#~ I will never see it the same again 😍 ~

[jollyhunter]

The way I was looking when I saw the wc because I knew I can read it LMAO.

That "One mention of an orgasm" had me curious - the unexpected use of it in the introduction had me DEAD. 💀 (Although I knew about its invention to cure 'hysteria', but the way you delivered it just sent me 🤣)

And your fellow doctor that worked with you at the Palmdale Correctional Facility believed that if he didn't wear his 2004 duct taped limited edition red and white Nike Air Jordans to work, there would be a riot.

Mark: "I didn't start it".

Her: "No, no you didn't, 'cause clearly our dear doctor muppet didn't wear his Nuke Air Jordans today."

(...) and there's an impressive amount of blood flecked over the skin of his cheeks covering the boyish dusting of cinnamon freckles hidden beneath his thick beard.

Ah, yes. That's how we like our men. "The red compliments their eyes", right? 🤭😂 Also, never heard this one before and oh my, it's so beautiful and sweet! -> "the boyish dusting of cinnamon freckles hidden beneath his thick beard"

and as soon as she did she then shifted the subject to something even more horrific to her… your *gasp* absence of a dating life.

Mon dieu. Somewhere in another universe Dean's rearing his head.

But be not afraid, it is not for long. Mama is about to get a jailbird seated at her next family dinner. LMAO oh I'd love to see how that evening goes down 😂

That was maybe the worst thing about seeing him so often… that Walker was nice and had the kind of charm and good looks that usually made smart girls like you stupid.

I somehow feel oddly called out. When not boyfriend material then why boyfriend shaped?

"What socks today?" Walker asks, when you pull down his lip, his eyes flicking downward to your ankles as if he'll be able to see them.

Okay but this is such a cute thing to add to the reader's quirks. 💗 And of course Mark would spot it and flirt with her over her dinosaur socks (which I absoltely approve of btw. since my dinosaur era never ended LOL).

Now they've cooled to a light jade, like the potted plants that sat along the window sill in your apartment back home. The kind of green that looks soft in the morning light, but hardens to a rich forest when night falls.

I had to pause, envision it, read again and just sighed at the beauty of the image you painted in my head. What a poetic and unique way to describe his ever changing eye color! 💕

that there was something deep down inside of you that was screaming "I can fix him!" The same thought that paraded around on a float inside your head whenever you read a book with a morally gray villain that no one else seemed to appreciate the way you did.

I -

Yeah, well, what can I say in our defense. We're simple girls, right. We see misunderstood puppy and we want to cradle it. Someone ought to, non?

"I'll see you around." Walker says merrily over his shoulder, throwing a wink in your direction that makes your heart start going flip-flop in your chest like a see-saw.

That description just made me think of the cartoonish sound and you had me snorting out loud. 😂

My dear Lee! I know you must be shaken over the fact that you didn't spit out 10k 😆 but I for one am so grateful because I got to read it in one go and I am ecstatic and already buzzing for more! Also, you are so welcome!! I love to talk to you and I'll always cheer for you (or force you) to start more series. 😉🧡

I loved how you managed to capture the entire atmosphere of the cold prison and the (glares) staff and in contrast their cute banter and Marks charming attitude. (Not to mention your perfect descriptions of his banged up state and her patching him up, which just made him even hotter - christ I need a therapist lmao)

Their conversation felt so natural and you nailed Mark's personality and his little quirks like the head tilt! And the way you introduced the reader was so quirky and unique! I loved this first chapter and can't wait for what's to come 😍

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Oh wait - what's this *squints at the A/N*

...

I honestly don't see this series as being too long? Maybe 3-4 fics total, but it's going to be an angsty ride 😉

but - but - ...prison!Mark?

You can't take him this early from us, you can't 🥺 (big woohza for the Angsty ride though 🤭)

Keep Me In A Daydream

Pairing: Mark Meachum x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Your favorite inmate can't seem to stay out of trouble. This is the first fic in my Jailhouse Rock Series!

Tropes: Slow Burn, Forbidden Love.

Word Count: 3.6K (Are y'all surprised that I finally wrote something under 10k? Because I AM!)

Warnings: Mentions of Blood and Prison Fights, Stitching Up A Wound, Cursing, Angst, Flirting, One mention of orgasm? Reader trying not to be in love with a hot man in prison? Mark might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! I'm just starting to write for Mark, so please be gentle.

Listen While You Read ❤️‍🩹: Superstition by Stevie Wonder title of fic is taken from this song!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

Main Masterlist

Jailhouse Rock Masterlist

A/N: Oh look it's me, the glutton for punishment as I start another slow burn fic series. But also thank you so much to my wonderful friends @zepskies and @jollyhunter for supporting me and inspiring me to write this fic 💗

The weirdest thing you learned in medical school was not that stomach acid can dissolve metal, not that your liver can regenerate up to 90% of itself, and definitely not that vibrators were made by doctors in the 1900s to solve female "hysteria" through orgasm. Rather the weirdest thing you learned was that:

Doctors are superstitious.

Salt over your shoulder, don't break a mirror, never walk under a ladder, stay away from black cats, superstitious. At first it was almost a laughable concept, something that you didn't believe when your college roommate whispered it to you around her morning coffee the second you sat down at your first lecture.

But then you began to pay closer attention.

Your pharmacology professor who always gave the stuffed pheasant on his desk an encouraging pat when he passed by on the way to the whiteboard.

Your OBGYN who always brushed a finger over her locket before she put on her gloves.

Your chief resident at Los Angeles General Hospital never wore black scrubs because he thought that it was bad luck and welcomed "chaos."

And your fellow doctor that worked with you at the Palmdale Correctional Facility believed that if he didn't wear his 2004 duct taped limited edition red and white Nike Air Jordans to work, there would be a riot.

It was ridiculous, crazy, insane, certifiable, mental, totally improbable, absolute madness... a wild paradox that some of the top scientific minds were more in touch with the supernatural than anyone else.

But that never stopped you from wearing a pair of crazy socks each day just to be on the safe side. Not that you believed it for a second, but you figured it couldn't hurt to walk with luck on your side. Goodness knows you needed it.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this Doc."

A smooth voice rumbles through the room over the familiar sounds of the rest of the inmates settling down for the night.

The usual sharp buzz of an alarm when a door opened, the murmur of voices soaking into the concrete blocks that never saw the sun, and the jingle of handcuffs that curl up against the curve of your ears beyond the small room. After working at Palmdale for the past year now you never noticed them as much as you used to.

You glance up from the book on your knee to see Walker standing just inside the double doors on the opposite side of the small jail infirmary. His dark hair hangs long into his face, green eyes crinkling around the edges with his wide smile when he spots you, and even though his hands are chained together at the wrist, the silver of the handcuffs twinkling in the fluorescent lights above, you wouldn't be able to tell it.

Sometimes you thought that Walker was far too happy to be an inmate at Palmdale Correctional Facility. As one of two doctors that worked in the clinic you had seen your share of the population of inmates that shuffled along the gray hallways aimlessly, but none of them ever seemed to talk to you or greet you with the same enthusiasm that Walker did.

Given how many times that you saw him when he was covered in blood it was even more surprising and right now is not any different.

Dried blood sits just below the plump curve of his bottom lip where it's been split, a bruise is already forming around his right eye, a jagged slash cuts deep through the eyebrow above, and there's an impressive amount of blood flecked over the skin of his cheeks covering the boyish dusting of cinnamon freckles hidden beneath his thick beard.

But somehow he's still smiling at you.

The guard behind shoves Walker forward, impatient, rolling his eyes at the inmate's cool attitude.

"Perhaps if you did not insist on starting fights that you can't win Mr. Walker," You shake your head with a knowing smile as you stand from the desk chair with an unceremonious creak.  "We would see less of each other."

You know that you shouldn't encourage him, but there was just something about him. You weren't sure if it was his charm, his sense of wit, or if it was how sometimes you thought that there was something beneath all the smirks and bravado… but he was interesting, different than all the other men you'd met in your life, none of which had been behind bars.

Of course it was the same kind of interesting that you told yourself nothing could come of. A mantra you repeated to yourself when you got a little lonely and had maybe one too many glasses of wine while reading the next book your sister suggested to you, the books that always had the kind of love interest that reminded you of just how single you were.

Walker sits down on the bed, the weight of his body crunching against the sterile paper. "This time I didn't start it."

"I find that very hard to believe."

You'd been working at Palmdale for the past year, arrived straight out of your emergency medicine residency, despite the exhaustive efforts from your mother to take the job you had been offered closer to home or at least something outside of a prison. She still called you almost every day to "make sure you were alive" as she put it, and as soon as she did she then shifted the subject to something even more horrific to her… your *gasp* absence of a dating life.

Being single at your age to your mother, while your sister was happily married and expecting again, was more grotesque than where you worked. But you genuinely didn’t have time for a relationship, at least that was what you told yourself.

It was easier than admitting the alternative, that you did have time, but you just didn't meet anyone worth letting into your life. You were so sick of boys mascaraing in suits and ties pretending to be the men they weren't, but was it wrong that you had a full time career and you didn't have time to be a babysitter too for the man who was supposed to comfort you when you had a long day?

You didn't think that you were reaching for the stars in that scenario.

The medicine cabinet creaks open as you begin to sift through the supplies, mentally ticking off everything that you'd need.

Sterile gloves, suture kit, lidocaine, saline-

Each thing tucked into the crook of your arm as you made your way down the list.

In the six months since Walker had been at Palmdale you'd seen him more than the other inmates. You never knew somebody who was so prone to get into fights, and also anyone so lucky to get away unscathed.

Maybe I should lend him some socks.

But working in the prison wasn't all sutures and fractures, it was more primary care. Making sure that medications were being taken, soothing the occasional GERD flare when the food in the cafeteria got a little too fatty as it always did, dealing with the anxiety masquerading as chest pain, and also checking in on inmates who struggled with mental health.

That last one you believed was more important than anything else. But you weren't complaining, you loved your job, knew exactly what you had signed up for the first day you were buzzed through the gates and a wand was waved up and down your body. You felt like you were making a difference here, more so than you would have been making more money at some hospital in downtown LA.

"You should see the other guy." Walker breezes when you turn back towards him. His head is tilted to the side slightly, gaze warm and welcoming, smile quirking on the end of his mouth.

I'll never understand how he can look so good covered in blood, or really how the pale blue prison garb actually makes his eyes turn an even deeper green.

You distract yourself by placing the supplies on a small table beside the bed, doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, before you wheel it a little closer.

"I'm sure that I'll see him next." Your eyes flick to the guard standing beside Walker, who gives you a single nod in confirmation.

"Good, because he really needs a doctor."

You snort, the plastic gloves snapping around your wrists. "Please, tilt your head back for me."

"Anything you say doc." Walker replies, green eyes shining with curiosity and tracing over your face in a way that makes your heart stutter a step.

Stop it.

That was maybe the worst thing about seeing him so often… that Walker was nice and had the kind of charm and good looks that usually made smart girls like you stupid. It also probably didn't help that Walker didn't strike you as a boy pretending to be a man, that he actually possessed some of the qualities you found attractive.

But you knew it was crazy, unprofessional, knew that the witty borderline flirty behavior between the two of you couldn't go anywhere.

You gently push his hair out of his face so you can clean the blood from his face and examine the cut on his eyebrow and the split in his lip.

The cut through his eyebrow was only a few centimeters, stretching more up into his forehead than down into his eyelid, lucky because if it had dropped lower or deeper then it would have gotten too close to one of the glands and you wouldn't have been able to suture it without sending him out to another hospital. And while the cut in his lip is deep, you think that the best you can do is clean it out for him and let him ice it for a few days.

While you stroke the cloth against his skin to clean away the blood flecked on his cheeks and under his lip you think about the other times you'd seen him.

Truthfully, Walker had been in here with worse. The first time you'd met, you'd had to irrigate and stitch a long two inch laceration that curved around his left bicep he'd gotten from a piece of glass, staple a jagged cut that ran along the back of his skull from an inmate slamming his head against the ground, and had to set the index finger on his right hand that he'd dislocated on someone else's face.

"How's it lookin Doc? Are you gonna be able to make me pretty again?" He smiles at you wider and you wonder how he can do that without wincing.

It can't be comfortable smiling like that with a split lip.

"Nothing a little ice can't fix, that, or you could wear some foundation for a few days around that eye." You crack another smile as you gently probe at the skin around the eyebrow laceration. Walker again doesn't flinch.

"I'm sure that'll go over real well with the fellas." He chuckles. "You going to lend me a few makeup tips?"

"I think you should be able to figure it out. This however, will need a few stitches, and your lip-" You lean closer, pulling around his lip with the pad of your thumb.

It was hard to focus on his split lip, not when Walker was staring up at you with those eyes that somehow seemed to see right through you, and not when every warm exhale of his breath wafted up over your face.

What is wrong with me?

"I think I can just clean it out and send you on your way. Now about your hands-"

You look down where his hands sit in his lap looking for bruising around the knuckles or possible tearing along his skin. Walker holds them up for you, handcuffs jingling merrily, but the motion makes the guard to his left twitch in preparation.

Despite reading Walker's file and knowing why he was at Palmdale, you weren't scared. Call it a gut feeling or an instinct, but you didn't think that Walker wanted to hurt you. Sure he might act all big and bad when the rest of the guys were around, but Walker had been nothing but nice to you since the moment you met.

Plus you figured that if you were taking the time to help him and had good intentions, he wouldn't want to.

There's significant bruising around his second and third knuckles on his right hand, but you didn't think that anything was broken. The abrasions on the palms of his hands were barely anything to write home about and didn’t need more than just a good wash in the sink.

"Easy there hoss." Walker says with a chuckle, eyeing the guard that stands at his bedside. "I ain't gonna hurt her."

The guard frowns when he looks over at you. "How long is this going to take? I've got to write a report."

"Can't rush perfection." Walker shrugs. "And doc's gotta make sure I look nice. My right side is my good side, you know?"

The officer doesn't laugh.

"Fifteen or twenty minutes maybe." You don’t bother to smile at the officer, didn't feel like he deserved it, not when he obviously didn't care that Walker was in need of medical attention.

The officer looks from you to Walker, his eyes tracing along the supplies that rest on the small table, before finally he huffs something under his breath and sits down on the bedside chair. His arms cross over his chest when he reclines back, resting his muddy boots on the space in the bed behind Walker. "Well go on. I don't have all day."

Your jaw tightens.

Working at the prison had it's downsides. No it wasn't the 24/7 monitoring or the few hundred inmates that were in for things worse than stealing a candy bar as you had when you were eight and didn't know better, it was the staff. You'd never met people so ready to turn their backs on a community such as this, but it was that way here, and you hated it.

When you’d tried to bring that up with the other doctor he’d said that the inmates “should’ve thought about that before they broke the law.”

Obviously he didn’t seem to care either.

Instead of responding, you drop your gaze to the sterile gauze and begin to apply saline to the cloth before raising it to Walker's face.

"What socks today?" Walker asks, when you pull down his lip, his eyes flicking downward to your ankles as if he'll be able to see them. Again you're surprised that he's acting like it doesn't hurt, but you figure that he's been through worse.

He'd caught a glimpse of your socks once on a day that you'd worn a pair of high ankle dancing multicolored pickles and he'd asked you why you had them on. And after weeks of him wearing you down, you'd told him your secret shame, all the while explaining the aforementioned ridiculous paradox of doctors being superstitious.

"Dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs?" He crooks up an eyebrow, eyes shining in amusement.

"Yeah. My nephew picked them out for me. He's on this dinosaur kick right now, trying to get my sister to let him see Jurassic Park, but he's only seven and she keeps telling him that he's not old enough."

You crack a smile. It had been at least a year since you'd seen him, missed him and your sister so much that it formed an odd ache in your chest whenever you thought about them. She had just told you that she was expecting her second, something that your mother dropped into every conversation you had with her. As if you being a doctor wasn't enough, you needed to justify your entire existence through procreation. 

"He's been trying to get me to talk my sister into it."

"Are you going to?"

"Hell no. That movie is not for kids. Maybe when he's ten." You dab softly at his lip with the cloth, before lifting the saline to the cut to irrigate. “He’s got a better chance of getting his dad to say yes.”

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Henry is really good at wearing down his dad." The saline drips down the front of Walker's chin, but you wipe it away with another cloth. "It's how he got a PS5."

"Sounds smart."

"He's no Albert Einstein, but he's definitely crafty." You laugh to yourself as you lower the cloth and reach for the lidocaine. "I believe he made a Powerpoint presentation on the pros and cons, and investment potential of getting him one. Though I also think that his dad has also been wanting one for a while now."

"A Powerpoint?" Walker scoffs.

"Yeah, put on his Sunday best and everything. Sat his dad down on the couch. Very professional. Kid's going places."

"Damn."

Somewhere deep in the prison you can hear someone shout something, followed by the sound of a buzzer when another door opens. The officer at bedside has begun to snore softly, hat pulled low across his brow to block the almost oppressive set of florescent lights that line the ceiling.

"So, how goes The Sun Also Rises?" You ask Walker, injecting the lidocaine into his forehead to numb the area.

You had lent it to Walker when he'd spotted you reading it two weeks ago. Loaning a book to an inmate had probably been a bad idea, was written somewhere in the code of conduct as something you shouldn't do, but he'd been interested in the book and you wanted to let him borrow it. 

It's not like I hid a shank in it or a key. What's he gonna do with a book, give someone a papercut?

Walker's face scrunches up slightly. "Um."

"No scrunching! I don't want to sew your eyebrow to your hairline." You say earning a snort from Walker. "You haven't even started it have you?"

"I don't exactly have a lot of time on my hands doc-"

"You've got nothing but time. What else are you going to do in here? Make license plates or get your ass handed to you by a guy 4 times your size?"

Walker laughs at you, the motion jostling the place where you'd begun sewing up his eyebrow. You frown at him when he does, earning an apologetic smile. He doesn't appear to be the least bit uncomfortable with this turn of events of him having to be here after a fight.

"He wasn't that big and I didn't figure that you were one to hit below the belt-"

"I'm serious," The thread pulls through his skin in a soothing motion, the sutures knotting together one by one. "I see you in here more than anyone else. Reading might save you a lot of pain-"

"But then I wouldn't get to see you doc." Walker smiles even wider, enjoying the way your eyes drop to the tray of utensils, afraid that he can somehow hear the way your heart stutters in your chest.

"Oh please." You roll your eyes at him, ignoring the way your cheeks have warmed so hot you feel like you're standing on the lip of an active volcano. "Save it for the warden. I'm sure he's gonna need you to sweet talk him to avoid solitary if you keep going the way you are."

"Seems like a waste he's not nearly as pretty as you."

Damn it. Why don't other actually eligible men do what he does to me?

You scold yourself while doing everything in your power not to look into his green eyes. Now they've cooled to a light jade, like the potted plants that sat along the window sill in your apartment back home. The kind of green that looks soft in the morning light, but hardens to a rich forest when night falls.

The guard sitting on the chair at bedside stirs and nudges Walker's back with his muddy boot. "Watch it."

"I can't give her a compliment?"

"Not like that."

Walker sighs, but smirks up at you as you finish up.

You can only imagine what's going through his head at the moment. Maybe the same thing that was going through yours or maybe not… that there was something deep down inside of you that was screaming "I can fix him!" The same thought that paraded around on a float inside your head whenever you read a book with a morally gray villain that no one else seemed to appreciate the way you did.

It was usually the same idea that came up whenever you were at home alone at night and you couldn't shake the memory of Walker's green eyes or deep rumble of his voice. The same thing that popped into your head whenever your mother asked if you'd "met anyone recently." Sometimes you imagined the look on her face if you told her you were interested in a guy that was facing 10-15 for armed robbery.

Then again maybe that would make her stop sending single men dating profiles to my email.

You'd already made the mistake of mentioning something about Walker to your sister who now teased you relentlessly about your "prison husband."

"Okay, you know the drill." You say, removing your gloves. " Come back in 3 days and I'll remove the sutures." You take a few steps back in the direction of the medicine cabinet to pull out an ice pack, snapping it once in half to active the cooling gel inside. "And ice your lip with this. The swelling should go down in a few days."

"Thanks doc." Walker stands up from the bed. "You got a gentle touch." The officer behind him shoves Walker forward, but it does little to make the signature smile of his go away. "All right, yeesh. Maybe use your words to tell me what you want to do"

"Davis will bring in the next one." The guard says to you before shoving Walker again.

Anger bubbles up in the pit of your stomach when he does, but you try to tamp it down. A part of you hated that you cared so much about Walker, you knew that nothing good could come of it, but the other part of you tried to take your feelings and associate it with something else, how poorly the staff treated all the prisoners inside of Palmdale.

Unfortunately, lying to yourself isn't half as easy as it sounds.

They've begun to make their way to the double doors on the opposite side of the room painted in the same bleak gray shades as the concrete blocks outside, giving the room the dreary appearance as the rest of the prison. The only difference was the glass windows on the back wall that brought more light in from outside.

"I'll see you around." Walker says merrily over his shoulder, throwing a wink in your direction that makes your heart start going flip-flop in your chest like a see-saw.

"Try to stay out of trouble Mr. Walker." You warn, but honestly you were wishing that you could take your own advice.

Because Walker was trouble, and unfortunately you knew just how much that trouble had begun to seep into your daydreams.

No amount of crazy socks was going to keep it away.

A/N: It begins! I honestly don't see this series as being too long? Maybe 3-4 fics total, but it's going to be an angsty ride 😉

As always thank you so much for reading! Reblogs, comments, and likes are not required, but are always welcome and appreciated! I really love hearing what y'all think and the comments really keep me going! ❤️ If you'd liked to be added to the taglist for this series please let me know :)

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[sarahjacobskelly]

Not me watching Santa Clause 3 for the plot…

[mistrias]

ok life really is just a mosaic of all the people you've loved and lost 😍😍😍😍😍

[ef-1]

girlhood

[tennessoui]

omg this time last year i was trying to figure out which fic i would write a christmas fic for 💙 ☺️ what a journey 🥹 i am never doing that again ☺️

[1d1195]

I love a gooey part 💕

Pucking Rookie IV

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8k words

From me: slow burning!!!

Warnings: ANGST violence. CW: Signs of abuse.

Summary: Harry is very hot. Very sweet. VERY protective.

“Hey everyone,” she greeted brightly. “How’s everyone today?” She asked while setting down a tray of eight glasses and two pitchers of water on the table.

“Wonderful, baby, so excited to have you.”

She nearly knocked the glasses over (fortunately, since they were water glasses, they were only plastic). She made eye contact with him and felt her heart completely stop for a few beats. Kael smiled wickedly in return.

Fuck.

She kept her smile in place. “What can I get you to drink?” She asked. After eight years, she already knew what he wanted so she focused on his teammates.

“We were hoping to see The Chargers tonight,” Kael told her. “Do they come here often?”

She didn’t respond. “We have a few specials tonight, so if you have any questions, please let me know,” then she sauntered away to place the drink order.

“Already know what I want, baby?” He called. “That’s so sweet!”

She ignored him. Taking deep breaths she headed to the kitchen. Louis wasn’t in yet. Harry didn’t know she was working. Which meant the rest of the team thought she wasn’t working too. Marc and Michael probably had their suspicions that she was with Harry. So, no one knew she was there. Not really.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was probably just going to be an hour. He had his team with him. It wasn’t like they could have a private conversation in the middle of a restaurant. Yeah, he would probably tease and torture her for the better part of that hour, but she could be civil. She could pretend. She had for ages. He didn’t know she was working for The Chargers—she was sure he had an idea that she might be. But the afternoon set it in stone.

He was such a dick. It was the first time she had seen him face to face since she moved out. Everything about him made her skin crawl and she hated it. Every touch and kiss between them seemed tainted now. All those good memories, dates, hockey games, everything felt ruined. Each interaction was colored now with the hindsight that he didn’t love her. Not the way she did. Not the way she expected him to love her for ever and ever. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve that. She knew she didn’t deserve that.

So why did he make her feel undeserving of it ever again?

*

Kael and his teammates came and went fortunately. Just as she predicted. Only a little over an hour. She refrained from speaking directly to Kael and focused on the group as a whole.

When Kael left, she was well past the feeling of relief. There should have been a stronger word for how liberated she felt. She used the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and took a moment to process everything. It was just like Kael to come in and make her feel like shit without even trying. Louis was supposed to be in, so at least she had that going for her.

“Hey love,” Louis called. “Everything good?” She probably looked a little shaken, so she wasn’t surprised he asked. She felt shaken.

“Good,” she smiled assuredly. She flitted around the room, ducked behind the bar, and went about her day. It was a busy night, and she wasn’t going to let Kael sour her shift that he had next to nothing to do with. So she didn’t. The next hour ticked on quickly and she was feeling more herself as the time stretched between Kael’s departure and the present.

“Hi baby,” he cooed.

Her arms felt numb almost instantly, she was lucky she didn’t drop her tray. Her fight or flight swept her and just made her freeze. She turned as she had earlier in the day and looked at him. “Hi,” she said curtly. He was alone, which made her nervous.

“I figured you must get a break soon. I’d like to talk.”

“Not for a while. And it’s busy,” at least that wasn’t a lie. “So I might not take one tonight.”

Louis was hurrying about from kitchen to back room, to front of house. It was busy as it could be, but she wanted to keep an eye on him. If Kael got her alone, she wasn’t sure she would be able to control her emotions as well as if she had someone that knew she was not in a situation she wanted to be in just by looking at her. Louis wasn’t Harry, but he would know all the same that she was uncomfortable.

Kael smiled brightly.

Well, at least someone that cared ifshe was uncomfortable.

“I’ll wait,” he offered.

“Great,” she deadpanned.

She went to the back room and wished that there was a group of Chargers there. If she called any of them, she knew they would break curfew and be there for her in a heartbeat. The thought of Kael anywhere near her would make Callie incensed for ruining her day. Niall would be protective in his own way and focused on her. Asher and Lang would get her away from The Locker Room and make sure Kael never set foot there again.

She could hardly imagine what Harry would do to him.

But she lied. She told Harry that she wasn’t working. The routines the boys had had in place prior to her arrival with the team had been disrupted more than she ever anticipated. It was nice they cared but it wasn’t fair to them to upheave their lives for her. She was just the photographer for the team. Their coach’s niece. They didn’t ask to have someone they needed to babysit.

She was an independent, self-sufficient person.

“You okay, love?” Louis asked.

She nodded and flitted around the room taking order and tried not to think about the feeling of Kael’s stare on the back of her head.

*

It was perhaps another hour, and Kael was true to his word in staying put. Fortunately, The Locker Room remained steadily busy. She didn’t have to lie about not taking her break. She foisted him off on another waiter who grew a little tired of him asking for her each time he went over. “Baby,” he snatched her hand as she went by.

She pulled away. “Kael, I’m busy,” she marched away before he could reach for her again.

Without warning a multitude of memories where he snagged her hand over the years filtered through her mind. His grip tight on her arm or hand. Never in a way that any outsider would notice. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered to herself. She was going to call Harry. His wrath would be well worth it. At least Kael was scared of Harry and the team. Especially if he was outnumbered. She was shaking a little as she headed for the kitchen hoping to catch Louis at least.

“Hey,” Kael said grabbing her again as she passed too close to his table. This time he caught a real hold of her arm and pinned it to the table. To any other onlooker it would look like he was just keeping her in place holding onto her hand in almost a romantic kind of way. No one would see how his fingers dug into her skin, how she was feeling the ache of the hard wood against her knuckles and wrist bone like she just lost an arm-wrestling contest. “I just want to talk.”

She wanted nothing less. “Hey, Louis!” She called quickly and loudly enough so that he would be able to hear her over the din of the whole place regardless of where he had gone off too.

Within seconds Louis was there from the back room.

Harry was right beside him. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her arm on the table. Her mouth popped open in shock. She had no clue he was there. Most obviously, she didn’t want him to see this. “Oh fuck,” she whispered and tried to pry her hand away from Kael’s. She squirmed slightly as he refused to release her. He cupped his other hand gently on top of her arm trying to get her to stop.

Harry wasn’t supposed to be here. He was only supposed to come to her rescue because she couldn’t figure out what else she was to do. She was going to hide in the kitchen and wait.

Harry wasn’t supposed to be around Kael.

“Styles,” Kael practically sang. He didn’t release her arm. “Didn’t know you were here. Tough loss today. I hope it’s the same tomorrow, to be honest.”

He didn’t take the bait. His nostrils flared. “Let go of her hand Crowe,” Harry snarled stepping closer to him.

“We were just talking, right baby?” Kael smiled and took his free hand to cup the side of her face. She turned her face away and brushed it away from her skin.

Harry continued to approach him—up close and personal. If they were on the ice the cages of their helmets would have been touching. “Let her go, right fucking now,” his shoulders were heaving.

“It’s fine,” she croaked. Harry didn’t even acknowledge her.

Was he trying to keep it together? Not make a scene, maybe? Harry was quick to anger—like most hockey players. He probably would have torn Kael limb from limb by now if this wasn’t a local place where fans and the rest of the team went.

“Let go of her,” her he repeated, his voice was so deep. His body shaking.

“Harry, I’m fine—”

He ignored her still and Kael continued keeping her in place despite her squirming. She wanted to whimper as he squeezed her tighter and pressed her hand harder into the table. To the untrained eye, you wouldn’t know. But Harry was watching like this was his favorite movie and they were at the climax of the plot. He saw the way she winced and her body bend slightly as he pressed harder. “Mind your fucking business, Styles,” Kael shook his head. “This doesn’t involve—”

“She is m’business. Especially when you’re fucking hurting her,” the whole bar area went silent as they realized one of their favorite celebrities was about to punch the lights out of one of the best names in hockey. “If y��don’t let her go, m’gonna rip your hand off, Crowe. And m’gonna enjoy it,” he promised shaking his head. “Let go of her.”

She wanted to move more but was utterly terrified. Harry could get in serious trouble. Kael wasn’t particularly dangerous, but his grip was making her whole arm ache. Harry’s threat made her stomach swoop; he was so ready to protect her. Of course that was nice, but she wanted to cry. Hurting one of the top professionals in the league (even if Harry was also at the top) was a great way to get a hefty suspension and fine if he was caught.

Just another way she was going to upend his perfectly normal, happy life.

“Harry, stop,” she begged.

“Yeah, Harry, stop,” Kael mimicked. But she inhaled sharply, pulling and moving again uselessly to try and get away from the grip he had on her wrist. She whimpered despite herself as the pain continued. “Mind your business Harry,” he snarled. “M’talking to my girlfriend.”

Harry didn’t acknowledge the comment. “Stop fucking touching her, Crowe.”

“She’s mine. I’ll do whatever I want to her.”

Harry stared at him, his gaze flicking to her wrist still pinned to the table. She was still squirming, looking to get away. Louis reached for her and Harry put his hand on his chest and pushed him away. He walked to the bar, grabbed a shot of whatever the bartender was pouring. His head tipped back as he sucked the liquid down. The quiet clink of his glass hitting the bar was the only sound in the room. Silently, Harry plucked the rings he wore when he wasn’t playing hockey off his fingers. He tucked them into the inside pocket of his jacket. It felt like the seconds were ticking by in slow motion. Not even the pain from Kael’s tight grip on her hand was enough to draw her attention away from Harry’s movements.

She swallowed, her eyes pleading with Harry not to do it. It wasn’t that bad. She could take it. The pain she was feeling now was hardly anything in comparison to what he could do. This was nothing.

“One more time, Crowe... Let go. Of her,” Harry’s voice was even. Measured. It had the tone of I’m not asking again.

“She’s mine, Styles. Find someone else to stalk.”

Harry smirked, shook his head, and his eyes flickered to hers for only a second. Then they were back on Kael. “Oh. No. No she’s very much not yours.”

As slow as the seconds had ticked by, they all came rushing back at full speed; maybe time even sped up. Harry delivered a lightning-fast punch to Kael’s nose causing him to gasp and drop her hand as he instinctively reached for his face. With the toe of his boot, Harry tipped his chair before Kael could get his bearings, and he fell flat to his back. The chair broke into pieces with his weight. He gasped, trying to right himself and protect his nose from bleeding everywhere. Harry reached down before Kael could get a grip. He yanked him up by the collar and front of his shirt. A stupid, ugly orange and blue sweatshirt that Harry was delighted to wrinkle hard in his hands. Before Kael was barely on his feet, Harry hauled him backward. Shoved him hard into the bar so the edge dug into his spine, no doubt. Without pause, Harry delivered a solid punch to his cheek, a heel stomp to his foot, and knee to his stomach.    

Kael bent forward, gasping for air and Harry’s breathing was as even as if he was sleeping.

Her hand went to her mouth and the other to her stomach as she tried to hold herself together. Everyone looked in pure shock. Surely someone was supposed to try and stop Harry. Even if he was a hockey player for the town that everyone loved. But given he incapacitated Kael in a matter of thirty seconds it wasn’t like anyone wanted to try and stop him. Even Louis was speechless and looked in horror. “Are y’gonna touch her again?” He didn’t say anything, which was the wrong answer as Harry twisted him in an instant, pressing his face down into the bar, pulling his arm back behind his body. “I said, are y’gonna touch her again?”

“No,” he rasped.

“M’letting y’keep your hand. Don’t make me regret it,” he snapped and shoved him a final time into the bar. He dropped a few hundreds on the bar for the damage and his drink. “Louis, keep the change,” he muttered over his shoulder without sparing another glance at Kael. “S’time t’go, Bunny,” he murmured lowly for no one else to hear but her. He placed an arm around her waist, and tugged her toward the exit. Every pair of eyes followed them.

“B-but m-my shift—”

Without missing a beat, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and stuffed it in the front pocket of her apron. “Let’s go,” he repeated and ushered her outside.

Harry opened his passenger door and gestured for her to get in.

She looked nervous, which made Harry uneasy. This strong, brave woman who bantered with unruly hockey players and dealt with fans and drunk patrons looked a bit lost. “What about my car— I mean... your other—”

“Get in the car, Rookie,” he ordered.

She followed his direction. Harry waited until she was safely buckled inside before closing her in. He locked the door for the short walk around his car, only unlocking it so he could slip inside. Once seated and buckled, he turned the car on and immediately exited the parking lot. After driving in silence for several moments Harry dropped his hand on her thigh like it was an instinct.

He didn’t ask if she was okay. Which was kind of him, because how could she be? Her heart was thudding in her chest, her wrist hurt, and her brain was a mess. Harry’s hand on her leg should have made her uncomfortable given he didn’t ask. But it was almost too comforting, and she dreaded the idea that he would have to let go of her eventually.

“Don’t y’dare cry over him, bunny,” his voice was tight.

She sniffled, not realizing she was, in fact, crying. She swiped her hands across her cheeks. “Sorry,” she whispered looking toward the window.

Harry shook his head and sighed. His hand squeezed her leg while he pressed his head back into the seat hard—if the head rest wasn’t there and he didn’t have to watch the road, she was certain his eyes would be facing the ceiling of his car, searching for strength somewhere above him. His jawline seemed sharper than ever as he clenched his teeth. “Y’don’t have t’apologize.”

“Thank you,” she croaked quietly. “For doing that, I...” she swallowed hard. “I don’t really know what I would have done,” she admitted. The scenario didn’t seem to play out in full if Harry wasn’t there. Yeah, Louis would have helped, but this was different. Harry didn’t say anything. She pulled his wallet out of her apron and placed it in one of the cup holders between them. “I don’t want—”

“It’s yours.”

 “Harry, it’s not that—”

“Bunny, I haven’t stopped thinking ‘bout you all afternoon. Since I met you, really. I can’t stop. I used t’think ‘bout nothing but hockey. But s’like you’re the only thing on m’mind now. M’happy when I see you around the rink taking pictures. M’happy when y’try t’skate on m’pond. I love our lessons, and I want t’have y’in my house all the time. M’happy when you’re around. Happier than I’ve been in years, and I didn’t even know I wasn’t completely happy. I can’t have one-night stands anymore. I tried, I did. You’re a long shot. I know that. Someone who deserves a guy so much better than a hot-tempered hockey player as evident by the piece of shit that hurt you in so many ways,” His voice is quiet. “S’not a secret I like you. A lot. If we can only be friends and roommates—because m’sure as hell not bringing y’back to that sorry excuse of an apartment—then s'what I’ll do.”

There was only a brief beat of silence while she contemplated all he said. “I worked really hard on my apartment,” she whispered.

This seemed to soften him a little. He sighed. “It’s adorable, Bunny. It is. But m’constantly worried you’re going t’be kidnapped, robbed, or worse. You can move in this week,” he insisted. “I have the day off after tomorrow and I was going t’spend it at the gym t’lift with the guys so we can pack and move your shit all the same instead.”

“Harry, I don’t think that will work... I have to pay out the rest of my lease if I move out early.”

“That’s bullshit,” he scoffed. She didn’t say anything. Because she kind of agreed that it was bullshit. But she couldn’t move in with Harry. Not when he just admitted he liked her the way she did. It set her heart into a dramatic flutter. Being legally bound would hopefully be enough of a reason for Harry to agree to let her stay until her lease ran out. Then she could figure out her next steps. “Fine,” he decided after a moment. “The black debit card in m’wallet will take care of it.”

She snorted unable to hide her shock. “Harry, you can’t—”

“M’done arguing with you ‘bout this, Bunny.” She frowned and looked at her hand, turning her wrist and wincing ever so slightly. “Is your wrist okay?” He asked.

She shrugged and answered instinctively. “It hurts; but I’ve had worse,” she gasped at her own mistake almost instantly. “Oh fuck, I mean—” she stopped speaking. It didn’t matter. It was too late. Harry saw through it and understood exactly what she meant. He clenched the steering wheel tighter and he swallowed. The bob in his throat looked like he was drinking a glass of nails.

“Did he ever hurt you like this before?” Harry’s voice was an octave lower than she ever heard it. His eyes narrowed as he stared forward.

She didn’t want to make matters any worse, so she didn’t speak. Didn’t move. For several seconds, the car seemed so silent it was as if the tires weren’t even on the ground anymore or if she was breathing.

“Harry,” she whispered eventually.

Harry took a deep breath not liking the tone of her voice and pulled off to the side of the road.

“What are we— Harry!”

Before she could understand what was happening, Harry was outside and opening his trunk and the car doors locked her inside. Instantly, he pulled out one of the back-up sticks he had in case his two in the locker room broke in the middle of a game (or if he wanted to practice while he was home on the pond out back). He slammed it hard on the pavement multiple times grunting as he did until the stick snapped. Then he grabbed a second and repeated this process again, swearing and cursing like he was imagining Kael was under the stick.

Once satisfied with his destruction, he collected the broken pieces and dropped them in the back before sitting in the driver’s seat again, his breathing only slightly elevated.

She stared at him wildly. Her eyes were wide and beautiful. “If he touches you again, m’killing him,” he said simply. It was a promise. His breath was heavy from the exertion.

She nodded; Harry put the car in drive and continued back toward his place. His hand went right back on her thigh, which she still found comforting and warm, even though she had only had the luxury of his hand on her for no more than a few minutes. “Okay,” she whispered hoping there wouldn’t be an again to speak of.

Harry let the silence linger again. “My apartment is the other way,” she reminded him.

He rolled his eyes. “I just told you, Rookie, y’not living there anymore.”

“Oh my God, Harry. You can’t be serious.”

He snorted. “No. I am. As a heart attack.”

“Harry I can’t move in—”

“Of course, y’can. I have like five bedrooms. Pick one. Pick three for all I care.”

She swallowed. “What if I pick your bedroom?” She was attempting to lighten the mood, maybe. Harry wasn’t sure. Or maybe she was trying (and failing) to be annoying. But Harry was never annoyed by her. He was amused at worst. She was adorable. Every little thing she did was adorable.

“Then it’s yours,” he shrugged. He was hardly home during the season anyway. With his niece, Mum, and Gem out of town, he wasn’t home much in the off-season either. He could easily move into another room if she wanted his. In fact, he probably would give her his room. It wasn’t the only one with a bathroom, but it had a nice tub that he knew was being wasted without proper use and it felt like she deserved a relaxing night to soak in the tub until she got pruney and everything else that stressed her in her life disappeared.

“I thought you didn’t bring women home to stay,” she reminded him.

“Never had one that I wanted t’bring home,” he shrugged.

She pressed her head to the window. He was quick. Didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll stay tonight, but I’m not moving in. My uncle is going to kill you.”

He shrugged. “S’a long line of Glacier Wolves who’ll want t’kill me before him.” She giggled softly under her breath. Harry glanced at her peripherally and smirked at the little smile that graced her lips. “M’niece is over a lot in the off season,” he told her. “Gem and Mum come by too. So s’had women there before.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Then, yeah. Never had a woman I wanted to bring home,” he repeated. Harry parked in his driveway, turned to her, his hand still on her thigh and honestly, she never wanted it to move.

“Are we still friends?” She blurted. He just admitted he liked her. It was no secret she liked him too. It could make things very awkward going forward so she wouldn’t blame him if he really didn’t want to be friends any longer.

“What a weird fucking question, Rookie,” he shook his head.

“Can you just tell me?”

“Yes, we’re still fucking friends. Despite the fact I would love t’be more.”

She closed her eyes. “He really fucked me up, Harry,” she whispered. “He... he wanted some trophy girlfriend that doted on him and worshipped him for being a good hockey player. He didn’t want me to be my own person. He didn’t want me to have my own hobbies or interests. Like I was nothing, a nobody—”

“Rookie,” he whispered.

“—and I just let him treat me that way. Because it was easier than confronting it—”

“Rookie.”

“—So I don’t want to keep falling for you because you... you’re so talented and you will overshadow me and you should. But it’s so fucking cold living in the shadow of someone else and I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

He winced. “Bunny,” he wanted her to stop.

“I don’t love that nickname either,” she sighed. “I want to. It’s cute and it’s even cuter when you say it. But the connotation of being a puck bunny is just more of what Kael insinuated and I don’t—”

“I don’t think you are a puck bunny. S’not why I call you that. Y’wrinkle your nose like a bunny when y’concentrate. S’the first thing I noticed when I met y’taking pictures rink-side. And you’re always going and going like the little Energizer bunny. But mostly, s’because you’re so fucking cute like a bunny. S’honestly nearly nauseating sometimes.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed trying to keep all the feelings of falling for another hockey player at bay. “So, I make you sick?”

He smiled. “Excessively.”

“And you want me anyway?”

“Excessively,” he whispered cupping her face. She leaned into the touch, closed her eyes, and sank into the way his hand caressed her cheek for a moment.

Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked at him shyly. “You probably know that he cheated on me,” she reminded him. “And the worst of it, I don’t know if it was the first time, and I don’t want to know. Because I already felt stupid for letting him belittle me and letting me forget parts of myself.”

Harry tilted his head back fully staring at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah...” And now Harry knew this wasn’t the first time he had hurt her either. Whether it was intentional or not.

“And...” she swallowed. “I don’t think you’re like him... if you take anything away from this conversation, please know that I think you’re nothing like him. You’re up front about most of everything. He kept things from me. But... you’re you and you could have any woman you want in any city you want. I don’t fault you for that—I really hope you know that... but I don’t want to be a number anymore, Harry. I don’t want to feel like an idiot, and I don’t think you would intentionally make me feel like an idiot but—”

“Bunny,” he interrupted, turning back to gaze into her eyes so intensely it felt like everything around them disappeared except for the space between them. The seriousness in his green eyes made her stomach flip. They seemed darker. Like the color was changing to a darker shade to explain how serious he was and how he meant every word that spilled from his mouth. “I think you’re brilliant,” he whispered. “In every facet of your life. I’ve thought about nothing but hockey m’whole life. It has been eat, sleep, and breathe ice, pucks, and sticks. The second I met you, every thought has been ‘bout you,” he reminded her. “If I never played another game of hockey, I really think I would be okay s’long as y’were around.”

Her heart felt like it was broken and whole all at the same time. It was too sweet. She bit the inside of her lip. “Well, I don’t want that,” she whispered. “You’re quite good,” she reminded him.

He chuckled. “The point remains, Rookie... I want you t’have everything y’could possibly want. I want t’do anything I can t’help y’achieve anything y’want t’do.”

She looked at her lap. “I can’t believe you went to get a drink.”

“I really didn’t think y’would be there... was hoping I’d run into Louis and maybe he would know if y’were okay. Y’never answered my texts. Didn’t tell me y’made it home.” he frowned. “Why did y’lie t’me, Bunny?”

She took a deep breath. “The whole team has been so nice to me,” she whispered. “I’m not really used to that...” she trailed off. “Callie got so many penalties, you had to interrupt your post-game cool down to walk me to your car, everyone wants to take shifts to watch me... you have to drive me home, give me one of your car... I’ve seriously disrupted your lives... and it was all just too much today. I don’t want to bother you guys. You didn’t sign up to have a kid or a pet you need to watch. Uncle Charlie didn’t have to give me a job with a hockey team. I feel like I didn’t earn anything. It’s so sweet that all of you care, but it’s weird for me...”

God, she was cute. Even sad she was cute. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Y’haven’t disrupted our lives,” he promised. “We’d do this for anyone.”

“That’s comforting I suppose.”

“C’mon, s’late... we have a game tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she whispered.

“Course, Rookie,” he squeezed her leg one more time and then got out of the car. (As she predicted, she hated the feeling of Harry’s hand anywhere else but her thigh.)

Entering his house, Harry kicked off his shoes and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms. She texted her group chat with Michael and Marc as she flopped onto the couch until she got more direction from Harry.

I’m at someone’s house for the night so don’t worry about me.

Michael reacted to her message with a thumbs up.

It better be a HOT hockey player.

Michael reacted to Marc’s message with a thumbs down.

Good night, Marc!

I want every INCH of detail

That earned a vomiting emoji from Michael. I do NOT want any details.

GOOD NIGHT MARC

*

Harry hated that he had a big house. If they were at her apartment, they could have been squished in her bed right then. She wouldn’t be down the hall and half of Harry’s mattress wouldn’t have felt so cold. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Fortunately, his phone vibrated almost immediately. Like she somehow knew he was awake.

Are you awake?

M-hmm

Can we get breakfast, please?

Harry would throw himself down a set of stairs for her if she asked. “You could jus’ come in here t’ask,” he called.

“I’m creating boundaries!” She answered from a guest room. “Besides this bed is comfy and I don’t want to get up,” she giggled.

“Well, I don’t want boundaries,” he grumbled to himself. He wondered if she slept without pants on. Not that it mattered. He was turned on by the thought of her naked in his bed or if she was in a full snow suit.

“What did you say?” She called.

“Nothing,” he grumbled and pressed the palm of his hand over the front of his shorts willing the blood to rush anywhere but his dick at the thought of her in a goddamn snow suit. “I just have t’shower,” he mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” she sighed, and Harry could picture her snuggling herself further into the mattress. Maybe it was for the best she was in another room. If she was there looking all cute and cuddly on his bed, he would have to quit hockey. He would probably spend the rest of his life worshipping her on his mattress in every possible way.

Plus, his dick would never be anything but hard.

“Jesus, fuck,” he sighed to himself under the spray of the warm shower. He tried to think about anything but her pretty self in the other room. In his house. In his bed. In his clothes. She was probably changing into her uniform from the night before, so at least he wouldn’t see her in the shirt and shorts he gave her to wear for bed.

He shook his head and focused on shower and not what it would feel like to press her against the tile or—

“Fuuuuck,” he touched his forehead against the tile. Hockey. Defense. Goals. Niall. That’s good. Niall, gross. Callie—FUCK Callie. Asher owes me ten dollars for betting Lang wouldn’t say “good effort” in their pool game the other day.

His shower took twice as long to shower because he had to actively think about something other than his pretty friend. Once he was out, he slipped into a pair of sweats and one of his long sleeve practice shirts. As he put on his deodorant, he realized it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize what she was doing as he got dressed. “Rookie, you are not,” he called as he hurried down the hall.

“Not what?” She asked innocently.

“Doing my dish—Rookie, what the hell!”

“They were just there! And I was bored, Harry. Plus, you didn’t say I couldn’t!”

“I told you last time.”

“Well yeah, but that was last time.”

“Please stop,” he begged and rubbed a hand over his face. “We’re supposed t’be going t’breakfast.”

“Well, I figured while you took two years to get ready,” it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes max but maybe his effort to not think about her in his shower took longer than he thought, “I would make myself useful,” she shrugged and set the final dish on the drying rack beside his sink. She turned the water off and ran the dishtowel over the counter and edge surrounding the sink. She turned, leaning against the counter. Her black and silver uniform top for The Locker Room was on her again. Her leggings from the night before clung to her legs like a second skin.

He wondered how she could look so cute after working a hectic, busy shift, then slept all night and it barely looked like she had a hair out of place. “What?” She asked looking down at her shirt. “Do I have something on this? We’ll have to stop at my apartment first if I do. I’m not going out with you to breakfast when you look hot and I look like trash,” she frowned.

He snorted. “Y’don’t look like trash, Rookie.”

“Well, do I smell or something?”

“No,” he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful. Stunning really,” he shrugged one shoulder and reached out to touch her face. He skimmed his thumb along her cheek wishing he could lean in and kiss her until they were both breathless. He smiled softly enjoying the way her cheek warmed under his touch. For someone so snarky, she was awfully shy. “Let’s go,” he tilted his head toward the main hallway. He made his way before she could read into it as he was sure she was wont to do.

Harry opened her passenger door and smiled wickedly at her as she got in. “What?” She asked, her eyebrows pinching together.

“You think I’m hot,” he sang.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Harry chuckled, closing her inside.

*

Kael didn’t play because he was injured. The report sustained it happened at practice the day before but everyone on The Chargers bench knew. Kael kept his gear on but moved to the end of the bench for the starters and lines of his teammates that would be playing. He hardly cheered, hardly moved.

The rest of The Wolves sent death glares to everyone on the team. Harry was checked into the boards more times than he could count. But every time he caught sight of the pretty photographer twirling her wrist in between photos, he felt grateful for each hit. She continued to take pictures, placing her camera into the cutouts of the glass around the ice.

Kael hid from pictures from his own media specialist, the news outlets, and even the fans during the game and in between periods.

“Coward,” Asher growled as they left the ice and headed to the locker room at the end of the game. The group that typically resided in the back of The Locker Room was livid when they found out from Harry that Kael hurt her. They too must have seen the way she twisted her wrist around between pictures. Harry wondered if she noticed she was doing it. It ate at him that it wasn’t the first time that piece of garbage hurt her. There was nothing Harry could do—well, maybe if he ever did figure out time travel, he could. But for now, he could take the hits from Kael’s stupid team and make sure the pretty photographer was okay.

Besides.

He may have had a tough game physically, but Harry was truly on cloud nine.

“Sweetheart, you good?” Lang called from the front of the line heading back toward the locker room.

“I’m good!” She answered.

Harry didn’t even care that Niall was walking alongside her and not him. Or that Callie gave her arm a squeeze when he walked by. It didn’t bother him that Asher was as irate as him either.

Because the word Styles was on her body. It was purposeful. If Kael paid attention, he would see it. He would know she supported Harry, regardless of how outlandish it was (or wasn’t) that he defended her last night. Harry knew the second he saw it, that Kael was going to look at the pretty girl with his number on her and start fuming in his seat. Maybe that’s why his team aimed for him so vehemently throughout the game as well.

Whatever, Harry could take it.

It was well worth it to see his name on her jersey.

Harry realized it was his time to shine after they went out for breakfast. He drove her to get her car at Louis’. He followed her home to the shady apartment building. He wasn’t in the mindset to leave her for any bit of time given the night before. Maybe not for a good few days either if he had it his way. They had away games coming up so they would be all but trapped together on a plane, a bus, and in a hotel so that was in his favor.

He really hoped she would be in a nearby room at the hotel. Or better yet, there wouldn’t be enough rooms, and he could share his with her.

“Why’d you choose eleven?” She asked when she came out of her room after getting ready. She was fluffing her pretty hair and tugging at the hem of the jersey that she had put on. It took a moment to register in Harry’s mind that she was talking to him and was anticipating a response. In her mind, it was no big deal that she was nonchalantly wearing his name and number. That she was by far the prettiest thing he had ever seen. The sweetest person he knew.

He swore his heart skipped a beat as his vision refocused on the lovely girl wearing his name on her back.

He cleared his throat. “S’the first number I ever got,” he shrugged. “But now I say m’so good, m’number twice.”

She grinned and laughed quietly under her breath as she put earrings on with The Chargers logo. “I like that. You are very good. I’ve seen a lot of hockey myself. I like to think I’m a good judge of ability.”

When Harry was younger, he thought if he could have a superpower, he would want to time travel. As he got older it changed a bit, he wanted super strength so he could be the strongest hockey player. Read minds so he could predict the movements of opponents on the ice. Since he met her, he returned to the tried and true: if he could time travel, he could figure out twenty seconds after he kissed her if she hated him or kiss him back, he would have done it right then.

He smirked. “So m’the lucky one today?” He asked pulling on the sleeve.

“I don’t know, does wearing someone’s jerseys constitute as lucky for the day?”

He nodded. “Yeah, very much so, Rookie.”

“Then sure; you’re very lucky, Harry,” she rolled her eyes.

Harry had to bite the inside of his lip to keep his smile from splitting his face in half. He turned away slightly and caught sight of a string of pictures on her little kitchen bar. “What’s all this?” He asked, picking up a photo and inspecting it. It was one of the ones she took while Harry was practicing before the rest of the team showed up. Another photo she got laying down on the ice of Callie’s skates when Harry wanted to rip his teammate’s arm off for holding her so close that day. One from Niall’s empty net. Another of Asher’s locker, his jersey on display. A close up of the C on Lang’s jersey. One of just the empty rink—no fans, no players, nothing.

“Oh... I don’t know,” she looked away shyly piling them together. “I was playing with the idea of making a series of photos,” she flipped one over to indicate the back showed the number three in the line. “You guys are attractive and stuff, but I thought there was a lot of beauty in the little things behind the bench, you know? It’s not just fights and points. The rink is so pretty,” she shrugged.

Harry grabbed her hand before she could stack any more of them away. He looked at each of the pictures painstakingly selected from the hundreds of photos she took each day. The way the light shone off a helmet, the way a shadow fell on the bench. “They’re beautiful, Bunny. Why don’t y’do it?”

“Do what?”

“Make it a series?”

She shook her head. “No... I don’t know. Not many people care about sports photography,” she shrugged. “Not like this anyway.”

“Rookie, I think every team owner and manager in the league would pay t’have this set in their arena.”

“No way, there’s not a single headshot of a star player. In sports, the only thing that really sells by far is you guys and your pretty faces,” she patted his cheek. “It’s tragic, I have some incredible photos of a few baseball diamonds at sunset. But there’s no fans and no players so it just wouldn’t sell well.”

“Show me,” he urged.

She sighed and put her jacket over “We’re going to be late, Harry. Uncle Charlie is already going to be annoyed with me that I’m wearing your jersey. And so will the rest of the team.”

“They all had their turn, Rookie, y’made me wait forever,” he grumbled. They didn’t have to be annoyed. They didn’t have a crush on her the way Harry did. They all knew that. His teammates were his family, but they made him cranky no less; teasing him about how smitten he was about their photographer.

She smiled sadly. “Harry,” she sighed. “I’ll show you another time.”

“Promise?” He pleaded.

“Promise?” She repeated in disbelief. Harry was nearly thirty years old and sounded like he was in kindergarten.

“Promise you’ll show me,” he said pointedly.

“Alright, yeah," She shook her head, sighed with a smile still on her lips. "I promise.”

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my fault: lando | ln4 smau

♡ summary: you star in my fault: london and the internet can’t stop comparing your onscreen love interest to your real life boyfriend, lando norris

♡ pairing: lando norris x singer/actress!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, fluff, established relationship

♡ faceclaim: asha banks

♡ a/n: i watched my fault london and couldn’t stop thinking about how fun a smau with asha as the faceclaim would be 😭

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🎵 YN LN • Feel The Rush

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yourusername My Fault: London is OUT!!!! AGHHH 😭🥲 i’m so proud of this movie and everyone who worked on it!! plus my song Feel The Rush is in the end credits (WTF 🥹🥹🥹) so go WATCH GUYS!!! and if that’s not enough to convince you there’s a mclaren cameo 😏

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user854 “mclaren cameo” got me thinking lando just gonna pop up 😪

user206 but no queen meant an actual mclaren 🥲🥲

user173 ACTUALLY PEAK WATTPAD CINEMA 😍😍

user035 wattpad cinema is crazy 😭

pietra.pilao talented girl 🥰

yourusername love you p 😚🙃

mattbroome3 vroom vroom 🏎️ ♥︎ by author

user840 ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED

lando MY BEAUTIFUL TALENTED PRETTY TOTAL BABE OF A GIRLFRIEND EVERYONE 😍😩😝

maxfewtrell damn mate could you be anymore whipped

yourusername shush you muppet (don’t stop keep complimenting me) 🤭😝

yourusername maxfewtrell literally stfu who invited you 😒

user387 FAVORITE WAG EVER (she ate in this guys go watch it 🥹🥹🥹)

user218 guys hear me out nick is eerily lando coded….

user876 STOP CAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME THING 😭😭

user321 THEY LOOK ALIKE FFS 💀

lilymhe best movie every pretty girl 🫶🏻

yourusername MWAH LOVE YOU BIG 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

lilyzneimer i’ve watched this way too many times i fear 🫣😭

yourusername BYEEEE ILYY

user530 the sequel is a NEEED 😭

primevideo buckle up

user408 she’s actually so pretty 😭😪

user032 when she can’t escape guys who drive mclarens >> ♥︎ by author

user321 ICONIC TBH

hattiepiastri can lando fight?

riabish no 🙂‍↔️

yourusername no (but he’d try) ☺️

maxfewtrell no he can’t

lando literally wtf 😀

hattiepiastri movie eats and so do you!!!

yourusername MWAH MWAH MWAH 😚😚😚

—— twitter

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user912 ITS SOOO GOOD (BUT THE MCLAREN)

user773 THE FUCKING MCLAREN & THE LICENSE PLATE 😭😭😭

user912 LIKE THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE 💀 ♥︎ by author

user775 YN LOOKED SO GOOOOD 😭

user773 HONESTLYYYYYYY

user925 THE NL LICENSE PLATE MADE ME CRASH OUT

user021 IT WAS CRAZY BEHAVIOR

user044 the actor even lowkey looks like lando 😭😭

user773 no cause they have some similarities it’s kinda scary 😭😭

user923 yn’s onscreen version having the same type as her irl is real af though

user773 honestly if you’re gonna kiss someone in a movie might as well be your bf’s lookalike 😭😭

user856 ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE I LOOK PAST THE WATTPADYNESS OF IT 😭😭😭

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user550 BYE THATS DIABOLICAL 😭😭😭😭

user773 i hope yn sees these tweets cause this is wild 😭😭

user410 DONT WISH THAT ON ME OMFG-

user887 lando and matt ignoring that they’re kinda twins: 🧑‍🦯 ♥︎ by author

user444 yn’s too chronically online for you guys to be this bold 😭😭

user410 whoops 🥲

user923 mad respect for coming up with that one

yourusername STOP STFU 😭😭

user410 NO LOOK AWAY MY LOVE IM SOOO SORRY

user773 OH HI QUEEN 😭😭😭

user076 STOP U GUYS SCARRED HER SHE’LL NEVER INTERACT WITH US AGAIN 💀

yourusername GUYS NO DONT MAKE THIS A THING WTF-🥲🥲🥲

user923 ml i fear this is already a thing 😬

user176 LOOK AWAY LOOOK AWAYYYY

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snippet of YN LN & Matthew Broome youtube interview for My Fault: London

(pic 1: interviewer: now i'd be remissed if i didn't ask... YN how do we feel about fans online saying Nick and Lando have similarities? Matt: *laughs* YN: I honestly still don't see it! but i showed Lan a few of the tweets i saw and we all have seen many tiktoks—)(pic 2: Matt: i sent her and lando a few on instagram and was like this is f***ing nuts mates and we had a proper laugh about it YN: *laughs* it got worse when lan's siblings started seeing the comparisons and told him "he has your f***ing license plate!" but honestly i think we all just find it a funny coincidence! i mean nick does have a mclaren with a custom license plate *you shrug*)(pic 3: Matt: *laughs* although she's not a fan of me and lando calling each other twin which we have started doing just to mess with her! YN: it actually makes me mental it's the worst! Interviewer: *laughs*)

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user807 STOPP THEY THINK THE COMPARISONS ARE HILARIOUS

user776 YN is so unserious i love her 😭😭😭

user446 matt and lando calling each other twin is fucking hilarious 😭😭

user007 it honestly makes me so happy 😭😭

user310 okay but the similarities are so glaringly obvious 😭😭

user820 i love that lando has always been close to yn’s costars

user885 its boyfriend goals tbh

user431 such a good movie and the offscreen chemistry is adorable (platonic obvs)

user522 YN CALLING LANDO LAN FUCKS ME UP ISTG 😭😭😭

user032 MUM AND DAD HONESTLY

user001 love that she was probably giggling over the tweets with lando 😭😭😭😭

user045 f1 winter break has us so bored we all watched a movie because the main guy looked a little like lando norris 😭😭

user465 speak for yourself i watched for my fav wag yn‼️

user777 drop the sequel 😩😩😩😩

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🎵 Charli xcx • Vroom Vroom

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yourusername 1 week of My Fault: London!!! as a treat for streaming enjoy my lando cosplay 😚🙃☺️

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user281 giving f1 driver 😍

user021 YN could drive an f1 car but lando couldn’t play Noah 😌😌 ♥︎ by author

mclaren contract is on its way 📝

yourusername mwah admin 🥰 (i will win the wdc for you bby)

lando you can’t give her my job… admin..? zak..? andrea..?

mclaren lando sorry who is lando norris? we only know YN LN 🤷‍♀️ ♥︎ by author

user630 i have watched it four times (ITS AMAAAZZZZINGGG) ♥︎ by author

lando i’ve watched it 10 get on my level 🤨

user630 lando pack it up nick leister wannabe

yourusername user630 BYE 😭

user388 ICON LEGEND GIVE HER THE WDC ALREADY HONESTLY

lilymhe woaaah racing driver 😍

yourusername 😝😏

alex_albon i- wow

lando you soooooooooooo pretty 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

yourusername omg it’s lando norris 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

lando u single????? can i have ur numberrrrrrr 😍😍

yourusername noo i have a bf 😨😨😨

lando yourusername NOOOOO 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓

maxfewtrell sometimes you make me question why i’m friends with you 🙂‍↔️

yourusername maxfewtrell wdym? aren’t you his wag??

user995 SOOOO PRETTYYYY 😍

mattbroome3 quick like norris quick like lando norris 🏎️🏎️

lando hey that’s me 🫢

mattbroome3 lando wait- twin… is that you?

yourusername don’t be slow stegosaurus..? 🏎️

yourusername mattbroome3 stfu 🙂

pietra.pilao missed opportunity to use sports car as the song 😪

yourusername YOURE SO RIGHT 🥲

user886 actually obsessed 😭😪

user930 ICONS

user765 so… anyone else think these two look cute together??

user176 no. that’s just you.

user004 hey so she has this really really cool bf and doesn’t enjoy being shipped with costars! hope this helps! 🙂

user032 go away.

lando some people shouldn’t have the internet.

yourusername NO THEY REALLY DONT 🙂

yourusername lando istg 😭😭

riabish actually best racing driver i’ve ever seen 🤷‍♀️

yourusername it’s true get me in that mclaren zbrownceo

lando yourusername hey so that’s my boss 🙂

yourusername lando i know 😊

user912 she’s gonna pull the race scene this season and race for lando 😭😭😭 ♥︎ by author

user321 ik this is a joke but pls could you IMAGINE 😭😭😭😭

user995 this photo is actually papaya’s lineup this season

user039 all i see is best driver ever and walmart lando 🏎️🏎️

user995 user039 WALMART LANDO IS CRAZY 😭😭

lando YOURE CRAZY IF YOURE NOT STREAMING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS MOVIE‼️‼️‼️‼️

yourusername guys… i think he might kinda like me 🤭🤭🤭

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🎵 Tate McRae • 2 Hands

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lando.jpg movie star 🏎️

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user921 HE REMEMBERED THE PASSWORD TO SHOW OFF HIS GIRLFRIEND YASSSSS 😍😍

lnfour our favorite movie star!! ♥︎ by author

pietra.pilao the models hot can i have her number??

lando.jpg no.

yourusername yes 🤭

maxfewtrell yourusername you can’t steal my girlfriend!

user982 he remembered his password ‼️‼️‼️

user765 give her all the awards‼️ ♥︎ by author

primevideo movie star? or supermodel? 😍

yourusername omg 🤭🤭🤭

lando.jpg watch it 😒

quadrant we 🫶 YN

user254 coolest movie star in the world 😍😍

user087 my fault is such a good movie and YN slayyed 🤩

mattbroome3 omg guys twin posted‼️

yourusername STFU 😭😭😭

lando.jpg ITS MY TWIN ☺️☺️

maxfewtrell lando.jpg i thought i was your twin 🥲😕

user470 using 2 hands on a pic of his gf is so real 😭😭

user708 i love him for that tbh

user003 it’s fucking iconic 😭😭

user034 MOM AND DAD FRFR

user007 OBSESSED FAVORITE WAG TALENTED QUEEN 😍😍

user517 models are lucky YN chose acting and singing for a career cause DAMN 😍😍

user021 HONESTLY

lilyzneimer ITS MY FAVORITE RACING DRIVER YN LN 😍😍

yourusername FLATTERED AFFF 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

oscarpiastri this just… this just hurts 😕

lando.jpg damn that’s cold 😭😭

lilymhe mm real af mine too 🤭

alex_albon lilymhe OKAY—

yourusername AHH I LOOK GOOD 🤭🤭🤭🤭

lando.jpg YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD 😍😍😍😍

yourusername i love youuuuu this is so cutesyyyy 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

lando.jpg MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD TALENTED AMAZING BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU TOO 🥹🫶🫶

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ski trip || ln4

☆ summary: annual ski trip with lando, max and p! ft. down bad bf lando

☆ pairing: lando norris x private!nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none and suggestive and minor bad language- you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: nope!

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ynuser: and that’s a wrap on the 2024 season! congrats again to the mclaren team and my little gremlin boy 🧡

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landonorris: AWOOOGGAAAAA

ynuser: 😘🤍🫶🏻😔👏🏻🫣🥹

oscarpiastri: i was so scared he was going to drop it

ynuser: you and me both osco

muppet4: AWOOGA THATS MY GIRL

ynuser: not the priv too 😭

muppet4: had to make sure you knew i thought you looked hot

carlossainz55: simp 🫵🏻

ynuser: that’s him your honor

maxfewtrell: did you swipe me one of those ornaments

ynuser: yes multiple dw

lilyzneimer: prettiest girl at the party

ynuser: no baby that was you

oscarpiastri: 🫣

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landonorris: thanks for not posting the strip poker pic 🫣

ynuser: HA i didn’t but i wouldn’t put it past max

maxfewtrell: let’s gooooooo

yourbff: yeeeeee i’m so excited for you

ynuser: eeek me toooooo

pietra.pilao: huge agree 🤍⛷️

ynuser: missed you sm bestie

carlossainz55: where was my invite amiga?

ynuser: mi amigo it was sent but someone said they were busy 🙄

lilyzneimer: wish we were there with you!!! next time 🤍

ynuser: next time pleaseee!! i know i just saw you at the holiday party but my god i already miss you

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maxfewtrell: what about me???

pietra.pilao: what about you?

maxfewtrell: 🙄

ynuser: my girl 🫶🏻🥹😍😘

pietra.pilao: i love you long time

pietra.pilao: can you just move to london with max and i

ynuser: i love you more 🤍 ill work on getting lan to move to london asap 😍

user2: serving so hard it criminal

landonorris: NO!!! that’s the love of MY life!!!!!

pietra.pilao: get in line

landonorris: god dammit i knew i should never have introduced you two

pietra.pilao: bc she likes me more?

landonorris: yes 😔

user1: omg mothers are mothering

yourbff: god i’m so in love with you both

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elmatador55: this angle makes you look tall

muppet4: thanks mate! i grew a few inches 🙂‍↔️

maxfewtrell: can’t believe you made me take this to only post it on the priv ?!

ynuser: i wish we could stay like this in our little snow bubble forever

muppet4: same darling. id love to be able to spend every single second of all my time with you but it makes the time we do have that much sweeter 🤍

ynuser: very true sweet boy

muppet4: plusssss you’re coming to more races next season so it wont be as bad i promise

ynuser: starting my full time wag duties 🫡

oscinha: keepin it pg i see

muppet4: always

m4xlol: my eyes 😭

muppet4: close em 😘

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iamrebeccad: as you SHOULD!

user4: any day that we get y/n crumbs is a good day

ynuser: thanks for the bag baby 😍

landonorris: anything for my world 😘

ynuser: i love you 🤍

landonorris: god say it again

ynuser: i love you forever

landonorris: mm yeah you do

landonorris: i love you too ❤️

maxverstappen1: she deserves it 😩

landonorris: you right 😔

user18: lando can you fight?

yourbff: this is the richest and bougiest thing i’ve ever seen

landonorris: lv in snow is next level

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ynuser: how lucky i am to live this life with you 🤍

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yourbff: cutie patootie

ynuser: 🥹🤍

carmenmundt: the perfect couple

ynuser: says you and georgie

landonorris: man don’t make me cry

ynuser: ur a cute crier

landonorris: it’s just bc i love you sm

maxverstappen1: he’s the lucky one y/n/n

muppet4: unbelievably lucky mate

maxverstappen1: 👏🏻

pietra.pilao: snow angel 🫶🏻

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landonorris: would give anything for break to never end

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maxfewtrell: heard the real estate prices are cheaper here than monaco

pietra.pilao: no it’s better in london pls

ynuser: yes lando london is quite nice this time of year i hear

landonorris: yeah no it’s not y/n

maxfewtrell: it’s actually horrible this time of year

user12: god you two are perfect

user23: Y/N CRUMBS YEEEEEE

ynuser: you and that puppy makes me want a puppy

landonorris: i can make that happen

ynuser: 👀🫵🏻🐶

mclarenf1: going to pretend we didn’t see this! you gotta get back on track soon!

user24: y/n is literally so gorgeous how did he bag such a baddie

user19: if my man don’t post me like this i don’t want him

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never met - op81 smau

summary: people start making up rumors about oscar and yn. problem is they never actually met

face claim: random girls from pinterest

a/n: this is chaos but it was fun to write hope you like it

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gossipf1 singer yn and oscar piastri are reported to be dating according to inside sources

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user5 please let this be true

lando rue, when did this happen?

user14 helppp what is lando doing here

user3 my two worlds colliding

user7 she's not good enough for him

user8 ?? he's not good enough for her

yn inside sources who??? i never saw this man in my life😭😭

user10 he's a formula 1 driver

yn oh i only know lewis hamilton aka the goat aka the loml

user10 fair

yn he looks cute tho👀

sabrinacarpenter no yn!

yn 😊😊

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yn posted a story

caption: this is the man yall think i pulled? Damn thank u

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↪sabrinacarpenter you are insane😭

↪lando +61 12345678 text him

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yn jazzy nights are my favorite

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user6 best night of my life

sabrinacarpenter i'm in love with you😍

yn me when i see you

user1 oscar liked...

user4 don't start

user1 i just stated a fact

user9 obsessed with your voice, i want you to sing me to sleep every night

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gossipf1 yn and oscar spotted hanging out after her concert

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user8 i fear this couple would be too iconic

user4 just... no

user5 i dont know this man my ass

yn in my defense i really haven't met him then!

lando it's true i can confirm

lando i can also confirm yn was oscar's most listened artist last year

oscarpiastri why are you here?

lando gossip is my bat signal

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yn trip made it out of the groupchat

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lando groupchat and it's only two people

yn get off my comments

lando i got you his number and this is how you repay me?

user9 lando tell us who it is🙏🏼

user3 if lando set them up it has to be oscar

user7 i'm in love with her aesthetic

user5 white shirt=oscar

user14 stop we don't know

sabrinacarpenter did my invite get lost in the mail?🤨

yn babe i'm sorry he means nothing you are the love of my life

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caption good company yn

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↪user4 gossipf1 ended up setting you two up huh

↪sabrinacarpenter i remember when i was the one taking her pictures...💔

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yn sorry osc i go where lewis goes🏎️

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oscarpiastri 😐

user4 osc🥺🥺

scuderiaferrari everyone is a ferrari fan ♡liked by author

francocolapinto hamilton fan first, a girlfriend second. i respect that

user5 did he just confirm that they are girlfriend and boyfriend?

mclaren 💔

yn sorry😔

charles_leclerc i approve son oscarpiastri

yn forza ferrari!

user26 we lost her to a sports guy...

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↪yn giggling blushing throwing up kicking my feet🥺🫶🏼

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yn posted a story

caption he's still mad i did not wear orange

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↪lando it's papaya not orange😡

yn same fucking thing

lando it's not !!

yn ok but the word papaya is so ugly

lando YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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yn the rumors are now true, i'm his favorite artist and he's my (second) favorite driver

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user18 she's gorgeous😍 he's just there😐

francocolapinto yes yes you might kiss but did he ever say he wanted to learn your language just to understand your jokes? i don't think so

yn call me when you are his top artist on spotify loser

user12 don't mind me i'm just patiently waiting for the love songs this will inspire

oscarpiastri you are never going to let me live this down, right?

yn you are stuck with me and my bad jokes sorry bro

sabrinacarpenter just remember she was mine first papaya boy

oscarpiastri noted🫡

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oscarpiastri she finally wore papaya

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user2 she's so hot🥵

yn not that word again😭

lando i will block you if you keep hating on the papaya

yn do it i dare you

yn i look so good tho

oscarpiastri you always look amazing

yn i love me a boy who can sweet talk

lando god stop being cheesy on main🤢

yn weren't you going to block me??

lando i should have

yn just do it you coward

user23 yes yn put the car guy in his place!

lando why are you supporting her when your page is dedicated to me??? are you a fan or a hater?

user23 i'm your biggest fan! but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so i'm with yn

yn HA even your fans like me better😛

lando you stole my teammate and now my fans what else do you want from me😭😭

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↪yn disgustingly cute yes

lando whatever helps you sleep at night

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↪yn babe don't expose us like that😔

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yn DELETE what if lewis sees this?

user21 she's so real

lewishamilton i feel betrayed

yn nooo💔😔 you will always be n1 in my heart

oscarpiastri 😐

yn deal with it

yn i am so incredibly proud of you and i love supporting you🥺🧡

oscarpiastri thank you for being here<3

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[that-one-p00k1e]

─────〃★ for you, I wouldೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

✧ summary: things they would do for you ft. Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, Yamato Endo, Chika Takiishi

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader (I think), OOC most likely, established!relationship, not proofread I'm sorry, tsubakino's pronouns are confirmed he/him ✦ a/n: HAAAAPPPYYYYY NNNNNEEEWWW YYYYEEAAARRR BBBBIITTCHHESSSSS😝😝😝😝 six months since I last posted omg-! I'm still alive! 😍 tysm for the support while I'm gone ily'all <33

—REN KAJI would turn off his music and pull down his headphones to listen to you ramble. Though he had his attention to his phone, he'd give silent nods and hums here and there to let you know that he was listening. Occasionally, he'd throw in little comments and questions regarding the topic you were telling. Little to your knowledge, your rambles to him were like taking notes. He'd mentally highlight things that he thought were important, and would keep it in mind in the future. He's the type to look nonchalant, but deep down, he cares more than he lets on. “... What's wrong?” he asked as he heard you abruptly stop talking. “Forget it.. You're not even listening.” You looked away in disappointment, letting out a quiet sigh. “But I have been listening,” he tried to reassure, feeling slightly guilty for making you feel neglected. “Really? Then repeat all the things I've been saying.” He, in fact, did repeat most things you've mentioned and justified his word.

—HAJIME UMEMIYA would gift you random bouquets every week, as if he hasn't gifted you enough already. What's special about his bouquets is that you can never guess the theme for the week. First, he started off classic – flowers, with the consideration of them being fake so that you'd be able to keep them forever. Then, he brought you a bouquet of snacks and sweets that he knew were your favorite. Next thing you knew, he's giving you a bouquet of money he's been secretly saving up on. You felt guilty; guilty for the effort he's been putting, just for you to return it with some unprofessional homemade baked goods. It felt unfair. But does he sail on the same boat? No. He's going to reassure you that he expects nothing in return, and that you being there for him and loving him was what all he ever wanted and needed.

—HARUKA SAKURA would spend his free time struggling to assemble a Lego flower bouquet set after learning about White Day. He wanted to return your gesture of gifting him during Valentine's, despite himself denying such intention. It took a lot of effort, in both figuring out what to get while fearing you wouldn't like it –to the point that he would even call over Nirei and Suo for help – and in building the tiny pieces of bricks after settling on a final decision for the gift. He persisted to build it himself, no matter how much his friends offered to help. He wanted to make sure it was his work purely, done with his own hands. The whole process was frustrating, infuriating, and was basically a test of patience. But after seeing how you kept the received bouquet in a glass vase – delicately treasuring it on your bedroom display – he has never felt so proud yet flustered his whole life.

—HAYATO SUO would waltz into the café without a care in the world while having scattered lipstick stains decorating his face. Moreover, it wasn't your idea in the first place– it was his. Your relationship wasn't out yet, and he thought, what better way to publish it than announcing it wordlessly but gives double the impact? “Hm? Oh, this? It's my beloved’s artwork. Do you like it?” he'll innocently ask when someone questions the visible lip prints. Sakura was a blushing mess, and Suo was very much enjoying the look of bewilderment from others as they received the unspoken news. This was the reaction he wanted. This was what boosted his pride furthermore in being your boyfriend, and he'd shamelessly do it again to show off his love for you to the world.

—JO TOGAME would be your personal walking object holder. He'd take your bag and sling it over his shoulder with you needless to say; he'd keep hair bands around his wrist in case you decided to tie your hair up; he'd hold your shopping bags throughout your journey at the mall. Never were you the one to request his aid first, and never has he complained about being tired. He'd even go barefoot just to lend you his footwear when your feet start to hurt in heels. Moreover, he'd carry you bridal along the way. Despite you worrying over him tiring himself, he persisted to keep ahold of you. He loves seeing you enjoy life without a care in the world, and he'd do anything to carry burdens that dare to get in the way of that enjoyment.

—MITSUKI KIRYU would deliberately lose in a game of UNO and let you take the victory when he could've won decades ago. The whole time the both of you were playing, he's been holding a Wild and Draw 4 but refrained from using them. Instead, he kept drawing cards and just went yolo to buy time. Though he always played fair, seeing your dejected expression after losing many rounds this time was a little too unbearable for him. He promised himself for once, just this once will he let himself take a loss. He knew it wouldn't be fair, but if it meant that he'll get to see you smile in victory, then he doesn't find any problem with that.

—AKIHIKO NIREI would write down even the littlest of details about you that were thrown at him. You'd be casually mentioning a trivial preference as a ramble, but never had he pulled out his notebook and pen so quickly. During his early stages of getting to know you, he made sure to memorize everything you told him about yourself; your favorite color, favorite food, dream place to go, he even looked up your zodiac sign after knowing your birth date. He doesn't mean it in a creepy way. In fact, it was his way to know how to get closer to you. Despite already having the skill to remember it all, he likes to write it down to make sure as well as for keepsake. Thanks to that, now he has a cheat sheet on how to make you smile.

—TASUKU TSUBAKINO would wear himself a nail polish color that reminds him of you. Or, moreover, your favorite color. He loved being stylish, and what better way to do it than having at least a part of you involved in it? He'd walk proudly in his heels that you got him as a gift, and was even more ecstatic if someone complimented them, proud that your taste in fashion was appreciated by others. He'd ask to trade manicures with you for a date, where the both of you choose a nail look for each other. But if you weren't into painting nails, he'll ask you to choose a look for him instead. On special or fancy occasions, he'd often wear your fav lip combo or makeup look, as he treasures your choices and views them as something precious and only to be used when necessary.

—TOMA HIRAGI would pull up to the function wearing either a Hello Kitty or Kuromi tee under his gakuran jacket. Was it his personal choice to do it? Clearly not. Was it his choice to willingly wear it for the sake of his beloved significant other? Very much so. After many attempts of pleading, he caved in and (begrudgingly) agreed to your whole ‘matching outfits’ idea. He ate a pill or two when he saw how he looked in the mirror. Then ate two more when he finally appeared in public, especially at how much Umemiya and the others teased him for it. It was embarrassing, but was it worth it? No questions needed. The beaming smile you immediately wore when seeing him agree to your shenanigans, was enough proof that it was all – undoubtedly – worth it.

—YAMATO ENDO would revel in the feeling of being the center of your attention as you placed stickers and colored in his tattoos or drew silly doodles along his body. He liked the feeling of flexing himself while having you express your inner artist onto him. He'd think of himself as your muse; the art and the artist. Once you were done, he'd be extremely careful with doing activities, afraid of your artwork smudging off at the slightest touch. Even during the shower, he makes sure not to wipe it with full pressure. He considered turning it into an actual tattoo, really. Because it would mean that he'd get to keep something of yours to be a part of him, eternally.

—CHIKA TAKIISHI would let you do his hair as you please. He was one to outright reject the idea of someone touching him, but you – you had the privilege to do as you please to him without him raising a finger to stop you. You had him wrapped around your delicate fingers, his head leaning into your touch as you smoothly ran your hands through his long locks of red that met its ends with yellow. When he saw that you did your hair the same way as his, a flicker of surprise reflected on his eyes. Though he tried to come off as indifferent, he was secretly pleased to acknowledge the fact that the both of you were matching. He'd spend the whole day with you while wearing those matching hairstyles, not caring about how others would think of him. All he could focus on was how ethereal you looked in your current look. In fact, he always thought you looked beautiful in any shape and form of physical aspects.

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Truth or Dare - Part 3

Pazzi (paige x azzi) + uconn wbb

SMUT

warnings: sexual content, mentions of sexual content, mention of sex tape, drinking, spitting, body shot, strap sucking, twerking/grinding, degradation, restraints, squirting, spanking, some BDSM, vibrator use, shock collar, gag use, ab riding, nipple play, tit slapping

wc: 6.9k

MDNI

It had been two weeks since the last team hangout—at least one involving alcohol. Which was too long for some of them. This time around, Nika and Carol spearheaded the next session.

They were walking out of their Business Management class together heading to the library when Carol looked at Nika with a mischievous glare.

“Carol I know you’re plotting something crazy when you look at me like that,” Nika said tilting her head.

She giggled. “I was thinking about something,” she said, stopping in front of the shorter girl.

“Go on,” Nika encouraged, matching the glint in her eyes.

“I have an idea for the next team hangout,”

“Oh shit, please tell me,” Nika said more excitedly.

“I was thinking about another game of truth or dare, but with the couples on the team instead.”

Nika’s grin turned almost scary. “Oh fuck that’s messy. I love it.”

Carol smiled and they started walking again. Nika texted the group chat,

Huzzkies🫦🏀

Carol: heeeyyy guysss…

Ice: Carol….what are you doing?

Nika: so we have an idea

Paige: I stopped listening to y’alls ideas ages ago

Nika: twin just hear us out

Paige: 😒

Azzi: Well please inform the rest of us then

Jana: What she said^

Carol: ok so for our next hangout… truth or dare: couples edition

KK: I’m offended I wasn’t apart of the plotting process☹️

Nika: KK you can make the rules

KK: Thank you girlypop

Paige: This sounds messy

Nika: exactly😈

Azzi: Paige and I will be there

Paige: Oh?

Azzi: Did I stutter?

Jana: Please don’t fight.. can’t have you divorced before the party 🤧

Nika: twin you’ll survive. i’m bringing nahiem. he doesn’t know that yet but…

Carol: yanna, aubrey, amari—you all BETTER be there too

Yanna: I gotchu. D will have way too much fun with this🤣

Aubrey: Jane’s next to me and she said she’s down

Nika: Amari????

Amari: I’m bringing Ray whether he wants to or not

Carol: perfect.. we’ll see you tomorrow night in Nika and Paige’s dorm at 8! Everyone else please come watch this chaos go down with me in the audience 😍

(Liked by the team)

Paige: I hate my life

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The next evening came. People started filing into the dorm. Snacks in hand, drinks itching to be made. Azzi had come over early to help Paige set up since Nika was coming with Nahiem later.

Azzi walked over to Paige in the living room after she finished pushing all the furniture into place.

“Hey baby,” she said wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck.

“Hi mama,” she sighing after.

“You okay?” Azzi questioned, searching her eyes for something.

“Yeah.. just don’t want these things to start feeling like too much for us,” Paige said leaning her forehead against Azzi’s.

“Whatchu mean by that baby?” Azzi asked softly.

“I just mean.. if you ever want them to chill out, with whatever dumb shit they plan, I want you to tell me. The games are fun and all, but we can also tell them we have boundaries.”

Azzi tilted her head so she could look her in the eyes better. “P… I’ve never felt uncomfortable at one of these. One, because I have you there with me. You would step in or be able to tell if something was wrong. And two, because it’s them. Yes they’re crazy and somewhat insane for liking it so much,” she said giggling. “But they know what is too much. They know when to stop. You have to remember they’re in the same position as we are baby,” Azzi comforted as she tucked loose hair behind her ear.

Paige nodded, feeling more at ease with Azzi’s assurance. “I meant what I said last time. I’m okay with doing anything you’re okay with doing. And I’m secure in us to the point where if we want to feed into the freakiness,” she smiled, “then we can sure as hell get freaky.”

“Are you good with doing stuff even in front of the guys?” Azzi asked with a smidge of concern etched on her face.

Paige took Azzi’s face in her hands, “Whatever you are comfortable with, I am comfortable with.”

Azzi smiled and leaned in, her lips almost touching Paige’s, “I love you. Especially freaky you,” she giggled against her mouth.

Paige just pulled her closer, molding their lips together. Before the kiss could deepen too much, a loud chorus of yelling and laughter barged through the door. KK, Ice, and Aaliyah all rushed in. Jana, Carol, and Ash a few steps behind them.

Paige and Azzi didn’t pull away from each other, still holding each other like they were glued together.

“The singles are here!” Jana yelled while strutting in further to the dorm.

Azzi giggled and snuggled her head into Paige’s chest. Paige rested one hand on her waist and let the other cradle her head.

“The kids are here honey,” Paige whispered in Azzi’s ear, making the younger girl laugh. She pulled away but dragged Paige by the hand to the kitchen. They all started mixing up drinks and claiming their snacks. They queued up some Drake songs and let the vibes start. Letting chaos begin to ensue.

Eventually the rest of the team showed up, along with their partners. They didn’t jump right in, wanting everyone to get comfortable with each other. Paige and Azzi stayed glued to each other, not straying far from one's side. They weren’t being clingy out of insecurity, just out of soft possessiveness.

When everyone seemed to get comfortable in the living room, taking up every piece of furniture, Carol gave Nika a side eye. Silently asking if she was ready to start. Nika nodded and Carol straightened up.

“Alright shall we get this party started!?”

Paige and Azzi decided to sit in the love seat again, Azzi wanting to sit in Paige’s lap. Azzi leaned in Paige’s ear and whispered, “Let’s try to answer and do everything… just for fun.”

Paige smiled and slapped her ass in return, “You dirty girl.”

Azzi bit her lip, “I’m your dirty girl.”

Paige let her tongue run across her lower lip, “Damn right you are.”

Azzi smiled and the two turned their attention back to the group bickering about the rules.

“Ok everyone shut up so I can explain!” KK clapped.

“Spin the bottle, you pick truth or dare. If you don’t answer or complete the dare, you take a shot. You all drink between each round as well. You get two passes where you don’t have to do anything and can move on. Once you use them, you’re out. Pictures and videos can be taken, but now will only be sent to the people in them. No posting them. And last but not least: what happens in the dorm, stays in the dorm.”

Everyone nodded along and hummed in agreement.

“Ok then couples, get in a circle!” Carol said in a high voice.

The other couples pulled their chairs to form around Paige and Azzi. The rest of the team sat on the couch behind them or were sitting on the kitchen table. The couples were Paige and Azzi, Yanna and Dalayah, Aubrey and Jane, Amari and Ray, and Nika and Nahiem.

“Ight before you start.. go ahead and take a shot!” KK said from the couch.

Everyone took their shot, grimacing at the burn down their throats.

Nika reached for the bottle, “We’ll start!” She spun and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Truth or dare?”

Amari looked at Ray before answering, “Truth”

“Has anyone ever walked in on you?

Amari chuckled, “Not walked in on but definitely had people bang on the door interrupting,” she said side eyeing Ice.

“Yo it wasn’t my fault! You didn’t tell me he was coming over!” Ice said defensively from the couch.

Amari rolled her eyes and Ray laughed. “It’s okay, you didn’t stop us from finishing,” Ray muttered.

Ice made an exaggerated gagging noise and Amari spun. It landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“Truth or dare”

Before Yanna could answer truth like always, Dalayah piped up, “Dare!”

“Oh I like her,” Nika said, alluding to Yanna’s boringness.

Amari whispered in Ray’s ear and he nodded in approval. “Demonstrate the last position you fucked in.”

Yanna’s eyes went wide but Dalayah was already pulling her to lay on the ground. She guided Yanna on her back and climbed on top so she was straddling her hips. “Cowgirl,” she said in a sweet tone. Yanna shook her head smiling and tapped her hip to get up. Dalayah spun the bottle and it landed on Paige and Azzi.

Azzi bounced on Paige’s lap excitedly, making the blonde giggle and squeeze her hips.

“We pick dare!” Azzi proclaimed eagerly while Paige just let her be.

Dalayah laughed and Yanna cut in, “Paige, take a body shot from her tits.”

Paige smirked and grabbed Azzi’s tits from behind. “Oh hell yeah!”

Azzi threw her head back and laughed, prying Paige’s hands off of her so she could get up. Paige stood and switched Azzi spots so she was sitting. She grabbed a shot glass and placed it in Azzi’s cleavage—which was already on display for her in Azzi’s new crop top—and poured in a shot of tequila. She set the bottle down and leaned into Azzi’s lips, giving her a kiss first. Then she trailed her tongue down Azzi’s throat and to her chest. She lowered her head and closed her lips around the cold shot glass. She threw it back, swallowing it with ease, then kissed Azzi again. Azzi smiled when she pulled back. Paige grabbed her hips, pulling them onto her as she sat down. Azzi leaned in to spin next. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“Truth or dare?”

Nika smirked next to Nahiem, “Dare.”

“Sit on his lap and give a blow job to a banana. And keep eye contact,” Azzi added.

Nika immediately got up to get the fruit from the kitchen while Nahiem waited shocked.

Paige leaned in Azzi’s ear, “You’re a menace,” saying it under her breath. Azzi giggled and retorted, “Oh just wait.”

Nika came back with the banana and climbed on Nahiem’s lap facing him. He held her waist as she looked at him with eyes that screamed trouble. She held the banana with her hands and started swirling her tongue on the end. Ice immediately whipped out her phone, knowing she was about to go crazy. Nika spit on the banana, then used her tongue to drag it up and down the sides of the banana. Nahiem ran his tongue over his lips making Nika double down. She took the banana in her mouth, dragging her lips up and down the length. She let the sound of the spit echo in the room. She bobbed up and down on the fruit and then slurped up her spit as she pulled off. Nahiem dragged his hand down his face and pinched Nika’s side. She laughed and climbed off and sat back in her chair next to him. She peeled the banana and began eating it.

KK yelled from the couch, “Nika Mühl you are insane!”

She laughed while Nahiem sighed and spun the bottle. It landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” they said in unison.

“Have you ever hooked up with someone and didn’t know their name?”

Aubrey and Jane glanced at each other before breaking out into giggles.

“That’s actually how we met,” Aubrey said with a cheesy grin.

“What do you mean that’s how you met?!” Nika asked dramatically.

Jane smiled, “Well I was at Ted’s one night and ended up kissing this girl and talking with her at the bar. Don’t ask me how I didn’t get her name first. But then I had to go pee so I left, but when I come back…this bitch,” she says pointing to Aubrey with her eyebrows raised, “was all up on her.”

Aubrey dipped her head and then added, “But then Jane came out and looked pissed—which I found very sexy—and I realized I followed her on instagram.”

Jane rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah then I left the bar and later that night she DMed me and I guess the rest is history.”

Azzi shook her head, “Jane wasn’t down with a threesome. Shame.”

The group giggled and Paige pinched her side. “You tryna tell me sumn ma?”

Azzi giggled and arched her brow in mystery. KK then yelled at them to take a shot before the next round.

Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Paige and Azzi.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Azzi said again. Paige just sighed defeatedly.

“Azzi, take a shot and spit it in Paige’s mouth.”

Azzi looked back at Paige who was already smiling. She got up off her lap and poured a shot. She knocked it back, letting it sit in her mouth. She used her fingers to hold Paige’s jaw and pry her mouth open. She kept her eyes locked on Paige’s as she transferred the warm tequila into Paige’s mouth. Paige swallowed the liquid, feeling how close their mouths were. Azzi smiled and ran her tongue over Paige’s lips before briefly kissing her. The group let out a mix of groans and chuckles but Azzi just sat back in her lap and spun the bottle. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Nahiem said while Nika side eyed him with a pout.

“What’s your favorite pair of lingerie of hers?”

Nahiem smiled and Nika covered her face knowing exactly what he would say. “She has this dark red lacy set with garters and a slit in the bottoms.” He slung his arm around her and she blushed.

“Ok next,” Nika said while spinning. This time it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Truth or dare?”

Ray spoke up this time, “Dare.”

Nika glanced at Amari with a wicked smile, “Demonstrate a sex position you wanna try.”

Amari scratched her head while looking at Ray. He snickered and reached for the shot glasses.

“Oh come on that’s an easy one!” KK said from the couch.

Amari and Ray threw the shots back. “We’ve tried every position we’ve wanted,” Amari informed the group.

“Oh…damn” KK said, a bit surprised. The group laughed and Ray folded his arms like he was proud. Amari spun the bottle and it landed on Jane and Aubrey.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Write something with lipstick on her chest and she can’t see,” Amari said to Aubrey.

Aubrey looked over at Jane who was rubbing her forehead smiling. Aubrey went to Jane’s purse and grabbed her lipstick and walked back over. She kneeled in front of her and twisted the wand out of the tube. She giggled before starting her work. Jane sat there watching the group’s reactions. Paige hid her face against Azzi’s back while Azzi snickered.

Aubrey pulled back admiring her work. “Perfect,” she said while getting up. Aubrey signed her name with her jersey number on Jane’s chest, just above her boobs.

“I’m tryna do that when you a WAG” Paige whispered in Azzi’s ear. Azzi blushed and sat further into Paige’s lap. Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Azzi and Paige again.

“Truth or dare?”

Paige covered Azzi’s mouth with her hand before she could answer. “Truth,” she said while Azzi giggled behind her fingers.

“That was hot,” Azzi whisper shouted to the blonde. Paige blushed and pulled her closer.

“Paige what is the most degrading thing you’ve let Azzi do in bed?”

Azzi’s body started uncontrollably shaking—laughing. Paige froze, face beat red and mouth dry.

“Oh hell nah I don’t think I wanna know,” Ice said from the couch.

“Yeah you probably don’t,” Azzi said while looking at Paige.

Paige pulled her lips into a thin line, but still had a faint smile behind it. “I’ll tell you if you really wanna know, but cover your ears if not,” she warned.

No one covered their ears.

The girls from the couch perked up and everyone watched intently.

“I let her use a shock collar on me.” Paige gritted out fast and immediately pulled Azzi’s body more in front of her so she could hide her face.

“I’M LEAVING”

“YALL NASTY”

“A SHOCK COLLAR?!”

The group howled over each other at the words that left Paige’s mouth. Paige lifted her head and rested her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, face still flushed but trying to act more nonchalant.

“I told y'all to cover your ears,” she shrugged and tapped Azzi’s hip for her to spin. Azzi giggled the whole time it spun. It finally landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What’s the thing at the top of your sex bucket list?”

“Hmmm,” Yanna furrowed her brow thinking. “I know,” Dalayah said in a sensual voice. Yanna side eyed her, “What?”

“I wanna make it til the morning,” she said with knowing eyes and a smirk.

Yanna’s eyes widened but she nodded in approval. Paige hummed in Azzi’s ear giving her a signal that she was intrigued by that idea as well.

Yanna spun and it went around the group for a bit longer, wanting the round to go on a couple more times. By the end of the round Yanna and Dalayah had used one of their skips and everyone else was still in.

“SHOTS EVERYBODY!” KK screamed from behind the group. They rolled their eyes but gave in. Amari and Ray started the round by spinning, landing on Paige and Azzi. The group had decided that this was a truth only round, so Amari knew exactly what she was going to ask.

“Who made who squirt first?”

“I made Paige,” Azzi smiled and said sweetly. Paige sighed and immediately spun the bottle, not elaborating. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“What kinda underwear is Nika wearing right now, Nahiem?” Azzi asked knowingly.

Nika narrowed her eyes at her but couldn’t help the blush that crossed her cheeks. She happened to be wearing the lingerie set they talked about earlier. Nika texted Azzi about this beforehand, mentioning how she wanted to get dicked down. Azzi noted this and used it to her advantage.

“I don’t know.. let’s take a look shall we?”

Nahiem hooked his fingers in her waistband—eyes instantly bulging from his head and jaw dropping.

“Ain’t no way Nik,” Nahiem said, standing up from his seat. “We’re leaving!” Nahiem said while yanking Nika from her seat. She giggled but he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He waved at the group with a rushed goodbye and she looked at them laughing from hanging off of him.

“You’re welcome!” Azzi yelled as the door closed behind them.

Amari shook her head and spun for them. It landed on Paige and Azzi.

“How many sex toys do you own?”

Paige smiled and lifted her eyebrows. She knew the exact number, having counted the week before when cleaning them all.

“Thirty two”

“Mom and dad are so gross,” Caroline groaned.

The couple scoffed lightheartedly and spun. It landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Uhh probably fucking in the back of an uber,” Yanna answered.

“Perv,” Paige said under her breath jokingly.

Yanna spun and it went to the rest of the couples. Her and Dalayah ended up using their last skip and were now out. They all decided to end the truth round and move onto dares. And of course they took their obligatory shot, letting the buzz grow hazier.

Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Text Ray the dirtiest thing you want to do”

Amari sat back further in her seat and pulled her phone out. She smirked while typing away. She hit send and he opened the text.

I want you to wrestle me down to where I can’t move. Then I want you to fuck me till I can’t breathe. Till all I can do is cum.

Ray rubbed a hand down his face, huffing out a breath. “Mari.”

She giggled and spun the bottle. It pointed to Paige and Azzi.

“Show one of your tapes,” Amari challenged, seeing if they would fold.

Azzi turned hesitantly to Paige, searching her face for something like permission. Paige looked at Azzi’s eyes, remembering what they said earlier. She nodded in approval, squeezing Azzi’s hips. Azzi pulled out her phone, going to her hidden section. Paige watched her scroll, seeing her pause on certain ones. She leaned in her ear and dropped her voice so only she would hear, “Just not one that shows too much ma. Keep some for just me.”

Azzi nodded, then showed her one that was short but was still good enough to fulfill the dare well. It was one of Paige hitting Azzi from the back, with her face down and ass high—also making her arch insane.

“Ok if you don’t wanna see then you don’t have to watch,” she said while turning the volume up and pressing play.

Amari covered Ray’s eyes at the last second before the video started. They all watched the ten second video in shock. Azzi’s moans rang out in tandem with the filthy noises of their skin slapping together. The video ended shortly after. The group tried to keep their reactions respectful but couldn’t stop the wide eyes and subtle smiles they hid behind their hands.

Azzi spun the bottle and it landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“You have to call Jane mommy the rest of the game when referring to her.”

Aubrey skipped knowing she couldn’t stand the teasing from the team later. She spun after and it went back to Paige and Azzi.

“Azzi, restrain a part of Paige for the rest of the game”

Azzi lurched off of her lap and went to grab the handcuffs. Paige closed her eyes in slight dread. Azzi came back and cuffed her hands behind her back. She kissed Paige on the forehead, an innocent action balancing what she just did. Azzi spun and it went to Amari and Ray who used one of their skips. They spun and it went back to Paige and Azzi.

“Ight now twerk on her,” Amari egged Azzi on.

Azzi got up from her lap, spreading Paige’s legs a little further. She watched Paige lick her lips while backing it up on her. She started grinding slowly— shaking, throwing, all while Paige couldn’t touch. What made it even worse is that Azzi’s ass always made her fold. Also the fact that the whole couch had their phones out recording. Eventually Azzi stopped and spun the bottle before sitting still. It landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“Kiss a body part of the other you want to cum on”

Aubrey reached for her glass and threw a shot back.

“Is it not kissable?” Jane giggled.

“Not in front of them,” Aubrey mumbled. She spun the bottle and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Lick whipped cream off her tits”

Aubrey held her hand out, “We’re skipping that! I ain’t as brave as Azzi,” referring to her flashing Paige last game. Azzi giggled as Amari and Ray were now out. They spun and it landed back on Azzi and Paige.

“Suck P off,” Amari tried one last time to shake their confidence in not drinking.

Azzi covered her mouth with her hands and Paige looked hot and bothered to say the least. Azzi looked back at her, gauging if it was too much. When she saw Paige’s breathing not slow down, she got up to get the strap. The group was in awe, but at the same time not shocked knowing the two to do crazy shit no matter the audience. Azzi came back and helped Paige slip her legs into it. She knew people were videoing so she wanted to put on a show. She made sure Paige was watching her before she started. They held eye contact as she stuck her tongue out, tapping the tip to it a couple times. She swirled her tongue and then spit on it. She used her hand to stroke the spit around the dick, wetting it for her mouth. She closed her lips around it, bobbing her head slow—and then fast. She pushed herself all the way to the base of the strap so her lips were against Paige and the dick was hitting the back of her throat. She made a small gagging noise that had Paige letting out a quiet whimper. Azzi felt Paige buck her hips slightly, making the dick go further. She slid her mouth up and down a few more times before pulling off with a pop sound. She looked at Paige, who looked like she already endured multiple rounds of the filthiest sex, yet she hadn’t even been properly touched.

“Alright, I’ve seen enough,” Ray said while pulling Amari up.

The girls on the couch ended the video and sent it to the couple with their craziest text captions they could think of. At some point the group faded while Paige and Azzi seemed to tune them out. Azzi stayed in Paige’s lap until there was complete silence.

After everyone trickled out of the dorm, Azzi leaned in Paige’s ear.

“Do you remember what mommy wanted you to do to her last time?”

Paige’s breath caught, but she nodded.

“Good. Because I want you to do that for me. Right now. I want you to spank me across your lap. Doing it until I cry. I want you to fuck me deep daddy,” Azzi purred, in a low rough voice.

Paige rolled her head to the side, immediately dripping at the words Azzi spoke. Azzi took the strap off Paige and uncuffed her hands.

Azzi stood up in front of her. She reached for the hem of her tank top, and pulled it over her head. Then she pulled down her shorts, the ones Paige always said made her ass look the fattest. She was now just standing in her bra and thong. She started moving back to Paige’s lap, but before she could sit, Paige stopped her.

“Uh uh. Those too,” she nodded to her undergarments.

Azzi smirked but obeyed. She unclasped her bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms, then flung it to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers in her thong and stripped that off too. Paige stood up, gripping Azzi’s hips hard. She pulled her close and dipped her voice. “Go to the room and wait for daddy.”

Azzi looked up at her with those eyes. The ones that had a hint of challenge in them. “What if I don’t?”

Paige gripped harder on her hips, probably hard enough to bruise later. “Go. To. The. Room.” she gritted through her teeth.

Azzi didn’t move again, so Paige took it into her own hands. Literally. She spun Azzi around and spanked her. Then she gave her a push toward the bedroom.

“You wanna slut around? Go!”

Azzi didn’t look back, but Paige knew she still had that smug look on her face. Paige picked up her clothes from the floor, looking at them. She grabbed Azzi’s thong and got an idea. She shoved them in her pocket for later.

Paige walked into the room and saw Azzi sitting on the bed, kneeling back just how Paige likes her. Paige threw the clothes on the floor, then grabbed the vibrating dildo from the nightstand. She walked to Azzi slowly. When her legs met the edge of the bed, she leaned her hands onto the mattress and got close to Azzi’s face.

“We don’t talk back to daddy, do we?” she posed in her scratchy voice.

Azzi’s eyes were big, dazed. She shook her head, resting her hands on her thighs.

Paige grabbed the back of Azzi’s neck with one hand, pulling the nape of her curls slightly.

“Baby c’mon you know better. Use your words for daddy.”

Azzi’s lips parted, letting her warm breath graze Paige’s face. “No, daddy. I’m sorry,” she apologized with innocent looking eyes.

“It’s okay baby. Lay on daddy’s lap now,” Paige said sitting on the edge of the bed.

Azzi crawled over her so her ass was right over Paige’s lap and arched slightly in the air. Her face was laid sideways in the sheets. Paige could see that Azzi was already soaking. She could see droplets running down her thighs. Paige pulled the thong out of her pocket.

“Put your hands behind your back for me babygirl.”

Azzi pulled her hands back and clasped them together. Paige stretched the panties around her wrists and tied them together. She started rubbing circles on her ass, not letting Azzi know when she would move. Azzi was whimpering, high and whiny.

Paige finally let crack hit Azzi’s ass. She jolted but Paige held her firm.

“C’mon mama, you can take it. Take it like a good girl. You’re not a bad girl are you?” Paige said with a condescending tone.

Azzi whimpered and shook her head.

Paige let another slap hit her ass, “Bad girl. What’d I say about using your words?” Her tone was a bit more intense this time.

“Unh—I’m sorry daddy—mm”

Another slap.

“Fuck—unnhhh—I’m not a bad girl”

Another slap.

“Daddy please—unh—fuck”

Another slap.

“Please daddy—fuck”

Another slap fell harder on her already reddened cheeks, “Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me—please daddy”

Paige grabbed the toy, the one with the veiny six inch dildo that vibrates. Azzi only got this toy when she was acting bratty.

“Spread your legs a little baby,” Paige said while looking at her pussy. Azzi spread open, shifting her legs and arching a bit more. Her lips were pink and aching, popping from between her legs. Paige loved this sight. Getting to ruin Azzi and her not being able to do anything about it. Paige took the toy that wasn’t on yet and started running it through her folds. Azzi’s pussy was already sopping from the foreplay of the game and the spanking from Paige.

“What do you want baby? Want daddy in this pussy?” she asked as she slapped Azzi’s pussy with her hand.

“Want me to fill you up?” Paige’s voice had a low vibrato to it.

Azzi whimpered, trying to arch into the feeling of the toy, “Please daddy—please!”

Paige slid the tip of the toy into Azzi’s drenched pussy, “Good girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”

Azzi’s jaw went slack with a silent scream. Paige pushed the toy in all the way and pumped it in a few times before turning on the vibration.

“Hah unnnnhhh—Paige!”

She spanked Azzi with a hard crack to her ass, “Not my name.”

“Unh—daddy—s’good mmmm”

Paige spanked her again while the toy vibrated the walls of her cunt. Paige kept pumping it in and out, changing her pace from slow to fast gradually. Azzi was writhing on Paige’s lap. Squirming animalistically.

Paige spanked her again, “Stay still mama. You can take it.” She kept spanking her. Over and over. Each slap harder than the next. Her ass was blooming in red patches.

Azzi was close. Tears were streaming down her face. Mascara smeared. But Paige looked at her face smushed in the sheets, thinking she looked absolutely perfect. Azzi was moaning—growling for Paige to let her cum. Paige quickened her pace of the dildo, making Azzi feel every inch. She increased the level of vibration and began spanking her repeatedly. Never stopping.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Paige asked in a low voice—with a hint of tease to it.

Azzi choked on her words, her voice being scratchy. “Yes—fuck yes”

Paige smacked her ass again and pushed the toy in impossibly deeper into Azzi. “I don’t know. Do you deserve to cum?

Azzi whimpered, sobbing harder.

“After bein all crazy out there. Actin like a slut in front of everybody. Throwing ass on me. Suckin daddy’s dick while everyone watched. Showin our tape for free.”

Azzi cried out, begging for anything. “Please daddy please—I’ll be a good girl—unh-promise”

Paige relented, “Beggin like a good girl. C’mon mama.. cum for me”

Azzi didn’t just cum from Paige’s ministrations. She gushed—squirted. Everywhere. So hard it pushed the toy out of her and shot onto Paige’s lap.

Paige turned the toy off and threw it to the side. “Aww did daddy make you squirt?” she mocked.

Azzi nodded, breathless and eyes fluttering closed, face still resting in the sheets. Paige slapped her pussy again, making more of her slick squirt out. Azzi smiled, face flushed and body going limp laying over Paige’s legs. Paige undid the thong around Azzi’s wrists and tossed it up by her head. Paige rubbed circles on Azzi’s ass, calming her down from her high—but not calming the energy of the room.

“You good mama?” Paige asked, moving out from under her and laying by her.

Azzi opened her eyes and finally lifted onto her elbow. She scooted forward so her face was right against Paige’s. “Mhmmm,” she hummed while smirking.

Paige raised her eyebrow and rested her hands behind her head. “Oh?”

Azzi nodded and climbed on her hands and knees. She straddled Paige’s hips, Paige still having her hands behind her head. Azzi reached down between her legs, collecting her slick on her fingers. She wiped it up the length of Paige’s throat and sucked the trail all the way to Paige’s mouth. She met Paige’s lips in a kiss. Paige tasted how sweet Azzi was and tried deepening the kiss, but Azzi pulled back.

“Uh uh.. mommy’s gonna work her magic now. And you don’t get to touch yet.”

Paige scoffed trying to reach out for her but Azzi pinned her wrists right back where they were.

“I said no touching. Mommy’s gonna do what she wants now,” Azzi rasped out in a seductive voice. Paige watched her get off the bed and walk to the box in the corner. The box full of their new purchases. Paige laid breathless and eager on the bed. Still fully covered on the outside, but still feeling completely exposed. Azzi walked back with everything Paige was expecting, and dreading—but also wanting at the same time. Azzi had the handcuffs, the vibrator, a nipple chain, and the damn leg spreader. She also didn’t forget about her thong laying by them.

Paige’s breath stuttered when Azzi climbed on the bed with everything. Azzi set the stuff aside and straddled Paige again. “Raise your arms baby.”

Azzi discarded Paige’s shirt and sports bra, throwing them off to the side. She kissed her way down her pale chest and toned stomach. She reached the waistband of Paige’s shorts, sliding them down her legs slowly. Paige was now only in her boxers. She knew there was a wet patch—actually more than a wet patch. It was more like a puddle. She started dripping when she made Azzi squirt.

“Did mommy do this to you? Azzi asked as she rubbed her fingers over the slick seeping through.

Paige whimpered and nodded, “Mhm”

Azzi smirked and pulled the boxers down, revealing Paige’s wet pussy. Azzi threw the clothes off the bed and reached for the leg spreader. She locked Paige’s ankles and spread the bar apart. She crawled back up to Paige’s upper half, guiding Paige to sit up. Paige sat up and Azzi cuffed her hands low behind her back. Paige laid back down, hair splayed messily beneath her, face flushed. Her chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Azzi picked up her next item: two clips for her nipples connected by a chain. Azzi knew Paige liked when she played with her nipples, and this helped intensify the sensations to them. Azzi clipped them around the already hardened buds. Paige immediately moaned at the feeling. Becoming more sensitive to the cold breeze of the room. Azzi dipped her head down and gave kitten licks to each small slit of the peaks. She watched Paige’s face scrunch in pleasure, lips parting but not letting any noise come out. Before she moved again, Azzi took her thong still laying by them and stretched it in front of Paige’s face. Paige already knew what Azzi wanted. She opened her mouth slightly, letting Azzi tie it around her head as a gag. Paige lets her tongue run over the fabric, letting Azzi’s slick grace her tastebuds.

“Tastes good huh?” Azzi asked rhetorically. Paige just moaned as she made her way back down, taking the vibrator in her hand. She slid the vibrator through her folds, coating her pussy in her wetness. Paige was squirming underneath her, giving Azzi another idea. Azzi got off the bed again and grabbed some more tools. She got the shock collar and other leg restraint. Paige almost choked on the thong when she walked back over. Azzi climbed up by Paige’s legs. She wrapped the belt-like restraint around the blonde’s thighs so she couldn’t move her knees. Then she moved back up to Paige’s face. She placed a kiss on her forehead before clicking the collar around her neck. Paige’s eyes fluttered but didn’t close fully.

Azzi reached for the vibrator and clicked it on. Paige expected her to rub it over her cunt again, but instead Azzi pressed it to one of her nipples. Paige jolted at the overwhelming buzz shooting straight to her core. She couldn’t help but choke out a moan, somewhat muffled by the makeshift gag. Azzi moved the vibrator over to her other nipple, see how she left the other one pink and hypersensitive.

“I know you like this. You like how I will do things in front of people and then do whatever I want to you in here.” Azzi said while still moving the vibrator down her body.

Paige nodded, whimpering something but it was muffled by Azzi’s thong. The brunette didn’t seem to care and slid the vibrator into Paige’s soaked pussy. She made sure the outside part hit her clit just right, wanting Paige to feel everything. Azzi crawled up to straddle Paige’s stomach.

“I’m gonna ride you while you try not to cum,” Azzi said while flicking Paige’s nipples. She whimpered high at her girlfriend’s actions, already feeling her stomach coil in that familiar place. Azzi clicked the remote to the shock collar to the pulse setting, allowing for the girl under her to feel sharp zaps to her throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to send heat straight to her core. Azzi started grinding down on Paige’s abs, feeling the taut muscles against her clit and puffy folds. Paige was subconsciously tensing and clenching her abs every time a shock came through. Azzi slid herself over Paige’s naval, catching her clit there and moaning out. Then she’d grind higher over her ribs. She could feel each ridge on her folds, and all Paige could do was watch.

The vibrator was still working inside Paige, and watching Azzi on top of her with the shocks beating around her throat—she was close. Azzi could tell. She noticed how Paige’s moans were turning to jumbled whines. She leaned down over Paige’s chest and grabbed her jaw with her hand.

“Watch me while you cum,” she said with no room for teasing. Her fingers were firm on Paige’s jaw. Azzi kept eye contact while she pursed her lips and let a string of spit fall and hit her girlfriend’s nipple.

“Mmmph—fuu-” Paige moaned at the contact. Azzi spit on the other one too, then took the chain off of her nipples. Paige felt the spit trickle down more of her tits now that they were free. Azzi started grinding faster, moaning as she rode Paige harder. She increased the vibrator and the shock collar, wanting Paige to cum with her. Azzi slapped Paige’s tits, making her twitch at another aggressive stimulus. Azzi was bouncing at this point on the older girl’s body, making her own tits bounce up and down. That’s what did it for Paige. The sight of Azzi—doing whatever she wanted. Paige arched with a muffled scream, tensing at all the ways Azzi was wrecking her. Azzi came right after, letting her arousal leak down the valley of the blonde’s tits all the way to her belly button. Paige went limp under her girlfriend, thighs twitching sporadically from the vibrator. She choked on her sobs as Azzi climbed off and pulled out the vibrator. She turned off the shock collar and undid the restraints on her legs. Azzi rubbed her hands into her thighs for a second before crawling up to her face. She untied the thong and removed it from Paige’s mouth.

“You did so good baby,” Azzi coaxed as she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She helped roll Paige onto her side so she could uncuff her hands. Azzi pushed everything off the bed, making room for her to settle right next to Paige. She brushed the hair from her face and kissed the tears away from her cheeks. She pulled her onto her chest and tugged the covers over them.

“You okay baby?” Azzi whispered, scratching her back.

Paige could barely move but she mustered out a, “Fuck yes”

Azzi giggled and mushed their faces up against each other, wanting no space between them. “Is that the BDSM shit you were talkin about?”

Paige hid her face further into Azzi and she laughed softly, “Yes hoe.. and now I can’t walk.”

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s shoulders and held her closer, “Then I did it right,” she said, teasing half soft.

“Mhmmm” the blonde murmured while nuzzling her lips against Azzi’s neck.

“Love you mama”

“I love you P,” Azzi fessed into Paige’s hair and lulling them both to sleep.

[sharlsworld]

soft lauch? - 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓 ✽

✿ carlos sainz x influencer!reader

✿ y/n and carlos try to soft launch their relationship but his millennial mind can’t comprehend the idea

✫ i got a little crazy at the end guys so i sincerely apologize for that also there’s a age gap…i’m sorry i’m obsessed with them sue me

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definitelynotyn

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definitelynotyn is it time to start soft launching?

carlossainz55 Mi corazón I need you to explain a soft launch to me again

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux everyone take a minute to pray for y/n

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landonorris LONGGGGG over due

⤷ definitelynotyn we’ve just been waiting for the right time

francisca.cgomes soft launch us? fs

⤷ definitelynotyn let’s go over the captions

⤷ carlossainz55 Alrighty then!

⤷ pierregasly idc how many years go by i’ll never get used to this

⤷ definitelynotyn cry about it

⤷ pierregasly i will

charles_leclerc You would hope so after almost 4 years of dating

⤷ definitelynotyn it’s not our fault we can keep a secret sharl

⤷ charles_leclerc What’s that supposed to mean 🤨

lilymhe carlos sainz deserves to be locked up for going after my little kitten when she turned 18 😾

⤷ carlossainz55 Your just mad I got rizz

⤷ lilymhe obviously not that good if your girl is eating lunch with me rn

⤷ carlossainz55 @definitelynotyn Come home baby the kids miss you

⤷ definitelynotyn omw 😍

⤷ lilymhe damn…someone took my bitch

georgerussell63 Nah i’m waiting for the hard launch engagement post

⤷ carlossainz55 😏

alex_albon bros gonna catch a case 😭

⤷ danielricciardo He’s ready to risk it all

🝮

yn

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yn so baby girl coded 🎀

charles_leclerc My eyes 😓

⤷ yn oh please spare me the dramatics

landonorris you two make me sick 🤢

⤷ yn all i’m seeing is a bunch of hating jealous bitches 🤧🥱

hoeforsainzzz guys…that watch looks pretty familiar

f1wags 👀👀👀

smoothoperator55 yk…i’ve spent some time memorizing the arms and hands of the f1 drivers and let me tell you…that’s gotta be carlos sainz 👁️👁️

ynstan4lyfe some of you guys need to except the fact that carlos and her are just friends and nothing more

carlossainz55 Lucky guy

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operatorsainz ik ya’ll seen that 🫣

danielricciardo How many times must I remind you that children are on this app

⤷ yn it’s not my fault if they see it the age requirement is 13 🤓

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 4 years with you by my side ♥️

charles_leclerc Tell her to cut her claws it looks like you asked a bear to scratch your back

⤷ hoeforsainzzz HELLOOOO??????

carlossainzappendix HELLO THATS THE SAME PICTURE Y/N POSTED IN HER SOFT LAUNCH STHU

landonorris bless carlos and his millennial mind 😞

iliveforcarlossainz welp this definitely wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card

hearts4lando SHUT THE HELL UP 4 YEARS AND WE HAD NO CLUE?

flowersforyn sooo…we’re not gonna talk about the 8 year age gap?

⤷ alex_albon no his lawyers are on speed dial he was ready to risk it all

⤷ yn shut up albono

yn oh baby 😭

⤷ carlossainz55 Did I do it wrong?

⤷ yn yeah but it’s the thought that counts

maxverstappen1 Almost had it mate

alexandrasaintmleux whoever didn’t pray for y/n this is your fault

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definitelynotyn

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definitelynotyn why is bro tryna rizz me up

francisca.cgomes HAHAHA HES SO OLD WHO TYPES WITH AUTO CAPS

⤷ carlossainz55 Mature adults

⤷ definitelynotyn excuse me?

⤷ carlossainz55 I can never win

⤷ lilymhe HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING UP HER SOFT LAUNCH

charles_leclerc He actually was sweating like a bitch when he realized he posted the same picture

lewishamilton Roscoe misses his godmother he’s in need for a visit

⤷ definitelynotyn stop i’m coming over tmr

oscarpiastri 29 year old spaniard seen running around paddock looking disheveled and almost in tears after the realization hit that he ruined his girlfriends soft launch

⤷ definitelynotyn thanks for the update osc

carlossainz55 Babe please i’m on my knees begging forgive me

⤷ landonorris stand up carlos

⤷ definitelynotyn don’t you have a race to lose or something?

⤷ landonorris maybe in a different lifetime…you aren’t my bully 😔

⤷ definitelynotyn oh go cry me a river

⤷ landonorris i will

alexandrasaintmleux i wish charles was this down bad for me

⤷ charles_leclerc Girl………..

⤷ yn is what you are? 🤣🤣🤣

⤷ charles_leclerc You are my biggest hater

⤷ definitelynotyn proudly

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yn

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yn ruined my soft launch but it’s ok cause the D is fire 🔥 yeah, i said it.

carlossainz55 Mi corazón es tuyo ♥️

⤷ yn ♥️

charles_leclerc You guys should pay for my therapy since i’ve spent the last 4 years sleeping in the room next to yours

⤷ carlossainz55 Get ear plugs

ynlos ik those bitches are like bunnies 🫣

hoeforsainzzz y/n giving us a little snack 😩

ynstan4lyfe i would like to take back what i said on her soft launch

danielricciardo Your pr managers are quaking with rage right now I know it

⤷ yn i was gonna say something but then i chose peace 😇

⤷ georgerussell63 That’s a first

⤷ yn alright bro your entire existence is a meme calm down 🤣🤣

⤷ georgerussell63 I can always count on you to make me cry

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 All mine

francisca.cgomes WOAH THERE BUDDY

arthur_leclerc that’s enough instagram for the day.

landonorris my poor eyes

yn best pillow 😇

⤷ carlossainz55 Just for you

ynissocutiepatootie her side profile 😍😍

ynsmywife carlos sainz can’t handle allat

carlando this altered my brain chemistry

carlitossainz brotha don’t know what to do with allat

charles_leclerc Every time I open this app man I can’t escape it 💔

⤷ yn is that a little bitch i hear?

⤷ charles_leclerc You wound me

maxverstappen1 Wasn’t prepared for that

carlossainz55 All you bitches can stay mad

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yns.asskisser

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yns.asskisser Date night with the missus

yn WOOF WOOF MEOW 😍😘😋👅🤤 SMASH SMASH SMASH YOU CAN HAVE IT ANY DAY ANY WHERE ANY TIME

⤷ yns.asskisser I love u mami

yn do you want head?

⤷ yns.asskisser Always baby 😘

⤷ charles_leclerc JUST BECAUSE THIS IS A PRIVATE ACCOUNT DOESNT MEAN OTHER PEOPLE CANT SEE IT

landonorris aw you sick bastard

lilymhe what is it finna play…WOAHHHH

alexandrasaintmleux i miss the person i was 10 seconds ago

francisca.cgomes you and y/n put 50 shades of grey to SHAME

alex_albon so who’s coming to church with me and lily on sunday? 😇

⤷ pierregasly me and kika

⤷ charles_leclerc Me and alexandra

⤷ oscarpiastri me and lily

⤷ danielricciardo Me

⤷ schecoperez Me

⤷ maxverstappen1 Me

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 Me

⤷ lewishamilton Me and roscoe

⤷ georgerussell63 Me and carmen

⤷ landonorris me

⤷ joris__trouche me

⤷ lance_stroll me

⤷ logansargeant me

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial Me

⤷ yn ya’ll mad i’m getting my world rocked every night 🤪🤪

♥︎ by author

[the-flaneur]

four-tune favours the bold (mv1)

pairing: max verstappen x alonso!reader [smau]

summary: having won his fourth world title, max finds no better time to tell your father that you're dating (and to maybe also get his blessing)

warnings: none (i think)

a/n: now that we finally have M4X (yipeeeeee), can we please get goatlonso back, preferably in the next few years (pls let the newey rocketship work)

[masterlist] [requests]

-> instagram

y/n_priv

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y/n_priv reactions after max told me he had told dad about us (he lied)

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blackdontcrack max stop sending your girlfriend into a heart attack, she's already getting one from your kids

fatherofthree she learnt that one from you and roscoe 💀 blackdontcrack HEY. my son is very well behaved

notnowinsnomore I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WONT JUST TELL HIM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD MAX

fatherofthree DO YOU WANT TO TELL HIM FOR ME 🤨🤨🤨 notnowinsnomore NO???? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DIE??? notnowinsnomore IT'S ALSO YOUR RELATIONSHIP, NOT MINE

honeyhoney you've got to give him like 10 years to process that you're even in the same social sphere as his daughter...good luck man

fatherofthree thanks dan 😖 fatherofthree padel later? y/n_priv no? we have our date??? 😧😧😧 honeyhoney you beating up max now y/nnie? y/n_priv 😁👍

yourbff_priv babes ditch the men for me 😍

y/n_priv yes wifey 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 fatherofthree @/yourbff_priv stop stealing MY girlfriend yourbff_priv skill issue

fatherofthree

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fatherofthree stopped her from becoming blonde and still got kisses xoxo

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notnowinsnomore that second picture is exactly is what's gonna put you on top of fernando's kill list

fatherofthree no it wont notnowinsnomore yes it will inchident_no1 yes it will blackdontcrack yes it will honeyhoney yes it will ima5starmichelin yes it will buzzlightyear yes it will y/n_priv yes it will fatherofthree ok maybe it will. but fernando doesn't need to know

inchident_no1 your rendition of my heart goes on is truly...

y/n_priv truly what CHARLES? say it with your pussy fatherofthree YEAH WHAT SHE SAID inchident_no1 rubbish 🙄 y/n_priv BOOOOOOO YOU'RE RUBBISH

y/n_priv

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y/n_priv PUTTING IT ALL ON BLACK! VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY 🤩 YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US AT THE MGM UNTIL THURSDAY MORNING @/f1

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inchident_no1 should've bet on red 😉 wouldn't have lost you 100k

spicysugarbaby agreed 🤭 blackdontcrack well i SEVERELY disagree since we won 250k on the next spin on black so.... fatherofthree I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU'VE ALREADY BET 250K??? y/n_priv yeah but it's an investment babe 😘

antman can i join you guys? 🥺🥺🥺

y/n_priv not yet little kimi, in another three years (i think; i'll take you to the casino then myself ☺️) y/n_priv and yes you too @/we_are_barebears we_are_barebears YESSSSS 😌

f1 can i come over pls pls

y/n_priv of course admin ❤️ f1 yay 😁

-> messages

-> instagram

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yourusername feeling right at home here, dressed and betting on red

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user1 HOLY LORD MOTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO SERVE CUNT IN THE PADDOCK 🥵🥵🥵

user2 the sexy spanish alonso genes are real with this one yourusername i would hope so! 🥱 user3 istg ive never seen a spanish person look bad in red

user4 GOD REALLY GIVES US Y/N AS AN APOLOGY CAUSE HOW DOES SHE EXIST????

user5 she's literally a goddess on earth user6 the face economy is unreal with her 😍 yourusername cant just be a nepo baby, gotta make papa proud 😘

user7 super hyped for vegas now that you're here with us y/n 🤩

user8 hopefully we see another alonso top 10 (i can copium for a top 6) user9 he will literally dnf everyone if it means y/n gets to see him podium or win again (2023 was literally iconic) yourusername papa will be ready to make stroll do crashgate 😉 (but i've asked him to refrain for this weekend) user10 ya'll y/n's cooking 😌😌😌

user11 ERM ANYONE GONNA BRING UP PIC 3 CAUSE....

user12 YA'LL GIRLIE I WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING user13 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 user14 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 yourusername no comment 🥺👉👈 user15 whoever that is do be looking fine affff user16 also probably fearing for his life, considering she's got like ten godfathers and then over twenty drivers ready to bash a man for her 💀💀💀

user17 THE FERRARI AURA IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE 😆

fernandoalo_oficial who's that princessa

yourusername i will tell you soon papa 😁

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 suited up and ready to take on vegas. 💪 bring on the race 🎰

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user18 STILL COOKING WITH A SLIGHTLY COOKED CAR, LETS GET TITLE NUMBER 4 💪💪💪

user19 literally salivating over pic one, cause he's so fine 🥵

user20 waiting for "2024 fia f1 world champion is max verstappen"

user21 SIMPLY LOVELY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO A STRONG POSITION

user22 getting the ladies i see in pic two 🤣

user23 he knows what he wants, and what he's going to get afterwards 😏

user24 VIVA LAS VEGASSSSSS, GETTING READY TO RUMBLE

-> twitter

-> irl

as max stepped out of the cockpit of his red bull - his gloved hands trembling slightly - he could feel the relief coursing through him, palpable even under the thick layers of his racing suit and balaclava. the cold autumn air nipped at his damp skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions.

after a very, very long season, filled with challenges both in and out of the car, he had finally done it…he had won his fourth world championship. 

as he stood there under the vegas lights, savoring this triumphant moment in front of the roaring crowd, his thoughts drifted to you.

throughout the year, your presence had always been a beacon amidst the chaos, a constant reminder of what truly mattered to him beyond the roar of engines and the glare of millions of fans. as he ran towards his team, his chest pounding and blood rushing in his ears, he thought of your earlier message, and his heart swelled with affection for you. he knew now was finally the perfect opportunity to share his love for you with the rest of the world.

as you watched max leap into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name, you tried furiously to blink away the tears. your boyfriend had finally achieved his fourth world title, and he was making both of your wishes come true.

walking over to the other drivers, max felt the hand of another behind him. turning around, the butterflies in his stomach heaved once again, coming face to face with your father, fernando alonso. max's exuberant gaze locked onto the figure before him, and as their eyes met, max felt the familiar flutter of nervousness in his chest, a sensation he'd grown accustomed to whenever thinking of you and your father.

"max," fernando greeted him warmly, extending a strong hand. "congratulations. you've earned every bit of this championship." max clapped his hand firmly, trying to hide the slight tremble behind his grin. "thank you, fernando,”

max blushed for a second, as fernando leant up to pinch his cheeks, while also grinning widely at him. as fernando's gaze lingered on max, he thought for a second that he had found out about the two of you, and was instead ready to pull him by the cheek in for a very obvious threat and kick to the balls.

"i must say," fernando began, his tone sincere, "you've shown remarkable resilience this season. much like myself. i hope to see you continue working hard for many years," his words carried a hint of approval.

max swallowed hard, his mind racing, as he opened his mouth to speak.

“i-i’m dating your daughter,” max’s heart pounded in his chest, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. fernando’s expression remained jubilant, but there was a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.

“i…i didn’t know she was seeing someone,” fernando said slowly, his voice low and controlled, as he waved to the crowd, whilst pulling max towards the other drivers. there was no denying the facts now – fernando knew about their relationship. and while max couldn’t read the older man’s thoughts, he felt a surge of nervous energy course through him. would this revelation change things? between him and fernando?

as if sensing his turmoil, fernando turned back around abruptly, causing max to jump slightly.

fernando studied max intently, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "but i'm glad to hear that it's you max. my daughter deserves nothing less than the best."

with those words, fernando extended his hand once more, this time with a newfound warmth that spoke volumes. max grasped it firmly, sealing a silent pact between them. as they released their grip, fernando placed a hand on max's shoulder, pulling him in. "but listen closely mijo," he said, still grinning but his voice low and conspiratorial, "you mess with my daughter, and i will not hesitate to run you off the track or run you over. if you care for her, then show her that she's your number one priority, both on and off the track."

max felt a chill run down his spine at fernando's warning, but he also sensed a strange kind of respect behind it. this was a man who protected his family fiercely, and max wanted nothing more than to earn his place within that circle.

"yes, sir," he replied fervently, meeting fernando's intense stare head-on. "she is my priority, always. i promise you, i'll do whatever it takes to make her happy and keep her safe." fernando studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. finally, he gave a curt nod, releasing max's shoulder.

"alright then," he said, "just remember what i told you. and welcome to the family, officially." as fernando walked away, max took a deep breath, his mind already racing. he glanced around at the celebrating crowd, their faces alight with joy and admiration, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.

but more than anything, max yearned to share this moment with you, to bask in the glow of his victory together and celebrate the love that had sustained him throughout the season. max scanned the bustling crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of your familiar features amidst the sea of faces. spotting you lingering nervously near the red bull personnel, he pushed through the throng of people, making a beeline directly for you. as he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the look of pure adoration etched across his handsome features. his dark hair was damp with sweat, his broad shoulders still trembling slightly from the exertion of the race. but his eyes shone brightly with triumph and something far warmer - his love for you.

"y/n!" he called out, his voice ringing above the din of the party. pulling you through the celebrating crowd, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.

your laughter mingled with the roar of the crowd as max set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. he gazed into your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. in that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss.

"y/n," max whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "i did it. we did it." he pressed his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin and the closeness that came with sharing such an intimate moment.

your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your lips met in a searing kiss, pouring years of shared dreams and unspoken promises into that single, passionate gesture. the world around them melted away as max lost himself in the taste and feel of your lips, his body molding perfectly against yours. his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if mapping out the path to your heart.

when you finally broke apart, both panting for air, max rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "i want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night in your arms."

he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box that had been burning a hole there since the day he decided to propose. max dropped to one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration. the crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation palpable in the air.

with trembling hands, max opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled within. the stone glittered under the bright lights of the track, casting glittering cascades of light across your face.

"y/n," max began, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, "from the moment we met, you've been the driving force behind everything i've achieved. your love, support, and unwavering belief in me have pushed me to become the best version of myself, both on and off the track."

he paused, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"marry me," max breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "become my wife. let's race through life together because i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and no one else, i love you,"

with a shaky nod, you sank to your knees before him, cupping his face in your hands as you peppered his cheeks with tender kisses. "yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "a thousand times yes."

max slid the ring onto your finger, and pulling you up with him to your feet. spinning you around once more, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. the crowd surged forward, enveloping you both in a sea of congratulations and well-wishes, their excitement nearly tangible in the air.

as the celebrations continued around them, max pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about the depth of his love and commitment. in that moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most, max knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of victories, both on and off the track.

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yourusername

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yourusername I LOVE LAS VEGAS BABYYYYY 😘 but in all honesty, i'm so so so proud of you max (more than words or actions could ever express). seeing you grow throughout the past four years into the champion you are today, is more than any gift i could ever receive. there were far more battles and challenges from this season, but you rose above them every time. you are a champion, both on and off the racetrack and you will never be alone in this world, as long as i'm here. keep them coming baby. i love you, forever and always 🧡

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maxverstappen1 i love you very much schatje, thank you for always being there for me 😘

fernandoalo_oficial i am very happy for the both of you 😁👍

yourusername thank you papa ☺️ promise me you wont shunt into max next race? fernandoalo_oficial no promises sorry princessa 🤭

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 four time world champion baby!!! a season full of challenges, but with the support, dedication and the effort of the team, this result would not have been possible 🙌 a huge thank you to all involved for this incredible achievement 👏

and i just want to say the biggest thank you to the love of my life, my girlfriend of four years, and now my fiancee, y/n alonso. i love you so much, and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you (even if your dad wants to run me over now)

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yourusername i love you more than anything else in this world maxie 🧡

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[menagerofmischief]

Fan Favorite (FC43)

summary: franco and y/n are everyone's favorite couple in the paddock. they serve, fans eat it up - simple as that.

franco colapinto x driver!reader

based on two different requests I got

cw: google translated spanish, lando and y/n are friends but they're hating on each other, franco is a simp, smidge of williams slander

fc: emily carey

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francolapinto: te amo mucho, mi corazon

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comments:

yourusername: te amo <3

user3442: oh to be franco colapinto

user332: franco can you fight?

landonorris: that last photo was a bit tmi

yourusername: no one made you look norizz landonorris: you're so mean

ynupdates: when I'm in a who's a bigger y/n fan competition but my opponent is franco

francolapinto: my beautiful girl

user33: dude this is your own post

user201: oh to be loved the way franco loves y/n

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yourusername: it's race weekend baby!

tagged: francolapinto, williamsracing

comments:

williamsracing: our favorite driver is back in the garadge

francolapinto: mi hermosa novia

francolapinto: mygirlmygirlmygirl

user323: another day of franco being in the likes before me

user22: franco's in the likes before the photos are even posted atp

landonorris: can't wait to outscore you again

yourusername: dude I'm driving a williams?! yourusername: admin don't look

ynnation: prettiest driver

ynupdates: franco looking at y/n is all of us

comments:

user221: no because that caption is so real

ynsbettercar: they're so obsessed with each other it's not even fair

f1fanat1c: find someone who looks at you the way franco looks at y/n

user553: so real, because if he's not like this then I don't want him

mclursa: praying for a relationship like theirs

th3ssf: they are the standard

livelughsformula: no because this is how franco looks at y/n 😍

user44: I too would look at my girlfriend like that if she was y/n l/n

f1wagupdates: y/n and franco spotted out having breakfast

comments:

oneonef: love how f1 wags posted this

user443: franco is y/n's wag first, williams driver second

ynupdates: fav couple

user090: they're so cute together

usrrs: having a relationship like theirs is not a want it's a need atp

usef1: mama and papa

user442: same, except I'm older than them

userrr: franco and y/n are why I believe in love

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yourusername: national boyfriend day post

tagged: francolapinto

comments:

francolapinto: ai corazon, you said you wouldn't post these

yourusername: I lied

username43: franco looks so cute with those glasses

use221: why is he looking at me like that

landonorris: the 3rd picture is unsettling me

yourusername: scroll away bitch landonorris: *gasp*

francolapinto: te amo te amo te amo

yourusername: <3

carmenmmundt: I came here for a pretty girl instead I got a Franco post

yourusername: you can come over instead ;) francolapinto: on a post appreciating me? yourusername: shh fran, I'm shooting my shot

userrrsa: googling how to become franco colapinto, brb

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francolapinto: girlfriend appreciation post

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comments:

yourusername: you said the first picture would never see light of day

francolapinto: not nice being lied to is it?

user443: y/n's slaying no matter what

userrr2: mother is mothering

user445: franco can you fight?

francolapinto: 👍👍

yourusername: idk if I feel appreciated enough

francolapinto: wait until I get back home and I'll appreciate you some more user003: do you need a third?

user332: y/n l/n the most beautiful woman

thsfd3: get mother something better than a williams pls

user992: if they break up I'll kill myself, no cap

userrrw: real

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙one of the girls | DR3 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: none just fluff, pretty short too

summary: in which your new boyfriend is adopted into your friendship group as if he was one of the girls

a/n: this is saur funnie to me & lbr it's me & my bffs only wish in life to go for pints with daniel & this request inspired me af

request!!!: hiiiii can i pls req daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader pleaseeeee kiss kiss kiss

my masterlist

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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yourusername posted a story

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yourbff pints

friend1 pints

friend2 pints

danielricciardo pints?

yourusername YES PINTS

user1 PINTS!!!

user2 lol i love u y/n

user3 pints pints pints

yourusername

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yourusername self explanatory really

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user4 funniest wag tbh

user5 i wish i could go on a night out with them omg

user6 same omg my dream

maxverstappen1 i wasnt invited?

yourusername are you one of the girls, max?

maxverstappen1 im a man?

yourusername see there's ur first problem

user7 LOL he absolutely has no idea what she's on about whatsoever

user8 daniel dating a british girl is my fav thing ever

user9 literally especially a northern girl and not jus a rich girl from london 😭😭

user10 fr im obsessed with her she dgaf

user11 she is so jarring

user12 u jus dont get her tbh

danielricciardo woo hoo

yourusername lol i am obsessed with you.

user13 HAHAHA what? she's so me

yourbff BEER CIRCLE BEER CIRCLE

friend2 it's a heart ❤️!

danielricciardo beer heart. where have you been y/bff/n

yourbff sorry i was busy drinking the beer not analysing what shape it was in.

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourbff

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yourbff beach day with the girls!!! and daniel

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user21 and daniel omg HAHA

user22 he's actually one of the girls omg i thought it was a joke...

landonorris my invite got lost?

yourusername YOU DONT DESERVE ONE

landonorris oh.

yourbff hahahahaha

danielricciardo sorry lando 🤐

user23 y/n & her one sided beef w lando is all of us

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user24 oh to be in this friend group

user25 not the weirdest f1 related friend group

yourusername love my girls!!! and my daniel

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friend2 hahahah we love him too! thts our girl

friend1 FR!!!!! one of us one of us

danielricciardo omg i've never felt so welcome in my life... #newhome

yourbff honorary brit 🇬🇧

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹

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user26 the giiiirls

user27 you & the girls again!

maxverstappen1 miss you babe

danielricciardo 😂 see you in aus soon i hope

landonorris are any of them single 👀

danielricciardo not for you, no

landonorris boo 👎

user28 such a cute lil family

user29 cant tell if im more jealous of daniel, y/n, or her friends

yourusername posted a story

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user30 stop it

user31 #1 wag forever and ever

user32 THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR A RANDOM THURSDAY MORNING

maxverstappen1 😍😍😍

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user33 FREE USSS

user34 jealous

yourbff pints pints pints tonight?

yourusername obviously

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instagram ->

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo my home 🇦🇺 away from home 🇬🇧

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user40 no beers in the photo dump 😮

user41 let me guess ur on photographer duty

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user42 the third pic ahhhh so cute

user43 oh to be ✨ them ✨

friend2 our fav aussie always!!!

danielricciardo im honoured truly

friend1 we never wanna leave

yourbff let's all live here woohoo

danielricciardo true. im down

yourusername YIPPPEEE

user44 ugh me when

landonorris i can make the next trip :)

danielricciardo oh where you going?

yourusername & who with? coz i know it isnt us

landonorris ...worth a try i guess

yourusername I LOVE YOU!!!

danielricciardo i love you my sweet girl

THE END 💙

[moonstruckme]

OMGGGGGGG

the first kiss was so cute!!! perfect!! james was so sweet and gentle w her😍😭😭

can’t wait to see there dynamic from now on

Thank you gorgeous! I held onto this so I'd have something to post this last part to, hope you don't mind <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

James is buzzing while he makes breakfast the next morning. Golden morning light pours in through the front windows, brightening the kitchen and warming his back where he stands in front of the stove, the buttery smell of pancake batter wafting up from the pan. He’d gone to bed later than usual last night and slept hard but woke jittery, desperate to do something about the commotion in his chest. 

A run hadn’t done it, nor had replaying the previous night in his head, and now he’s convinced he won’t be able to rest until he can kiss you again. It’s your fault, really. Your little sighs, your careful touches, the way you’d tugged at the roots of his hair when he asked you to, like all this time you’d only been waiting for permission. You’ve fucked him. James will never be able to get over it. Now, all he can think about is getting more. 

He’s made more pancakes than a family of five could eat when he hears the stair creak. 

“Good morning,” he says, turning around just as you pad into the kitchen, quiet as a ghost. 

Your eyes are bleary, but they still manage to widen slightly as you take him in, along with the precarious tower of pancakes beside him. You’re in that sweatshirt he loves so much, sleeves hanging limply from your hands and hem hitting just above your knees. 

“Morning,” you say, softer than soft. 

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” 

You shrug, not quite looking at him. “Fine. You?” 

James grins. “Beautifully. You want some pancakes?” 

Your gaze goes again to the stack beside him, and he can practically see the quip brewing in your eyes. Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. Are you planning to feed an army?

“Sure,” you say in that same quiet voice. “Thanks.” 

James studies you, intrigued. “Great. C’mere, sweetheart.” 

He plates up a few pancakes, keeping one eye on you as he does. You seem disinclined to look even in his general direction, finding distractions with the stove, your plate, the weather outside. 

“How’s this?” He turns around with the plate. You take it cautiously, by the complete opposite end to avoid any possibility of making contact with his hand. James’ heart warms at the way your fingers just peek out from the sleeve of your sweatshirt to grasp the plate. He wants to kiss you until you don’t know what day it is. “Too many? Not enough?” 

“This is good.” 

“Yeah?” He doesn’t let go of the plate. He tilts his head, trying to catch your eye, but you evade him. He has a hunch that if he were to touch your face (and god, does he want to) he’d find it burning hot. “Are you alright?” 

Your eyes flit up to his for a half a second before fleeing again. You hum, the sound tense and pitchy. “Mhm.” 

“You sure?” he asks, matching your soft tone. “Don’t go getting shy on me now.” 

You look like you stop breathing. 

And ordinarily James might feel bad, but post-kiss James cannot be prevailed upon to treat you as cautiously as he ordinarily might. Unfortunately for you, your secret’s out. You’re lovely, you’d said, voice soft and breathy and mere inches from his own mouth, I like having you around. I do. I really like you. Also unfortunately for you, post-kiss James knows things. 

He slips his palm alongside your face, working his hand behind your ear and letting his fingers burrow into the hair behind it. You melt, leaning into the touch. Your eyes meet his. 

It’s grueling work to keep from smiling. “What’s wrong, angel?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say, still quietly but now with more of yourself in your voice. 

“Really? Because you’re acting like we’ve just met.” 

“Don’t you—don’t things feel different to you?” You seem almost distressed, eyebrows hooking upwards just slightly, pretty eyes imploring. Your voice softens again, now more with intimacy than reticence. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk with you about.” 

James lets his smile loose, thumbing at the skin behind your ear before letting you go. “We can talk about anything you want,” he says simply, grabbing his own plate and leading you into the living room. 

You’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table but almost never use it, each preferring to eat your meals on the couch. He flops down, careful not to tip his pancakes onto the cushion as he crosses his legs underneath him like you’re at a sleepover. 

“So, have any fun dreams last night?”  

You smile. It’s as heart-stoppingly lovely as always, and James thinks his own probably doubles in magnitude in response. 

“A couple,” you admit. 

“Oh? What about?” 

Your smile goes sheepish, bottom lip slipping in between your teeth as if to impede its progress. You fork clinks against the plate as you start cutting up your pancake. 

James’ brain short-circuits. 

“You were in my dream,” he blurts. 

Your eyes flit up to his warily. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It was one of those weird, super vivid dreams where nothing really happens, you know?” You seem to relax a bit. James douses his pancakes in syrup, starting to cut them up as he talks. “We were here, and someone had spilled something on the rug—probably Sirius, to be honest—and it made this huge stain. I’d tried to pour baking soda on it, but the whole box had collapsed and it got everywhere. We were both sitting right there scrubbing with literal toothbrushes, and I think I was worried you’d be upset with me but you were just laughing.” His heart warms at the pseudo-memory, the hazy feeling of contentment that had permeated the dream. The sound of your laugh, exactly as sweet as in real life. “Your hands were totally covered in baking soda, and the rug was ruined, but we were both laughing our heads off.” 

You’re smiling again, a small, knowing thing. “Had you said something to make us laugh?” 

“No,” he says honestly, “I think it was you.” 

James is aware that he’s barely functioning. It’s almost too much to talk and cut his pancakes at the same time while you’re looking at him like that, like he’s the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen. It makes it both a relief and a disappointment when you drop your gaze. 

“Do you think the stain might’ve been a premonition?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “How do you mean?” 

You laugh, and he’s instantly spellbound, caught somewhere between fantasy and reality. It takes him a second to realize you’re touching the edge of his plate, tipping it up. James looks down. It had been nearly falling off his lap, his pancakes cut up into tiny pieces and syrup pooled near the rim. 

You look up at him, seraphim with the morning light brightening your features and the hint of a smile playing on your lips. He thinks of how soft they’d felt on his the night before, the way they’d fallen open like welcoming him home. 

“You were almost spilling syrup onto the rug,” you say, that rare and beloved teasing lilt to your voice. “It would’ve taken more than baking soda to get that out.” 

“See?” he asks. “You know how to talk to me just fine.” 

You look surprised, then self-conscious, though not nearly as bad as when you’d come into the kitchen a few minutes ago. He covers your hand with his to keep you from going anywhere. Sets his plate on the coffee table. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes are wide. “Again?” 

“Yes, again,” James laughs. “And again after that, preferably. Only if it’s okay with you.” 

You shake your head, looking something akin to bewildered. “Yeah. Yeah, please.” 

He starts to lean toward you, and you meet him halfway. Already, it’s a bit different. There’s no tentative stillness, no slow yielding. Your lips are pliant and eager, parting and closing around his like you’re trying to get as much of him as you can. Your fingers wind in his hair without instruction, and James responds by placing his hand in that spot you’d seemed to like it so well last night, the material of your sweatshirt soft beneath his touch. You taste like his pancakes, the syrup sweet on your tongue. 

“Keep talking to me,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips worshipfully, “okay?” 

Your voice is breathless. “Why?” 

“Because I like you.” He tugs at you, wanting you closer. “And I think I’ve put in the work for you to warm up to me, if it’s all the same to you.” 

You make a tiny, amused sound. “Fine,” you say. You grow bolder, kissing your way up his cheek, the top of his eyebrow, until your nose is nestled in his hair and your lips are caressing his forehead. “Consider me warmed.” 

James grins, unable to help himself. He thinks that becoming your friend didn’t go quite as he planned, but he feels as though he won in the end.