sam was"

i think you need to see a doctor to get them damn eyes checked

[buff-garfield]

The Surprise (Part Two)

[Mr. Lawrence x Fem!Reader]

Here's part 2! I know it's out super fast after the first part lol but it was already done. The next parts will take longer to come out, but don't worry, I'm cooking.

Warnings: None, except a heavy makeout and mentions of sex.

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Doug's apartment building was quaint. A bit older, with the stucco peeling on the outside, and carpets that hadn't been changed since the 60s (as evidenced by the smell of stale cigarette smoke that hung heavy in the halls), but it was cozy and it was close to his job, which was a bonus for those days he'd run late to the studio. May stood outside his door, her body thrumming as she stared at the peephole and the knocker. She waited with baited breath for his footsteps to come into earshot.

After a long moment, the door swung open and there stood Doug, his glasses accentuating his sparkling eyes as he looked at her,

“May, it's good to see you.”

He smiled, his New Jersey drawl making her chest flutter, it never failed to turn her on just a little. “Come on in, I was just making some coffee.”

She must have been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard him, she thought to herself, feeling her face heat up in slight embarrassment as she stepped inside, though she shook it off quickly.

“Oh? How many cups will this be?” she teased lightheartedly, smiling warmly at him as she took off her shoes.

He smirked and chuckled a little,

“Somewhere between 1 and 6, I'll let you figure that out.”

They both laughed, and she touched her own cheek as she followed him into the kitchen. He walked to the counter and watched his coffee brew in the pot. Her eyes were drawn to his slim figure, and the flannel shirt which fit just right over his t-shirt. Her mind began to wander, picturing him taking all the layers off. Feeling her heart rate increase, she placed her fingers on her lips as she watched him.

“You want a cup? I know you don't like coffee, but I can find something else for you, if you want?” He asked, going for the cabinet where he kept his mugs. He looked at her over his glasses and they made pointed eye contact, only broken as May took a deep breath and looked to the counter,

“I'll have some water if that's ok?” She asked. He nodded and turned to the sink, smirking as he twisted the handle,

“Of course it's ok. You'll need it.” She swore she heard him mutter the last part under his breath before he turned back to her and handed her the mug. He tended to be a little smug when it came to sex, but she couldn't lie; she found his attitude sexy rather than grating. The words she perceived him to have said made her wetter than she already was, which was impressive, considering he hadn't even touched her yet.

Once he had his coffee in hand, he walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"So, I recall you having a surprise for me?” She asked, looking up into his eyes. He smirked and removed his hand from her waist to take her free hand,

"Mm, I don't want to show it off just yet. There's lots of time for it.”

She made a small show of frowning,

“Oh, ok, if you insist.”

She laughed, smiling as their gazes met for a heavy moment before their lips met carefully, gentle at first before becoming more forceful. Doug leaned into her, his lips opening as he pried at hers and May quickly complied; her lips pressed against his upper one before she allowed his tongue to brush over her bottom lip. She moaned softly, and Doug placed his mug on the counter, quickly followed by hers. Her arms found their way over his shoulders and her hand carded through the back of his hair before pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He groaned as she tugged at the roots of his locks and he tilted his head to the side, trying to ignite the passion of their kiss further. Suddenly, May found herself backed up against the counter, letting out a sound of surprise at the contact with the cool material. His arms found their way around her butt, helping to hoist her on top of the surface before his large hands covered the top of her thighs, running up them to clutch at her hips. He squeezed them and she opened her mouth to suck in a quick breath, her hands gripping the side of the counter below her now.

The kiss ended reluctantly and Doug pulled away softly, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at her dreamily, his hair mussed and his glasses askew. He let out a breathless laugh,

“Actually, maybe that surprise can come sooner.”

[planktonlover69]

And I Will Fuck You (Like Nothing Matters)

so it started when i saw a tiktok edit for mr lawrence and i was like oh he's kinda cute, thats nice and then i scrolled through the comments and one of them said "raw and the voice stays on" and at first i was like haha funni and then oh and then haven't stopped thinking about that since so i made my edits and now we're at this point. hooray!title is from the last dinner party's nothing matters.

so uhhh this is charleston (human!plankton) x reader. no beta! i wrote this while im medded up and half delusional with a 37.5°c fever, so yay!

contents: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is in their mid to late twenties), cheating, and inappropriate relationship between an employer and employee. angst if you squint. ⚠️minors dni

You don’t know how you ended up here – with your boss grinding his dick against your clothed heat and your combined, hushed moans filling your cramped studio apartment.

What started out as you simply offering a bottle of beer to Charleston after a particularly rough day had now led to this very predicament you two found yourself in – with you on top of your boss and your murphy bed quietly creaking against the wooden floor.

Sure he's not like, model handsome, but for some reason, you can never tear your eyes away from him when he doesn’t know you’re looking. He’s old enough to be your father too, but he's not, and you're way past the age of consent, so really, who's counting?

You always find yourself staring as he tinkered around his tools and gadgets, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as Karen provides calculations and adjustments while you man (read: keep a lookout) the always empty Sham Buckets. And that's when you're not serving as his on the ground minion.

He's handsome in a geeky way, though, like one of those 80s movie nerds that grew up, and combined with his determination and brains, it's only a matter of time before you realize how very much you're into that.

It felt wrong to have your boss - your older, married boss - letting you get off like this (or was it actually him getting off as you let him rut against you, naked, save for your underwear?). But it felt good. The added thrill of infidelity sends a shiver down your spine every time he mutters, "This is wrong," and "We shouldn't," against the valley of your breasts and his hands roam across your body.

But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn't care less.

After all, it's not like he was married to a real person, right?

Sure, the Karen v.05 AI is progressing really quickly (you wanted to ask why he didn't just focus on AI and tech development, he would have made enough cash to buy the Trusty Slabs a hundred times over), and sure, she can come up with world domination plans A to Z in a nanosecond that you know will succeed, but there are things that even she can't do.

You doubt her alloy appendages would be warm and soft enough to coax out his breathy, whiny moans like this.

Any semblance of concern towards Karen fades as Charleston moves, one hand reaching down, and pushing your panties slightly to the side and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, the other palming one of your tits, alternating between brushing and rolling his fingers at your already stiff nipples and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You couldn't help letting out a moan, and what's worse than an evil genius is his ego. "You like that?" Charleston asks in a deep, smug voice, as if he hadn't been desperately whining just a few seconds ago. “You’re dripping,” He adds, middle finger pushing inside your sweet, wet cunt.

"More," You moan, pushing down and grinding on his finger, draping your arms over his shoulders for balance. Then, you start playing with the nape of his neck. An excuse for you to hold him as close as possible. "J-just the tip, you c-can put in just the tip. You don't even have to be naked,"

His eyes widen a bit, and you see him swallow a lump in his throat. You agreed to letting him keep most of his clothes on, only really removing his balaclava and his eye patch.

He mentioned it's something about not letting this go too far. Something about still keeping boundaries.

"I-insatiable, aren't we?" He croons, like he isn't two fingers and knuckle-deep inside of you; like he himself hasn't been leaking precum.

"I've wanted this for such a long time," you whisper, moving your lips closer to his ear before giving the earlobe a gentle, tugging bite; your fingers carding through his hair. "I've wanted you for such a long time, boss,"

He groans, whether out of guilt or pleasure, you don't know. You don't care to find out.

"I want you," You whisper again, running your hands from his still clothed chest down to where his pants have been unzipped.

You're sitting on him with your legs on his either side in a way that pressed your cunt directly against his shaft, making every purposeful thrust just fucking delicious. Your crotch is warm and slick, and your core is practically pulsing to have something inside it as once again, you ground your clit on his cock. "You know that, don't you?"

He responds with another breathless moan. His hands flying down your hips, griping it tightly, fingers digging in to hold you still. "You don't know what you're asking for, (Y/N)," He warns, voice dark and gritty.

It's supposed to be threatening, but all it does is make your pussy throb.

"Don't I?" You counter, ever the obstinate minion.

Charleston gives you a second-long glare before grabbing your chin and pulling your face to his, thin lips locking onto yours in a warm, wet kiss.

While you appreciate the enthusiasm, he's obviously out of practice, with the way his lips are moving without rhythm against yours, but you were kind enough to guide him through the process.

It takes you half a minute after he pulls away to realize he's repositioned the two of you, with you laying on your back, your panties already dangling down on one ankle, and him, still clothed with just his pants unzipped but equally as flushed and hair disheveled, hovering over you.

He fully frees himself from his boxers, running the tip through the warm wetness of your folds. It’s been a while since he’d been with someone else - couple of hookups during college, and only having been with K - her (it doesn't feel right even thinking about her name at the moment) ever since, and he belatedly realizes that he's missed this feeling.

And you are such a pretty young thing too, aren't you? Smart and sardonic but always so, so loyal to him, despite the tiny little mishaps in his plans. You were always there, ready with the getaway car.

And wasn't it you prepositioned him first?

He'd be damned if he doesn't savor it. Doesn't savor you.

Your eyes nearly roll back into your head as he slowly eases the tip in. He's doing this on purpose, you note, as he's being unnecessarily patient as he watches your eyes flutter close and your chest heave as you sucked in breaths.

“P-please,” You whine, eager for friction against your clit to satiate your lust.

You watched his brows knit together as Charleston starts with shallow thrusts. He was about half way in when he feels you clenching down impossibly tightly.

"Damn," He muses. "This tight and wet for me already?"

"S-shut up and start m-moving," You answer back, although it did not come out the way you intended as it escaped your lips as a desperate whine.

He glares at you again, but he doesn't mean it. Not really. You're so, so warm and tight around him that it's taking all of his self control not to finish right away. You meet his eyes and hold his gaze, biting your swolen, lower lip as you tried to silence a moan as he pushes deeper inside you. The sight of it, of you is just...

Something inside of him snapped, like a switch that he knew could never be turned off now that it's been flipped.

Before you could mouth off, and knowing he can't hold on much longer either, he picks up the pace, angling his cock perfectly that he was hitting your clit with every thrust, and you could swear you were seeing stars.

But that's not enough for him, not just yet. Not until you're completely undone under him.

Charleston moves to lean closer, latching his mouth around your nipple, flicking with his tongue and taking the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging slightly. You bring up one hand to your mouth and bite down on your knuckle to stop yourself from getting noise complaints.

He lets out a slow laugh at the sight of you trying to muffle the sounds that try to escape your throat. "No, (Y/N), not like that," He says as he pulls your hand away. "Like this," He adds, capturing your lips and swallowing down your moans. You notice that he's copying the way you kissed him earlier.

"I'm close," He mutters against your lips as he breaks the kiss off. "I'm so close, (Y/N),"

"M-me too... I'm - so close, Charleston, p-please," you moan as quietly as you can, and the desperation on your face (as well as his) is enough to make him snap his hips harder, chasing both your peaks, your eyes screwing shut at the sudden intensity and your mouth falling open as you feel yourself cum on his cock, screaming in a silent orgasm as he groans against your neck. You feel him shoot ropes of cum inside you, filling you up.

Just how long has this man been backed up? Didn't he do freaky sex stuff with his robot wife?

He stayed inside you for a couple of minutes as we went soft. Your apartment quiet, save for your combined heavy breathing.

But the weight of the guilt starts to come creeping back. You avoided looking at him, despite his cum still inside you. Looking at your him post-coitus would feel a little too intimate, because you know he's married. Because you know he loves her, despite... whatever just happened.

The atmosphere shifts.

He pulls out, but neither of you speak, though you both know what’s lingering heavily in the air. You tell yourself that all you care about is getting what you wanted, about getting off and fucking him, and you got it, didn't you?

Right now, though, all you want for him is to leave, and treat you like he's always did tomorrow when you show up for work.

So you didn't stop yourself from speaking first, breaking the already tense silence between the two of you. Your throat scratchy and voice slightly hoarse as you pointed out where the bathroom is, adding that there's a clean towel he can use. You even told him he can borrow one of your bigger pajamas to wear as he heads out, since the one he has on is obviously soiled. You tell him he can leave it here too, and you'll throw it in your washing machine and return it back to him in a few days.

Charleston gives you an odd look, and opens his mouth as if he's gonna say something, but thought better of it. He nods wordlessly and walks to your bathroom, closing the door.

You feel yourself about to drift off.

You'll let the guilt gnaw and fester inside you later. Hell, maybe you'll hit the town and hangout with Jimbob and Rick and Andie or any of your other friends later. Or maybe you'll stay in and order takeouts as you cry all night.

Right now, though -

Right now, all you wanted was a nap.

So you yell out that he can just lock the door on his way out as you shifted and moved around in your bed and throw your blanket above your head.

You'll clean up and change your sheets later.

[vitreoushumored]

Charmed | Mr. Lawrence x F! Reader (NSFW)

Summary: You’re horny for the guy that voices Plankton. I’m horny for the guy that voices Plankton. Let’s be horny together!

Contents: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, oral f! receiving, slightly dom reader, creampie

Author’s Note: Hi guys!! :p This is my first post on here so pls be nice LOL. I know the girlies are down bad for this man and so am I. I decided to take one for the team and make a fic bc I’m not sure if any exist LMAO. Feel free to dm any requests! Also Mr. Lawrence if for some ungodly reason you see this, no you didn’t.

p.s. In my head, this is set in 1999, but choose whatever era does it for you hehe

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No one knew.

Maybe it was better that way? Maybe it made it that much more fun?

Whatever rationale you landed on for that day, you knew one thing for certain—it was kismet.

At work, you can’t help but to be charmed by the way he carries himself. His voice reverberating around your mind whenever he’s in the studio. It’s smooth and calming, lulling you into a trance. You can’t help but feel he emulates his character just a bit—

Dominant.

You found yourself amused by the irony. Because at work, with his oversized button ups and those glasses that frame his face just right, he exudes confidence. Never in a million years would your coworkers, some of the most creative minds in the industry, be able to imagine the scenarios that take place outside of the recording studio. When he sheds himself of whatever persona he’s playing for the day and gets to just be Doug.

They’d never know about the sloppy, fervent make out sessions in the car before you make it to his apartment.

They’d never see the way he hurriedly rushes you into his bedroom because,

“Oh God Y/N, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day”

They’d never imagine the way he looks up at you from the edge of the bed with pleading eyes, begging to eat you out.

“Please Y/N, wanna taste you so badly. I’ll be so good for you, please”

His voice breaking in a way that was almost pathetic.

They’d never be able to feel the way his tongue glides so effortlessly through your wet folds as you pull his hair, earning a whimper against your core that sends goosebumps across your body. The way he looks up at you through his now foggy glasses, eyes half hooded, as he begs for your approval.

“Mmm fuck, Doug, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good”

They’d never know what it felt like to have him dip his fingers inside you, curling up to graze that one spot inside you that makes you cry out. Your own screams rivaling his.

Or the way his other hand reaches into his pants to stroke his painfully hard cock.

They’d never be able to guess the way you begrudgingly push him off your aching core, his gaze meeting yours, desperate, like a lost puppy ready to follow anywhere you lead.

“You wanna be inside me Doug? Wanna fill me up?” you’d ask, gently pushing him back on the bed as you straddle his lap.

He couldn’t even formulate a proper response, mouth ajar, chest rising and falling as he quickly nods.

You giggle at how beautifully broken you had him. You’d managed to shut him up, by all accounts an impressive feat.

“Come on Doug you gotta tell me baby” you’d tease.

“Please fuck me Y/N” he’d say, barley above a whisper as he looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation.

“Since you asked so nicely” you hummed as you sunk yourself down on his length. Despite the fact you two had been seeing each other for months now, it never failed to take some adjustment every time he buried himself inside you.

He let out a groan as he felt your walls clench around him, finally working up the courage to open his eyes as he felt you begin to move yourself on his cock.

“Oh fuckkkk Doug feels so good honey” you whined, moving your hips faster. Looking down at him, you had to refrain from giggling. It looked like he was having an out of body experience that was about to kill him. If you asked him though, he’d tell you he was more than happy to go out this way.

They would never see the way you threw you head back, moaning out his name like a prayer as you continued fucking yourself on him. His hands gripping your hips like you would disintegrate if he let go. His eyes now wondering to watch your breasts bounce up and down after every roll of your hips.

“Mmm gonna cum” he’d whine out after trying so hard to hold it together. He couldn’t help it.

After a couple more thrusts, he felt yours walls clench around him as you cried out his name one last time. That was enough to send him over the edge, a high pitched moan escaping his mouth as he painted your insides.

Slowly you moved yourself off of him, collapsing beside him as he pulls you into his embrace.

“Hey Doug“ you mused, sleepy as your post orgasmic bliss sets in.

“Yeah?” he questioned.

“You think they’ve figured us out yet?” you laugh.

“Oh 100%” he says deadpan, a shit-eating grin slowly emerging on his face.

Maybe they did know.

[worldsaparted]

Prom - Daniel Larusso

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SOMETHING ABOUT PROM tonight had Y/N extremely nervous, as her mother fixed up her hair from the back, puffing up her baby blue dress. She wore a strapless a-line dress, stopping at her mid thigh, containing ruffles of pretty lace. She wore white heels the exact shade as Daniel’s flower on his suit, and light makeup.

She gulped as she heard the sound of his car pull up, for some reason, her family was everywhere in this house, awaiting to meet this young boy she spoke of so often.

Y/N’s dad answered, to no surprise, he spoke to Daniel for a quick moment until Y/N’s mom pulled the boy from the situation, engulfing him in a hug. He held flowers in his hand, and he was nervous at the sight of so many new people but once his eyes met Y/N’s, they traveled down to study the rest of her.

And man, did she look pretty. His heart ached in the best way possible, the words he spoke faded away and suddenly he was quiet, nearing his girlfriend. “Hey.” He spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

“Hi.” A shy response as she fixed her hair subconsciously.

“Oh, Daniel these are the Grandparents, the ones you haven’t met yet!” Her mom held his hand, pulling him to the kitchen and after some time of him introducing himself to everyone, they took pictures.

Finally, after all of that - they walked out to Daniel’s car, he opened the door for his girlfriend, placing the flowers in his hand, and made his way to the driver’s seat. They hadn’t spoken much, so when they drove away, they shot glances at eachother. More so Daniel just staring at his girlfriend.

“Focus on the road!” She urged, and he took a few more glances before doing so, smiling a dorky smile.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke, a blunt end to his sentence, his hand made its way to hold hers, and they rested their interlocked hands on her thigh.

Entering the prom as the sun began to set was the perfect time, Daniel’s hand firmly held Y/N’s, she stood close and entering the gym, everyone greeted Daniel quickly, all still worked up over his All Valley win. The vicinity was absolutely packed, and at the sight of many people taking notice to the fact that these two had walked in, Y/N uncomfortably shifted towards Daniel. He noticed, his hands protectively on her waist as he stood, now guiding her to walk forward.

They took a seat at a table with many of their mutual friends, such as Ali, and her gals with their boyfriends - who now had the upmost respect for Daniel.

The night wasn’t as magical as ever, not until later on. They drank punch and such, conversed with others, but it wasn’t until the slow songs began. Abruptly, If You Leave, came on. Instinctively, the two looked at one another, and Daniel smiled slowly. “C’mon.”

He led her to the middle of the dance floor, and there, he led her hands around his neck, placing his on her back afterwards. Staring down at her, his cheeks burned and he watched as she nervously inspected everyone around, until her eyes met his - then, she was fine.

“You look..so beautiful.” He smiled, he rubbed her back, and she leaned into him.

“Thanks, Daniel.” A playful smile on her face.

“I mean it, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He exclaimed, watching as she backed from his chest to make eye contact again, he had a toothy smile, tilting his head as he stared down at her. A skeptical look was across her face, and he sighed, pressing his lips against hers to seal it all. Her hands played with the ends of his hair at the back of his neck, and he smiled at that, pulling away slowly and kissing the corner of her mouth once more before standing up straight again.

It was a few moments of silence, enjoying the dancing and leaning into one another’s frame. As the song ended, they remained staring at one another until Daniel gulped, looking down at his girl. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked softly, his mouth up against her ear, and once she nodded - he pulled her to the exit.

Daniel slipped his blazer off, handing it to his girlfriend and she smiled, sliding it on and then giggling as she grabbed onto his hand. They ran in a hurry to his car, and once they got in, Daniel drove them to the closest burger spot. They went in, and Daniel glanced around the empty place, smiling. “Order anything on the menu, I got it.” He spoke, a sly smile on his face as he held the door open for her as she walked in.

“Jeez.” Y/N playfully held her hand against her heart, watching Daniel wink.

“Fancy, I know.” He tapped his chest, and they walked to the register. He was joking, but honestly he had been saving up his money from his side jobs for this very moment.

The two ordered their own combos, sharing a large drink and they sat at a tiny table against the window, staring at one another as they listened to the music playing inside.

Daniel leaned forward, wiping the ketchup on the side of Y/N’s cheek, and she smiled, drinking from the soda, holding her burger in the other. Daniel leaned forward, and she got the hint, holding the drink up as he sipped from it.

Once he was done, she set it back down, and he placed a kiss on her forehead over the table, they shared their food even though they had their own, and after they finished, Daniel took them to his apartment.

It was quiet inside, empty, Mrs. Larusso must’ve taken her night shift. Daniel closed the door behind them, locking it and throwing his keys onto the counter as Y/N gripped his hand. It was dim, and he continued to hold her hand as he led her to his bedroom. In there, he turned his bedside lamp on. Daniel glanced over to her, it was a short moment of the two staring at one another and he gulped, watching as she walked over. He stood up, now looking down at her as she stood in front of him, and his heartbeat was audible.

“Hi.” He spoke, laughing nervously, and Y/N did the same before his smile faded, and he leaned down, connecting their lips softly, and gently. His hands roamed, and he then let them sit around her, and on her lower back.

They continued pulling away, to connect their lips in the same gentle manner, and this continued until he pulled away, staring down at her with a smile.

He slid his blazer off of her, and sat back on the bed, pulling her into his lap. She sat sideways, her hands in his hair, and he smiled against her lips once again, his hands now cupping her face. “I love you.” He uttered amongst the kisses and Y/N nervously held onto his hands that were against his face.

“I love you.” She did the same, and with this, he pulled her closer, he wanted her closer. He laid back, and he then pulled her on top of him, starting it all.

Later that night, around 3 AM, he found himself washing his girlfriend’s makeup off in the shower, playfully kissing all over her face as he held her neck. She laughed into the kisses, her hands in his soaking wet hair.

“Finish!” She urged, and he pulled away, nodding.

“Sorry, sorry. How irresponsible of me.” He continued helping her wash her makeup off, along with the hairspray in her hair, and she did the same with him.

When they finished, he wrapped her towel around her, now taking his. Daniel led her to his room again, she tiptoed across the hallway and in there - they changed into a fresh set of pajamas. Y/N slipped on boxers of Daniel’s, some of his pajama shorts, and a large shirt from New Jersey.

Daniel wore his plaid pajama pants, and a red t shirt. He quickly ruffled his hair with the towel, and then did the same to Y/N before they set their towels aside. Daniel sat on his bedside, smiling in awe of his girlfriend as he tugged her closer, allowing her to straddle him as he kissed her neck lovingly.

“I love you more than anything, you know that?” He asked, his voice was soft, and up against her skin, he tickled her. She laughed a little, watching as he looked up at her now.

“Maybe.” She shrugged playfully, and Daniel raised a brow.

“Maybe. Oh is that so?” He challenged.

A laugh escaped Y/N’s lips and Daniel smiled, playfully pulling her onto the bed, laying her down and kissing her face all over again. “Maybe?” He repeated, and she covered her face to make him stop.

She was still laughing, and as she sat up, she softly smiled at him as he ran his hands through her damp hair. “I love you too. More than anything.”

The feeling of her voice, and her reciprocal caused him to blush. He smiled at her, his eyes lovingly staring at her. “You tired?” He asked, his voice gentle, as gentle as he always was.

She nodded, humming in response and he dimmed the light on his bedside, now throwing the covers over them. As they laid back, he pulled his girlfriend against him, placing a goodnight kiss on the side of her neck.

Who would ask for anything else?

[theobsessiveloser18]

🦋Y/N In Karate Kid🦋

-Before karate kid-

•Y/N Nomen nescio Born on March 30, 1961, she is the second daughter of the Nomen couple. The tallest of the family, the most intelligent of the family (in her own words), the adoration of everyone she knows and above all things the younger sister of Jimmy, one of the most Popular at school, and an honorable Cobra Kid

•Being the only daughter of a workaholic lawyer and a retired housewife from 4 supermarkets struggling to survive in the complex confines of the middle class, Y/N has had a difficult life.Quiet with good friends, a great family, being an average student with good grades, and having the best relationship with her older brother

•You could say that everything began to change in his life when his brother began to draw his attention to karate, Your mother enrolled him in a dojo near home, run by a walking psychopath and Having 13-year-old classmates completely deranged by using what they learned on anyone they wouldn't like, y/n began to see the havoc that an egomaniac spirit could wreak on The world.

•It could be said that someone like Jimmy would not be affected, he was a boy raised with good principles, responsible parents and without worries about his future, unlike some he had no reason.To become a bad boy, and he didn't, however he was 13 years old and being friends with Dutch, Johnny and Tommy was obviously going to affect him like it did Bobby and it did.

•So like a good sister, you tried to advise him, scold him, guide him and practically prevent him and his friends from going too far. Sometimes you succeed but other times you don't, however your parents never They have noticed the change that your brother had And let's say that you unconsciously make sure that this is so

“Y/N, let's go out, We take you somewhere ?”

“no Mom,The outing with the girls was canceled,” you shouted from your room, focused on the drama on your television.

After a while you went down to say goodbye to your parents

“Jimmy is going to bring his friends for a while, the cake is finishing in the oven, I hope you take good care of them” You looked disgusted at your brother and his cheeky smile.

“The boy is 18 years old ma, he's not stupid,And even less invalid, I don't see why he would need my help for this, other than cultivating sexism”

“The ideas of modern television rot the minds of young girls, I hope you don't watch too much while we are gone, one day you will be a mother and if that attitude has not disappeared by You divorced in 1 year, and believe me you don't want that”

“believe me ma, I don't want children and even less a man to support I have enough with these two”

“time will tell” your father left his office quickly Claiming that he was late for his meeting, they said goodbye to your parents, your mother did not leave without first telling you “and dress appropriately for the visits,” she commented, pointing to your shorts and Your strappy blouse

"Don't offend me, the last thing I want is for those chimpanzees to have to share information about my body." SHe gave you a dirty look and finally got into the car. You returned to your room, after a while. you changed and remembered the cake just before it started to burn

“Hey, I thought you didn't want the kids to comment that I have a sister who likes to dress like a clown.”

“Get lost kid, those stupid people don't deserve me to look this good, much less waste it. An expansive cake in them”

“Yes yes, whatever you say Stuck-Up”

You had the decency to open the door for them when they arrived,

“Jimmy,The Scorpions arrived” you shouted and immediately closed the door in their faces, by the time your brother had opened it for them. You were already halfway up the stairs.

"Y/N, let this be the last time you do that to the boys."

“You're not in charge of me” you argued and the boys looked at you quite amused

“I'll tell mom that you're staying up late watching TV”

“And I'll tell them both where you keep Dutch's marijuana” Everyone They were offended, while you laughed at their reactions

“Go back to the kitchen, let's see if you tame the hyena." You went down the stairs quickly ready to confront him but Jimmy stopped you while the other cobras scolded him

“Suck my excrement, you damned caveman”

“What the hell with those insults ?” Johnny ask with an awkward laugh,The fulminating thing with your look

“I wouldn't have broken the door down on them if they didn't come with The incarnation of the damned Cráter- face”

“Don't compare me again. With your fucking comedies you little bitch” this time he received a blow to the head from Bobby

“Where are you going with that”

“they don't deserve my strawberries much less the sacred whipped cream”

“You will gain weight”

“At least I'll never have your damn height oompa loompa” Finally you disappeared from the room.

After 2 hours you returned to the living room to leave your plate and half a jar of cream in the refrigerator.And you thanked God for having done it when you realized the state of your house

What the hell is this?

Don't exaggerate y/n" Tommy said a little drunk, of course for a boy who could barely stand the smell of marijuana, an apparent large speck of dust,What was it really? the cigarette butt on the table,The amount of empty beers on the floor, and the 3 bales of them that still remained to be uncovered, were nothing to him.

“"Don't exaggerate, you idiot." You took off the headphones of your brother,And you almost fainted because of how dazed it was With the voice of Judas Priest, you ran to cut off his voice.

“Don't fuck around.”Johnny said, approaching angrily with a cigarette but he started to back away when you faced him, much more upset.

“You guys don't fuck with me with all this...you can tell me what the hell made you think this was all a good idea” your screams seemed to sober everyone up “you have a damn thing Idea of ​​what time it is?, My parents are going to arrive any minute, and fucking look at this, this..."your brother started vomiting, everyone left the room including him, he washed himself in the dishwasher and after a few minutes he tried to Regaining your composure you continued “and don't even get me started on all of this together.”

“Okay, okay, we understand, we're leaving."

"Oh no, gentlemen, you're not leaving now," you commented, grabbing him and Johnny by the collars of their shirts. "You are going to help clean the place that they turned into Satan's damn inn”

So they started cleaning the house “seriously!!! “You guys drank 4 bottles of dad’s red wine...Oh damn it, damn it and well damn it”

“Here, all at once and you'll be as good as new,” Bobby commented, offering you 4 cigarettes. You looked at him wrong. “Bad idea, I got it.” He walked away. you began to exasperately trying to detect which one was the most sober, and surprisingly your recently vomited brother fell into the category

“listen to me carefully, honey You're going to get it damn in the old man's cabin damn, you're going to take them in a Unfortunate bag, they're not going to fall off the danmn it bike, you're not going to damn it delay... and above all," you approached him, grabbing his shirt, "you're going to bring Exactly the same damn brands, or else you and your friends are going to learn what a modern bonfire is, are you screwed or did you understand me right? Before he could respond, Dutch asked,

“With so much rudeness," you snapped at your brother and responded sarcastically, "oh seriously, I'm being very rude, my goodness, forgive me, Dutch, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I thought you were fed up with my Insults from a good girl baby” you looked at him annoyed and he simply rolled his eyes “every damn world get to work.”

You really put them to work, Bobby made the 4 pots of coffee to get rid of the hangover, Johnny He mopped the house, Tommy threw away the beers and cigarettes 4 blocks down from his neighborhood, and Dutch took care of his friend's vomit, washing the mop and the kitchen things (nothing personal)While you put everything back as it was originally and certain inconsistencies in the crime scene disappeared, when they were finally finished, your parents walked through the door,

“Good night sir and madam nemon.”

“Good evening young people” Your father greeted awkwardly, you and your brother wanted to laugh

“It's a little late for you to still be here, did something happen?”

"No, of course not, ma'am, just "We ran out of time," the tender Bobby responded too quickly,

"it stinks of air freshener, excuse me."

"Eh, is the gentleman okay?"

"Yes, it's just that strong smells bother him, and he's right, the house stinks of clean... And because his father's wine bottles are in a black bag" without them being able to avoid it, Your mother approached, took the bag and fine price tags put them on the apron, you passed your brother while Dutch kicked him in the shin, your mother said as politely as she could to The boys, and your brother and you were left in an interrogation

“Are you going to explain to me what happened?”

“It was my fault mom, I burned the cake, and I rushed to be someone else but that's when the boys arrived and it was a complete disaster,I spilled the juice, I collided with Dad's bottles, put old milk on the cake and Dutch got sick and I mistook the soda for beer."

You didn't know who was more surprised, your brother or your mother, her scold you a little, punish you a little, give you more homework and you got rid of your addiction to television for 2 weeks, (the replacement for your addiction to romantic books)

Your brother and the cobras kidnapped you at school at almy time“A gift? My God, you guys are so sweet, you wouldn't have bothered, I did it with all the good will in the world, I would do it again if that were the case.”

“We created a monster,” Tommy commented, amused,

“actually, just woke him up.”

•Deep down, your brothers' friends are like the distant cousins ​​with whom your brother forced you to play football when you were little. You want them your way (except Dutch)They do it their way, and you could live with them even if your brother wasn't there.

•To bother you they like to sneak into your plans

“Don't come into my fucking room without knocking, you fucking bastard.”

“Will you never recover from the insults?” Johnny asked, leaning out of the doorway.

“Where does the television clown go?

“Are you sure you said that word right, Tommy?” you asked, finishing your makeup.

“You're not going to distract us, smartass, you're going to go out without your older brother.”

“If it's about intelligence I'm older than you”

“If it's about street experience I'm still the oldest”

“Are you sure”

“oh so this is how we're going to play?”They both stood face to face, you looked at him mischievously Letting him know that you wouldn't back down, he then unexpectedly ran out of your room, “Mom, mom, don't let Y/N out, she's going to go to a dangerous neighborhood,” you obviously ran after him,

“That's not true,Mom I'm going to Veronica's ”

“But she doesn't want me and the boys to accompany her, it doesn't seem suspicious to you, mommy."

"Because she didn't invite you, and you always talk bad about her."

"Because she's weird, I don't want you to get that."

"It's stupidly ridiculous, mom."

In the end, your mom ended up agreeing with your brother, forcing you to join him in your plans.

"After you, dear little Sister”You fell dramatically on your bed.

“So where are we going,” Tommy asked, playing with your pillow.

“Veronica's House,” Jimmy informed.

“I would kill you if there was a way for mom and dad to not find out.”All the cobras began to mess up your room, while you tried to call your friend to inform her of the change of

•Although they also like to force you to go out with them

“Get ready girl let's go to the bar”Tommy informed

“I hate bars”

“well we can golf n stuff”Bobby suggested.”

“That place has me fed up” “To the movies it will be” Johnny said determined

“Cinemas seem pathetic to me”

“since when?!

“Since you have been with me”

“Very funny little mouth, let's go” your brother said pulling you by the arm

“leave me alone.I have to study for an exam ”

“You've been watching TV for like 8 hours”

“I'm going to study”

“exactly when?” Johnny butted in.

“I will review all my notes, 5 minutes before going to sleep so that the information is concentrated in my brain.During sleep, and the adrenaline of ruining what defines 85% of my final grade, will help me get exactly a C.”Everyone looked satisfied with your answer, however Johnny insisted

“Okay that. It gives us 5 hours To choose between mad max 2 and Ramboo:First blood,And if you go for hamburgers, ice cream and pizza, should I leave it at that or are you still not hungry?”

"I hate you"

"I don't believe you"

-In Karate Kid-

•You weren't at the beach the night Johnny met Larusso,But that didn't stop you from finding out about the situation, you hadn't even been at school for 5 minutes when your friends found you and told you everything.

“Seriously, not even in the summer you guys can't keep calm” They raised their shoulders and gave you their best stupid face. “Okay, who is the guy?”

“That transvestite.”

“Since when are they xenophobic?”

“Hey, don't insult us with words we don't know?”

You try to convince the kids that the boy has learned his lesson, but there is no one more stubborn than John.

“she's not your girlfriend anymore Johnny, they broke up like 3 months ago, she has the right to go out with whoever she wants, Don't treat this whole matter as if the boy stole something of your property."

“Using so many words, it's not going to confuse me, I know exactly what I'm doing”

“She was your first girlfriend, you're almost 18 years old, you're Johnny Lawrence, you're going to have hundreds of girlfriends after her, and she's It will become a memory of everything that could have been for a 17 year old boy, get over it” you commented holding his shoulders

“you're making a pass at him?” ask rogue tommy “gross dude”

•Although you felt a little bad for the boy, there was nothing you could do to avoid the situation, and deep down you knew that Johnny was right when he said that Larusso liked problems.

•It was the Halloween party at school and surprisingly you managed not to go and no one questioned your decision. You were calmly resting in your room when one of your friends called you. Telling you that another of them had sprained her foot, and possibly needed to go to the hospital, as worried as if hell were burning, you asked your father for permission to take the car.

“I understand that you're worried, but the road won't do it, so if you get into an accident, or end up in jail, I most likely won't help you today."

You arrived almost trembling at the party only to discover that they had set you up, and you had made their job easier by bringing jeans, a striped shirt,and cowboy Shoes, hat were really easy to get

You were enjoying this change of plans, when you saw the cobra skeletons slip while chasing a shower.

“Who were they chasing?

“to Daniel”

“Who?"

“Larusso!,the new guy” You denied,

“Ali's Dirty Dream Boy”

“He's not,” the girl argued, a little blushing.

“Yet”Susan commented.

You ran away trying to catch up with them.Walking around the school, and a little further screaming and trying to find them You were afraid of getting lost and/or that something would happen to you because you were alone.

“Well, I'll have to give them away at home.” Suddenly you heard moans and screams. Determined to find them, you continued looking for them. “Forget it, I'm going to have you arrested right now.”

You saw the boy lying on the floor from afar, but as you got closer you realized that the skeletons were being beaten

"Hey hey, leave them" you ran towards them screaming like crazy "Go damn it, or I'll call the fucking police" before you could get close enough, the one who hit the cobras was running away with the larruso in his arms, you couldn't really see who he was from.But I don't know if you forget those words, “Mr Miyagi, we have to go.”

You were on the verge of insanity watching your brother, Johnny and Tommy seemingly unconscious and Bobby next to Dutch writhing in his sleep.Pain

“My God, this went down an abyss”

As stubborn as they were, they refused to go to the hospital, you negotiated with them to take them the next day.

You called your parents to tell them “that your friend was fine, with a sore foot, and you were going to stay at her house” they didn't agree, but upon hearing “That the girl lived across the street from Tommy(where was your brother staying)” they calmed down for a while

You treated the boys as best you could, they decided to watch the stars for a while in Tommy's yard, you lay down on the grass feeling that your back was finally relaxing

“I'm done...Bobby 4 They are not enough,“I'll settle for the pack” Johnny threw something at him

“we only have pore left” you raised your eyebrow.You fell asleep in the patio

•The situation was forgotten by them, not by you, you were too alert for Larusso and they, curiously, were in the Restaurant Where Daniel's mother worked, in charge of Cobra Kai (you didn't know she was his mother) you saw Daniel enter with a man, your nervousness increased

“Go ask for what is ours, the conflict is not going to escape me this time”

“Don't do anything stupid”

“I assure you” you said, tangling a lock of hair with your finger, a code of trust between you.

You entered the dojo, but you remained discreet listening to the entire conversation, you cursed Kreese, Johnny, Daniel and especially the old man, both of them passed by you, and you looked heavily at the already scared Jersey

“You need something, young lady?" you were paralyzed by Kreese's abrupt voice.

"I'll take care of it, sensei, excuse me." He looked at your brother with distrust, but when he asked his question he assumed that they were related and left it. "What the hell are you doing here, I told you what sensei thinks about women?"

“I just...I wanted to tell you that I was in the cafeteria across the street...you know in case something” he messed up your hair playfully, but he said quite angrily

“You're not going to harass me like a damn police officer” Bobby gave you a half smile before you found the strength to leave.

•Reduce surveillance of your brother and the boys by focusing now on Daniel and the old man who possibly hit them.He noticed it but didn't pay attention to it, because he didn't consider you a threat, just a paranoid girl because her brother was hit, him mistake was exactly what made you her threat. You found out where the old man lived, and everything was very easy for you.

•A few weeks later Larusso was furious at the cobras, he pushed your brother in the back, luckily for him there were only the chestnut, Bobby and Tommy.

“What sissies are happening to you, boy?”

“That's what I tell you, damned coward, why don't you fight me if you're such a man?”

“Oh believe me, that's just what I would do, if our senseis didn't have a deal.”

“Screw the deal, I'm going to cut you in half”

“I'll do it to you first Cockroach Nest” Tommy shouted but was stopped by your brother and Bobby.

“We're trying to stop Dutch and Johnny from crushing you like a potato, but you don't help yourself much, masochist.” Bobby said, you were leaving school calmly when you saw what was happening in the Parking lots

“I'm sorry I'm such a sinner, Jesus Christ, that you can't grant me a moment of peace.” You mumbled before entering the scene “get lost boy”

“You do it is a man thing”

“How curious, I don't see any” if If you weren't in the middle of a possible fight, your brother's friends would have already laughed.

“I hate to say it but Y/N is right, just go away”

“Why don't you keep your part of the deal, and wait until the tournament to get your long-awaited trip to the afterlife?"

“Are some cowards for involving Me Miyagi in this."

"What the hell are you talking about, you damn loudmouth," Tommy asked.

"About the complaint they made against my sensei."

"Stop crying, I was, a damned whiner."

"Why the hell would you go where you don't have any business, and where you don't know anything?" you started hitting him in the chest with your finger, making him retreat.

"What I know is that you, Mr. Michaci, hit my brother and his friends.", to defend a little girl who doesn't know how to do anything other than fall on her face in the puddle where she doesn't belong, so that when she's already dirty, she cries saying that life is unfair 'to someone so nice' And oh surprise!, where my family is involved is up to me. ”

“I told you to leave Y/N” your brother shouted grabbing you by the shoulders but you quickly let go “I'll leave when my belly button feels like it” he looked at you disgusted and you said in a low voice “And don't touch me, I'm not one of these” enough anger for him to take a step behind you, and you returned to the black-haired man

“you haven't left yet, what do you expect me to ask you nicely or what?”

“You're going to withdraw the complaint”

“besides being mentally retarded, stupid, you're the whole package” you commented sarcastically “You didn't listen to what I said to the boy, I do whatever I want, the last thing I would do is bend down The head for one of your kind."

"If you don't withdraw the damn complaint," he began to yell at you, causing the boys to almost pounce on him.

"I'll kill you, sewer toad."

"Don't get involved, this is now between the child and me” They stayed behind you “Excuse me, darling, what were you telling me?”

“If you don't withdraw the damn complaint I'm going to" he said while shouting pointing a finger at you, but you pushed him, he almost fell

"What are you going to do, huh, what are you going to do to me, I hear you cute"You continued advancing, he walks backwards, trying to find a way out, while half the school witnessed the spectacle “Are you going to hit me?! You can't handle them, you charge less with me, In my life a Guy has threatened me, so that almost one of them dares to even think about it” you pushed him again, and finally he fell, people laughed at him,You took your bag, approached him one last time, pointed at him and said in a low voice “I'm more dangerous than them, and believe me, you don't want to check.”

•Halfway down the road the cobras caught up with you, insisting that you let them get into their fights. “You can rot, you are dying for me Jimmy, and I don't want to see you in my house again”

You wouldn't show it but this was killing you, you were walking with your girlfriends, when you ran into

“Acquaintances.”

“This fucker, it must be a joke from the decomposed part of the left cerebral cortex”

“The fact that I didn't understand what you said, won't stop me from making something very clear to you!!

“Give me a second Lasagna, girls where always” when they were already far away you continued “Now that Cassie Powell”

““Withdraw the damn complaint”

“your brain is only coded to say that, why would Parrot, You can learn a new word”

“I don't do a bad thing, defend the young man” speak to you for the first time, Lord. “You hit minors, sir, I don't know if you understand English, and I don't know what the laws of the country you come from are like, it's not my intention to be xenophobic, but in the United States it is a crime.”

“It is a crime that he defends me, but that they have beaten me since they saw me is not an action rewarded by your beloved law, perhaps?”

“You're supposedly a man, right? I don't see you as one-armed.”

“Even the most Brainless knows that 5 against 1 is impossible” “Johnny, Bobby, Dutch Tommy and even my brother could” “They have trained

“Well, you do the same... Oh no, I know a better idea, stop putting yourself where you're not called”

“I have never done anything wrong”

“You are right, but you are not innocent either, trying to Attract with a bully's ex-girlfriend, and then getting revenge when he is at his calmest, is the equivalent of messing With the wife of a Gangster and stealing his gun when he is drunk, believe me, I have seen too many movies, it doesn't end well, keep that in mind for the future.”The man looked at the boy with quite curiosity. He looked embarrassed at being exposed. You were about to leave.

“The gang and your brother are not good people.” He shouted. You turned back.

“They're not bad, they're just not Good, like you, like me, like any teenager” You said too kindly, surprising him “Do you want them to pay for what they did? I myself can send them to a correctional facility but only after That he's in jail for hitting them" you were about to leave again

"You're evil" he murmured, you came back, your eyes were heavy he got scared "I'm not, I'm just a woman, a sister, who's fed up Of karate, of his parents' occupations, of his brother's change, of his brother's friends,Of having to take care of them, and Cover their mistakes just so Just not to be heard, seeing the disaster they cause, but above all I am tired of Kreese, do you want a villain in your story?,It's that I hope they screw him up, that they burn alive, and that their dojo is demolished and the ashes licked by a dinosaur."

With the last thing you said, they were a little confused, you resumed seriousness.

"I'm sorry that you They have done all that, child, and I'm sorry to have to ruin your plans, but you had a mother?,She must have noticed that something strange is happening, and you haven't let her get involved, well... this is what happens when you even ignore women, everything comes to the damn edge of a rock, I'm not bad, I'm just want this to end, and I don't have an adult to help me, so I'm trying to figure out how to stop this alone, and it seems like the only way...If you have nothing more to tell me excuse me,and see you later."

"Her name?" you heard the old man whisper

“y/n”

“Goodbye y/n San”

you stopped short, the man smiled at you,You didn't know what it meant but in a way it made you feel relieved. You nodded and continued your journey.Once at home you couldn't stop wondering if what you were doing It would really make life better.

You had “one of those conversations” again,You were in the supermarket helping your mother with shopping, you were in a section the product was falling out of your hands and Sir grabbed it

“Thank you, Mr Miyagi right?

“The right thing, miss” you shook your hand

“a placer meet you, my name...”

“Y/N knowing...Family shopping?”

“Yes, mom and me, that's our version of them.”

“Need help carrying groceries?”

“No thanks, we compare little by little”

“good time, buy lots, they will have help”

“Thank you, but she doesn't trust strangers and believe me it's not good for them to know each other”

“Because of what happened, understand”

“Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say it, because of everything I'm causing, but it seems incredible to me How could he with the cobras, they were not too enthusiastic about it but I imagine it was a fight like Bruce lee”

“Hear about it, really good wrestling, just different techniques, teach someday if you want”

“Thank you very much, but I really hate karate, and fighting would be the last sport I would practice on this earth”

“For damage caused, understand again, really talented brother and friends”You sighed

“Too much for my liking, I hope it doesn't end up leading them to carry blood on their hands, I'm sorry about the complaint”

“Don't apologize, do the right thing, stranger hit family”

“and family try to murder boy,I thought my parents would pay more attention to my brother, with what happened But in a way the only thing that changed was our opinion of the other, I am a Gossip, and he is an accomplice to an attempted murder.”

“People will change”

“Only if they want”

you turned around and saw your mother in that section picking up more products,

“His mother” He whispered “...Y/N San, good person, life will treat you well” You smiled

“See you later Mr. Miyagi”

“What did that old man want?”

“he couldn't find my way out of the supermarket, poor immigrant.”

Luckily for you, you and your mother never remembered a face

The day of the tournament was approaching.

“What do you want?” You asked with your eyes fixed on your book.

“The tournament is next week,” Dutch informed.

“Good for you.”

“You're coming, right? Johnny asked.

“Why should I do it?"

“You go every year”

“It's not like when you were 14 years old, you are more sadistic, cheap metal blinds anyone, and if I don't like hearing that they beat people for fun, I would like less to see them beat people for ambition and cheap congratulations from Fulgencio batista”

“Are you going to look us in the eyes when we talk?”Jimmy asked, annoyed.

“It's a sign of respect, I don't feel that way about you”

“For anyone?” Bobby asked, you looked him in the eyes

“What do you think? You are the smartest of them,Also why did you want me there? If I'm a gossipy, nosy little bitch, that no one will ever care about”

"say you're sorry." They told Dutch

"it's not about him, I don't care what he has to say about me, it's you."

“Y/N You are my sister, you know us better than anyone, you know we are sorry”

“You are right, I know them better than anyone, that's why I know they only apologize for why things ended just the way they wanted,Dad and mom don't care, and you like the big males, I sent you to rot once, so do it twice." You picked up your things to go to the next class.

“Know that we love you.”

“You have never shown it.”

•Anyway, you showed up minutes before it started, they didn't deserve it but it was your brother and his cobras, you never gave them the answer.You met Daniel in the hallways

“You came”

“I never back down from a fight”

“Good for you, because they don't either, they are more demonized than ever, you know their sensei”

“They don't scare me, I will cut their asses”

“the facts will speak for themselves, I would wish you luck, but I never do it, it would be betrayal, and apparently you don't need it."You turned towards the stands. “Don't have mercy on them,Maybe you can teach those morons Not to underestimate To the people .”

You had read about the Roman battles open to the public, you couldn't imagine how it could be worse than this.

• The critical point came when only the 2 best cobras were left, you were terrified when Kreese He practically forced Bobby to take Daniel out, and your soul actually left your body when the boy obeyed the order, and regretted it immediately afterwards, shaking Daniel for forgiveness.

•You went after him when he left the place, returning only to see Johnny's terror at "Sweep The Leg”

•You were standing there, in a corner watching everything, wanting to go back to Bobby without being able to really move, without feelings and opinions, you felt a chill all over your body when Daniel defeated the blonde, time froze in front of you, everything passing so slowly that It felt unreal, then you saw the boy congratulate Daniel, and you had a small emotion of pride, for both, the winner and the loser, but it was not enough for you to come to your senses, your gaze fixed on Kreese, this tournament had not been the end of nothing, you went for bobby

-Karate kid II-

"step aside,"

•"You enter the scene" in the eyes of Daniel and Mr Miyagi, who see you running with a stick through the crowd leaving the tournament until you reach the parking lot where Kreese and the cobras are,

you hit the man with too much anger in the neck and Head, To let Johnny go , he manages to elbow you in the stomach, and you fall down in pain. Jimmy runs at you, and stays standing next to you while you rub your stomach in pain.

•You catch Tommy when Kreese pushes him too, and you put your hand on Johnny's shoulder, who looks exactly how you feel at that moment, you rock him for a while.

•You feel normal again when Mr. Miyagi makes Kreese cut his hands on car windows, and makes him think that he will kill him with a Bruce Lee-style blow to the neck (if your memory serves you correctly) before he and Daniel walk away, you get the strength to get up

"Mr Miyagi" They both turn around and look at you "Thank you"

"You're welcome, Y/n san"

You smiled at him, you watched them walk away for a few seconds, and you returned to where the others were, Kreese walked past you.

"To rot"

They both stared at each other for a few seconds, but the hatred in their gaze consumed your eyes, and you felt a chill adjoin your body, for it was the first time you had insulted an adult to their face, it didn't feel good, you approached them. guys.

"Get your asses out of here" you picked Johnny up, placing his arm on your shoulder, and holding his back, you looked at him proudly "don't worry I'll take care of yours"

Finally you all got out of there

-The next Karate Kid-

•You live a few blocks down from Julie, you are kind to her, and after some casual conversations, you gain her trust.

•once chatting once passing in the distance Mr Miyagi

"My grandmother left me in charge of her and I barely know him, can you believe it?"

"If it's a little strange, he seems like something out of a movie… but don't worry, I know him too, he's a good man."

"How did you meet him?"

"Karate in a certain way is part of his history, he believes that with it you can change your life, I find it a little difficult to believe, but I would never doubt what that man said"

"Well, he really impressed you."

“He did it, maybe one day I can tell you the story, I don't want to influence you, but maybe you could try to get to know him, see if his teachings could contribute something positive to life, after all human beings are different, which can be useful for you "It may not have been for me, and that's okay." She meditate on your words for a few seconds

“You are quite wise and pleasant for being almost my age.”

•She listened to your advice, and you began to notice her more open and happy.

•but since most people had to leave, shortly after while you were sweeping the front garden you received a visitor

“Mr Miyagi! glad to see you, after all this time!”

“Same feeling Y/N San, traveling a lot is tiring, it's better to be home”

“Surely that's the case, the furthest I have been from home has been 4 days away. It must be quite a merit to leave the country where you have been seeing for a long time to return to your country of origin... What is Okinawa like?”

“Beautiful place, pleasant to visit, but too much family and enemies, privacy, and tranquility here, good to the United States for that”

“I get it, some families are too much for the world.”

“Your family will be that for you?”

“A little, being married and having children is difficult, I would prefer to live like you, I will enjoy the tranquility of silence”

“San, being too nice not to have a family of your own.”

“You are much more so than me, and yet you have a cozy place to live, doing what you love, and educating the new generations”

“Coming from the airport, saying goodbye to Julie, your neighbor, also a lovely lady, she will do well in the world.”

“Yes, I met her. It's good that she was able to meet you.”

“Going back to California in a few days, how long will you stay in Boston?”

“I will finish my degree in 3 years, I am working in a nice cafeteria, I like it, but maybe I can work on what I am studying soon”

“Well, time goes by quickly, well received in California, I'm sure we'll see you soon Chan”

“I hope so Mr Miyagi”

•Before leaving he give you a beautiful Bonsai.

[laiwalane]

Fandoms / characters I'll write for

TV SHOWS:

American horror story

any ships (includes reader or ships between two characters)

characters (my favs):

- Maddison Montgomery

- Tate Langdon (any Evan Peters char.)

- Michael Langdon/Xavier Plimpton

- Cordelia Fox (Any Sarah Paulson char.)

- Misty Day

- Mallory

- Countess Elizabeth ofc

The walking dead

Characters

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Carol 💥

- Maggie

- Glenn

- Owen (he's hot lmao)

- Negan

-Beth

- Michonne

- Daryl

-Philip Blake (the governor)

The boys

characters

-homelander

-soldier boy

- hugh

-ANY FEMALE CHARACTER

Breaking bad

characters

-Jesse pinkman

- Andrea

- Jane Margolis

MR ROBOT

characters

- Elliot Alderson

- Tyrell 💥

- Johanna

- Darlene

- Dominique

GOT/ HOTD

everybody who is sexy

Hannibal

-any characters/pairings

(I know it will be impossible to write smth without gay ships so...I will do it :))

ARCANE!!!

- Victor💥💥💥💥💥

-Jinx

- Vi

- Caitlyn

- Jayce

- Mell

- Ambessa (I will think about it)

FILMS:

-American psycho

-The hunger games

characters:

- Katniss Everdeen

- Peeta

- Finnick Odair

-Coryo Snow (young ofc)

-Finch (that cute ginger girl from part 1)💥

-Tigriss

- Inglourious Basters

characters

-Hans Landa💥

-Dieter Hellstrom💥

-Bridget

- Shoshanna

-Aldo Raine

-Batman Begins/any other parts

characters:

-Bruse Wayne

-Jonathan Crane 💥

- Miranda Tate

-John Wick

(almost any characters)

Anime

-Jujutsu kaisen

characters:

- Maki Zenin💥

- Mai Zenin

-Nobara Kugisaki

-Gojo

- Nanami Kento

- Riko Amanai💥

- MeiMei

-Tsukumo Yuki💥

-Chosou

-Shingeki no kyojin

characters

- Eren Jaeger

-Floch Forster

- Armin Arlert

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Petra Ral

- Hange Zoe💥

- Zeke Yeager

-Pieck Finger

-Anie Leonhart

- Sasha Blouse

-Kumetsu no yaiba

only female characters

AHHH THAT'S A LOOOOT BUT IT'S NOT EVERYTHING

well I would like to add that if you fan of these aktors/aktresses, I'll be writing fanfiction with any of their characters

- Angelina Jolie

- Kate Blanchett

- Christian Bale

- Emma Roberts

-Aaron Taylor-Johnson

-Cillian Murphy

- Bill Skarsgard

- Eula Pernel

- August Diehl

- Billy Bob Thornton

💥- means I find this character hot lmao

What Do I write and what I don't you can see here

[ladymaycrush]

:Insert cute MC art here: 😅

PT 3 BACKSTORY: “Lines We Didn’t Rehearse” - Meg’s Backstory (and emotional internal dialogue)

SUMMARY: This is a prequel/internal dialogue (MC’s POV) addition to the original “Lines We Didn’t Rehearse”. Nothing steamy - just some context and additional character depth added <3

Backstory – Part One: The Bathroom Poster

You used to think about Beck in terms of chapters. The restaurant chapter, where you were both barely scraping rent and surviving on shift drinks and adrenaline. The long-distance chapter, where you worked a soul-sucking job at a bank call center just for the PTO to see him once a month. The unraveling chapter, where every word between you felt like a misfire and he accused you of not loving him enough while you were choking on trying to love yourself.

And then there was the coda. Eight years later. A warm July evening. His mother’s backyard. Your perfume the same as it used to be, like you were trying to summon a ghost that hadn’t stopped haunting you. You hadn’t planned to drink, but then he handed you a beer with a soft smile and called you by your old nickname, and suddenly you were back in it. The jokes, the rhythm, the gravity of nostalgia curling around your ankles.

You told him, “Say the word and I’ll sober up and leave.”

And he laughed like you were ridiculous and said, “I want you to stay.”

It could’ve ended there—should have. But later came the messages. The spiral. The grief masquerading as confession. You remember reading the words, over and over: “I still am in love with you. Just the same as ten years ago.” And later, “This has really set me back and I think we should avoid this in the future for the rest of our lives.”

So he broke up with you again. But this time, there was no relationship to mourn—just the potential of friendship, lost before it had a chance to become real. And somehow, that hurt worse.

⸻

You moved through the months after like someone underwater. Hookups felt hollow. You’d done that before—used sex like a lit match, flicking it at your self-worth just to see if it would burn. It didn’t feel dangerous anymore, just boring. Predictable. Men with rough hands and soft promises who didn’t know your middle name.

So you stopped. You stayed in. You worked.

Graphic design wasn’t your dream, but it was better. Less grey cubicles, more creative freedom. Your team was weird and wonderful and swore too much in Slack. You liked them. But the company? The endless meetings and the corporate buzzwords and the middle managers who called themselves “thought leaders”—you saw through it all. Sometimes you’d pause in the middle of a Zoom call and think, Is this it? Is this what we’re here for?

⸻

It was your mom, in the bathroom of your favorite brewery, who pointed it out. A poster. Animation Con ’24 – A Nostalgic Weekend of Panels, Creators & Comedy.

“Looks like your kind of thing,” she said, drying her hands.

You smiled, rolled your eyes. “Yeah. I’d be the oldest person there without a kid.”

But something about it lodged in your brain. Maybe the colors. Maybe the lineup. Maybe the voice in your head that still sounded suspiciously like Plankton.

You booked a ticket the day before.

⸻

You’d forgotten he was going to be there—Doug freaking Lawrence—until you saw him on the panel table, mic in hand, mid-joke.

And just like that, you were seventeen again, crushing so hard on a cartoon villain you were convinced your brain was broken. But now you were thirty-one. You’d lived whole lives since then. You’d fallen apart and put yourself back together. You didn’t need to be anyone’s dream girl.

Still, when his eyes swept the crowd and paused—just briefly—on you, your pulse betrayed you.

You were not ready for what this weekend would become.

⸻

Backstory – Part Two: The Whisper Before

You weren’t planning on going to the convention. You’d said that out loud, more than once, to your mom, to your group chat, to your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Too far, too weird, too much energy I don’t have. The kind of excuse you could say with confidence because you believed it.

But then Beck broke your heart again—this time with restraint. With sad dignity. With a message so final it almost felt polite.

“I still love you, Meghan. Just the same as ten years ago. And that’s why we can’t talk anymore.”

You read it too many times. Tried to memorize it, like knowing the words might make them sting less. It didn’t.

You weren’t in love with him. Not anymore. That part was clear. But you had hoped—foolishly, desperately—that maybe there was a version of you and Beck that could still exist in the world. A version that laughed at old inside jokes and sent weird memes and didn’t come with all the ruin.

Instead, you were left with a hollow ache and the silence of someone who had made up their mind.

It wasn’t the end of a romance. It was the end of a possibility. And you hadn’t even realized how much you were counting on it.

⸻

The next few weeks passed in a quiet kind of grief. You threw yourself into work. Made tiny jokes in Slack. Designed layouts for things you didn’t care about. Got praise you couldn’t hold onto.

Your job was better than the call center. Better than that grey little cubicle you used to sit in while you counted the hours ‘til your next flight to see him. But sometimes, better still felt like not enough.

There were nights you sat in bed with the lights off and just… let the ache come. Not for Beck, exactly. But for what his absence represented. The final loss of someone who, for better or worse, had known every version of you.

You didn’t miss him. You missed being understood.

⸻

It was your mom who reminded you what whim felt like.

You were in the bathroom of the brewery you both visited every other weekend, washing the sticky of a spilt sour off your hands, when she pointed to the poster beside the sink.

“Looks like your kind of thing,” she said casually, drying her hands.

You rolled your eyes. “What, conventions?”

“No. Weird little cartoons and the people who make them. You always loved that stuff.”

“I was seventeen.”

“You’re still that girl,” she said, then smiled. “Just with a better bra and less eyeliner.”

She wasn’t lying.

You didn’t think about it again until two nights later, lying awake in bed, rereading the text from Beck like it might change if you looked at it long enough.

I think we should avoid this in the future for the rest of our lives.

The words rang final. Cruel in their kindness. But maybe they were what you needed.

You sat up. Opened your phone. Looked up the convention.

One ticket left for Saturday.

You booked it without letting your doubt catch up.

⸻

That’s what no one tells you about heartbreak.

It’s not always dramatic or cinematic. Sometimes it’s just the quiet decision to put on jeans and go see something that used to make you laugh. Sometimes it’s remembering who you were before someone else made you feel too much, or not enough.

Sometimes it’s walking through the doors of a convention center in a SpongeBob tee with your heart in your throat and your anxiety chewing on your frontal lobe, and choosing to stay anyway.

You weren’t looking for Doug Lawrence.

You weren’t looking for anything.

But something whispered—just go.

And you listened.

⸻

Backstory – Part Three: Echoes After Midnight

It should have felt simple, waking up beside Doug. But nothing about it was simple.

You lay in the hush of the hotel room, the imprint of his body still warm beside you, and felt the afterglow like a secret you weren’t sure you deserved. The room was gold with early sun, all honey and dust motes and quiet—no judgment, no rush. His scent was everywhere: soap, skin, something like bergamot. You pulled the blanket closer and tried to slow your heart.

Your mind was already spiraling—cataloguing every word, every laugh, every look from last night. It didn’t matter how many times he’d told you you were beautiful, brilliant, “dangerous” in all the right ways. That voice inside you—the one you’d spent years trying to quiet—kept whispering: Are you sure? Was it real? Or did you just fool him?

It was your stepdad’s voice, really. The one that had shadowed every compliment with a warning, every soft moment with a jab.

Don’t get a big head, Meghan.

You always take up too much space.

No one’s really going to stick around for all of that.

You’d learned to shrink yourself, to apologize before you even made a sound. To be grateful for whatever scraps of affection you were thrown. With Beck, you tried to be exactly what he wanted—funny, easy, undemanding—until it broke you. With every guy after, you never even tried to be more.

But with Doug…

God, he didn’t just tolerate the mess, the sarcasm, the weirdness. He invited it. Drew it out of you like it was a gift.

You replayed the way he’d looked at you—really looked, not through you. The way his hands learned your body like it was worth memorizing. The way he’d pulled you in and said, I don’t think I’m letting you leave tonight.

No one had ever said that before. No one had ever made you believe it.

Still, your stepdad’s shadow stretched long in the morning. You lay there, tangled in sheets and anxiety, not daring to reach for your phone, not daring to ruin the spell.

What if Doug changed his mind? What if he realized you were too much—too loud, too eager, too real, too young? What if this was all just a weird, impossible dream and by noon you’d be nothing but an embarrassing memory?

But then the door opened. Doug came back—coffee in one hand, your favorite latte in the other. His hair a mess, his eyes soft and tired and unmistakably happy.

“There you are,” he said, voice full of quiet certainty. Like finding you here was the most obvious, inevitable thing in the world.

You tried to shrink—old reflex. Tried to hide the hope blooming wild inside your chest.

But Doug just sat on the edge of the bed, handed you your coffee, and pressed a kiss to your hair like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

And you let yourself believe, for the first time in a long time, that maybe you weren’t too much.

Maybe you were just right.

⸻

Backstory – Part Four: “The Quiet Hours”

⸻

The stillness is what gets you.

It’s not dramatic—just late morning, Doug out for groceries, Scout asleep in a patch of sun on the floor. You’re curled into the corner of his couch in one of his oversized flannels, a coffee mug resting against your chest like a shield. The house smells like cinnamon and something vaguely woodsy. It’s peaceful.

And you hate it.

Not really. But kind of.

Because this is the first time you’ve been alone in his space—really alone. No convention high, no green room laughter, no hotel sheets still warm from his body. Just you and the low hum of your thoughts.

And god, they’re loud today.

What are you even doing here?

It feels ridiculous, suddenly. Like you snuck into someone else’s life. You’re sitting in a voice actor’s house—a man you crushed on as a teenager, slept with as a stranger, and are now somehow… something to. What even is this?

Your brain starts the audit.

You’ve been too clingy. Too awkward. You talked too much that night in the kitchen. You probably looked desperate. And last night, when he said he was thinking about you while recording? Was that just a line? Is this whole thing just a story he’s telling himself for fun?

Your stepdad’s voice comes slithering in again, wearing your doubt like a costume.

You think someone like him actually wants you?

You press your fingers to your temples.

You think if you stick around long enough, he won’t see the cracks?

Scout shifts beside you and lets out a sigh so deep it feels like judgment. You laugh. Kind of. It comes out too close to a sob.

You don’t want to feel this way. You want to trust it. Doug’s made it easy, easier than anyone ever has, and yet your mind is still waiting for the other shoe. You’ve spent so long preparing for rejection that your body doesn’t know how to sit still in kindness.

You sip your coffee. You breathe.

And then you see it—sitting half-hidden under a pile of notebooks on the kitchen table. Your badge. The one from the convention. The lanyard is twisted, the plastic casing bent slightly, but it’s unmistakably yours. You’d thought you lost it.

You walk over and pick it up, heart pounding.

There’s something tucked inside—folded in half, handwritten in all-caps.

You pull it out slowly.

“STILL MY FAVORITE PLOT TWIST.”

No signature. No timestamp.

Just that.

And your chest cracks open.

Because that’s what love is, isn’t it?

Not the big declarations. Not the sex or the late-night confessions.

It’s that. A note tucked into a badge you thought you misplaced. A reminder that even in your absence, someone thought of you. Took the time to put a piece of themselves in your path.

You press the note to your chest and sit back down on the couch. The doubts are still there, whispering. But now, there’s something louder.

You smile, lips trembling.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Maybe I believe it.”

⸻

Backstory Part 5: “The Cracks We Worry Will Show”

⸻

It started over something stupid.

Doug was running late. You weren’t even mad about that. You knew how his brain worked—hyper-focused, always chasing ideas down rabbit holes. But it was the tone he used when he called.

“Hey—listen, I can’t make it back for dinner. The session ran long and then Carlos needed help with the rewrite. Raincheck?”

It was casual. Easy. Like this thing between you had already settled into the kind of comfort that didn’t require checking in.

But something in your chest pinched. And you hated that. You didn’t want to be that person. The insecure one. The girl who spiraled every time a plan changed. But still

—

“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. “Of course. No big deal.”

Doug didn’t pick up on it. Or maybe he did and thought giving you space was the kindest option.

Either way, you spent the next hour pushing cold ravioli around a plate and telling yourself to chill the hell out.

⸻

He came home around ten, hair damp from the drizzle, voice soft with apology.

“I brought pie,” he offered, holding up a white paper box like it was a peace treaty.

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

Doug noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He raised a brow. “Meg.”

You exhaled. “It’s not the pie. I just… I don’t know how to do this.”

He blinked. “Do what?”

“Be okay all the time. Pretend I don’t feel weird when things shift.” Your voice cracked. “I don’t want to be the girl who needs constant reassurance. I hate that girl.”

Doug set the pie down, eyes softening as he stepped closer. “Hey. That’s not what you are.”

You looked away. “I know it’s irrational. I’m not mad you were late. It just… it stirred something.”

There was a pause. And then—carefully—Doug asked, “What did it stir?”

You swallowed. “That I’m disposable.”

Silence.

Then: “Okay. Who made you believe that?”

You let out a laugh that wasn’t funny. “Pick a starting point.”

He nodded slowly. “Your stepdad?”

You nodded, eyes stinging. “He’d cancel plans and act like I was dramatic for being disappointed. Like expecting anything at all made me needy.”

Doug’s jaw tensed. “Fuck him.”

You blinked.

“I mean it,” he said. “That guy left bruises without ever touching you.”

You exhaled, heart trembling. “I’m trying to unlearn it. I really am. But sometimes I feel like I’m walking on eggshells even when there’s no reason to.”

Doug stepped forward, pulled you gently into his arms. “There are no eggshells here, Meghan.”

You buried your face in his shirt.

“I don’t expect you to be okay all the time,” he murmured. “I like that you tell me when something’s off. That’s not needy. That’s honest. That’s trust.”

You nodded against him. “I just… don’t want to mess this up.”

“You’re not going to.”

“But what if I’m too much?”

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes. “Then I’ll match you. Every step. Every moment. If you rise too high, I’ll fly with you. If you sink, I’ll meet you there. You’re not too much. Not for me.”

You laughed, teary. “That was almost Shakespeare.”

He smiled. “I’m a voice actor, sweetheart. We steal from the best.”

You kissed him—soft and grateful.

And that night, when you fell asleep tangled in his arms, your heart still whispered doubt.

But his voice was louder.

⸻

Backstory – Part Six: “The Blanket Scene”

⸻

It was barely 6 a.m. when you woke up crying.

No noise, no gasping sob—just silent tears leaking out of your eyes like your body had decided to process something without you. Your chest felt tight in that familiar way: panic with no clear shape, like trying to scream underwater.

Doug was still asleep beside you, arm draped over your waist, breath slow and steady against your shoulder. You lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, willing it to pass. You didn’t want to wake him.

But he shifted. Made a soft, sleepy sound.

And then, without even opening his eyes, he whispered, “You okay?”

You almost lied.

Almost.

But you didn’t.

“I think I had a dream,” you said, voice thin. “Or something. I don’t really remember. Just… woke up feeling heavy.”

His eyes opened slowly, squinting toward you. He didn’t say anything at first—just reached out and brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers.

You turned your face into his hand and let the tears fall freely.

Doug didn’t ask for the details. He didn’t press. He just slid his arm more securely around you, tugging you closer, burying his face into the curve of your neck like you were the one comforting him.

“C’mere,” he murmured. “Let me wrap you up.”

You ended up on the couch a few minutes later, swaddled in two fuzzy blankets and one of his softest hoodies. Doug brewed tea, not coffee, because it felt gentler somehow. He handed it to you wordlessly, then curled up behind you as a second layer of warmth.

His hands didn’t wander. His words didn’t try to fix. He just was there.

“Do you ever feel like… being loved makes everything louder?” you asked, when your voice had returned.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, softly: “Yeah. It means someone else might hear what’s going on inside. And that’s scary as hell.”

You nodded. “I was always told to shut it down. Keep it light. Don’t be dramatic. And now I’m here with someone who actually listens, and all the old alarms are going off like I’ve broken some rule.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m glad you’re breaking it. Break them all. We’ll clean up the mess together.”

You laughed—wet and small.

And he held you tighter.

⸻

Backstory – Part Seven: “Something You Can Stay In”

⸻

It had been three months since the convention.

The first month was all momentum—weekends together, stolen weekday visits, audio messages sent back and forth like confessions. There were phone calls that lasted until 2 a.m., studio cameos, and a pie Doug tried to bake from scratch that ended in near disaster and a lot of burnt sugar.

The second month was trickier. Work got busy. Travel plans bumped into deadlines. You missed him with a kind of ache you hadn’t felt in years, and it scared you—how easy it was to want him all the time. How real this had become.

The third month settled like dust after a storm.

The sun was just starting to lower—painting the sky in lazy streaks of pink—and Scout had taken up residence on your feet, content to pin you in place forever.

Doug was at the stove making dinner. You were watching from the kitchen table, your head resting on one hand, sipping wine that was more juice than alcohol.

He turned toward you and caught your gaze.

“What?” he said, brow raised, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth.

You shrugged. “Just… looking.”

He stirred the pan, pretending to ignore how pink his ears got. “Do I have spinach in my teeth?”

“Nope.”

“A booger?”

“Charming. No.”

“Then what, O Mysterious Stare?”

You set your glass down. “You feel like home.”

That stopped him.

He turned fully, the wooden spoon still in his hand, but the expression on his face softened into something quieter.

“I do?”

You nodded. “You do.”

Doug stepped away from the stove, crossing the room until he was standing in front of you. He didn’t ask for more. Didn’t press for reassurance.

He just dropped to his knees and rested his head against your lap.

You ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s not the falling part that’s hard,” you murmured. “It’s the staying.”

He tilted his head to look at you. “So stay.”

You smiled, watery. “I want to.”

Doug took your hand in his, kissed the palm. “Then let this be different. Let it be quiet. Let it be warm. Let it be something you can stay in.”

You nodded.

And later, when the food was cold and forgotten and you were curled into his chest on the couch, a movie flickering unwatched in the background, he whispered,

“You still scare the shit out of me too, you know.”

You kissed his chest and whispered back, “Good.”

⸻

End of Backstory

[dallyicious]

hii! so basically i was wondering if you could make like a bot where the user is johnnys twin sister, and your a cheerleader and bestfriends with ali and such. and you accidentally bump into daniel, you can go off from there if you would like!!

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🥋| Cheer practice (REQ)

[pucksandpower]

Young Love and Old Money

Max Verstappen x Stroll!Reader

Summary: Max quickly learns that life with the paddock’s favorite nepo baby as his girlfriend is never boring

You take a deep breath as the town car pulls up to the grand arched doorway of your family’s Montreal estate. Beside you, Max squeezes your hand gently.

“Don’t worry, schatje,” he says, “Your father will love me.”

You smile nervously. “I hope so. But you know how protective he can be.”

Max grins. “I can handle it.”

The driver opens the door and you step out into the crisp night air, your heels clicking on the cobblestone. Max follows, straightening his suit jacket.

Inside, the foyer glitters with crystal chandeliers. A maid hurries to take your coats. As she leads you to the formal dining room, your heart pounds.

This dinner needs to go perfectly.

Your father and Lance are already seated at the long mahogany table, chatting. They look up as you enter and break into smiles.

“Y/N!” Your father exclaims warmly, standing to embrace you. “So wonderful to see you, mon minou.”

You hug him tightly back. “You too, Papa.”

Lance grins as he hugs you next. “Hey sis. Long time no see.”

You playfully mess up his hair. “Too long, little bro.”

Finally, you turn to Max, who is waiting patiently. “Papa, Lance, you already know my boyfriend, Max.”

Max steps forward confidently and shakes their hands. “Mr. Stroll, Lance, it’s an honor to finally meet you both properly.”

Your father looks Max up and down appraisingly. “The honor is mine, Max. Please, call me Lawrence.”

You let out a small sigh of relief as you all take your seats. So far, so good.

The first course is brought out — a decadent lobster bisque. You all sip appreciatively.

“Delicious,” Max compliments.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” your father says graciously. “Now, tell me Max, how is your season going so far?”

You tense slightly. Here it comes, the interrogation.

But Max just smiles. “It’s been excellent. A few tough races, but I’m leading the championship at the moment. The car has great pace and I think we have a shot at the title again this year.”

Lance jumps in enthusiastically. “I saw your battle with Charles last race when I was rewatching the tape. Epic stuff, man!”

“Thanks, mate,” Max chuckles. “It was a fun one for sure.”

You exhale in relief. Max is charming them perfectly.

The conversation flows easily through the next few courses. You can’t help but gaze admiringly at Max as he seamlessly meshes with your family. He has a natural confidence and charisma that puts everyone at ease.

Over dessert, your father says warmly, “Max, I can see why my Y/N cares for you. You’re clearly an exceptional young man, both on and off the track.”

Max smiles, touched. “Thank you, sir. Y/N is very special to me.” He squeezes your hand.

You beam, your heart swelling. This is going even better than you hoped.

You finish up the chocolate mousse and set down your spoon contentedly. “That was delicious. This dinner has been wonderful, thank you Papa.”

“Of course,” your father says fondly. “I’m so glad you both could make it out here from Monaco.”

“Thank you for having me,” Max adds.

“Anytime,” Lawrence smiles.

You glance around the table happily. Your boyfriend fits right in with your family. Everything feels so natural and perfect.

“Daddy, could you please pass the sugar?” You ask amiably.

Immediately, both Max and your father’s hands reach for the small pot of sugar in the center of the table. They both freeze awkwardly for a second, before Lawrence pulls his hand back slowly.

You feel your stomach drop as you see the dawning realization cross your father’s face.

Oh no.

This is bad.

Lawrence’s smile becomes forced. “So tell me Max, what exactly does my daughter call you?”

Max’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. “Um, just Max usually.”

You sink down in your chair, wincing.

Your father lets out a hollow laugh. “Is that so? Because it didn’t sound like that to me.”

A leaden silence descends on the table. Lance glances between you all, smothering a smirk.

Max clears his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, that’s just a casual nickname really ...”

Lawrence raises an eyebrow. “A casual nickname you say? For my daughter to call her boyfriend in front of her family?”

You close your eyes, willing yourself to vanish. This is excruciatingly embarrassing.

“Dad, come on,” Lance snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “They’re young, it’s whatever.”

“No Lance, it’s not whatever,” your father snaps, an edge in his voice now. “I would like Max to explain himself here.”

Max holds up his hands placatingly. “Sir, I apologize if we’ve made you uncomfortable. But I assure you our relationship is completely respectful.”

You nod quickly. “Papa, he’s right. Can we please just move on?”

But Lawrence is unyielding. “I will not have anyone take liberties with my daughter, do you understand me, young man?”

Max looks properly chastened. “Yes sir, of course. I meant no offense.”

Your father bristles as he glares between you. The awkward tension hovers for several painful moments.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Papa, stop!” You blurt out. “I’m an adult now. You can’t control what I choose to do with my boyfriend.”

Lawrence looks stunned, then hurt. “Y/N, I’m just looking out for you ...”

“I know, but I don’t need protecting from Max. He’s wonderful and he makes me so happy. Can’t you let me make my own choices?”

Your father’s expression softens. He sighs. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just … so hard for me to think of you growing up.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand. “I know. But I’ll always be your little girl.”

Lawrence smiles tenderly at you, then turns to Max. “Forgive my outburst, son. I can see how much you care for each other.”

Max looks relieved. “Of course, sir. I understand completely.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Crisis averted.

Your father stands, raising his glass. “To young love. May you always treat my daughter with the honor and respect she deserves.”

“I will, sir,” Max promises earnestly.

You all clink glasses, the tension dissolving. Conversation resumes, lighter and more relaxed now.

Later, as Max helps you on with your coat, your father claps him warmly on the back. “Thank you for making my daughter so happy. You’ll always be welcome in our home.”

Max’s face lights up. “Thank you, sir. That means the world.”

Lawrence winks. “I was young once too, you know. Just maybe keep the nicknames to yourselves around me.”

You all laugh together. Your heart swells with joy. Despite the awkward moments, the evening couldn’t have gone better.

As the chauffeur drives off into the night, you snuggle contentedly into Max’s shoulder. “Thank you for being so wonderful tonight,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair. “Of course, liefje. I would do it all over again for you.”

***

The sleek red Ferrari glints under the showroom lights as you and Max admire your reflection in the gleaming curves.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Max grins, running his hand along the hood. “I can’t wait to take her out on the open road.”

You smile at his childlike enthusiasm. “She certainly is gorgeous. You have great taste, babe.”

The salesman steps forward eagerly. “Yes, the Ferrari SF90 Stradale is our newest supercar model. Twin-turbo V8, 720 horsepower. She’ll do 0 to 60 in under three seconds.”

Max’s eyes light up. “Incredible. I think I’m in love already.”

You laugh. “Should I be jealous?”

“Never,” Max winks, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

The salesman smiles indulgently. “Why don’t we step into my office to finalize the paperwork?”

“Sounds good,” Max agrees, lacing his fingers through yours as you follow the salesman.

In the sleek minimalist office, you both take a seat across from the desk as the salesman pulls up Max’s file.

“Excellent. Everything looks in order, Mr. Verstappen,” he says briskly. “If you just sign here and here, we’ll get you all set up.”

Max eagerly scrawls his signature on the documents. You watch in amusement — he reminds you of a kid on Christmas morning.

“Alright, congratulations!” The salesman stands and shakes Max’s hand. “The SF90 is all yours. We’ll have her prepped and ready for you within the hour.”

“Amazing, thanks so much,” Max grins, standing up.

You’re about to follow him out when a flash of black catches your eye. Through the office window, you spot a brand new Ferrari model on display in the showroom.

“Ooh what’s that one?” You ask curiously, gazing at the aggressive curves and styling.

The salesman glances over. “The new 812 Competizione A. It is a limited edition 599-unit production run. Just unveiled last month.”

You feel a thrill run through you as you take in the stunning hypercar. “It’s incredible. I have to have it.”

Max raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You want that one too?”

You turn to the salesman decisively. “I’ll take it. My family has bought from Ferrari for years, my name should be in your client database.”

“Of course, Miss Stroll,” the salesman nods, typing rapidly into his computer. “I see you right here. Let’s start the paperwork and we’ll get the car ordered for you right away.”

You grab your purse, immediately fishing out your black Centurion Card. “Just bill it to my usual card, thanks,” you say breezily, handing it over.

You can feel Max’s stunned gaze on you but you keep your focus on the salesman, reviewing the spec sheet and customization options.

This new Ferrari is just too sexy to resist.

Within minutes, the paperwork is signed and you’ve secured the very first 812 Competizione A destined to stay in Monaco. You grin excitedly — you can’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Thank you so much, just have it delivered to my place in the Fontvieille district when it’s ready,” you tell the appreciative salesman before turning to leave.

You lace your fingers through Max’s, still smiling about your new spontaneously purchased hypercar. “Ready to take your new baby out for a drive?”

Max is quiet as you walk back to the showroom, seemingly lost in thought. He stays silent as the gleaming red SF90 Stradale is pulled around, not even cracking a smile when the salesman hands over the keys with a flourish.

It’s not until you’ve been driving for several minutes, weaving along the coastal roads overlooking the Mediterranean, that Max finally speaks.

“That was 2.13 million euros,” he states flatly. “And you just ... bought it. Without a second thought.”

You glance over, taking in the unreadable expression on his face. “I mean, yeah, it’s a beautiful model. Why not just get it?” You say casually.

Max shakes his head slowly. “I just can’t wrap my head around having that kind of money. That you can just drop over two million without thinking twice.”

You shift slightly, feeling defensive. “I’m sorry, does it make you uncomfortable? I know I grew up with a very different lifestyle ...”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Max interrupts. He pauses, gazing out at the sparkling blue sea pensively.

“It’s just … I’m not used to being with someone who’s on my level. Financially, I mean. All my previous girlfriends, I always had to take care of everything. Pay for dinner, vacations, whatever they needed.”

He turns to look at you. “But you’re different. You have as much money as me, more even. You can buy a hypercar on a whim, no problem. It’s new territory.”

You chew your lip. “I don’t want you to feel emasculated or anything. If you want to pay or take care of things ...”

Max shakes his head again, more firmly this time. “That’s just it — I don’t. I like that you’re independent. It’s really ...”

He pauses, blushing slightly. “Sexy. That’s the word. It’s sexy that you have your own money and success. I’m not used to feeling that in a relationship before.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. That was not the reaction you were expecting.

Max glances at you almost shyly. “Is that weird to say? I just mean, it’s different than what I’m used to, but in a good way. Like we’re equals, you know?”

Slowly, a smile spreads across your face. “No, not weird at all. I get what you mean.” You reach over and squeeze his hand. “This is new territory for me too. But I like discovering it together.”

Max’s face lights up with that radiant smile that melts your heart. “Me too, liefje.”

Your conversation flows easily as you cruise along the seaside, the setting sun glittering on the water. And seeing the look in his eyes when he glances at you now — equal parts love and admiration — you realize just how right it feels.

Being with someone who can match you in every way is new and different for both of you. But you have a feeling it’s the start of something beautiful.

***

The energy buzzing around the paddock is electric as you walk hand-in-hand with Max towards the Red Bull motorhome. Fans line the barriers, cheering and shouting his name. Max smiles and waves, slowing to sign autographs and snap selfies with outstretched phones.

You hang back politely as he interacts with his adoring public. You know the drill by now, having attended countless races with your dad and brother over the years. Blend into the background and let the drivers have their moment.

“Max! Can we get an autograph?” A young girl calls out eagerly, brandishing a cap and marker pen.

“Of course!” Max says graciously, letting go of your hand to walk over.

You hang back contentedly, happy to let him have his moment with his supporters. You catch snippets of their supportive comments as Max signs item after item, posing for selfies in between.

“You’re the greatest, Max!”

“That last win was epic. Get that fourth title this year!”

“We love you so much!”

You smile to yourself. Seeing how much joy Max brings to these fans makes your heart swell with pride and affection.

As you stand waiting patiently, you overhear the girl lean over to her friend and not-so-subtly whisper, “Who’s the chick with Max? She looks kinda stuck up if you ask me.”

Your smile freezes. You see the girl jerk her head rudely in your direction, glaring at you.

“I know right,” her friend agrees in a carrying whisper. “Another gold-digger who managed to sink her claws into a rich man too blind to see what she’s doing.”

You clench your jaw, stung by their spiteful words. Who do they think they are, judging you when they don’t even know you?

Max is still occupied with the other fans, oblivious. You debate whether to just ignore the rude girls. But their jealous gossiping has sparked your defiance. Why should you stay silent?

Squaring your shoulders, you turn and level a steady gaze at them. “For your information, I don’t need a rich man. I am a rich man,” you state coldly.

Their eyes widen in shock, mouths dropping open stupidly. Clearly they weren’t expecting you to confront them.

Before they can react, Max is suddenly beside you, slipping his arm around your waist.

“Whoa, everything okay here?” His gaze darts between you and the embarrassed fans.

You take a breath, ready to explain it away. But Max doesn’t give you the chance.

“You know, if anything, I’m the one who got my claws hooked into her,” he announces, lips curving into a smirk.

Now it’s your turn to gape at him in surprise. The nasty fans look completely bewildered.

“That’s right ladies, I’m just a kept man,” Max continues lightly. “Her arm candy. A sugar baby, if you will.”

He pretends to examine his nails arrogantly and you have to stifle a shocked laugh. Is he actually joking about being your boy toy right now?

Max leans in conspiratorially. “Between you and me, dating a Stroll has done wonders for my bank account. I mean have you seen the new and improved garage decor?”

You smother your grin behind your hand as he prattles on, winking at you.

“So don’t worry about Y/N here, she can buy and sell me twice over.” Max presses a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Isn’t that right, schatje?”

Finally you can’t hold back your laughter anymore. Max joins in and the fans stare, unsure how to react.

“Come on sugar mama, we’ve got a race to win,” Max says breezily, steering you away.

Once safely inside the garage, you turn to him incredulously. “What was that all about?”

Max shrugs, his expression sobering. “I heard what they said. Just wanted to shut them up and defend my girl.”

Your heart melts. Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss him soundly. ���My hero. Thank you.”

Max still looks bothered. “You shouldn’t have to deal with stupid gossip. Especially not lies about you using me.”

You slip your arms around his neck persuasively. “It usually doesn’t get to me. Let the jealous haters talk. We know the truth.”

He sighs, gently moving a strand of hair from your face. “I just hate anyone thinking badly of you. You deserve the world.”

Touched by his sincerity, you pull him down into a soft kiss. When you finally draw apart, an idea pops into your head.

“Although ...” you begin thoughtfully, “Maybe we should lean into it.”

Max looks confused. “What do you mean?”

You grin mischievously. “You’re my hot trophy boyfriend. I need to show you off and treat you right.”

Comprehension dawns on Max’s face and he barks out a laugh. “Well I won’t say no to being spoiled.”

He winks roguishly and you dissolve into giggles. The stupid gossipers don’t know anything. You and Max are just perfect together.

For the rest of the weekend, you shamelessly flaunt your new role as Max’s “sugar mommy.” At every opportunity, you shower him with over-the-top gifts and PDA in front of the other drivers and team members.

Designer watches, bouquets of flowers, bottles of decadent gin for his favorite drink — you deliver them all publicly to Max along with cooed compliments and kisses. You can see the amusement hidden behind his mock protests at being “objectified.”

The other drivers are endlessly entertained. Daniel teases Max about latching onto an heiress, while Charles jokingly asks if you have a sister he can date.

By the time Max wins on Sunday, cementing his spot at the top of the championship, the silly gossip from earlier in the weekend is long forgotten.

As you snuggle together on the flight home from the race, you turn to Max curiously. “So, how does it feel being a kept man?”

He pretends to consider it deeply. “Hmm, tough to say. The gifts and pampering were nice ...”

You swat his chest indignantly and he laughs.

“Kidding, kidding,” he assures, pulling you tighter against him. “Obviously I love you for you, not your money, schatje.”

His voice softens. “Thank you for this weekend. I know the gossip bothered you, even if you didn’t show it. I’m lucky to have you by my side.”

You tilt your face up to meet his lips, kissing him tenderly. No more words are needed. Being together says it all.

***

The roar of the crowd surrounds you as you step onto the red carpet on Max’s arm, cameras flashing wildly. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and leans in close.

“You ready for this, liefje?”

You take a deep breath and nod, pasting on a smile. “Ready.”

This is your big formal debut — attending your first FIA Prize Giving Ceremony as Max’s girlfriend. And with him just winning his fourth World Championship, all eyes are sure to be on you both tonight.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you begin the walk down the carpet, waving politely to the fans shouting Max’s name. He looks completely at ease, his fourth-straight title boosting his confidence even higher.

You, on the other hand, feel like you might trip over your gown at any moment under the blinding spotlights. But you keep your chin high, channeling the poise that’s been drilled into you since girlhood.

Perks of growing up in high society — you know how to fake it on a red carpet.

About halfway down, an interviewer steps forward, microphone in hand. “Max Verstappen! Congratulations on your fourth championship. How are you feeling tonight?”

Max smiles easily. “Thank you, it feels amazing. It was a great battle all season long so this one feels very satisfying.”

The reporter nods, then turns her attention to you. “And who is this lovely lady accompanying you tonight?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Max introduces you proudly.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight, if you don’t mind me saying,” the interviewer gushes. “That gown is exquisite!”

You relax slightly, warming to her friendly tone. “Thank you so much!” You smile.

“In fact, both of your outfits are fabulous,” she continues. “Who are you wearing tonight?”

Max’s face lights up. He squeezes your hand excitedly. “Funny you should ask — we’re both wearing custom Y/N Stroll originals!”

You have to resist the urge to giggle at the unconcealed pride in his voice.

The interviewer’s eyes widen. “No way, you designed these yourselves?”

You nod, enjoying her reaction. “I did, yeah. Fashion design is a bit of a hobby of mine.”

“A hobby she’s amazing at,” Max interjects adoringly. “She could have her own luxury brand if she wanted. I feel so honored to wear her work.”

You blush at his high praise. “Oh Max, stop. But thank you, that’s so sweet.”

The reporter seems thrilled at this exclusive scoop. “Incredible! It looks like you have some serious talent, Y/N. Any plans to pursue that more seriously?”

You hesitate briefly. Your father has been gently nudging you to take over his fashion business when he retires. But that’s still in the future ...

You decide to give a lighthearted answer. “We’ll see! Fashion does run in my family so it’s always a possibility.” You finish with a coy smile.

“How wonderful! We’ll be keeping an eye out for Y/N Stroll designs in the future then,” the reporter concludes enthusiastically.

You grin and wave as she lets you continue down the carpet, Max’s arm securely around your waist.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Not at all,” you admit. “I might get used to this whole red carpet thing after all.”

Max winks. “Stick with me and you’ll be a pro in no time.”

Your heart flutters happily. Being by his side just feels so right.

Inside the lavish venue, you’re shown to your table near the front with the other top drivers and their partners. Max pulls out your chair politely before sitting down beside you.

You chat with the other girls at the table, fellow WAGs you’ve gotten to know over the course of the season. They gush over the dress you designed, making you promise to create something for them too.

Soon, the lights dim and the ceremony begins. You clap loudly as Max wins Driver of the Year, bursting with pride for your champion.

Finally, the moment comes for the big one. The announcer begins the buildup, recapping the season’s epic title battle between Max and his closest rival.

"… And in the end, one man emerged victorious for the fourth time in his young but dazzling career,” the announcer concludes. “Formula 1 World Driver’s Champion ... Max Verstappen!”

The room explodes into thunderous applause as Max squeezes your hand and makes his way up to the stage, beaming. You watch with tears in your eyes as he accepts the trophy, looking so handsome and accomplished.

After the ceremony finishes, Max makes his way back to you, trophy in hand. You throw your arms around him. “I’m so proud of you!”

He hugs you tight, then pulls back, his expression earnest. “I couldn’t have done it without your support this season. Having you by my side means everything to me.”

Your heart swells and you kiss him tenderly. “You deserve this so much. And nothing makes me happier than being with you.”

Max’s eyes shine. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Max.”

[buff-garfield]

The Surprise (part one)

[Mr. Lawrence x Fem!Reader]

Here we are. The prophecy has finally come true. Here's PART ONE of the Mr. Lawrence Fanfic that I wrote. Yes, the MC has a name. I tried to write it using "you" pronouns, but it wasn't working out the way I wanted it to. This will most definitely be the first of many parts and will mostly be smut.

This takes place in the mid to late 90s. though I didn't land on a specific year, it's probably closer to '99.

I'm using the disclaimer quite a few other authors have used while writing these fics; Mr. Lawrence (and associates), if you see this... No, you didn't.

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Doug had invited May over to his place earlier that morning; the phone call getting her out of bed, a little begrudgingly before she picked up the landline and heard his voice.

“It's a surprise.” He'd said when she asked him what they were going to get up to that day, and the smirk she heard in his voice told her everything she needed to know. 

As soon as the call ended, she sprinted back to her bedroom, beginning to dig feverishly through her dresser drawers, searching for the lingerie the two of them had picked out together on Valentine's. It was his favourite; he always said the red complimented her perfectly, and he loved how the lace clung to her skin. She felt her face heat up at the memory of his words, and slowly took her lip between her teeth as she continued to dig around for it.

Finally, after what seemed like much too long, she triumphantly tugged the set out from under a few pairs of pajama pants, holding them up like a trophy. Gripping them in her hands, the thought of his face when he tore her clothes off to reveal her own little surprise for him made her skin heat up in anticipation. She couldn't wait as she turned and picked her clothes up off the bed, feeling them on her arm as she laid the fabric over it. This would indeed be a wonderful surprise for them both.