scarlett 😝

courtside - lamelo ball

you walk into the arena, the buzzing energy of the crowd hitting you like a wave. the lights are bright, and the air smells like popcorn and excitement. you, y/n l/n, famous actress, used to this kind of attention, but there’s something about tonight that feels different. you're here to unwind, to enjoy the game and forget about the cameras and red carpets for a while.

finding your seat, you slide into it with a comfortable ease. the game starts, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of the court—the bounce of the ball, the swish of the net, the roar of the fans. you’ve always loved basketball, the way the players move like they’re dancing, like they're all in sync with the game.

midway through the first quarter, something catches your eye. one of the players, lamelo ball, dribbles down the court, his tall frame moving smoothly, effortlessly. there’s an undeniable confidence in his step, a swagger, and as he shoots a flawless three-pointer, the crowd erupts. but, strangely, your gaze doesn’t leave him. for a moment, it feels like he’s looking right back at you.

you try to shake it off, figuring it’s just the lighting, or maybe it’s all in your head. but then, after a few more plays, you notice him glance over again. this time, he doesn’t look away. a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest.

after a few minutes, the game pauses for a timeout. the arena’s energy dips slightly as the players gather. lamelo’s eyes linger in your direction for just a second longer, and before you know it, he’s jogging towards the sidelines, pulling off his jersey with a casual air. your heart skips. is this really happening?

he approaches the section where you’re sitting, his confident swagger now unmistakable as he flashes you a quick grin. "hey," he says, his voice deep but warm, almost like he’s known you forever.

"hi," you reply, a little caught off guard by how direct he’s being. your heart beats faster now, your mind racing with thoughts you can barely keep up with.

"i saw you earlier. you’re y/n l/n, right?" lamelo asks, looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

you nod, surprised he recognized you. "yeah, that’s me."

"thought you looked familiar." he shrugs, his smile widening. "what brings you to the game?"

"just needed to get away for a bit," you say, your voice more casual than you feel. "how about you? just another day on the court?"

he laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "yeah, but i gotta admit, i was hoping to make a good impression tonight."

you can’t help but laugh, feeling the spark between you both grow. you’ve always admired confidence, and lamelo has that in spades.

"well, you’re doing pretty well so far," you tease, feeling your nerves start to melt away.

he grins again, stepping a little closer. "good to know. maybe after the game, i could show you around? i know a few places around here that are perfect for unwinding."

you hesitate for just a second, but the thought of spending time with him sounds pretty nice. you nod, your smile matching his.

"yeah," you say, voice soft but steady. "i think that’d be nice."

he winks at you before turning back to the court, ready to jump back into the game. but the connection is there, undeniable, hanging between you both like an invisible thread.

his family ~ lamelo ball

you and your boyfriend, lamelo, are both on break from basketball, so he thought now would be the perfect time for you to meet his family.

you had met lonzo earlier in the year when he played against melo, and gelo when he performed, but you had never met the rest of his family. you knew zo and gelo liked you, but you were nervous that his dad and tina might not feel the same way.

“ma, you ready?” melo calls from across your apartment. you rub your sweaty palms against your jeans. “yeah, one sec,” you reply shakily. your bedroom door swings open, and melo slides in, his eyebrows furrowed. “you okay?” he asks softly, sliding his arm around your shoulder as you sit at your vanity. “yeah, i’m just worried they won’t like me,” your voice breaks halfway through your sentence.

“don’t worry about it, baby,” he reassures, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “they know how happy you make me, so they’ll definitely like you.” you smile, the knot in your stomach loosening. “okay, let’s go.” you slide a LaFrance hoodie over your head and place a peck on melo’s lips.

as you two drive, your leg bounces up and down in the passenger seat. melo notices and places his hand gently on your thigh. “don’t worry, baby,” he says softly, his thumb brushing over your skin.

when you pull into the long driveway, your nerves spike again. melo walks around the car and opens your door, then slides his arm around your waist and leads you up to the front door. as soon as you step inside, lavar greets you. “hey! you’re y/n, right? i watched your game yesterday!” he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug. “hi lavar,” you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“y/n!” lonzo calls, rushing toward you. he daps you up and hugs you lightly. melo does the same, and then zo leads the two of you upstairs. “tina is up here,” he says, motioning for you to follow. you walk into a cozy room where tina is sitting, scrolling on her phone.

“hey,” melo says as he hugs his mom tightly. she kisses his cheek lightly. “hi tina!” you greet her, your nerves making your voice a little high-pitched.

“hi y/n,” tina smiles warmly, pulling you into a hug. “you’re so pretty,” you say, surprised at how genuine it sounds. as you pull away, she laughs.

“thank you, so are you. melo likes to talk about you every time he visits us,” tina says, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

you blush, glancing at melo, who is now blushing too. “tina!” he protests.

“i’m just telling the truth,” she defends, raising her hands in mock surrender.

melo wraps his arm around your waist again as you head back downstairs. “hm, you talk about me a lot?” you ask, giggling softly.

“maybe,” he says, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

you smile, feeling the warmth of his family’s welcome slowly ease your nerves.

as you all sit down in the living room, the conversation flows easily. lavar talks about basketball, and lonzo chimes in with stories from the court. gelo, ever the entertainer, cracks jokes that make everyone laugh once he shows up. it’s nice, comfortable, like you’ve always been a part of the family. your nerves slowly fade away, replaced with the warmth of the moment.

after a while, tina stands up and says, “who wants some dessert?” everyone cheers in unison, and you’re handed a plate of homemade cookies that tina baked. they’re soft, sweet, and comforting, a perfect reflection of how her family makes you feel.

“these are amazing,” you say, taking another bite. tina beams at the compliment, and melo nudges you playfully.

“see? i told you they’d love you,” he whispers, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

you smile at him, your heart swelling. “i’m starting to see that,” you reply.

as the evening goes on, you feel more at home. laughter fills the room, and the chatter never seems to stop. melo’s family is easy to talk to, and before you know it, hours have passed, and it’s time to leave.

as you stand to head out, tina pulls you into one last hug. “it was so great having you here, y/n. don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“i won’t,” you promise, your voice sincere. “thanks for everything.”

melo grabs your hand as you both head out the door. as you walk back to the car, he squeezes your hand, his face lit up with a smile.

“so… how’d it go?” he asks, his voice full of teasing curiosity.

you laugh, shaking your head. “it went great, actually. they’re amazing.”

he looks at you, eyes sparkling with affection. “i knew they would be. but i’m glad you see it too.”

as you both drive off into the night, the hum of the car engine feels soothing. you lean back in your seat, glancing at melo, and for the first time all evening, you feel completely at ease. the nerves you had earlier are long gone, replaced with the certainty that you’ve just gained a whole new family, one you’re excited to be a part of.

“i’m happy, melo,” you say quietly, your heart full of warmth.

“me too, ma,” he replies, giving your hand another squeeze. “me too.”

and as the car drives through the city lights, you know this is just the beginning of something beautiful.

his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

he’s busy a lot so he always tries to spend as much time with you as possible. even if it's not an extravagant date he wants to spend time with you.

during away games he will facetime you every night, even if he's tired.

he's an ass squeezer. you often get mad at him for it but he doesn't care. he’ll grab your ass every chance he gets.

he loves it when you play with his hair. he loves laying on your chest and getting his hair played with.

he needs comfort after bad practices and games. sometimes he takes it out on you and needs a reminder not to do that. but you put up with him and realize what he needs.

this man is always sleeping so lots of naps together. he struggles to sleep without you on away games.

he just loves physical touch. he will come home and literally flop on top of you. he’s always wrapping his arms around you. he's more of an arm around the waist guy instead of holding hands.

he’s honestly a really nervous guy around you at the beginning of the relationship. he’s really respectful and cautious when you guys start dating but once he warms up to you he becomes his usual loud self.

he loves it when you kiss his neck. this is a random one but i can just see him loving neck kisses.

he sits in the bathroom while you shower and vice versa. you guys often shower together but if not you guys will sit in there while the other person showers just to talk to eachother.

when you guys argue its usually over stupid stuff but if its a real argument he gets petty but if he knows he messed up he will apologize first.

when youre on your period this man is an angel. he will literally do anything for you if youre sick or on your period.

speaking of, when melo is sick he is the biggest baby. he will whine and cry for you anytime you leave the room.

he loves to play basketball with you, even if you suck, he will lift you up so you can dunk.

gets you all the free LaFrance you want. he’ll also ask you to model for LaFrance.

he loves you so much and if an interviewer ever asks about you he gets so excited and praises you so much.

he loves carrying you. when you fall asleep he will always carry you to bed.

“baby” , “ma” , “mama"

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size kink. we all know this man is 6’7 so he looooves when you tell him how big he is and he loves seeing the size difference between you two.

he loves your ass. like i said earlier it applies to sex too. he just grabs your ass and is obsessed with it. this also means he loves backshots.

he gets hard just from you sitting in his lap. or just being around you in general.

this is oddly specific but he loves when you ride him in his car. like for some reason rhat really urns him on.

he’s such a praiser when your riding him,

“youre doing so good baby” “keep going, feels so good"

he’ll get so worked up when he’s away from you and he will be so desperate the second he sees you.

he’s literally up for anything.

he’s definitely an ass man but still loves your tits. no matter the size he loves them. the first time he saw your tits he was shook and became obsessed.

he gets jealous a lot. which means jealous sex. being an NBA player he's often around a lot of good-looking guys. when you interact with them he gets jealous and fucks you so you only remember his name.