#lala leggings

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[pyrotechnicdarts]

wait nevermind im complaining again i dont even get hiribami dual blades?????????

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Untamed Horse Jacquard Waistcoat Vest from Dressed in Lala ($113), Black Rock Western Belt from Free People ($38) & 90s Distressed Mid-Rise Straight-Leg Jeans from AGOLDE (on sale - $140)

[entitybear]

lala, my wip of my sona plush. a bit off-putting surely bc uh, i didn't finish sewing the head, neck & hair (or resew the tail...) but ! decent timing, considering i got the fabric yesterday 😌 so funny images for nyow <3

[stickytuesday]

The beast.

It snores.

[laumier]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫. ⋆ 엔하이픈 hyung line.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: enha x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pwp-ish ?? , swearing , pet names, riding in jake’s, dirty talk, mentions of being in pain, suggestive in hoon’s hc, praises, hickeys, missionary

lala’s note. definitely doing this for atz. also, i got carried away with jake’s.. whoops :p.

⠀⠀⺀ LEE HEESEUNG.

the sun peeked through the beige colored curtains, signaling that it was well past 8am. you and heeseung remained in bed, bodies tangled together under the white sheets along with subtle touches from each other.

he was propped up on his elbow, leaning over you with his lips attached to yours. his hands roaming your body underneath the sheets. the sound of breathing and small moans filled the bedroom as the two of you still had a bit of adrenaline from the night before.

you threw your leg over his, pressing your body closer to his as he deepened the kiss.

“baby,” he whispered against your lips, leaning into your touch.

you hummed in response, somewhat distracted by the way he touched you.

“i need it..” his kisses traveled down to your neck, nibbling here and there. you hissed quietly, trying not to give into him seeing as this would’ve been the 5th time you both went at it.

“hee.. again? can we at least start the day first?” your laugh was cut short with a moan as heeseung found your sensitive spot, sucking a hickey there.

“can’t start the day without my daily honey..” he mumbled. you rolled your eyes when he mentioned the ‘honey’. it was a little name he had given your pussy. you remembered him saying that it was sweet and how sticky in between your legs would get whenever you were aroused.

“hee,” you whined, trying to push him away so you could climb out of bed.

“unhunh,” he protested with a grumble, his arm coming to lock around your waist so that you couldn’t move. he began shuffling his way under the thick duvet, giving you a mischievous smile. you squirmed around until he grabbed ahold of your thighs, holding them in his larger hands.

“just one more taste, baby..”

⠀⠀⺀ PARK JAY.

your back arched off of the bed as jay thrusted into you slow and deep, his length dragging against your soft walls. your moans were soft, but the sound bounced off of the walls making them seem much louder. jay grunted into your neck quietly, rocking his hips at a torturous pace.

the two of you couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, even with how many times you came the night before. jay was infatuated with you, just as you were with him. he wanted to show you that love all over again.

your nails clawed at his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as the stickiness between you both became messier.

“jay,” you gasped as his hips suddenly sped up, brushing against your g-spot. your mouth created an ‘O’ shape as you struggled to get any word out.

jay groaned, shivering when you clenched around him.

“fuck, i love you so much..”

you placed your hands on each side of his face as he picked his head up to look you in the eyes. you leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a quick, rough kiss.

jay found himself now pounding into you at a way quicker pace than before. the bed slightly creaked as the headboard hit the wall softly. if he had any self control before, it was definitely all gone now. you were just too irresistible to him.

your hand came down to where you and jay were connected, spreading your folds so jay could have more access. the squelching from your pussy became louder as jay dug deeper and you inched closer to the edge.

“deeper, babe, deeper..” you moaned out, unraveling your legs so you could spread them.

your high pitched whines only fueled jay, his hips now moving like they had a mind of their own.

you both wouldn’t be leaving the bed anytime soon.

⠀⠀⺀ SIM JAKE.

“fuuck, you feel too good,” jake threw his head back, his hands finding their way onto your hips. his long brown strands stuck to his forehead as his sweat dripped.

you lifted your hips up once more, his length sliding out of you, covered with cum and your juices. you took him back inside you, a hoarse moan escaping your mouth as you leaned down, pressing your chest against jake’s.

his hands traveled past your hips, gripping the soft flesh while guiding you up and down on him.

“mhm.. ride that dick like you need it, mama.” he hissed, landing a slap on your ass. you bit your lip, whining as he began thrusting his hips up to help you.

jake stared up at you in awe, eyes lidded and filled with love. he was addicted to you. you were almost like a drug to him. he was hooked.

“ja..jake,” you mewled. he didn’t respond at first, distracted by the way you moved against him. he shuttered, a whiny moan escaping his plump lips.

“jake.. i have… t-to get ready..”

he panted, shaking his head. he picked up the pace, your ass now slapping his thighs.

“nah.. just need you here with me..”

you began to slouch against him as you continued to whine. you tried to protest but your body still gave into him. your hips instinctively moved against his, giving you more pleasure.

he landed another harsh slap against your ass, earning a whimper from you.

“need you to cum all over me, baby.. keep putting that pretty pussy on me,”

jake’s words seemed to give you a sudden rush of adrenaline, making you forget about the shift you had in an hour.

⠀⠀⺀ PARK SUNGHOON.

you opened your eyes to see sunghoon’s back facing you as he sat on his side of the bed, probably still trying to wake himself up. you reached out, running your hand up his back, causing him to jump a bit.

you ran your nails down his back lightly, watching the goosebumps appear on his skin. he licked his lips, your touch bringing memories back from the sleepless night that you both had.

you sat up, the blanket falling of of your body as you moved to sit behind him. your hands traveled from his back to in front of him, sliding them down his chest slowly.

“g’morning..” your voice came out in a raspy whisper as you placed your lips right by his ear. you planted a kiss behind it, making your way down to his neck and shoulder.

he tilted his head to the side, giving you more access. your hands continued their actions, their movements causing sunghoon’s face to heat up. he was enjoying this too much.

“mornin’,” he mumbled, quietly hissing after, your kisses and nibbles making him weak.

your continued your wet kisses, making his breath hitch. he would’ve turned around and laid you out on the bed right then and there but he had things planned for the day. ‘things’ meaning his very demanding job.

“what’s planned for today?” you asked, your voice low and seductive.

sunghoon’s hand came to grab yours from his chest, bringing it to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to it.

“the usual. whatever the mangers have on the schedule.”

you hummed in response, hardly listening to whatever he said. you only wanted him and his body against yours so it was hard for you to focus on anything else.

“stay home, baby..”

“what?” he chuckled lightly.

“tell them you can’t make it..” you began kissing down his neck again, this time in all his weakest spots. your hands wandered all over him, making it hard for him to say no.

“y/n..—“

“please, hoonie? just want you to myself today.” your whiny tone was starting to turn sunghoon on. he exhaled, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦.

[81pastrys]

Paddock Love

Summary— Mila wasn’t fond of the paddock attention, but Lando shows up with a gift from a fan for her

Warnings— she gets a bit overwhelmed in the beginning

A/N— more dad Oscar 🫶🏻

Dad Oscar List

Oscar had usually only brought Mila through the paddock when his wife couldn’t. Today was one of those days. He would hold her or her hand, considering her quiet presence.

He’d do his best to sign things one handed or have her hold his leg while he would sign. He could sense her tensing this time when she grasped his pant leg and picked her up when he was done.

“Everything alright angel?” He asked. She didn’t respond, just grabbed a fist of his shirt and leaned her head on him. “Okay, we’re going to the garage now.” He told her, noticing she was burnt out from the attention.

Mila was never one for attention, giving people looks when they’d coo over her. “Daddy will we see LaLa?” She asked when they entered the garage. He smiled at her and rubbed her back.

“Yes, we will see LaLa.” He told her. He set her down and they walked through the garage, greetings here and there. Lando was late, per usual. Mila ran to him when he turned the corner. If he didn’t have so many bags in hand, he would’ve picked her up.

“Hey munchkin!” He said smiling. He had a few bracelets in his hand and set his bags down where he stopped. “Someone told me to give this to you.” He put a bracelet on her wrist and she beamed with excitement.

The bracelet read ‘lil Piastri’ and she wore it with pride. She went back to Oscar and tugged his race suit. He turned and looked to her, crouching to her level. “Hey angel.” He said.

“Daddy! Look what LaLa gave me!” She bounced with anticipation at showing him what she got. Oscar took her tiny wrist in his hand and smiled at her.

“Look at that angel!” He said. “You got a bracelet.” He kissed her head. He stood back up and continued his conversation. She admired the bracelet and sat on the floor, taking it off and putting it back on.

She knew Lando had no creative expertise, so who made the bracelet for her? She got curious and walked back to Lando. “LaLa?” She questioned. He picked her up and met her gaze at the bracelet. “Who made this?” She asked.

“A fan, they love you munchkin.” He explained softly. “They make all kinds of stuff for me, you, your dad.” He playfully tickled her belly and she giggled.

Oscar called for them and he brought her over. They had team pictures to take but Mila wasn’t done investigating how the bracelet came about.

“Daddy, LaLa said people make stuff for me.” She inquired. “I never get stuff.” She was soft spoken, but upset at the thought she could always have gifts.

“Yes, well sometimes they don’t make it to me Mila.” He explained. “The people always make us stuff, but don’t always have a chance to give them to us.”

I need more ideas 😵‍💫 (for other drivers)

@il0vereadingstuff

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[enwoso]

Can you do one where the girls clock on that grumpy has identified them as Leah 1 and Lia 2 it's so funny 🤣

ONE AND TWO — alessia russo x child!reader

cute lil one🙃

grumpy masterlist

"leah one can you help me tie my shoes?" you asked as you flopped the laces to the side, your mummy not in the room to ask. leah turning around at your request and nodding her head as she came over to start tying your laces.

leah one tapping her leg for you to lift your foot on so she didn't have to kneel down to tie them, her knee still not being fully recovered from her big ouchie.

"single or double knotted?" she paused looking down to you as she stopped at the single knot as you hummed for a minute, "double, then won't come undone"

"good thinking tiny!"

"lia two" you tapped lia on the leg she being the only one left in the changing room, the swiss turning around with a smile as she knelt down to your height.

"what's up tiny?" she asked with a smile as you pointed to your colourful ball that had been hidden on the top of the lockers.

"could you get my ball for me" you said so sweet as lia nodded getting back up and standing on the bench in order to get the colourful ball.

"how'd that end up there?" she handed you the colourful ball back in your hands as you said your thanks you's hugging lia two's leg tightly.

"kyra put it up there" you pouted as lia let out a laugh and a knowing nod of the head. kyra often being on to tease you or playing games with you.

"what she like tiny!"

"leah one why you frowning?" you asked a puzzled look on your face as you looked up at the blonde defender. leah's eyes shifting to you as she straightened up on the pitch.

"the team won, you should be a happy! like ella and mummy!" you pointed over to the two girls who were laughing and smiling as they waved to fans after the international win as leah stood next to you her mouth wide open at your little rant.

"i am happy! see look i'm smilin'" leah smiled at you as you shook your head, leah's smile disappearing just as fast as it came.

"leah one your frowning again!" you giggled at the blondes serious look before rushing off towards your mummy leaving the blonde defender confused as she stood in the middle of the pitch.

"lia two, can you open my juice?" you asked lia as she was sat in the gym doing some rehab for her recent injury keeping her from the final games of the season.

"of course tiny!" lia smiled as you handed her the carton of juice, "do you want the straw in?" lia asked as she held the plastic covered straw in her other hand.

you nodded with a smile as lia poked the straw in the top of the carton in the small hole before handing your juice back you. "thank you lia two!" you said sweetly as you wondered out the room before lia even had a chance to get another word in.

since your first day at arsenal when you met all of the players, most players had their own little nickname that you had assigned them.

pelvova was pavlova. laura was lala. kyra was rara. emily was foxy. lotte was lots. frida was fredo. everyone had there own special name and everyone knew there own name from you.

but nobody seemed to clock on at the nicknames that you had for leah and lia. they all just thought you called them leah and lia.

it was team photo day and the team was all dressed in full kit as they walked to the training pitch where the photo was being took. you wondering along with the team talking with leah as you teased her about her permanent frown.

"leah one you have to smile!" you smiled cheekily, as leah shook her head at your constant teasing. "i do smile, but football is serious" leah defended herself as you tutted at the defender.

"no leah one, football is fun, mummy tells me that before my games" you tell the blonde as she widen your eyes to prove your point. but your mummy was walking behind with beth and kyra who clung to the blondes arm as they walked.

"hang on is tiny calling leah, leah one!" kyra laughed as she heard you jokingly scolded the blonde defender about her lack of smiling. alessia and beth looking at the young australian with a clueless look as both shrugged not having a clue.

"why would she call-"

"hush and listen!"

kyra slapping alessia on the shoulder for her to stop talking as alessia was taken back at the younger girls abrupt words as a chuckle and shake of the head came from beth as the three stayed as quiet as they could hoping to hear you conversation with leah.

"-but leah one it a photo and you have to say cheese and dat makes you smile" you told the blonde as you gave her some advice in maybe how to smile, it being a tradition for leah to just not smile in football pictures.

"there- see! told you!" kyra pointed out as you called leah, leah one a confused look on both beth and alessia's face. more so on alessia's.

"but why" alessia spoke her thoughts aloud as she still was getting shrugs and small i don't know from kyra and beth.

"maybe we just ask tiny?" beth suggested putting the idea out there but alessia shook her head, "no, leah first cause lovie will make up some drastic story if we ask her and we'll not know what to believe!" a small giggle coming from the three, you were known to be quite the chatter box but also quite the story teller.

"le" beth whispered loudly as the team was finally getting to where the team photo was being took, staff members being scatter around trying to direct the players where to go.

leah turning around at the sound of her name, an eyebrow raising as titled her head up in the air for beth to carry on.

"got a question, well less does" beth pointed to the blonde stood next to her as leah's eyes moved to look at alessia.

"have you noticed that lovie is calling you leah one?" alessia asked a a wave of confusion waved over the defenders face but leah ultimately nodded.

"yea' dunno why though you'll have the tiny mastermind herself why she does" leah shrugged before turning as a staff member was calling her name, more than likely telling the girl where to stand.

"lovie, c'mere a minute" your mummy called you over as you were sat on top of the pile of coats and other jackets the team had piled on the ground. you wondering over as your mummy lifted you up into her arms as you sat on her hips.

“i’ve got a question to ask you” your mummy smiled as she tickled you under the chin making you squirm in her arms as a light giggle came from you.

“what- mummy?” you said in between a few giggles.

“who is that there?” your mummy asked as you followed her outstretched free arm that wasn’t holding you up pointing to leah one.

you looked between leah one and your mummy wondering if your mummy was trying to trick you with the question. “that leah one” you said simply.

“leah one?” your mummy repeated the name you had called leah as you nodded.

“yes, cause that’s leah one and then over there is lia two” you said pointing to wally who was stood with kim and manu already in their place for the team photo.

your mummy having a moment of realisation as it made sense now, “ah it’s so you don’t get them mixed up!” you nodding along to what your mummy was saying.

“less come on man, we’re waiting for you!”

alessia quickly placed you back in the floor as you ran back to your seat on top of the all the training jackets, alessia taking her space near beth and leah.

“got my answer! it’s so she doesn’t get the lw’s mixed up. your leah one-“ she pointed to leah as she hummed in realisation.

“and lia is lia two!” beth finished the sentence for alessia as she nodded. the pieces of the puzzle had fell into place now — it all made sense.

“that’s quite clever! might use that myself!”

[nezumiicraft]

i need to get my whrelchair figured out weeehgg

[alienpewpew]

ok, but what if aloof tommy AU with everyone except buck in private.

I'm thinking an AU where buck and tommy get together beginning of show era (s1 buck, s2 tommy). They're head over heels for each other and tommy is not ashamed of buck and their relationship in any way, but the man is still going thru some character development, so he just comes off as this stony, cold-ish guy to ppl he doesn't know (including Maddie and Eddie at first). He only becomes friendly with people he knows, and an absolute softie when alone with buck.

Just imagine Eddie seeing tommy with buck the first time and thinking "wow this guy is an asshole" because buck keeps yapping and tommy looks super uninterested and aloof.

Cut to them at home, snuggling on the couch as tommy massages his leg and asks interesting questions about what buck talked about earlier today. Touch hungry, refusing to let this man go, hugging him from behind, etc etc. buck is in lala land right now.

This has the unfortunate effect of Maddie initially thinking tommy was like Doug, only to accidentally catch them in private and witnessing how utterly stupid tommy is for buck.

Over the years this changes obviously, he becomes more secure in himself and no longer has that reflexive urge to protect himself. As the years go by he becomes more and more like the tommy we know today, utterly shameless in his affection to one Evan Buckley, at home and in front of everyone and their mothers.

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 5

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual themes and language, drinking, not my best work lol Wordcount: 6.6K A/C: so have we come up with a shipname for zari and paige yet?? anyways ty all for the support and sooo much love on the last part - especially those who remained patient for a new part! i've got a LOT of stuff going on rn so please be understanding if parts take a little longer to come out! i wanna write badly but i gotta prioritise real life unless y'all wanna start paying me lol anyways, this should be a rewarding chapter to some of y'all!! anyways go read!!

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Before London

“The skirt,” my childhood friend Olivia’s voice filters through the speaker, my phone set up on my bed as I try on different outfits for the evening on facetime. 

I stare into my reflection, the black miniskirt not leaving much to imagination, my legs fully on display. I sigh, unsure whether it would be too much for the night.

“I don’t know Liv, the dress is a little less revealing though,” I complain, turning around and seeing the way the tight skirt hugs my curves.

“Exactly why you should wear the skirt instead.”

I laugh, shaking my head at her face on my phone screen. “I’m not going there to shag someone. It’s going to be mostly the team anyway.”

“Izzie, you are single now. Act like it. Have you even hooked up with anyone since…?”

I scoff. “Do you think I have time for anything like that?”

“Maybe if you schedule it in…” Olivia jokes, making my mouth fall open feeling offended.

“Hey! I’m perfectly happy being single right now. Love is the last thing I should be thinking about.”

“Well, I still think you should wear the skirt,” the girl answers, making me groan.

“Fine, okay gotta go. I’ll text you!” I wave bye, before hanging up, realising my ride must have arrived. One more glance in the mirror and I decide it will do - the black mini skirt and a matching black cowl neck top, the back draped low to reveal the smooth skin of my back along my spine. The outfit was simple yet sexy, the stacked chunky golden jewelry dressing the look up. I’ve pinned my hair up in a bun, curls falling out as if by accident - in reality the hairdo had taken over 45 minutes to accomplish.

“Good enough,” I murmur to myself, putting on my boots and quickly hurrying out the door. Just like we had agreed, Trey is waiting in an Uber, waving me over. He had sent me a message earlier asking if we could ride together. Of course I had said yes out of politeness. Though if I’m honest, I always felt a little uneasy around him.

“Hey!” I smile politely climbing into the backseat with a potted orchid in my hands.

Trey meets my smile with an even wider one, eyeing me up and down as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Housewarming present?” He asks, pointing to the potted flower. I shrug and nod.

“I didn’t really know what to get them,” I admit, crossing my legs and eyeing the purple and white flower.

“Lala’s gonna love that,” Trey nods, his eyes still locked on me and my outfit. “You look…” he goes silent, and from my peripheral vision I see the man shaking his head. “Really good.”

“Oh, thanks,” I mumble, brushing it off lightheartedly as I grab my phone which is frantically buzzing.

Paige  When are u coming? I’m already here and idk anyone Oh nvm Lou and Chris are here So… when u coming???

I feel my stomach doing flips as I read the texts, my mind still swirling with how she’d made me breakfast just earlier this morning. How my couch still smells just like her even hours later. I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something comforting about her presence. The way she worked to make me laugh, to get me to relax. Like she wanted to take care of me.

Just left so I should be there soon x

Izzie Iz Help We’re drinking wine

Time to be a big girl and learn Paige

But I don’t wanna 🙁 Fine Bc you said so

Good girl

Freaky 😏

Paige

Sorry I pregamed

Of course you did I’ll be there soon x

Giggling at my phone, I place it on my lap, not wanting to be rude towards the man sitting next to me. Trey’s eyes are locked on me, and I can feel myself growing uneasy, especially when I realise I have nothing to talk to him about other than work.

”You excited for tonight?” He asks.

”Yeah, it’s going to be nice to see everyone out of work,” I answer, keeping my composure despite feeling awkward, begging he doesn’t pick up on it. I had become quite good at that (or Trey was more ignorant than I realised).

”Oh yeah, you haven’t really had the chance to do that yet huh?” He asks, his deep voice gravelly.

“Not really no.”

“Well, if you ever get lonely, you can always call me up Zari,” Trey says, reaching over and suddenly placing his hand on mine resting on my lap. I keep still as long as I can before pulling it away, pretending I just needed that specific hand to hold the pot in my lap now.

“Uh, yeah that’s really sweet of you. Thank you,” I chuckle awkwardly. “Paige lives right upstairs actually so I’ve been spending some time with her.”

Trey is taken aback, his brows rising. “Paige?”

“Yeah we’re friends,” I smile. Trey’s dark brown eyes keep watching me, clearly thinking about something till he shrugs and looks away. 

The drive is quiet, full of awkward comments by the man clearly eager to make conversation. Normally I was better than this at the small talk that the Americans seemed to love so much - but not today. I could feel my stomach twisting with nerves and butterflies in anticipation for the evening. I wasn’t entirely sure why. But all I knew I was eager to see Paige - she had a way of grounding me.

We finally get to the building, awkwardly accompanying each other in the elevator much like my first day working for the Wings. I’m the one to ring the doorbell, Trey standing close behind me.

“Hey pretty girl!” Lala opens the door with a warm smile. “Oh hey Trey, come in come in!”

She steps aside, letting both of us in. The hallway is long and the ceilings are high, the space modern but filled with gorgeous furniture bringing warmth into the space. 

“Wow, beautiful,” I gasp looking around.

“Issa work in process,” Lala laughs. I catch a glimpse into the open concept kitchen/living room, filled with people who had arrived on time unlike me and Trey (our Uber had taken a “shortcut”, which ended up taking 15 minutes longer than the normal drive.) I could tell alcohol was already flowing from the loud laughs echoing around the apartment.

“Oh, here you go!” I smile, handing Lala the orchid. “I wasn’t sure what you two wanted so I hope that’s okay.”

Lala gasps, admiring the plant. “No, this is gorg! And so are you, look at that skirt girl.”

I blush a little as she spins me around, admiring my outfit. 

“Is it too short?” I ask but Lala looks at me with raised brows. It’s then I notice her skirt is just as short, if not shorter. “Nevermind!”

The woman laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist and bringing me further into the apartment. My eyes immediately land on Paige next to Arike, both taking up half of the couch as if partaking in the Olympics of manspreading. Their laughs rise above the chatter of the crowd, making them impossible to miss. Even if subconsciously I had been looking for the blonde the second I stepped in.

“Yeah… they’re already drunk, thought you should know,” Lala nods towards the two.

“I heard, Paige was texting me already.”

The woman turns to me grinning a little. “Of course she was.” I’m not exactly sure what it means but don’t get the opportunity to ask before I hear a loud screech interrupting the both of us.

“Izzie!!” Paige gasps, her voice soaring above the noise. She climbs off the couch, rushing to me through the crowd. To my surprise the blonde wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I can’t help the smile that spreads to my face. It comes naturally, when my arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in. Like since our first hug this morning, physical closeness felt easy. She smells like deodorant, sandalwood and a hint of alcohol. Breaking the hug, I eye her fit up and down - the olive cuban collar shirt and shorts in a matching pattern, two silver chains dangling on her neck, hair in a slicked back bun. 

All while I’ve been admiring Paige’s outfit, her gaze has been roaming across my body, taking me in. I notice a hint of red burning on her cheeks when her blue eyes land on my skirt. Suddenly I have the strongest need for a drink. Our stares meet, and for a fleeting moment I think she’s about to say something. But before she can, Arike is pulling me into a friendly hug.

“So glad you came, Zari! Whatchu wanna drink?” 

I feel flustered, barely hearing her. Clearing my throat, I finally answer, feeling the blonde’s eyes boring into me.

“White wine please?”

Lala laughs, shaking her head and grabbing my shoulders. “You’re gonna need something stronger to keep up with us baby.”

I laugh. “Okay, tequila soda then?”

“Attagirl, lime?”

“Yes please,” I nod, watching Lala and Arike head towards the kitchen island covered in bottles of booze and glasses, leaving me alone with Paige. 

For the first time in weeks, there’s a sense of awkwardness between us, neither of us knowing what to say. I wanted to tell her she looks good, that the olive against her skin that had grown more tan in Dallas made her glow in a way I had never seen before. But something in my throat doesn’t allow the words to come out. Thankfully the booze in Paige’s system makes her miss the weird tension completely.

“You look,” she starts, stepping closer to me, arm brushing against mine. She shakes her head, looking me up and down which is enough to make my ears burn. “Never seen you look like this before.”

I tilt my head, meeting her blue eyes challengingly. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

To my enjoyment, this makes her flustered, her cheeks bright pink now.

“You know it is ma,” she grins.

“You and that bloody nickname,” I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the blonde, when Lala and Arike return to us with my drink.

“You guys wanna play beer pong?” Arike asks as I grab the glass from Lala.

“What is this, a frat house?” Paige laughs, making Lala groan.

“Trust, it wasn’t my choice.”

-

After a long debate between me, Izzie, Arike and Lala on who should be teaming up, we decided that the only fair combination was me with Lala, while Arike and Izzie played against us - the girls claiming it wouldn’t be right for the two hoopers to play beer pong against non-athletes. Honestly, I barely had listened to the conversation at all. Because the way Izzie looks tonight has me grasping the drink in my hand so tight my knuckles were beginning to turn white. My mind is travelling to the filthiest places at the thought of what is underneath the hemline of her skirt, her glowy legs making me weak in the knees. Even worse was the low, scooped back of her shirt, her spine’s movement visible as she walked around the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, I couldn’t even stop the trembling of my hands. I needed to get more drinks in me quickly.

It seemed like the dark haired girl had the same idea, downing her first tequila soda in a matter of minutes as we set up the game. The tension often visible on her face only to me was slowly beginning to melt away.

“We’re about to win aight?” I tell Lala next to me, which makes Izzie let out a loud scoff.

“You really think I’ll let you win Bueckers?” The dark haired girl asks, challenging me.

“Yo, who’s the athlete here,” I respond, an arrogant grin on my face but she won’t back down, catlike eyes staring me down at the opposite end of the table.

“You’re enormously underestimating my desire to win.”

“Oh yeah?”

Izzie nods. “Yes Paige.”

And she’s right. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol already flowing in my system, or the way Izara looks, her green eyes locked on me everytime I bounce the ball off the table but my aim is off. And somehow she keeps aiming perfectly, a sly grin and her sharp eyes glimmering as she makes me drink one cup of beer after another, after another until Lala is the one to call it off, admitting defeat gracefully.

Arike and Izara hug, celebrating their win, but I can’t even be mad - the way Izzie’s mouth is stretched into a wide smile, the way she was letting go off her disciplined, hard exterior as a result of the alcohol was such a joy to watch I could’ve soaked in it forever.

“I told you! I told you!” Iz laughs, coming over to me and getting up in my face. But all I’m doing is smirking, my hand snaking around her waist and pulling her close without thinking about it much. But she doesn’t pull away either, even when our fronts nearly press together, heat radiating between us. The party has turned loud, drunk people bumping into each other, yelling over the music, but all I see is the dark haired girl in front of me, and the blush on her cheeks.

“You were cheating Iz,” I tell her, heavy eyes gazing down at the girl.

“How?” She asks, stunned.

I shrug. “I dunno.” I did know. It was that damn outfit. It took every ounce of self-discipline I had not to drag her to the bathroom and pull that skirt up. How was I expected to aim while my thoughts were running out of control.

“Here you areeeee!” Satou’s voice interrupts the moment, making me stumble backwards and letting go of the girl in my arms realising how close I’d been to losing control and leaning down to kiss her.

Satou hugs both me and Iz, looking around for the couple of the hour who have suddenly disappeared. “Where the lovebirds at?” She asks, holding a wrapped present in her hands. I chuckle shrugging but Zari lets out a giggle.

“Last I saw them they were getting pretty cosy,” she laughs, leaning into my side whether on purpose or on accident I’m not sure. But it leaves my skin tingling.

“No one’s surprised,” Satou laughs, waving her friend over. “Savannah, this is Paige and… Izara, right?” 

“She prefers Zari,” I correct before Iz can even say a word. From my peripheral vision I see her head snap to me, eyes growing softer as they land on me. I could tell she was happy with me, which made me want to get on my knees and beg for her to let me serve her forever. Okay, no, let me get a grip.

“Whassup,” I nod at Savannah, who smiles at both me and Izzie. Suddenly, the girl beside me stumbles as someone bumps into her, crashing straight into me.

“Woah,” I grab a hold of her, my hand naturally landing on the small of her back. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she giggles, watching me and her nose scrunching as her face twists into a laugh. The sparkling eyeshadow covering her eyelids makes her shine even more, curled strands falling onto her face out of the updo her long, dark hair is in. She looks so beautiful I feel breathless, even more so up close.

“You want a drink ma? I could use one,” I ask, staring into the green of her eyes, feeling the alcohol too much to realise that our faces are only inches away at this point.

She rolls her eyes. “Paige, I hate that nickname.”

“Do you want a drink or not woman?” I ask annoyed, teasing her. But her face hardens, and her eyes sharpen.

“Excuse me?”

Her tone is hard and serious, making my lower abdomen flip. As inappropriate as it feels, I’m exceptionally turned on.

I swallow, biting my lower lip. “Uh…”

“Woman?” She interrupts me, furrowing her brows. I can feel heat pooling between my legs, making my mind spin.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, my voice coming out shaky from how flustered my thoughts had turned me.

“What’s that?” She asks, brows rising as she watches my mouth expectantly.

“I’m sorry Izzie,” I say louder, my chest heaving now. To my surprise, I notice her breathing is growing heavy too.

“Mhm, that’s better,” she nods, eyes still on my mouth as I bite down on my lower lip. And for just a second, as my eyes flicker from her eyes to her glossed lips, I consider leaning in and pressing a kiss on them, mind jumping to how she might taste. Like heaven I bet.

“So a drink then?” Iz asks, interrupting my spinning thoughts. 

“Oh right, yeah,” I compose myself, “we’ll be right back.”

We leave Satou and Savannah alone, my hand on the small of Izara’s back guiding her through the people to the kitchen island.

“What do we want to drink?” The girl asks, looking at the row of bottles lining the counter. I lean in even closer to her side, letting my hand drag from her back to around her waist. The girl’s breath hitches audibly, yet she doesn’t pull back.

“Shots! Now!” Arike suddenly interrupts us, Lala following close behind her.

“Bro where you been?” I ask, watching as she begins to pour shots of vodka for all four of us. Her and Lala exchange a look that tells me I don’t want to know the answer to my question.

“Nevermind,” I mumble, making Izzie giggle, the alcohol finally loosening her up.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” the dark haired girl shakes her head, pushing the shot away.

“Oh c’mooonnn!!” I groan, pushing it back.

“Yeah Zari, c’mon,” Rike complains.

I pick up my own shot glass, and Izara’s as well, bringing it to her lips. She’s considering, meeting my gaze, until her pretty lips open and I tip the glass, pouring the shot into her mouth as I throw my head back, swallowing mine. 

“Holy shit,” I cough, making everyone around me laugh, looking at the dark haired girl whose face doesn’t even twitch from the alcohol. Damn.

“And another oneeee,” Arike laughs, now pouring tequila into the glasses, clearly trying to get us two drunk. I glare at her, picking up on what she was up to. But Rike merely winks at me, handing us salt and lemon slices.

“Oh boy,” Izara chuckles, eyeing the alcohol. I follow closely as her tongue darts out to lick her wrist, my mind spinning with dirty thoughts involving that tongue between my le-

“Lemon!” The girl yelps, squeezing her eyes shut having taken the shot. I quickly grab the slice from the counter, holding Izzie’s face still by her chin as I place the wedge between her lips. Her teeth bite into it, sucking on the bitter fruit to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

Her dark lashes flutter open, and she pulls away with a grin. “Your turn.”

I scratch the back of my neck, feeling my tongue already growing numb from the alcohol, my speech certainly beginning to slur soon.

“Yo Zari, you should let Paige lick the salt from your wrist,” Arike yells from the opposite side of the counter, earning a slap on the shoulder from Lala.

“Huh?” Izara laughs, turning to the pair.

“Ignore her, God knows I do,” Lala rolls her eyes.

Flustered, I fumble with the salt shaker, licking it off my hand and downing the shot of tequila, feeling the burn in my throat making me want to cough. To my surprise, Iz brings the slice of lemon to my lips, the bitter taste putting an end to the burn.

I can feel the alcohol hitting, making my cheeks burn - or maybe it’s the way the dark haired girl is looking at me, her eyes even more catlike than normal, sparkling in the dimmed lighting. Either way I can feel my brain and mouth beginning to slow down, yet my words and actions seem simultaneously sped up, like I couldn’t think them through before doing.

“I’mma admit, I’m drunk as fuck,” I laugh, making Izara throw her head back and let out a bright chuckle, grabbing onto my shoulder as she does. Fuck she looks hotter than usual, the hard, poised exterior breaking, letting me catch little glimpses into her internal life, reminiscent of the softness on her face when she fell asleep on me.

“Let’s run away before Arike makes us take more shots,” she whispers and simultaneously somehow screams, grabbing my arm and dragging me down behind the island, as if Arike and Lala weren’t standing right on the other side, watching the two of us. Still I let her, crouching behind it and letting her drag me wherever she wants to. 

-

I love Dallas! Or maybe I should reconsider when I’m sober, but now that the shots and drinks had been flowing, I had decided I loved Dallas for certain. Paige and I have been hiding behind a corner, by the entrance to Arike’s and Lala’s bedroom, for the past hour, giggling and talking. I’ve realised Paige might be one of my favourite people I’ve ever met, the strain in my abs a reminder of how easily she made me laugh. How effortless it was to spend time with her, like I didn’t have to put up any exterior or front. I felt comfortable being myself with her. So naturally, in my drunken state, the words slip from my lips easily.

“You’re like, my favourite person right now,” I giggle, leaning my back against the cool wall and watching upwards at her. Paige’s eyes are heavy and red as a result of the alcohol, hair somehow still neatly slicked back, however a button on her chest left unbuttoned, displaying that she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt.

“Yeah?” Paige asks, a proud smirk on her face. She’s standing in front of me, arms crossed.

“Don’t let it get into your head darling,” I scoff, pushing her off by her abdomen, feeling the muscles there tighten when my fingertips graze her through the shirt. For whatever reason I’d been wanting her to touch me all night, enjoying the times she wrapped her arm around my waist, or guided me through a crowd. It felt good to be touched, so I didn’t worry about what it meant further. I just wanted her hands on me. Like you’d want to hug a friend after remembering how much you love them.

“Why do you get to have all these nicknames but I don’t get to call you ma?” She asks, stumbling back but returning to her prior position, if not a little closer. I place my hands on her waist, having to tilt my head to look at her - that’s how close she is.

“Why do you want to call me ma?”

“Because,” she groans, looking for something to say. “Ion know it suits you.”

“Why?” I laugh.

“Because you’re sexy.”

I’m drunk. And I know it’s because I’m drunk. It has to be. But I can feel myself begin to throb between my legs when Paige says those words, when her teeth bite onto her bottom lip, when she looks me up and down. Suddenly I’m painfully aware of the swirling in my lower abdomen, the heat spreading straight to my core.

The blonde rubs the bridge of her nose. “Ahh shit Iz, I didn’t mean it like that. My bad. You just look really damn good. In like a friend wa-”

“You think I look sexy?”

It’s like my mouth and brain aren’t working together, the words just forming and leaving my lips without a single thought or action to stop them. For some reason it comes out almost whiny. Like I want her opinion, her reassurance.

Paige looks surprised, clenching her jaw before kissing her teeth and licking her lips, hands twitching as if for something to touch.

“I meannn… you really gotta ask that?” She says hoarsely, stepping closer and placing her hands on my hips. It feels good, but I want more, pushing my body off the wall and pressing my front against her. The sparks are immediate, and I nearly groan at the contact. 

“You didn’t answer,” I demand, staring into the blues of her eyes. Only then I realise how blue they really are, like a turquoise ocean against a sandy beach, inviting, beautiful. My heart begins to pound, even more so when I feel Paige’s hands move from my waist, downwards to my hips, to the small of my back, and finally to my ass. 

“Perfect,” she coos.

The breath she lets out is heavy, loud, but I barely register, my mouth parting a little. To say the chills travelling through my body are overwhelming would be an understatement, my mind suddenly spinning with realisation of something I’d been feeling for a while, yet only recognised now.

“Is this okay?” Paige asks, making me nod my head. When I do so I feel the blonde’s hands squeeze just a little, forcing a breathy whimper to spill from my lips. Overcome with the urge to be even closer to her, I wrap my arms around the girl’s broad shoulders and lean my head into the crook of her neck, my body slotting against hers just right. It feels euphoric.

 “Baby I would leave too if I was Paige, that poor girl got to deal with you on a daily basis alr-”

Suddenly Lala’s voice grows louder as she turns the corner, Arike on her tail. 

“Oh, sorry y’all,” the woman gasps seeing us embracing, Paige’s hands resting on my ass. Embarrassed, I pull away, nearly pushing the blonde off of me.

“Uh, I need a drink,” I murmur, my thoughts moving so quickly they make no sense, not even entirely sure what just happened in a drunken hue.

“Yoooo,” I hear Arike snickering, and Lala shutting her up.

Paige follows close behind me all the way back to the kitchen island, people around the apartment now notably drunker, louder, stumbling into each other. “You aight?” 

“Yeah, yes. I am,” I murmur, pouring whatever booze there was in reach into a glass and downing it, attempting to calm the running thoughts trying to make sense of all of this.

“You sure ma?”

Fuck. The nickname. Suddenly it’s making my core burn, and I feel arousal pooling between my legs almost uncomfortably. Maybe that nickname wasn’t so bad. Maybe it got me so hot and bothered I could barely think. Maybe I wanted her to call me that and only that for the rest of my life.

“Mm, I’m sure,” I mumble, turning to look at the tall blonde beside me, the way some of the buttons on her shirt have come undone, the way she’s eyeing me back, her veiny hands wrapping around a bottle as she pours herself another drink, the chains on her neck, dangling into her shirt. It’s then when I realise - I want to fuck Paige Bueckers.

“Here you are, Paige! Have you seen Satou?” Savannah interrupts us, but my eyes are still stuck on the blonde next to me.

“No, I got no idea where she is sorry.”

“What about your girlfriend, she seen her?”

Suddenly my eyes snap from Paige to the stranger leaning over the island, blinking stupidly.

“I’m not her girlfriend,” I say sternly, my tone harder than it needs to be. I could feel myself getting overwhelmed.

“Wh- oh shit, I’m sorry. You two just seem like a coup-”

“We’re not together,” Paige interrupts her, clearly picking up on my stress levels rising. I feel the room spinning, my breathing growing shallow, my cheeks burning up.

Lala, who had been watching me and the blonde all night, swiftly walks over and grabs me by the waist. “Come with me baby,” she coos, her voice caring and affectionate as she walks me into the couple’s bedroom, closing the door behind us, separating me from everything causing the engulfing emotions.

“Sit down Zari, I’ll get you some water.”

I do as the older woman says, feeling embarrassed, just praying to any God that I didn’t cause a scene. I could feel my head spinning still, the effect from the alcohol still flowing in my bloodstream.

Lala returns and hands me a glass. I chug it down, handing it back to the woman and staring at the floor.

“Are you alright?” Lala asks, sitting next to me and following me closely. I rub my forehead, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m more drunk than I realised,” I murmur but the woman shakes your head.

“I think it’s more than that, Zari.”

I look at her, a knowing expression on the woman’s face.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Paige isn’t it, you like her?”

I sigh, not even sure how to answer that question. Not sure at all what the feelings swirling inside me meant. 

“I… I just think I’m drunk-”

“She likes you,” Lala interrupts me. I take her words in, blinking slowly as I do. Paige likes me?

“How do you know?” I ask in a moment of vulnerability. Something about the older woman made me feel safe.

Lala chuckles, shaking her head. “I think everybody knows baby.”

Oh.

I’m speechless for once, staring at the wall, recounting every interaction I had ever had with the blonde girl. My friend. Could she really like me? Worse of all, have I led her on?

“Look, just be careful alright. Don’t give her the wrong idea if… you know, you don’t feel the same,” Lala rubs my shoulders, like reading my thoughts. It all confused me, my feelings most of all - and deep deep down I wasn’t sure about what I felt, my mind an entangled, confusing pile of perplexity.

-

“Hey you alright?” Paige murmurs to me, pressing into my back as I’m pouring myself more water in the kitchen after my little breather. My body is covered in chills once more by her proximity - which must be a sign I like her at least a little bit. Or maybe I’m just needy for someone to touch me. I was drunk after all, and it had been a while. But then again, these chills always occurred when the blonde’s hands were on me, sometimes even when they were not. Just a simple look was enough.

“Yeah, I felt a little dizzy. Feel better now though,” I murmur, finishing another glass of water.

Paige hesitates, chewing on her cheek, clearly in her head as I turn around and notice her expression. “I didn’t do too much ri-”

“Here you are!! I love this song, come dance!” A drunk Satou interrupts the moment, dragging both me and the blonde into the living room, not giving us much choice in the matter. 

“Song’s almost over,” Paige chuckles, glancing at me as I shrug but follow the two hoopers.

“Who cares, I love it!” Satou laughs. We’re surrounded by a few others, dancing to the Drake song echoing around the apartment. As the beat fades out, I hear the soft melody of What You Heard by Sonder take over.

“Nooo, boo, I’mma go ask for more Drake,” Satou murmurs, walking off, leaving me and Paige alone.

Our gazes meet and we chuckle at the same time at the girl who just left, clearly even drunker than me and Paige.

“Fuck your mind up, waste time, I'm prone to that, do it all the time, Keep your guard up or wait in line”

“This song is actually fire,” Paige grins and I nod.

“It is.”

I take a dip in her blue eyes, finding comfort in them as the song plays, not at all shocked when Paige steps closer and grabs a hold of my waist, swaying with me. The alcohol is still pumping through my veins, making it easy to wrap my arms around her neck without thinking what it might mean. It felt good to be close to her, so what?

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts.”

Paige sings along to the lyrics, the tiniest bit off-key yet something about it makes me grow flustered quickly, mind flashing with images of her doing exactly what the lyrics describe.

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts, When I get you to myself, it's murder,” I sing back to Paige, our eyes meeting. Her eyelids are heavy from the drinks, and there’s a hint of a smirk on her face. Her silver chains sparkle in the dim lighting, but all I’m looking at is the way she’s staring me down.

Something about the alcohol makes me bold, pressing my body closer to hers, my fingernails scratching into the back of her neck gently, watching as her eyes nearly flutter shut at the contact.

“You be wildin', I be wildin', too, But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you, Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin', too,” we sing to each other, the blonde’s thumbs rubbing circles on my hips as we dance together. I feel the burn from earlier spread to my core once more, making it hard to think clearly. 

Our faces are inching closer, to the point where I can feel her hot breath on my skin. My heart begins to pound and it becomes difficult to keep my eyes open. Paige licks her lips, leaning downwards. For a moment I think she’s about to kiss me, the distance between us growing smaller and smaller - until she ghosts my lips, turning her face, mouth hovering right over my ear, warm breath tickling against my skin.

“If he was a winner, Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing, If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down, Make you forget that you was ever with him,” she murmurs into my ear with the lyrics of the song, left hand staying on my hip, right hand coming up to the back of my head to hold it still as we keep swaying to the melody.

I feel flustered, my cheeks growing hotter and my core aching for something. No, not for something - for Paige.

“And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game, But girl, I'm giving you the whole thing,” she murmurs with a deep, hoarse voice, my body tingling and on fire at the same time. 

Turning my face, my nose brushes into the blonde’s, but I’m too scared to open my eyes, too scared that if I do I’ll start thinking again, realising how senseless this entire situation is.

Paige’s nose nuzzles mine, and I can hear the shallowness of her breathing, her hand at the back of my head maneuvering me in a way so our lips are hovering over each other. I feel like I might pass out, my heart trying to race out of my chest at this point.

“Paige, Zari, I finally found herrrr!” Satou shouts over the crowd, making both of us pull away. My eyes shoot open and I see the girl holding her friend Savannah.

“Oh! Good!” I smile awkwardly, Paige’s hands still on me. 

“Jesus…” The blonde murmurs to herself, looking around clearly frustrated by the unwelcome interruption. “You wanna go to the balcony for, uh, some fresh air?”

“Yeah,” I nod, without thinking. I let the tall girl walk me onto the balcony, closing the door behind us.

Fresh air it is not, the weather a hot and humid warning for the approaching scorching Dallas summer. But it still feels right to be alone with Paige, under the dark Texas sky. I glance upwards, looking at the stars to avoid meeting the blonde’s stare.

“So damn hot,” Paige groans, unbuttoning her shirt even more to get more airflow, though I couldn’t care less. I’m only gazing at the way the chains on her neck rest against her skin.

“Yeah, it certainly is,” I mumble, leaning my back against the glass railing.

Paige looks at me with something I can’t recognise, her expression softening as she’s taking steps towards me. “Fuck, that accent,” she murmurs, her hands easily finding their way to my waist again.

“What do you mean?” I laugh.

She shrugs. “I dunno, I just love hearing you talk.”

I chuckle, bringing my hand to her chest and playing with the chain there, number 5 dangling off it. Paige grins too, continuing.

“And the things you say too.”

I scoff, displeased. “Like what?”

“I dunno! British things!”

“British things??” I ask, laughing so hard my stomach begins to hurt, my fingers still fiddling the number 5.

“Like… Taking the piss!” She laughs, leaning closer. I bend forward too, my face scrunching as pearls of giggles spill from my mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re so stupid,” I murmur in a blur of joy, my hand snaking behind her head. In the haze of the alcohol and the giggles and the newfound feelings, before I can think it through, I’m pulling her down by the chain and her head, leaning closer and kissing her.

It’s heaven. Every nerve in my body is on fire. The blonde’s lips open for me, slowly but sensually sliding against mine. My legs feel weak, and my nails dig into the skin of her neck, a whimper leaving my mouth but she swallows it, groaning in response. Her hands squeeze my waist before moving to my face, landing on my jaw to keep me as close as possible - like she might die if I pull away.

I’m pressed closer to the glass behind my back as the kiss grows hungrier. Paige’s mouth opens further, her tongue darting out to slide against my lower lip, begging for entry with a small whine slipping from the blonde’s mouth. It’s like everything pent up was finally releasing, something I didn’t even know was there, bubbling right underneath the surface. My tongue meets Paige’s, both of us melting into the kiss. I feel like putty in her hands, like she could mold me whichever way possible. This is the best kiss I’ve ever experienced, I know that for sure. Jasper always kissed in such a stiff, forceful way. Right. Jasper.

It takes me back to the moment, as if for a sliver of a second I can think clearly. What the fuck am I doing. This isn’t me. I haven’t thought this through at all. I’m leading Paige on.

Abruptly I pull back for air, the taller girl already dragging me back into another kiss needily. But I push Paige back by her chest, stopping her. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other. What the fuck am I doing.

“I have to go, I’m sorry,” I mumble, shoving her off me as gently as I can, saying quick goodbyes to Lala and Arike before practically running down the stairs and throwing myself into a cab, leaving Paige upstairs as if nothing happened. The only proof of the night’s events merely the way my lips still burn and tingle, and my racing heart and swirling mind trying to make sense of everything.

-

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Aw that max and Julia blurb was soooo cute

Along similar lines could you do post race press conference where Amelia runs up onto the couch and runs to lando instead of Charles and is just all uncle lala obssesed

Lando has just won his first race and even though the rest of the grid wasn't the winning team, everybody celebrated the result for the British driver. It had truly been a long time coming, and the buzz didn't seem to quieten down anytime soon.

Charles was also on the podium, so you and Amélie stood on the side of the press conference to watch while Hervé stayed back in the hospitality.

"Uncle Lala", your little girl said in your arms, pointing to the newest Grand Prix winner o the sofa.

"Lando won today, mon coeur, yes he did", you smiled, tuning around when someone tapped your shoulder.

One of the staff members had found Amélie's stuffed bunny on his way over to the conference and was then giving it back to your little girl, "say Merci, amour", you encouraged.

"Merci", Amélie said once you set her down on the floor.

The little girl was quick to run away from you, easily going under the limit between where you stood and where Charles, Max and Lando stood.

"And the devel- hi, mon ange!", Charles got interrupted by your little girl as she tried to climb on the sofa, "here, I'll help you!", he encouraged her, helping her up.

While Charles thought she wanted to sit on his lap, he was surprised by your daughter as she turned her back to him, wrapping her arms around Lando's neck and kissing his cheek.

"Hi Amélie", Lando smiled, "is this my congratulations kiss? Thank you, little one", Lando cooed, holding her hips now that she was standing up on his legs.

"Lala won, Lala won!", the little girl cheered, delighting everyone inside the room.

"I did, didn't I?", Lando continued, "and Max and your papa were also on the podium!", he checked.

Amélie didn't budge, though, smiling at Lando before she hugged him again, choosing to stay there for the rest of the interview.

"My brothers will never let me admit this, but I think Amélie's favourite uncle is Lando - she's obsessed with him, aren't you, amour?", Charles touched her cheek.

"Amélie is my favourite Leclerc - whenever she walks into McLaren, she always gets a few of our cookies, don't you princess?", Lando brushed her hair away from her eyes.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[scribblestatic]

Hello! I’ve really been enjoying your Spider Shen Yuan posts and I felt compelled to attempt to draw him. You said he was an Orb Weaver in the first post, and though I think it’s native to the America’s, a Golden Silk Orb Weaver not only sounds like a PIDW creature, a spider that weaves with golden silk sounds badass and something to covet. I added the little Pom-Pom pedipalps and silk shawl, and extra sharp bits on the legs based on Monster Hunter spider‘s like Lala Barina and Rakna-Kadaki.

Ayo, buddy?

Pal?

This looks fuckin SICK!!

Hot DAMN this here is a creature!!

Thank you so much, omg ❤️❤️❤️

[rahuratna]

Okay how about a silly one: player/hunter is out on a hunt with Olivia and ends up getting a concussion or something because they got distracted because "holy shit she's SO pretty" q(≧▽≦q) (this could also be done for the other support hunters as well if you feel like it!) <3 woodworks!anon

Synopsis: [MH Wilds Olivia x Hunter/Reader]

A hunt with Olivia goes terribly wrong when you manage to get yourself concussed ... and possibly ramble about your secret infatuation with her.

Genres: Romance, humour, fluff, crack.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

(My take on the above request, provided by the lovely Woodworks! Anon, this time featuring the one and only Olivia).

This was getting out of hand.

Keeping an eye on the swaying neck of your seikret as it waded through the scarlet-hued waters of the forest, you could freely admit this fact to yourself.

It was your fault, and you knew it. You're the one who had allowed it to get to this point. It had started as a nagging little loose rock that had cascaded into an avalanche of an uncontrollable nature, the moment you'd allowed that first pebble to roll.

The subject of your thoughts chose that moment to speak.

"We're almost at the site. Ready your weapon."

Olivia.

Charismatic captain of the Astrum unit, veteran hunter, your partner on this particular hunt. And the woman who was now occupying your thoughts more than was healthy, considering your increasing infatuation with her.

This needed to stop. You needed to get it under control.

As the trees gathered and the canopy closed overhead, you could rationalise this all in some sense to yourself.

Olivia represented everything you admired in a hunter. She was powerful, exceptionally brave, cool under fire and a born leader. Her track record was singularly impressive, and you'd seen first hand how her experience translated into the field when you partnered with her on hunts.

Somewhere along the line, your professional admiration blurred over into the territory of the personal.

You found yourself listening for her deeper, melodic tones at meetings, watching out for her presence at camp, seeking out her company during the few hours of downtime you got between hunts.

You began to notice the way her hair looked a shade darker when wet, how her stride shifted from confident to purposeful when faced with an important task, the faint creases at the corners of her eyes when she favoured you with a rare smile and the way she smelt of iron, thunder and armour polish after a hunt in a storm.

You tried your best to hide this fascination, and you thought you'd done a fair job thus far. Heaven knew, if Gemma noticed anything, you'd never hear the end of it.

It couldn't be denied, however you examined it though, that Olivia was a very attractive woman, and the way she looked in the heat of battle certainly didn't help things.

Catching sight of her raised fist pulled you from your reverie and you brought your mount to a halt, alert, eyes taking in the forest around you. Although the canopy seemed peaceful, there was something that caught and snagged on your hunter instinct, something that must have struck Olivia too.

Cautiously,  you turned in a circle, listening for tell-tale sounds.

There.

To the left, in the copse of trees that leaned over the water.

You signaled Olivia and she nodded, hand slowly moving up to the hilt of her hammer. You slid from the back of the seikret, planting your feet on the ground, readying yourself.

The Lala Barina's stabbing appendage came rocketing through the undergrowth, spearing the ground with a thud before retreating. You swung swiftly, the edge of your weapon scoring a sliding scrape along the creature's skin.

It shrieked in fury and advanced, trees shoved aside as its bulk, catapulted by deceptively spindly legs, came hurtling towards you.

You dodged, rolling across the loamy earth as Olivia took the opportunity to stagger the monster with her own blow. Occupied as it now was with her, it gave you an opportunity to rush in once again, timing the fall of your strike with hers.

There it was.

That surge of exhilarating sameness that refused to lie without acknowledgement.

You couldn't deny this, the intoxicating rush that came with every blow you landed in tandem with hers, hyper aware of the swing of her waist, knowing exactly when she was going to feint, watching for the slight pivot on her left heel when she went in for a heavier attack.

It was as if even your breathing synced with hers, two predatory organisms that shared synapses, so closely interlinked that your prey stood no chance against the both of you combined.

It was also the reason that you spotted the way the Lala Barina suddenly swept back, taking an unusually short time to launch its body at the earth, the force of which could knock you both away.

And Olivia wasn't going to get out the way in time.

It wasn't that you didn't think she could tank the damage. She'd handled far worse before, and had come back swinging with a vengeance. It was more the fact that your body reacted before your mind could process the logic of what you were intending.

Holding your guard up, you gritted your teeth as you slid towards her, the shockwave of the monster's falling form knocking the wind out of you. You stumbled, foot landing awkwardly, a gasp leaving your throat as you careened sideways and then you were being dragged across the ground by the creature's follow-up attack, your head striking against some hard surface with stunning force.

Vaguely, you heard Olivia shouting out to you.

In the half-haze of your barely conscious state, you were sure you were imagining the panic in her voice.

Olivia never panicked. She was always so calm, so in control that she ...

Oh. You should probably - ah! Yes. There was a monster. It was ... hadn't it been there a minute ago? You could have sworn -

Shining.

The sunlight through the trees looked so pretty overhead. It would be nice, wouldn't it, to lie here on the ground, with Olivia next to you -

What? Yes, moving. Moving would be a good idea. The monster was actually here. Still. How persistent.

You'd have to do something about that. How could it interrupt your nice little daydream about watching clouds with Olivia? Rude.

Rude monsters had to be put down. They had no place in civilised society.

Why did your arms and legs feel like they were moving through water? So slow. So much resistance. So ... unbalanced. Whoa.

Well, at least you'd hit the thing. It was staggering back.

Moving through water. Hmm. How pleasant. Floating until it felt like the world couldn't touch you. Like the world was floating away.

Was that the monster on the ground? Did it also feel the same? Perhaps it did, because it was taking an awfully long nap.

Good. Less bother.

And was that ... was that Olivia running towards you?

But she'd been in the dream, and now she was here? She was kneeling next to you, and oh? When did you end up on the ground? Strange.

Dream Olivia had put her hands on your face. You realised that she'd taken her gauntlets off and was feeling along the base of your skull.

Ouch.

Olivia, stop it. She was poking where it hurt.

She paused and looked down at you in concern. Her lips were moving. Was she asking you a question?

No need to worry. You'd be just fine. A giggle escaped your lips and now Dream Olivia seemed even more worried.

Why so worried? The sky is blue. The clouds are so fluffy. Would you eat a cloud, Olivia? They must be tasty. Maybe they're sweet?

No? But why was she moving again? Dream Olivia was even more impatient than the monster.

Shame on you, Olivia.

She's spoiling everything. Can't she just stay here with you and watch the pretty clouds? Can't she -

Oh wow. Wow.

Did she just sweep you off your feet? Was she carrying you?

Ahhhhh, don't panic. Don't blush. Be normal. Don't kick your legs and laugh like a teenager.

What a dream this was turning out to be!

Oliviaaaa.

Your queen. Your gorgeous hunter. You couldn't  believe you were here, in her arms. It's truly a spectacular day to exist. She's so strong and amazing. She's as ... what's the phrase? Oh, come on, brain. So slow. Everything's so slow today.

Oh! Hot as a Lavasioth's scales.

No, no, Olivia is even hotter than that. When Olivia walks past, it's like being bombed by a Bazelgeuse. Knocks you to the ground and everything feels like it's exploding.

Dream Olivia is staring. Wonder why. Her shoulders are shaking too. Is she coming down with something? Oh no! Don't be sick, Olivia!

She's not? Then why is her face turning red? Her ears too! Oh here, she should let you cool off her ears. You have cool hands from the water.

Isn't that better?

Good! You wouldn't want her to come down with something.

Anyway ... is that ... a wingdrake approaching? Is Olivia going to -

Ahhhhhhhhhh. Olivia! Be careful! She can't just -

You're flying.

And Olivia is holding you so tightly. She can't drop you! She won't? Oh, you know she won't. She'd never let anyone fall and splatter all over the ground below like a fluffy egg.

Eggs.

Would Olivia like breakfast? You're very good at eggs. All kinds. If you made your eggs just right, maybe she'd think that you're beautiful too.

But the camp is already here? No! You were just beginning to enjoy snuggling with Olivia. She was ... well, maybe under all that armour she was comfortable to hold.

Was that ... dream Alma? And Gemma? Why were they running over here? Olivia had everything under control, so there was no need for their services, thank you.

Alma was shouting something.

Ouch. Less shouting Alma.

And why all the lights in your eyes? The only light you needed in your life was Olivia!

Couldn't they understand that? You were going to make her the best scrambled eggs and then she wouldn't want to hunt with anyone else! Ever!

And Dream Alma was pushing up your sleeve and ... injecting you with something? What on earth could that -

Oh. Oh.

How drowsy you felt all of a sudden. The world, and Olivia's tight hold on you was fading, fading like so many nameless hunts, drifting in the wind, and ...

When you awoke, the heavy, slightly coarse folds of the blanket were the first thing you took note of. You groaned and passed a hand over your eyes.

Your head felt like a herd of aptonoth had just stampeded through it. Reaching back, your fingers traveled gingerly over the sizeable swelling on your scalp before you flinched and slowly pulled yourself upright.

Alma was reading nearby. She scrambled to her feet and came over to you, eyes traveling carefully over your form to assess the damage.

"You took quite the hit. Are you feeling okay to sit up?"

You nodded and immediately regretted it.

She shot you a sympathetic look before pouring out a steaming healing drink from the vessel on the table beside you.

"Here. This is will bring down the swelling and ease the pain."

You took it and drank deeply, sighing as you felt the effects go to work, stealing through your body with the subtle warmth of sunshine.

"How long was I asleep?"

"We let you rest overnight. You did wake up a few times but you weren't - "

She cut off abruptly, and you squinted at her. Something wasn't right. She wasn't meeting your gaze and her mouth had suddenly pursed into familiar folds that told you she was holding back her amusement.

"What happened while I was out?"

She took the cup from you and set it down carefully, as if making sure not to startle a skittish animal.

"How much do you remember?"

Your brow furrowed as you thought back.

"I remember ... being here at camp. And getting ready for a hunt."

She nodded encouragingly.

"And then I ... rode out to a meeting point somewhere in the forest."

"And then?"

"Then ... oh, Olivia was there!"

There it was again, that flash of hidden mirth. Why was she -

"And you both fought a Lala Barina. A dangerous one. Do you remember anything about that?"

"Hmm. Not much. I think ... I saw it go for Olivia. And then I jumped in and ... yeah. Not much after that, I'm afraid."

She nodded and patted you on the knee.

"That's probably for the best."

"What do you - "

"Oho. There you are. Up and raring to go."

Gemma must have spotted you awake, and you watched, confused, as she sauntered up, a grin you could only describe as 'shit-eating' on her face. Alma prodded at her glasses and shot Gemma a look. The cheerful smithy was undeterred.

"Well now, honey hunter. Ready to get some new helmets made? Might prevent you from hitting your head and turning all smoochy again."

"Gemma."

There was a note of warning in Alma's voice, but you suddenly felt a writhing sensation in the pit of your stomach, a vaguely formed idea that something terrible had happened while you were unconscious.

"What is she talking about?"

"It's nothing! Just lie back and - "

"You mean you don't remember?"

Gemma snorted and slapped her thigh.

"You can't remember a single thing?"

"Well, no, obviously, because I - "

"So you don't remember asking Olivia on a date to eat fluffy scrambled eggs?"

And now the bottom dropped right out of your stomach, the snakes that had been writhing there a short while ago shrieking faintly as they plummeted into an endless ravine.

"I did ... what?"

Alma raised her hands as if to quell the tide of rising panic.

"Look, it's not that bad. She knows you were completely concussed when you - "

You struggled to your feet, eyes darting around the tent.

"What? Tell me now. Tell me everything. I need to know how bad it was."

"Well ... "

Gemma cleared her throat.

"Hmm. Let me see. Hmm. Hmm. Something about how you wanted to cuddle with her. And her armour was in the way. And oh, something about how beautiful and strong and amazing and gorgeous she was. So many words, so little space in my brain. And how you wanted to ... eat fluffy clouds with her? That one confused me, for sure. And yeah, there was also the bit about how you wanted to stay in her arms forever. Hard to forget that one."

Alma sprang in, seeing your expression of growing horror.

"Ah, but like I said, she knows you were not in the right state of mind. Olivia wouldn't - "

You buried your face in your hands.

"My career is over."

"What? No!"

"I'm finished. It's done. I can never face - "

"No! It's not that bad, I promise."

Gemma was polishing her fingernails against the lapel of her jacket.

"Well, that's kinda subjective. I mean, the whole camp did see you kick your legs like a four year old and shout that the only light you needed in your life was Olivia."

"End me now. Send out a request, Alma. Fifty thousand zenny and I'm the target."

"Look, just ... calm down. We can do damage control. Get the word out that you - "

"What's this about damage control?"

The flap of the tent raised, falling behind a familiar figure and the blood froze in your veins. Never, in all your years as a hunter, had you felt so much like a hapless herbivore, about to be snatched up in the jaws of a raging Anjanath.

It was Olivia.

Gemma's grin had almost spread across the entirety of her face. Alma leapt to her feet, almost blocking you from view, and you'd never been more thankful for her.

"Ah! Olivia. We ... weren't expecting you."

The woman in question raised an eyebrow, cool as ever.

"I'm just here to check on them. They took a pretty bad blow to the head."

"Well - "

"I'm fine."

You stood, placing a hand on Alma's shoulder, moving her gently out of the way. As much as you appreciated her attempt to protect you, hiding behind cover had never been your way.

No. You'd face this and take whatever consequences would come your way, no matter how crushing -

"Good." Olivia met your gaze head on, "Got me worried out there."

Oh. Was she going to pretend it never happened?

As much as the thought brought you some relief, you couldn't help but feel the heavy pall of disappointment that settled over your shoulders.

"Well, as you can see, I'm up."

You forced your face into some semblance of a smile and gave her your standard professional response.

"Hope to hunt with you again!"

She eyed you for minute that seemed to grow into an hour. Gemma and Alma were seemingly watching the exchange with bated breath.

Eventually, Olivia shrugged, running a hand through her hair in a gesture that seemed oddly awkward, glance moving somewhere to the region of your elbow.

"Yeah, sure. But I'll see you before that right? You did promise me those scrambled eggs."

"Oh, yeah, I mean ... huh?"

"Fluffy scrambled eggs, right? Said you could make them perfectly."

"Um. Yes. Yes, I can. I can make them really, really well. How about - "

"Tomorrow? I've got to sort something out in the Iceshard Cliffs this evening, but I'll be back at camp after."

"That's ... that's fine. Perfect. I'll see you then, I suppose."

"Then it's settled."

She offered a brief farewell to Alma and Gemma, pausing with her hand on the canvas flap of the tent entrance.

When she turned to face you, your knees nearly caved at the sight of her half-smile, the glance of appreciation that moved like a warm torch over your disshevelled form.

"I won't be wearing any armour. Maybe you should leave yours behind too."

In the profound silence that reigned over the tent after Olivia's departure, Gemma fanned herself slowly.

"Well now. Ain't it hotter than a forge in here?"

Based on previous notes: @pinkiedash101 @mrs-potatocat @rubberroomwithrats

[wanderingconstellations]

HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS <333

Scara having a dirty dream about femreader and him but he woke up so suddenly and was hard that he had no choice to grind on us while we are sleeping

OOOOOOO LALA 😍

Scara who was having the most ravishing and delicious dream! Dreaming of stuffing his cock into your tight hole, and making it seep with your mixed cum— but sadly to only be woken, feeling hard.

He knew he shouldn't be doing something so dirty, especially grinding his growing erection behind you, on your ass. It's not like he can help it, his dream made him so hard— he couldn't help but just grind himself against you and whine about how needy you make him feel.

You told him that you didn't mind him doing it in your sleep..though you wouldn't expect it since you thought he wouldn't do that kind of thing..but here he his, spreading your legs open and finding his fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts— pushing your shorts and panties off you and tossing them aside before leaning in to lick your wet slit.

You gave a small moan at the sensation, turning your head to the other side and falling back asleep. Even when you were in a deep, deep, slumber— you can still feel everything he was doing.

God, you made him feel hard against his restraints. He can't help but rub small circles around your sensitive, making you whimper and tremble in reply.

Okay, now you've done it. He can't help it, he had to shove his cock into your hole and ram himself into you. Don't blame him when you're acting like that even on your sleep, you're just so irresistible. He had to pound himself into your pussy and feel you clenching around him. Scara just had to have you! Plus, you weren't wearing any bras under your shirt too! His hand found its way to your breast and started to pinch and fondle with your breast— stirring you from your sleep.

You let out a moan when he gave out deep and fast thrusts, almost like it'll be his last to ever fuck you like this. It was almost unbearable, you were already so close. His mouth was on your other breast and his other hand was working on the other one.

And yet here you are, finding yourself cumming all over his girthy cock that was painting your walls white. Just so you know, he won't let you go until your all filled with his cum. Just remember not to grind your ass on him next time <33