#kellie fanfic

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

WAG Bootcamp

Part 2

Word count: 767

Pairing: lando Norris x reader, but mostly just Y/n and the WAGs

Summary: Y/n, Lando Norris’ new girlfriend, attends her first F1 race and is swiftly taken under the wing of the WAGs, who teach her the unspoken rules of f1

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Y/n had been to big events before. Red carpets, premieres, and fashion weeks—she could handle a camera flash like a pro. But standing at the entrance of the paddock for her first-ever Formula 1 race, wearing her McLaren pass around her neck, she felt completely out of her depth.

The world of F1 wasn’t just about fast cars; it was about politics, strategy, and—most terrifyingly—the WAGs.

Lando had kissed her goodbye at the hospitality entrance, promising to see her after FP1, and that was when she was ambushed.

“Alright, rookie,” Kika, Pierre Gasly’s girlfriend, looped an arm through hers, her honey-blonde hair bouncing as she steered Y/n toward a private table in the paddock. “Time for bootcamp.”

“Bootcamp?” Y/n repeated, feeling a bit like a deer in the headlights.

“You think you can just waltz in here and be a proper F1 girlfriend without guidance?” Lily, Alex Albon’s girlfriend, teased, sliding into a seat with a knowing smirk. “No, sweetheart, it doesn’t work like that.”

“You’re lucky,” Alex, Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend, added. “Not everyone gets the full WAG orientation on their first weekend. Usually, we just let them suffer.”

Y/n blinked. “Should I be scared?”

Rebecca, Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend, gave her an encouraging pat on the back. “Yes.”

Lesson One: Pre-Race Preparation

“You need to know how to handle Lando before a race,” Carmen, George Russell’s girlfriend, started, flipping her sunglasses onto her head. “Every driver has their own pre-race routine. If you mess it up, congratulations—you’re the reason he finishes P12.”

“Wait—what?” Y/n’s eyes widened. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Not really,” Kelly, Max Verstappen’s girlfriend, said with a shrug. “Just don’t be annoying. Keep the energy calm, don’t talk too much, and if he’s in the zone, let him stay there.”

Kika nodded. “Pierre needs hype. So I tell him he’s the best, kiss him, and send him off like a gladiator into battle. Meanwhile, Lily literally has to trick Alex into thinking racing is just a fun little game so he doesn’t overthink.”

Lily grinned. “I gaslight him into thinking it’s no big deal. Works like a charm.”

“Susie?” Y/n turned to Susie Wolff, the ultimate WAG and wife of Toto Wolff. If anyone knew how to manage an F1 man, it was her.

Susie sipped her espresso like a woman who had seen it all. “Toto is different. He’s not the one in the car, but believe me, he’s more dramatic than any of the drivers.” She sighed. “My advice? Just make sure Lando doesn’t forget to eat.”

“Got it. No messing with his pre-race mood, gaslight if necessary, and make sure he eats,” Y/n recapped. “I can do that.”

Lesson Two: Media Management

“Now, the media,” Alex said, leaning in. “You’re dating Lando. People will analyze everything you do. What you wear, how you look at him, whether or not you smiled when he crossed the finish line.”

“You need to learn the ‘paddock girlfriend’ face,” Kelly instructed. “Not too excited, not too miserable—just engaged enough to look like you care, but also mysterious.”

Lily demonstrated, tilting her head slightly and pressing her lips together in the perfect neutral expression.

Y/n tried to mimic her but ended up looking mildly constipated.

“We’ll work on it,” Carmen assured her.

“And social media,” Rebecca added. “Fans will stalk every post, every like. If you breathe near another driver, they’ll start a conspiracy theory that you’re cheating.”

Y/n groaned. “Oh, fantastic.”

“Just own it,” Kika advised. “If they start a rumor, make it worse. That’s what I do.”

Lesson Three: Surviving the Race

“You are now a part of the emotional rollercoaster that is watching your boyfriend risk his life at 300 km/h,” Susie said with a knowing look. “You will feel stress, anxiety, and possibly rage.”

“If someone crashes into Lando, you are obligated to hate that driver for at least two weeks,” Kelly informed her.

“And you need a coping strategy,” Rebecca added. “I stress-eat.”

“I online shop,” Alex said.

“I start manifesting,” Lily said dramatically.

“I drink,” Kika said, holding up a glass of champagne.

Y/n exhaled. “This sport is insane.”

The women all nodded in agreement.

As the session wrapped up, Y/n felt a new sense of confidence. Maybe she wasn’t fully prepared yet, but she had an elite team of WAGs ready to guide her through the chaos.

Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from Lando: How’s your first F1 day going?

She smiled, typing back: I think I just joined a secret society.

And so, the newest recruit of the WAG Bootcamp was officially initiated.

[sukunasbow]

annie leonhart, caitlyn kiramman, jinx, kelly van ryan, rio vidal, shoko ieri, vi, yuki tsukmo, + anyone you want.

“suck.” she instructs you, holding out her two fingers in front of your lips. you slowly part your lips, glancing down at her with a hazy look in your eyes as she gets on her knees. she inserts her fingers in your mouth as your lips wrap around the digits, slowly sucking on them. “good job, baby.” she praises you with a cocky tone, a small smirk on her face. “now, stop.” you follow her directions with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling up the silence of your bedroom as she slides her fingers out of your mouth, a thin string of spit still connecting on her fingers from your tongue. she brings her fingers down towards your pussy as you spread your legs at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to touch you. “already so wet, hm?” she whispers.

“mm, need you now, please.” you huff out. biting down on your lip, you intensely watch as she slides her fingers down the folds of your pussy, mixing your spit with your slick. “please.” you gasp and tilt your head back as her fingers circle the entrance of your tight hole, prolonging her teasing behaviour. you grow increasingly desperate as she uses your mixture of juices to slowly slide her two fingers into you with ease. “fuck, yes.” you moan out, your eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. to your disappointment, however, she glances back up at you and quickly pulls her fingers out of your cunt.

“eyes on me, okay?” she uses her other hand to squeeze the side of your thigh. “or else i’ll stop. you don’t want that, do you?” she scolds you. you shake your head in response. “use your words.”

“keep going.” you plead with her. she lets out a small mocking laugh before, once again, gliding her fingers inside of your wet and needy pussy. your mouth falls open as she starts slowly pumping the two digits in and out of you, creating a steady pace. “yes, yes, so fucking..” your cut off with a moan as she increases the pace, “so good.” the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers as they hit your sweet spot with every pump. you let out a string of curses, overwhelmed with the feeling of her fingers stuffing you full, “please, more!”

“so greedy, hm?” she coos. “since you’ve been so good, though..” you bite down on your lip when her tongue darts out to lick at your puffy clit while she continues fingering you, bringing you even closer to climaxing. you let out a whine, your hands instinctively gripping her hair for support as she flicks her tongue on your clit.

“faster, faster.” she listens to your demands and you feel yourself falling apart when her fingers hit the spongy walls of your pussy. “mmm’ cumming…”

“yeah? you gonna cum?” her voice is muffled as she goes back to licking at your pussy. “cum for me, baby.”

“fuck!” you feel a more intense sensation and before you can even recognize what’s happening, you’re squirting all over her fingers and tongue, your warm juices gushing out of you. your hips buck in pleasure and she pulls away in slight shock, looking up at you and watching as you try to come back down from your high.

“fuck, that was hot.” she breathes out, “think you can do that again?”

[charlotteking23]

Pairing: Lando Norris x bride! reader

summary: they are getting married and Y/N surprises Lando by having a nap scheduled into their wedding day 🤭

Requested: yes anonymous

Warnings: Lando being horny and first time writing social media au.

You sat outside on the balcony taking in the light breeze and sunny weather. On your lap lay your laptop, which overflowed with a million events for your perfect dream wedding.

Looking at all the events, you made space for an hour's nap. You knew all those naps wouldn't be enough to keep you awake, so you could only count on coffee.

But nonetheless, you were looking forward to getting married to the love of your life Lando.

It was no secret you had both been head over heels for each other especially Lando.

You decide to go inside after looking at all the food you were to serve to the guests.

The apartment was open with a nice large kitchen and a big living room with a TV, covering the walls and shelves were some of Lando's achievements in F1.

You watch as Lando appears on the other side of the living room before giving you a hug.

"Hey, baby...were you working on the wedding?", Lando said before taking the laptop out of your hand and setting it beside him.

"Just some final touches", you shrug before sitting on the couch.

"Can I see", Lando grinned taking the laptop already. You only nodded in response watching him open your laptop.

You watch his green eyes scan over the laptop in concentration, making sure to get every detail about the schedule.

"hmm...Baby what is this hour nap time", Lando pointed at the laptop in confusion.

"Oh Lan, you know how I love my sleep," You said laying down on his lap as he moved the laptop a little so it didn't hurt you.

"Yes baby", he smiled.

"Well, I needed my nap time," You said closing your eyes.

"During our wedding", Lando laughed at the schedule, which only made you annoyed.

You sat up quickly, "Yes Lando, I must have the nap time unless you want me to be cranky". You looked away mad at Lando laughing at you.

"Sorry for laughing, but now you are my baby", Lando smiled but it only confused you.

"What...What do you mean??", you said questioning his weird sentence.

"Because a baby needs nap time so I can call you baby wife", Lando laughed at your mad face.

"It's not funny", you said before grabbing the pillow from behind you and throwing it directly at Lando's face.

Only for him to throw it back at you and that's how the pillow fight started with you and Lando throwing pillows at each other before, breaking out in giggles with you both on the floor tired and a mess of pillows around you.

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yourusername: officially Mrs.Norris 🧡

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Landonorris: My beautiful, amazing baby wife

yourusername: Stop calling me baby wife but I love you>3 Landonorris: Never, Love You too❤

Landonorris: you could beat me up and I'd thank you

Danielriccardo: SIMP 🫵 User1: Stop their so cute

Landonorris: WOOF WOOF

Oscarpiastri: Congratulations, good luck with Lando

Landonorris: I thought we were friends

User2: Can Lando fight

carlossainz55: no he can't Landonorris: stop telling everyone I can't fight Carlos carlossainz55: but it's true mate

User3: I don't want Lando, I want Y/N

User4: I want both

Yourfriend: Congratulations!!

User5: Mother is Mothering

alexandrasaintmleux: Loved being your bridesmaid wishing you both a happy marriage, love you 🩷

Yourusername: love you too 🩷>3 Landonorris: what about me charlesleclerc: 🤔🤔🤔

Kellypiquet: Looking so beautiful, P loved being the flower girl 💐

Yourusername: thank you and P was so cute 🥰

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Landonorris: To my perfect wife, you make my life complete and put up with my bullshit and I cannot wait to love you forever and ever.

And Yes that's a picture of Y/N sleeping on our wedding day ❤️

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Yourusername: Awww Lando WTF is this, I told you that was my nap time. 😴

Landonorris: Hehehehe

Mclaren: Congratulations and Lando leave Y/N alone

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Landonorris: But she's my baby wife

Username6: Ms.Rabbit has fainted

Username7: Ms.Rabbit has fainted again.

Username8: LOVE THE DRESS

Username9: THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!

maxfewtrell: Congratulations Lando so happy to be your best man and prayers for Y/N for being able to deal with Lando.

Landonorris: What do you mean, I am an absolute angel 😇 Username10: LMAO Lando and Max

Charles_leclerc: Congrats Mr and Mrs Norris.

Yourusername: You were only invited because of Alex

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Landonorris: It's okay Charles, Y/N's only jealous of our relationship 👨‍❤️‍👨 Carlossainz55: What about us! Did our relationship mean nothing to you 😭

Username11: Best Couple award goes to the Mr and Mrs Norris

Username12: HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO PERFECT EVEN WHEN SLEEPING!!!

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Yourusername: DJ Norris in the house!!🔥

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landonorris: who is that handsome fellow your kissing, he's looks so fine 🫦

Yourusername: 🙄

charlesleclerc: My eyes, keep it pg there are kids here

maxverstappen1: yeah you 🫵

Username13: how much alcohol was digested for Lando to act like that

danielriccardo: Lando always acts like an idiot Mclaren: I feel bad for Y/N Landonorris: WTF

Landonorris: My baby WIFE looks so hot, my god I want you right now!!

Landonorris: break me, use me, please

Oscarpiastri: Zac said you are banned from using social media

Landonorris: you looked so sexy, baby 🥴

Oscarpiastri: I am scarred for life now Yourusername: look what you did to our poor child charlesleclerc: he's my child, I adopted him Yourusername: Not anymore!! 😒

Username14: Lando is so funny

Username15: And the horniness continuous

francisca.cgomes: Girl you look hot, LUVE YOUU!!

Yourusername: LUVE YOU TOO!!! 🩷

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Landonorris: Don't worry guys I got my phone back from Mclaren 😄. If anyone was wondering Y/N is fine but she passed out in the middle of the road, way past my baby wife's bedtime😴.

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Yourusername: I'm just a girl 🎀

Landonorris: 😒

danielriccardo: Photo creds where?

Username16: Only Y/N would do this

Username17: She's love's her sleep Username16: probably more than Lando

maxverstappen1: I'm surprised Lando can carry Y/N

Landonorris: I am strong 💪 carlossaniz55: sure mate sure

Username18: seeing Lando being made fun of by Carlos and Max is hilarious.

Username19: Y/N passing out on the road was not on my F1 bingo

Username20: it was on mine

Yourusername: I told you to stop calling me baby wife

Landonorris: but it fits you so well 🥺 Yourusername: really are you making that stupid pout again Landonorris: No.....Yes, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!! Yourusername: Ugh fine 🙄 Landonorris: good because your name is officially Baby Wife Norris 😁

Username21: giggling and kicking my feet seeing how cute they are😊

Username22: I am too single to be here

Landonorris: OH MY GOD

Landonorris: I want her to wrap her legs around my head😫

Mclaren: LANDO, we have a meeting tomorrow about you getting PR trained! Landonorris: oops hehehe 😁

[enwoso]

SENSE OF FAMILARITY | alessia russo x child!reader

this idea came out of nowhere really, well really sparked from chloe first start back in an arsenal shirt x

grumpy masterlist

the arsenal training ground was quiet in the early morning, the crisp air filled with soft chatter as players arrived one by one. the sky still held a sleep blue hue, the sun barely peeking over the horizon.

among those trudging towards the entrance was alessia with her hand occupied with her bag she took to training and you curled up in her arms against her chest like a koala.

you were not a morning person.

your tiny arms were wrapped around alessia's neck, your head resting against her shoulder, face half buried in the soft fabric of your mummy's hoodie.

you were still deep in your half-asleep state, refusing to acknowledge the fact that you had been cruelly removed from your warm bed and dragged into the real world.

"still out of it, is she?" beth smirked as she walked in beside alessia, throwing a knowing glance at your snuggled up form - it being how you arrived most days to training.

"completely," alessia sighed, adjusting her grip as you were slightly sliding down. "i tried to wake her up at home but she just gave me the dirtiest look and went straight back to sleep. honestly i'm impressed she let me get her dressed."

beth chuckled, "i like her style, i'd love a few more hours in bed too."

as more of the team arrived, the conversation shifted to their upcoming training sessions. leah, katie and kyra joining in, discussing everything from the last match to the quality of arsenals breakfast option.

meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware of your surroundings, you just remember curling up on the sofa as your mummy made her usual pre-work out smoothie, which for the record didn't taste very nice.

you had since curled further into your mummy's hold, your little hands gripping the hoodie strings like lifelines, your breathing slow and steady.

and then—

"so where am i supposed to be goin'?"

the voice was familiar. too familiar.

your head snapped up so quickly that alessia barely had time to react, catching her coffee just in time before it went everywhere.

one second you were barely conscious — the next, you were fully alert. blinking wildly as you searched for the source of the voice.

"huh?" you mumbled, still groggy but clearly on high alert.

alessia frowned. "you okay, lovie?"

but you weren't listening. you were twisting in your mummy's arms, eyes darting around the training ground searching for the voice you had just heard.

and then you saw her.

she was there, standing a few feet away dressed in full arsenal training gear, was chloe kelly.

you froze. your brain seemingly beginning to short-circuit as you stared at chloe, your mouth slightly open along with your sleepy confusion quickly morphing into absolute bewilderment.

chloe, meanwhile, was chatting casually with one of the coaches. it being her first proper day since signing the loan agreement with the arsenal. completely unaware that she had just rocked your entire worldview.

you turned back to your mummy's arms, eyes wide, "mummy.." you whispered, your voice filled with suspicion. "i think i seeing things.."

alessia not thoroughly entertained by your sleepy little delusions as she bit back a laugh. "what do you mean, lovie?"

you dramatically pointing towards chloe, as she stood clad in full arsenal training gear, "she's here," you stated, as if you were annoying a sight of a ghost.

alessia nodded, not understand quite what you were getting at, "yep?"

"but,, but she a man city player," you said slowly like you were trying to remind your mummy of something incredibly obvious.

"not anymore," alessia smirked, "she's playing for the arsenal now."

you squinted at your mummy, as if trying to detect the lie. then, you decided you needed a confirmation from the source. you wriggling from the warmth and comfort of your mummy's arms until you were placed on the ground.

the second you feet touched the ground, you were stomping your little feet straight towards chloe, hands on your hip in all your four-year old authority.

"what you doing here?" you asked, it coming out more of demand than a question.

chloe hearing your voice and now clearly amused at the sheer confusion on your face as she crouched down to your level. "i'm playing for the arsenal now" she explained with an excited grin.

you blinked, then frowned, then blinked again. confused.

"but, you play for man city... like viv" you insisted as if chloe had simply just forgotten what team she played for.

"not anymore, tiny" chloe chuckled at your stubbornness to accept the truth. "i got loaned out, im back with arsenal until at least the summer."

your little nose scrunched up, still deep in thought. your sleepy mind not helping with all this change so early in the morning. you crossing your arms, well tried to, your tiny brows furrowing. "so.. so you're here now?"

chloe nodded with a warm smile. "that's right." there was a beat of silence as you continued to process this unexpected development. and then - like a switch being flipped your face lit up.

"oh! well, okay then!" you immediately grabbing chloe's hand, nearly knocking the poor girl over as all your previous confusion was long gone. "come on, i gotta show you around!"

nearby, alessia had been watching the whole thing along with some of the girls. they all being very invested in the interaction before bursting into laughter.

"that's one way to wake Lovie up in the morning," steph quipped, chuckling slightly as she nudged alessia.

alessia shook her head fondly, watching you enthusiastically drag chloe toward the training facilities. "honestly, we should have signed chloe weeks ago. would've saved me a lot of grumpy mornings."

chloe shot a grin over her shoulder, "guess i've got a personal tour guide now?"

"oh, you've got no choice, it's lovie's way of saying welcome back!" alessia called back. "you're hers now."

you now fully embracing your role as chloe's personal tour guide - as if she was completely new to the building.. as you tugged her along eagerly. “come on lolo, i gotta show you where we eat lunch! and i'll can show you the best spots for naps — which is very important. oh! and the best part.. the snack cupboard!"

chloe laughed, letting you just lead the way, immersing herself in your well thought out tour. "sounds  like you've got your priorities sorted, kid."

you beamed proudly as chloe just smiled, "yep! and now you do too!"

with that, you marched chloe into the training ground, her mission clear: make sure chloe felt right back at home.

[awhhayden]

TOO SWEET ⊹₊⟡⋆ 18+

CONTAINS : grumpy x sunshine, fluff, fem!reader, innocent!reader, smut, f!ngering, soft!dom, mentions of drugs

SAM MONROE loathed the way you danced through life in your frilly pink skirts and bows, each twirl sending a ripple of annoyance through him. Your soft voice and insatiably sweet demeanor had become almost nauseating, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his thoughts. Sure, you had been neighbors for as long as he could remember, sharing laughter and mischief in the carefree days of childhood.

Yet, even then, your unwavering kindness struck him as disconcerting, a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. And now, as you stood on his front porch with a closed basket in hand, the warm aroma of freshly baked banana muffins swirling around you, he felt a strange mix of irritation and curiosity. Your big, doe-like eyes sparkled with innocence, and your gentle smile cut through his defenses like sunlight piercing a thick fog.

“Hi, Sam,” you said softly, your voice a gentle melody, “Is your mother home? I made some muffins!” Your long curls danced around you as you spoke, adding a lighthearted charm to the moment. Sam’s hand gripped the door handle tightly as he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. “I—Uh, no, she’s not home,” he replied, his tone gruff.

You reached up on your tiptoes, peering over his shoulder into the dimly lit house. “Is your dad ho���” you began, but suddenly stumbled forward, nearly losing your balance. Sam instinctively shot his arms out to steady you, a flash of irritation crossing his face. “Hey! Easy!” he exclaimed, clearly annoyed yet unable to hide the flicker of concern in his eyes.

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly, a soft pink blooming across your face. “No, he’s not home,” Sam repeated with a sigh, his patience waning. “I can take the muffins,” he added hastily, eager to escape the conversation.

A small smile graced your lips as you handed him the basket. Your hands grazed gently, and for a brief moment, a spark lingered in the air. “I hope you guys like them!” you beamed, infusing the moment with your infectious enthusiasm before turning and skipping off the porch.

Sam stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, watching you retreat. He shook his head as he finally closed the door, a mix of disbelief and confusion swirling within him. He walked into the kitchen, setting the basket down on the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing a soda. Leaning against the counter, he took a sip, the cool liquid contrasting with the warmth of the cozy kitchen.

His gaze drifted to the basket, the scent of fresh muffins calling to him. With a resigned sigh, he opened the basket and plucked out one of the treats. Taking a bite, he grimaced slightly; it was undeniably delicious, but too sweet for his taste—just like you.

Later that night, Sam sat in his room, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, the glow of the screen casting shadows on his uninterested face. The tranquility was abruptly shattered when his dad burst in, anger etched across his features. He held up a pack of Marlboro Reds, his voice rising in disbelief. “What the hell, Sam? Really?” Sam glanced up, his expression a mix of indifference and defiance. “What?” he retorted, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

His father took a deep breath, attempting to rein in his frustration. “You are not to be smoking under my roof!” he exclaimed, the weight of his authority filling the room. “I’m not! …in the house!” Sam shot back, his voice rising to meet his father's anger. With a heavy sigh, his father hurled the pack of cigarettes at him before storming out, muttering under his breath.

As the door slammed shut, Sam scoffed and picked up the discarded pack, an unexpected heaviness settling in the air around him. The silence that followed felt stifling, pressing in on him from all sides. He quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his keys, a decision forming in his mind. A night drive seemed like just the escape he needed to calm the chaos swirling inside his head.

Sam trudged out the door, not bothering to say anything to his family as he made his way outside. Just as he was about to open the car door, an all-too-familiar voice chimed from behind him, “Sammy?” You called out, your tone laced with curiosity. He paused, internally groaning, before turning around. There you stood, your short frame looking up at him, adorned in a pink skirt that danced with the breeze.

“Yeah?” he replied, forcing indifference into his voice.“Where are you going?” you asked, tilting your head, your curls cascading over your shoulder like a flowing river.

He snorted, the coldness of his tone betraying his irritation. “Why do you care?” A flicker of hurt crossed your face, your eyes flashing with disappointment. “I... I was reading on my porch,” you said, holding up the book tucked under your arm, “and I saw you about to leave. So, where are you going?” you pressed again, a soft smile creeping onto your lips.

Sam studied you for a moment, the warmth of your smile tugging at something inside him. “I’m going on a drive,” he replied, trying to sound disinterested.You gasped, your eyes lighting up. “Can I come?” you asked, your voice laced with genuine excitement. You gently grabbed his arm, leaning in with those big, pleading eyes. “Pleaseeeee,” you begged, and Sam couldn’t help but feel a pull towards your enthusiasm.

He ran a hand through his hair, wrestling with his thoughts. This was the last thing he needed right now, yet the sight of your hopeful smile made him kick himself internally. “I…” he started, exhaling a resigned sigh. “I guess so,” he finally relented.

Your face broke into a radiant grin as you jumped up and down. “Yay!” you cheered before climbing into the passenger seat. Sam slid into the driver’s seat and started the car. However, he barely had time to adjust before you wrinkled your nose.

“Your car smells like wee—”

“Do you want to come or not?” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice.

You nodded and fell into a contemplative silence. He began to back out of the driveway when you piped up again, “Ohhh, Sam! Can we get slushies?” A wide grin spread across your face. Sam scoffed, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. This girl was going to be the death of him.

An hour later, you settled into the cozy embrace of your seat, a red slushee cradled in your lap—thanks to Sam’s generous treat. You happily hummed along to the catchy melodies drifting through the air, lost in your own world. Sam, glancing over at you, felt a flicker of uncertainty creeping into his thoughts. He wrestled internally, guilt trickling in at the realization that he had been cold with you, Besides, your company didn’t end up being that unenjoyable, he thought.

“Where are we heading next?” you chirped, your voice cutting through his musings. A flicker of surprise flashed across Sam's face; he hadn’t expected you to be so eager. “Oh, I assumed we were just going home,” he admitted, and your smile faltered ever so slightly.

But then, after a moment’s hesitation, he added, “I know a spot where the stars look incredible. If that sounds interesting,” he added nonchalantly, though his heart raced a bit. “It’s late, and there’s not much else to do.”

Your expression brightened like a firework lighting up the night sky. “That sounds amazing!” you exclaimed, your excitement infectious. A subtle smile broke through Sam's apprehension, and he found himself slowly nodding in agreement.

Sam steered the car down a winding, forgotten road that led to a secluded dead end, parking deftly between towering trees. As the engine quieted, your breath caught in your throat, for you had just stumbled upon a breathtaking sight: a steep cliff that offered a panoramic view of the sleeping city below. The warm glow of countless lights twinkled like stars fallen to Earth, casting a magical spell over the night. You stared, entranced, your eyes reflecting the shimmering landscape. "How did you know about this place?" you asked, a hint of wonder in your voice.

“I come here to smoke sometimes,” he replied nonchalantly, as if that small confession held little weight against the majesty of the scene before you. Silence enveloped the moment, filled only by the distant hum of the city and the flutter of your own heart. After gathering your thoughts, you turned to him, your voice barely a whisper, “Sam?”

“Yeah?” he replied, glancing your way.

You hesitated, your heart racing as you took a deep breath. “Why are you so mean to me—or rude? I know that’s not who you are all the time, but… I can’t help but think you don’t... like me.”

His surprise was palpable as your words hit him like a jolt, guilt washing over him like a wave. “I… I don’t mean to be,” he stammered, raking a hand through his hair, the weight of your admission settling heavily on his chest. “I just don’t always have the best attitude,” he said, the admission wrapped in vulnerability.

A thick silence fell between you, and you turned to him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked, the innocence in your tone cutting deep. Guilt prodded at Sam's heart, and he mentally berated himself for making you feel this way. “I… I just wanted you to like me,” you confessed, the hurt in your voice striking a chord within him.

In the quiet that followed, memories flashed through his mind: your sweet gestures, like bringing him cold lemonade on sweltering days while he tinkered with his car, the way you brought him a packed lunch everyday you knew he worked , and the warmth you brought whenever you visited his home—his mother’s fondness for you was no secret. “I… I’m sorry,” he murmured, regret laced in every word.

You turned your gaze to the window, a soft sniff escaping your lips as the weight of the moment lingered. Then, out of nowhere, you felt yourself pulled from your seat, unexpectedly landing in his lap. “Sam?” you exclaimed, surprise coloring your voice.

With a gentle, protective arm wrapped around your waist, he drew you closer, resting your head against his chest. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he murmured, fingers tenderly stroking your hair. The unexpected intimacy sent warmth flooding to your cheeks.

You met his gaze, and time seemed to freeze as you looked into his eyes. He took in the sight of you, the way you felt like fire against him, the delicate scent of vanilla that intertwined with the cool night air. Tentatively, he lifted his hand to caress your cheek, leaning closer, his breath mingling with the electric tension that surged between you.

And then, with all the unspoken emotions swirling around, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

As your lips met, a wave of warmth rushed through you both, igniting a spark that sent shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened as Sam’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, matching the rapid rhythm of your own. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment of intimacy.

His lips moved against yours with a hungry urgency, exploring the softness of your mouth, tasting the sweetness that lingered there. You responded instinctively, your fingers tangling in his hair, drawing him even closer as the kiss grew more fervent. The tension that had hung between you began to dissolve under the heat of your connection, replaced by an undeniable longing that surged through both of you.

Sam’s hands roamed your back, tracing the curves of your body, igniting trails of warmth wherever he touched. You could feel the heat radiating from him, an intoxicating blend of desire and urgency that sent your senses spinning. As he pulled back for a breath, his eyes flickered with an intensity that made your breath hitch—a mix of vulnerability and raw desire that left you trembling.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing as you met his gaze, determination shining within your eyes.

With a soft growl, he took your face in his hands, crashing his lips against yours again, but this time with an assertiveness that stole the air from your lungs. His hands began to explore more boldly, grazing your sides before daring to venture lower, igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along your skin. Each touch made your skin tingle with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity building between you.

You pressed your body against him, feeling the undeniable evidence of his desire against you. With a newfound boldness, you tilted your head, deepening the kiss, as if trying to merge your very souls in this moment. Sam groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, making you crave him even more.

As the intensity of the kiss reached a fever pitch, Sam's hands gently coaxed you from his lap to the backseat, the confined space igniting a new wave of anticipation. With a soft urgency, he settled you down, his body pressing against yours as he hovered over you. “I’m so sorry princess” His fingers traced a delicate path along your thigh, igniting a fire beneath your skin, and you felt your breath hitch in excitement.

“I’ve waited too long to have you like this,” he confessed between kisses, his voice rough yet tender, each word igniting a new spark of longing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as if fearing he would slip away into the shadows of doubt that had haunted your recent past.

"You don’t have to apologize anymore," you murmured when you finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed. "Just show me how you feel." The challenge hung in the air, and you watched as a wicked grin spread across his face, a mixture of mischief and determination that sent shivers down your spine.

“Consider it done,” he murmured darkly, his fingers now dancing along the outline of your waist.

His fingers danced teasingly along the hem of your pink skirt, a playful tug pulling your attention. "I really like this," he confessed, warmth sparking between you. You let out a soft giggle, the thrill of the moment electrifying the air as his hand found its way to where desire lingered. You could feel the heat of your slick core radiating against his touch, every brush sending shivers down your spine. Your breath caught in your throat, a whisper of his name escaping your lips: "Sam…" He silenced you with a gentle hush, his voice low and sultry. "Just relax, princess. I’m going to make you feel good," he promised, pulling your panties aside with deliberate slowness. A single finger slid through your slick folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips that drew a deep, satisfying chuckle from him.

He pushed two fingers in and out, swirling in a rhythm that made your head swim, you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a tantalizing pressure that begged for release. “That’s it, just let go,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you entwined in this intimate moment, as his finger curled expertly, finding exactly the right spot to drive you wild.

Every flick and thrust sent electric sparks coursing through your body. “You like that, don’t you?” Sam teased, his voice rich and low. You nodded breathlessly, struggling to articulate how good it felt, how much you craved more. As if reading your mind, his movements intensified, each stroke a magnet pulling you closer to bliss. The heat built within you, an insistent throb that demanded attention, pushing you to the edge.

“Let’s see how far we can take this,” he whispered, his smile both wicked and playful, as he added another finger, stretching you just right. You bit your lip, trying to contain the sounds bubbling up inside you. But Sam was relentless, coaxing you out of your restraint, encouraging every moan and sigh to escape your lips as he worked his magic.

“Sam, I…” you gasped, but the words slipped away as sensations overwhelmed you. He paused for a heartbeat, teasing you, his gaze locked on yours, igniting a fire that burned hotter than anything you’d ever known. “What is it, princess? Tell me what you need,” he urged, his tone firm yet inviting, making the promise of pleasure hang tantalizingly in the air between you.

As his finger glided through your slick folds, you arched your back instinctively, the sensation igniting a fire deep inside you. He watched your reactions intently, a predatory glint in his eye, ensuring that every flick and stroke lingered just long enough to drive you to the edge. Sam's breath mingled with yours, taut with desire, as he pressed deeper, his touch exploring every sensitive curve and contour.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered, his voice thick with need. You could only nod, lost in the swell of pleasure that built with each movement. With a mischievous smile, he added another finger, gently stretching you as he curled them in just the right way. It felt intoxicating as every nerve in your body came alive—he knew exactly how to drive you wild.

“Sam… please…” you gasped, words tumbling over themselves in your urgency. The longing in your voice fueled him, transforming his gentleness into a fervent need. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Just a little more, princess,” sending shivers cascading down your spine.

His thumb began to tease your sensitive bud, swirling in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers. You could feel tension coiling within you, building to a peak that felt almost unbearable. Your breath quickened, and he seemed to relish every moment—the way your body responded to him, how you clung to the fabric of your skirt as if it were the only thing grounding you.

He captured your lips with his, a kiss that ignited a spark as he claimed you fully. It was passionate and desperate, a sweet mingling of breaths and taste. All the while, his fingers continued their relentless exploration, pushing you further into a whirlwind of ecstasy. You melted against him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating whirlwind he was weaving.

“Let go, baby,” he urged softly against your lips, his own voice thick with lust. With one last stroke, that coil inside you snapped, and you unraveled into pure bliss, your moans muffled against his mouth as waves of pleasure consumed you.

Sam held you close, whispering sweet nothings as he brought you down gently from the high. It was more than just a moment—it was a promise of more, His fingers danced gently through your hair, each stroke igniting a spark of intimacy that lingered in the air. As he drove you home, the world outside faded into a dreamlike haze, every streetlight and sign blurring into insignificance. You smiled to yourself your mind was consumed by a single thought: you had shattered the façade of Sam Monroe, glimpsing the passionate soul hidden beneath his hard exterior.

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[natalievoncatte]

Alex rolled onto her side, and was a little surprised to see Kelly Olsen laying next to her, turned away and curled up the Egyptian cotton of her bed

(their bed)

snoozing softly in the morning light. Alex took the time, as one does, to admire the vulpine curves of Kelly’s back and the elegant sweep of her shoulders. She wanted nothing more but to lean in and plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck and wake her, which would hopefully lead into a glorious Saturday morning of sun-kissed, gentle lovemaking that would result in an forgotten breakfast and breathy declarations seared into hot skin with caressing fingers and tasting lips.

Unfortunately her fucking phone was going off.

Alex rolled out of bed and snatched it, relieved that she hadn’t disturbed her girlfriend. She threw on a button-down as a makeshift robe and plodded out into the kitchen.

She wasn’t expecting a call from…

“Lena?”

“Alex?”

“Yeah, what’s up? You don’t call me often.”

“I need help. It’s an emergency. Sort of.”

Alex glanced back at Kelly’s languid form and one long leg slipping out from under the sheets.

“Where’s Kara?”

“I can’t talk to Kara about this. It has to be you, Alex.”

“Okay, sure,” Alex said, warily. “We can grab a coffee later at-“

“Alex, it has to be now and at my place. This is serious.”

Alex bit her lip. There was a compelling urgency to Lena’s voice. Alex didn’t have Kara’s super senses but she could pick up the nervous energy and hint of feed behind the words.

“Okay,” said Alex. “I’m on my way.”

Alex pulled on her cleanest pants and most readily available tank top and scribbled a note for Kelly (encouraging her to either stay in or be back in bed by the time Alex returned, as their business was unfinished) and grabbed her car keys.

Rising her bike would have been… a sore subject, as it were.

Morning traffic was surprisingly light and she made good time. Lena buzzed her up and she walked into Lena’s weirdly cold penthouse, and found her sister’s best friend pacing rapidly back and forth, dressed in a hoodie and hugging herself.

“Okay,” said Alex. “I’m here, Lena. What’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant,” Lena blurted out, before Alex had finished speaking.

Alex stared at her.

“Funny, I always thought you were a virgin.”

Lena glared at her. Alex knew why Kara was so fascinated by her- she had those big pretty eyes that radiated sadness and set off Kara’s protective instincts. Alex had figured out a long time ago that these two dipshits should just bang it out, but it wasn’t really her place to tell them, especially if it meant outing Lena, or dealing with Kara’s baggage from her weirdly fascist home planet and its bizarre ideas about sex.

(One example of said baggage being her sister’s heart breaking over the alien fuckboi from the asshole planet. If only Kara had realized that her gorgeous kind billionaire best friend was in love with her… you know, before the whole world domination Kryptonite laser thing)

(People who aim orbital fusion cannons at their friends should not cast stones, Alex had decided)

“Alex?”

Oh. Lena was talking. Alex pretty much blue screened there.

“Right, you’re pregnant. Are you sure?”

“I’ve taken two tests, and I’m late.”

Alex rubbed at her chin. Lena looked like a drowned rat, more than a little terrified.

Alex swallowed hard.

“Okay, first question. Did someone hurt you?”

Lena looked up sharply. “What? No.”

Standing to pace the room again, Lena rubbed at her arms as if she were cold.

“So um,” said Alex. “Do you need my help with…”

“I just need someone I can talk to that isn’t Kara. I can’t tell her yet.”

Alex swallowed. Hard. “Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

Lena sighed and stared out her balcony window.

“Do you remember that game night where we all got sloshed, last month?”

“Yeah,” said Alex. “You hosted. As I recall, Kara was the last to leave.

“She didn’t leave. I… I did something stupid. I tried to seduce her, clumsily. I was drunk off my ass.”

Alex tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck rising.

“Oh,” said Alex. “She brushed you off and you went out for a hookup? I’ve done worse. Are things okay between you?”

Lena stared at Alex as if she’d just grown a second head.

“No, Alex. Kara spent the night. She insisted we not do anything intimate until we both sobered up, but I talked her into staying in bed with me.”

Alex sighed. “You got any of that expensive single malt? Your dad’s brand?”

“It’s eleven in the morning.”

“Well, it’s not like you can drink it. You can have juice.”

Lena glared at her. “Cabinet by the fridge.”

Alex ended up pouring two glasses of cranberry juice and sat down at the kitchen island, pushing one over to Lena.

Lena sighed. “I don’t want to get into the details but we were definitely sober when we woke up.”

“And?” said Alex.

“We, um, we had sex,” said Lena.

“And then she got weird and brushed you off and you went out for a hookup?”

“What? No! Just let me finish telling the story.”

Alex sipped her juice, enjoying the bite on her tongue. “Okay.”

“We’ve been sort of seeing each other ever since. Quietly, keeping it to ourselves. Kara is…” Lena sighed, “she’s very protective and she’s afraid that you’ll get upset if you find out we’re together.”

Alex’s fist closed tightly around her glass.

“Lena,” Alex explained, “I’ve forgiven and forgotten a lot from you, but I’m having a hard time understanding how this happened if you’re with my sister. Did you cheat on her?”

Lena looked up sharply from her glass. “What the fuck, Alex? How could you even ask me that? God, am I ever going to be good enough for your sister? I know I fucked up. I know what I did was wrong. Hurting her was the worst thing I have ever done and I would trade anything to take it back, but we are in…”

“Okay,” Alex cut her off. “Fine. Our lives are fucking weird, so I’ll give you the benefit of tbe doubt. But usually you being pregnant would imply that a man was involved somehow.”

Lena blinked. “What?”

“You’re pregnant. There has to be a father.”

Lena stared at her in abject confusion.

Then she said, “Alex, Kara is the father.”

Alex looked at her for too long a moment.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck, Lena? What did you do?”

“What did I do?” Lena demanded. “It’s not my fault! I mean it is as much my fault as it is hers, but we weren’t worrying about protection the first morning and after that neither of us brought it up. I know, I’ve been stupid, I just…”

Alex’s mouth fell open.

“Protection? You and her? What the fuck?”

Lena took a long pull of cranberry juice and winced at the tartness.

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Apparently, under a yellow sun, Kryptonians can, um, adapt to a sexual partner’s body.”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Alex snapped, “okay fine my little sister… with you… and you’re pregnant. Fine, we’re on the same page. What now?”

Lena stared at her, biting her lip as she sought answers.

“Are you going to keep it?”

“Keep it?” said Lena. “It’s Kara’s. Of course I will. That’s not even a question. I’m just… I’m scared, Alex. What does this mean? How is she going to react? What if… Jesus, I’m carrying a half-Kryptonian baby. Is that even safe?”

“It worked out fine for Lois and Clark. Twice. You’ll be okay, if having the baby is what you want.”

“It is,” said Lena. “Kara makes me deliriously happy, Alex. She was like a knight in shining armor that night and she was so kind and gentle the next morning and it’s like… like this was natural. We both fell into it so easily that it was like it had always been this way. I love her. I love her so much.”

Lena was red faced, looking embarrassed as she cast her eyes down. Alex reached across the table and took her hands.

“Well, I’m glad you dipshits figured it out. Watching you two blush and stammer at each other for another five years would’ve killed me.”

“ALEX!”

“If you want my blessing, you have it. I’m sorry I doubted you, but in my defense, I didn’t know she could… do… that.”

“Uh, right,” said Lena. “I want to call her and ask her to come over now so I can tell her. I know this should be a private moment but… can you stay? It just feels like you belong here for this.”

“Yeah, Lena. I’ll stay.”

Lena smiled.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY HEADCANONS 🧰

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

James Kelly who met you during his work. At first he gave you few glances here and there but as you started to appear more often something started to stir in his heart

James Kelly who, from that time, always offered you his services and tried to bargain his friends so they would give him you as his new customer;

From the very first moment James saw you in his workplace, something shifted deep within him. It was a sensation that swept through his heart and stomach, enveloping his senses in a way he couldn’t ignore. Every time you visited the mechanical engineering shop, his ears would perk up at the sound of your sweet, melodic voice. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, stealing furtive glances as you nervously tried to explain the issue with your car to his friend and coworker.

As the days passed and your visits became less frequent, a hollow emptiness settled in his heart. The absence of your presence left a noticeable void, making him long for your return. His thoughts were consumed by you, turning over the idea of you being his customer rather than just someone who came in occasionally. So, what's better way to make it happen than to persuade his friends to let him take over your case? “C’mon, please,” he sighed, trailing behind Jackson who headed toward the sink.

“james, I’m working,” Jackson replied, turning on the water to wash his hands, a splash of soapy bubbles momentarily obscuring his skin.

James leaned casually against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture radiating both confidence and a touch of impatience.

“Come on, man,” he said, his tone a mix of desperation. “Just once. I’ll owe you a favor, I swear.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes pleading in a way that made it clear how important this was to him.

Jackson glanced over at him, a hint of skepticism in his expression. “And what’s in it for me if I agree?”

A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of James' lips. He was on the brink of winning this argument and he loved it. “You name the price,” he said, his voice steady and assured.

Every time you stopped by the shop, James felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, as if his entire body were electrified with anticipation. His heart pounded so fiercely against his chest that it seemed to echo in his ears. He didn't understand it. He didn't even know you that much to have some kind of 'crush' on you. But maybe that's the case? Maybe people don't have to know each other so much to be attracted to them. He just wished he'd not mistake himself in thinking about you more as some customer, more as just friend.

Yet it felt like he won a lottery; you were beautiful, seemed so sweet and kind, had a sense of humor.. and the moment you appeared, a wide, genuine smile would spread across his face. He made a concerted effort not to stare too long, but even his best efforts couldn’t entirely tame his wandering gaze.

“Um… hi, is Jackson here?” your sweet voice chimed, cutting through the noise of the shop.

At the sound of your voice, James' heart skipped a beat, just as it did every single time you came around. He looked up from his work, his blue eyes instantly drawn to your figure

“Ah, no, he’s not in today,” he replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh… he was supposed to check my car,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice when you pointed to the black machine behind you

He noticed the subtle disappointment in your voice and gave a small nod, seizing the chance to spend more time with you.

“Well, I’m not doing anything important right now, so I could take a look at it if you don’t mind,” he offered, his tone both casual and eager.

You thought about it for a moment. Jackson's not here, yet he promised to be there, your car in huge need to be checked out, a tall, handsome-looking guy with veiny hands in oil.. “Sure,” you replied, a hint of relief in your voice at his offer. It was important for you. So your car would have a proper care it needs and if someone offers you help and seems genuine about it, why refuse?

He pushed himself up from the hood of the other car he’d been leaning on and looked at you, taking in your slender form once more, your striking (e/c) eyes, and those plump lips that always seemed to captivate him.

“May I get your keys?” he asked, extending his hand in an attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible and forget about the awkward moment

You handed him the keys, and as he took them from your hand, he felt the soft warmth of your skin against his. His gaze followed the gentle graze of your fingers over his palm, which seemed to send a shiver through his body. He swallowed thickly to brush it off. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and think of him as a perv

“Alright, I’ll take a look at it,” he said, already heading toward your car with a sense of purpose. Over his shoulder, he called out, “And you’re… Y/N, right?” He feigned uncertainty, though he obviously knew your name perfectly well

“Yes, did something happen?” you asked, your curiosity piqued with hint of worry

James inserted the key into the ignition, but he didn’t start the car. Instead, he popped the hood and peered inside at the engine.

“No, no,” he began, his voice thoughtful as he leaned over the opened hood, his tongue briefly touching his lower lip as he considered his words. After a moment, he sighed. “Jackson’s been swamped with clients lately, so he handed off a few to me… and you’re one of them.”

“Oh…” you replied, a bit surprised by the news.

He leaned further into the car, reaching for something under the engine. In this position, he had an unobstructed view of you—one that made his thoughts wander more than he cared to admit. He grasped a specific tool and began working on the engine, trying hard to focus on the task rather than the fact that you were so close.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that it’s me taking care of you,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood. “I mean, not you personally, but… your car.” his tone slightly nervous. Yet to his surprise, you giggled at his awkwardness, the sound bright and uplifting his slightly crashed mood from moments ago

James Kelly who dyed his hair when he found out you like guys with darker hair at the beginning of your relationship (although you were sad that he did it and felt bad for somehow 'pushing' him to this decision)

James Kelly whose evenings often involve hanging out in his garage. It’s where he’s most at home, and he loves having you there with him. You might sit on a stool, sipping coffee while he works, occasionally handing him tools or just enjoying his company as he explains the nuances of car repair in his unique, enthusiastic way.

James Kelly who has a 'mechanic’s touch'. His hands, skilled and gentle from working with delicate engine parts, translate into tender, careful touches when he’s with you

James Kelly who has a soft spot for personal projects, especially ones that involve old, classic cars. He loves restoring vintage vehicles, and he often involves you in these projects;

James' eyes widened in awe as the old car was wheeled into his workshop. It was a vintage marvel, the kind of machine that whispered tales of a bygone era. The worn, weathered metal seemed to glow under the workshop lights, and his fingers twitched with impatience, itching to trace every curve, every detail of the car that had captured his imagination.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper. A satisfied grin crept across his face as he took in the car's elegant lines and timeless design. “Look how beautiful this baby is.”

You glanced at the car, a little less impressed. “It’s… okay,” you mumbled, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he clearly felt.

His head whipped around to face you, disbelief etched into his features. For a moment, he just stared, as if trying to comprehend how anyone could see this masterpiece as merely okay. Then, with a snort and a roll of his eyes, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay?” he echoed, his tone almost incredulous. “This baby is a classic masterpiece. You’re looking at a piece of history, something built with passion and precision. There’s nothing just okay about it.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned back to the car, already envisioning the work he would do. To him, this wasn’t just a car—it was a labor of love, a chance to bring a piece of history back to life.

"Jimmy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "I’m just not as into cars as you are."

He felt himself soften at your touch, almost melting into your embrace. But before he could fully surrender to the warmth of your hug, he let out another amused snort. With a gentle hand, he lifted your chin, tilting your face up toward him so your eyes met.

"You’re hopeless," he teased, his tone light and playful. He leaned down and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"At least tell me I’m more beautiful than this car," you quipped, your voice laced with a hint of mock seriousness.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. His eyes, a deep and vibrant blue, gazed into yours with a warmth that melted your insides. They were filled with soft, gentle affection, a look reserved only for you.

"Oh, doll," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity. "You’re way more beautiful than this car. You’re more beautiful than anything in this world."

You smiled when your lips connected in a soft kiss. Every time he was around you, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, a rush of excitement that never faded. The sensation of your skin against his, the softness of your form wrapped in his embrace, and the subtle, enchanting scent of your hair—it was all intoxicating. You were his personal addiction, a perfect drug he couldn’t get enough of, and each touch, each kiss only deepening his need for you.

“So…” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away just enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, “…what color should we make this car?”

A playful grin spread across your face. “Pink.”

Anakin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest although something changed in his expression, “Pink? Really? Not red, orange, or yellow, but pink?”

“Why not?” you shot back with a teasing glint in your eyes.

"It's just… wrong on so many levels. Sorry, baby, but this is not a damn Barbie car," he muttered with a shudder, a grimace twisting his features as if the very thought of turning a classic car pink physically pained him.

"But it'd be pretty," you replied with a sweet smile, undeterred.

He stared at you, still processing the idea that you seriously wanted to paint this car pink. His mind struggled to reconcile the vision of a tough, masculine machine with the image of it decked out in pastel colors.

"This car is supposed to be badass," he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "A tough, masculine car. And you just… want to paint it pink?"

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, and then smiled up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "A cute, baby pink shade… with glitter and jewels."

His soul practically left his body as you listed all the things you wanted to do to the car. He couldn’t believe you wanted to turn a classic, vintage masterpiece into something straight out of a fairytale.

“Are you kidding me? This is a vintage car, baby, and you want to make it sparkle like some kind of princess carriage?” he pleaded, his voice heavy with disbelief. He let out a long, weary sigh, already feeling the inevitable pull of giving in to your whims. Was he really going to agree to this just because he was hopelessly in love with you and couldn’t bear to see you anything but happy?

“Oh, please!” you chimed in, your tone sweet and persuasive.

He looked at you, a pout forming on his lips, his heart caught in the tug-of-war between his love for the car and his love for you. The way you didn’t quite grasp his distress—and the way you so innocently asked for a pink car—left him unable to say "no" outright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Your innocent smile only widened, the sparkle in your eyes growing brighter.

He just stood there for a moment, staring at you, trying to find the strength to resist. But finally, he let out a sigh so deep it almost sounded like a defeated groan.

“i am not going to spend hours trying to make this car look decent in freaking pink,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And I swear to god, if you even mention glitter or jewels one more time, I’ll lock you in this workshop and won’t even think about letting you out.”

“Now that’s rude,” you pouted, crossing your arms

James mirrored your stance, crossing his arms over his chest as well, his gaze fixed intently on you. He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

“Oh, and it’s not rude to demand that I paint this car in the most atrocious color and slap glitter on it?” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

“If not this car, then another one? Pretty please?” you countered, your tone softening as you tilted your head and gave him those puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work like magic.

He let out another sigh, the kind that hinted at resignation, but there was no hiding the fond smile that crept onto his lips. You knew he could never resist when you looked at him like that, with those wide, pleading eyes and that sweet, hopeful tone. It was his kryptonite.

“Which other one then?” he murmured, his voice softening as his resolve melted away completely.

James Kelly who loves to show off his work to you since he feels like you're really proud of him

James Kelly who's your one and only engineering. If anything is broken, you call Anakin. If anything needs repair, you call Anakin. If you have to put new furniture together, you call Anakin

James Kelly whose protective nature extends to ensuring your safety. He would always check your car to make sure it’s in perfect condition;

“jimmy, the last time you checked my car was three days ago. Nothing has happened since that day” you said, watching as he anxiously inspected your car, determined to ensure it was in perfect condition.

He straightened up, his expression serious as he leaned against the car with his arms crossed. His eyes held a flicker of concern, betraying the worry he tried to hide.

“You can never be too sure,” he replied firmly, though it was evident he was slightly exaggerating. He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it as he sighed with frustration.

“I just want you to be safe, you know? Let me take care of the car and make sure nothing happens to you,” he muttered, each word underscoring his deep protectiveness.

“You make me think about riding a bike,” you said, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“You’d look hot on a bike,” he responded with a wide smirk, his blue eyes locking onto yours with playful admiration.

“Oh, stop. Just—check the car and let’s go,” you said, trying to cut off the conversation.

“Sure, my lady"

James Kelly ho loved to test his motorcycles he fixed;

James had just finished working on the engine of the motorcycle, his hands smeared with grease and oil stains. He wiped them on a dirty cloth, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. There was something about being surrounded by machines that made him feel like a kid again—pure, unbridled joy bubbling up inside him. His eyes traveled to the shiny, black motorcycle, admiring the way the lights danced across the gleaming metal. His body buzzed with excitement at the thought of taking it for a spin.

“Now, it’s for your safety,” he said firmly, as he carefully placed a helmet on your head. “I’m not risking your health nor your life.”

The very idea of something going wrong on the ride—the possibility of an accident—sent a wave of anxiety crashing through him. His stomach tightened, and his heart clenched with worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, not when you meant everything to him. So, even if you were just sitting behind him, he wanted to make sure you were as safe as possible.

He swung his leg over the seat, straddling the motorcycle with practiced ease, and settled in comfortably. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the engine, the loud, roaring rumble filling the air and sending a powerful vibration through his entire body. “Hop in, pretty girl,” he called out over the noise.

You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. The moment he felt your body pressed against his back, and your arms encircling him, a sense of contentment washed over him. The warmth of your breath against the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine. It was one of the best feelings in the world—having you right there with him, close enough that he could reach out and touch you whenever he wanted.

“now hold on tight, doll,” he shouted over the roar of the engine, his voice laced with excitement, as he revved the motorcycle, ready to take off on the open road.

James Kelly who has little rituals that revolve around his work and you. For example, he would always start his day with a quick text to check in on you, and end it with a call to check if youre alright or just to hear your voice

James Kelly who made matching necklaces for both of you

James Kelly who's a big dog person. He'd very often stop by to stroke local dog (if it doesn't have an owner by itself) or gives food if some are wandering around his workplace

James Kelly who used, to your dissatisfaction, shower gel 3 in 1..and even if you've bought him more suitable and better shampoo, he had never used it due to his opinion that 'his shampoo is better and costs less'

James Kelly who had become completely devoted to you, giving all his attention and heart to you. He would do anything to see a smile on your lips and a sparkle in those beautiful eyes of yours. He'd do anything to make you happy, no matter what's the cost. He'd even go against everything and everyone for you if he'd have to

James Kelly who definitely talks you through it

James Kelly who loves to make love to you (obviously) however he, as much as adores sex in bed, he also likes the thrill of making it in the empty workshop..;

"someone could see us" you - tried to - say between moans, your cheeks flushed pink while you held onto James' arms

As often as he does, James ignores your concern, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to pound into you with no care in the surroundings. "Shh, just let go, sweetheart. No one's around. We're alone out here". he grabs your hips and starts slamming into you harder, the car hood creaking beneath you.

His breath hitches as he feels your nails digging into his skin, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. He almost takes as his goal to hit this sweet spot of yours like he always does. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against your neck as he speaks in a rough, desperate voice. "Yeah..just like that baby..gonna mark this car with your little pretty body..and--oh god--" he groaned after feeling your walls clench and hug him so deliciously "when we're done..whenever I'll look at this car I'll just see your pretty face, those beautiful legs all spread out and waiting for me--"

James Kelly who has a habit to just have you in his lap, while your naked, and play with your breasts. Enamoured by your deliciously perfect taste, he can't help but trace the puffy skin to delicately spread his saliva all over your nipple before taking it back again for the hundreds of time to his mouth, as if almost worshipping your flavour

James Kelly who would definitely finger you while watching TV;

"So wet for me, baby" his fingers glide over your folds, spreading your slickness around in slow, teasing strokes. "Do you want me to touch you here?" his voice rumbled against your ear

"mhm--"

His grin widens, and he slowly slides one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. "Just one to start, alright baby?" He begins to slowly move his finger in and out, his thumb circling your nub. "You're so tight...you like that? Just one finger?"

He tuts disapprovingly to your nod, slowing down his touch although his tone turns into chiming-mocking. "Eyes on the screen, love". He punctuates his words with a slow thrust of his finger "Good girl.." he praised after seeing you submit to him and to give you a prize, he sped up his touch once more, adding another finger and curving them inward to hit that spot. His actions elicited more gasps and moans from your mouth

"Shh, baby...quiet now". He adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. "Gotta hear the dialogue..." He whispered directly to your ear

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[redbullgirly]

Million Dollar Man [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x reader [social media au]

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Summary: Lance's girlfriend isn't afraid to show how much her boyfriend loves and spoils her. Unfortunately, "fans" seem to think she's a gold digger. But who would Lance and Y/N bee if they just let it slide?

Warnings: A lot of hate towards the reader by online trolls and just toxic fans, at the end she and Lance shuts them up but if you're not in the right head-space to read this, then please don't.

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yourusername life lately... how about you? 🍰💐

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user1 more like: life lately 💸💸💸

user2 LOL

lance_stroll life lately has been great ❤️

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user3 Lance don't worry we're going to save you!!

user4 our guy is lyinggggg i can feel it

user5 Oh my god let them live a happy life you trolls🤦‍♀️

user6 how can you know it's happy when she clearly uses him for money?🤨

user5 And how can you know it's not? Besides I don't think she uses him for anything🤷‍♀️

user4 then your just as naive as him user5 lol

user7 she's so classy a love it!😻

user8 Can she even drive or she just wanted to take a photo in his car?

fernandoalo_oficial You are slaying Queen!😉

fernandoalo_oficial Did I do it correctly yourusername?

yourusername it's great nando, just please never use that emoji again and you'll be ready do graduate from my gen-z university!

fernandoalo_oficial Damn it I knew all you use these days is this one: 💀

yourusername 💀

user9 OKAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT HER AND LANCE CAUSE I LOVE Y/N AND NANDO INTERACTIONS MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE!!

user10 i'm convinced she holds both aston drivers hostage in her basement and is forcing them to comment on her posts

user11 It's probably not even her own basement but Lance's😭

user12 nah she ain't even that pretty

user13 omg no way this post is the way I found out lance mf stroll has a girlfriend?🤠

user14 GIRL you have so much lore to catch up on

user15 Yeah welcome to the worst wag ever fandom xd

user13 wait I'm so confused... why do we hate her???

user14 bc she's basically a gold digger, like from the moment her and lance started dating she's been posting only about shopping and showing off herself and her bf's money

user12 plus she ugly af

user15 Yeah and there are rumors on twitter about her being really mean to everyone and that the whole paddock hates her and stuff...

user13 okay I get that but tbh we can't believe everything that's on f1 twitter

user14 idc she's a bitch even without the rumors

user15 I can tell Y/N is trying so hard to have the rich girly aesthetic... it's actually embarrassing😂

astonmartin Wow you have a great car right there😍

user16 more like her sugar daddy lance has it lol XD

user17 guys be fr if you had a rich boy you'd be spending his money too!!!

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yourusername thank you spa for having me! what a race, congrats to my favourite driver lance_stroll on p9 & his teammate fernandoalo_oficial on p5! great team work, hope to see you on another grand prix in the future astonmartinf1 💚🏆

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astonmartinf1 we hope to see you on another grand prix as well Y/N!🤩

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user1 you don't have to lie admin, it's waste of money on her... better give the paddock pass to someone else

astonmartinf1 well, we definitely won't give it to you user1, so no need to worry about it 😙

user2 daaaamn, the admin is coming for y'all haters

user3 Of course she had to wear the racing suit... c'mon that's so embarrassing🙄

user4 actually it's pretty normal, I'm pretty sure Max's gf also wore his racing suit at some point

user3 Yeah but I at least like and respect Kelly... Y/N is a horrible gold digger

user4 well then I'm pretty sure it's your problem, not hers🤷‍♀️

user5 girl stop pretending you care about racing we all know you do it just for pr and cash xdd

user6 Honestly I'm not a Lance Stroll fan, but he deserves someone better than her...

lance_stroll Thank you to my favourite wag! 🥳❤️

yourusername love you baby!!!💞

user7 favourite wag😂 good joke😂😂

user8 am I the only one who finds their interaction cute??

user9 yeah you are user8... like just look at it, it's so forced... wouldn't be surprising if their whole relationship was fake

user10 You can hate on her all you want, but she's actually gorgeous in the third pic😻

user11 YUUUCCKK🤮🤮🤮

user12 you see I would be fine with this post if she didn't have to show off the aston martin car again!!!

user13 Hey did you notice she tagged Nando in the caption and he didn't reply to her? I call it ✨karma✨ lol

user14 maybe he escaped from her basement😭

user15 💚💚

user16 sorry but I can't help it. There's just something fishy about Y/N and I can't bring myself to like her at all

user17 Guys who is this girl and why does she get more hate in her comments than hailey bieber??💀

user18 I hate how she makes the whole Grand Prix about herself

user19 no but fr... like honey, idc about you and your favourite driveeer

user20 Tf?? She literally called LANCE her favourite driver how is that about her... you haters are so dumb🤦‍♀️

user21 I bet she read the comments on twitter about how she's bad gf for not going to any races and decided to fix her image by this XD

user19 lmfao didn't probably work the way she hoped

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lance_stroll As some of you now, I am not very active on social media. Today I'm making an exception for Y/N, my lovely girlfriend I've been dating for almost a year now. She is one of the greatest, most kind, caring and selfless people I know. I don't know where the idea of our relationship being unhappy, one-sided or even insincere came from, but I would like to make it very clear once and for all that these assumptions are as far from the truth as they can be.

In my life, I experienced a lot of hateful comments and reactions myself. It is not something I wish anyone should have to go through and it's disgusting. I love Y/N with all my heart and I hope that one day, she'll make me the happiest man alive and allows me to marry her, build a family together. No one will ever again speak about her in an inappropriate way, or they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them. I am very serious about this.

Y/N, I'm not afraid to call you the love of my life. I never want to see you cry because of some meaningless hater. Love you to the moon and back, sweetheart ❤️

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user1 It's just so heartbreaking how Lance himself had to go through so many waves of hate because of his dad and now he had to watch Y/N go through it too...😓

yourusername love you to the moon and back too lance!!!💖

lance_stroll Wouldn't have it any other way honey!😌

user2 you know it's serious when sebastianvettel shows up

astonmartinf1 once the it couple, always the it couple!💚 proud to say we were never a hater😘

user3 i still think it's fake

fernandoalo_oficial and I think you are fake🤪

user4 LMAO nando come and get the haters lets goooo

user5 That's how you shut them up xd

fernandoalo_oficial how do you children say it? I AM LANCEY/N DEFENDER

user4 yeah yeah nando exactly that or you can say your a lancey/n truther

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user5 omg I can't believe I just had online conversation with THE Fernando Alonso😭

user4 GIRL ME TOO AND HE EVEN LIKED MY COMMENT😭😭

f1 What a beautiful couple you are!🙌 Hope to see you in the paddock after summer break!😏

user6 "they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them" daaammmnn man is standing on business here

user7 Tbh I never understood why y'all hated on her sm she's literally so beautiful and seems kind as well🤷‍♀️

lilymhe pretty giiiirl

lance_stroll I couldn't agree more!❤️

yourusername oh stop you two I'm blushing

user8 Can we take a moment to appreciate how beautifully the caption is written?🥹 Lance really has some poetic talent!

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user9 aaah she's still a gold digger and he's too blind to see it😂

user10 Yeah she probably charmed him in bed or sm

user11 Ohh user9 and user10... I wonder how it feels to know Lance and probably some other drivers hate you🫢

chloestroll My brother and my future sister-in-law!🥰

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yourusername 🥰🥰

user12 im actually so happy to see y/n replying to some of the comments and just being active without so much hate on her now!!!

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yourusername they say if he wanted to he would... I say he wants to so he does 🌹❤️

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lilymhe she ate you jealous people up with that caption

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lilymhe also alex_albon me when??

dior Wow!❤️‍🔥

lance_stroll That's what real men do instead of trolling others on the internet.

yourusername daaammn baby

lance_stroll What? I'm just stating facts 😌

kellypiquet shopping trip to Paris when?😍

yourusername anytime you want!!!💕

astonmartinf1 So lucky to (basically) have you on our team💚

fernandoalo_oficial I call that a slay admin

astonmartinf1 ...should I tell him slay is kinda out dated??

yourusername aaah let him have his moment

fernandoalo_oficial WHAT?! YOU TRAITORS I THOUGH I WAS GEN-Z APPROVED

yourusername 🫢

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Author's note: I hope you liked my first ever social media au story! I'll be glad for every feedback, comment, like, reblog and everything! You can definitely send me asks and requests for another smau's and even 'normal' fanfictions. Have a great day!

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

give me Jack Kelly who didn’t know he liked Davey till Crutchie pointed out how he looked at him.

give me Jack Kelly who kissed Davey during spin the bottle and couldn’t stop thinking about it but he thought that was normal.

give me Jack Kelly who draws Davey but that’s normal because he draws everyone, right?

give me Jack Kelly who has dreams about Davey but thinks it’s a coincidence.

give me Jack Kelly who acts like a jealous boyfriend when he sees a guy so much as talking to Davey.

give me Jack Kelly who gives an emotional confession in the rain like a cheesy romance movie.

give me Jack Kelly who loves Davey with everything he has.

give me Jack Kelly who has to be shut up by his friends cause he talks about Davey too much.

give me Jack Kelly who hadn’t fully lived till he met Davey Jacobs.

and now he has.

[paucubarsisimp]

sick days

pairing: poly!max verstappen x kelly piquet x reader

summary: in which you’re sick but your boyfriend and girlfriend are there to take care of you

warnings: none

the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows was the only sound that filled the quiet apartment. the air inside was warm and cozy, but you, curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, still felt like you were shivering with the chills from the fever that had you bedridden for the past day. you could barely keep your eyes open as your head throbbed with every slight movement. your throat felt raw, and your body ached like you’d run a marathon, but all you wanted was to sleep it off.

kelly was a picture of calm and care as she moved around the living room. she had set up a little “sick station” beside you—a tray of hot tea, tissues, cough drops, and a few movies queued up on the tv just in case you felt up to watching. her presence was grounding, and it made you feel safe, like nothing else in the world mattered other than you getting better.

max, on the other hand, was never far from you. usually so full of energy, it was almost disorienting to see him so soft, so tender. he sat beside you on the couch, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. he didn’t even seem to mind that you had been in bed all day, only caring about how he could make you feel comfortable.

“how are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his voice low and soothing. his thumb lightly traced circles on the back of your hand, offering comfort without a single word needing to be said.

“better now,” you murmured, though you weren’t entirely sure you were telling the truth. honestly, you just wanted to sleep through the sickness, but there was a warmth in their presence, a kind of quiet care that made everything feel a little easier.

kelly came over with a bowl of soup and sat down beside you, the steam rising in soft curls from the bowl. “here, sweetheart. it’ll help you feel better,” she said, her voice so gentle it almost made your heart ache. you took a spoonful, savoring the warmth and saltiness as it soothed your sore throat. “you just rest,” she added, brushing her hand through your hair. “we’re here for you.”

it was then that penelope, kelly’s little girl, toddled in with a stuffed bear clutched to her chest. she was wearing her favorite pajamas—pink with little unicorns—and her curls were a bit wild, probably from a nap. she immediately climbed up onto the couch and snuggled up beside you, her tiny arms wrapping around your waist in a warm hug.

“mama says i’m supposed to help take care of you,” she said seriously, looking up at you with her big brown eyes. “i’ll give you my bear if you need him.” the stuffed animal in her hands was comically large, almost as big as she was, but you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture.

max chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with fondness. “she’s a good nurse, isn’t she?”

“best one i’ve ever had,” you replied with a grin, reaching out to ruffle penelope’s hair.

kelly laughed, too, settling in beside you and watching as you two interacted. “she’s been asking every five minutes if you’re feeling any better,” she said, her tone light and affectionate. “i think she’s been more concerned than we’ve been.”

you could feel the warmth of her hand on your arm as she leaned over, adjusting the blankets around you and ensuring you were comfortable. “just rest,” she repeated softly, her voice full of affection. “we’ve got you.”

max reached over, brushing a few strands of hair off your face, his touch lingering. “you know, it’s okay to let us take care of you,” he said quietly. “you don’t have to do anything but get better.”

you leaned into him, grateful for the care they were giving you. “i don’t know what i’d do without you two.”

penelope, hearing your words, leaned up with a serious expression. “we’ll always take care of you,” she said, sounding every bit like her mama. “because you’re family.”

the weight of her words settled over you, and you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. kelly and max exchanged a look, both of them smiling softly as they watched you and their daughter. everything felt so right in that moment, like nothing in the world could tear you apart. with them by your side, there was no sickness, no pain, no fear. just love.

you drifted in and out of sleep as they all tended to you, their voices soft and constant, a steady reminder that you were cherished. max made sure you stayed hydrated, bringing you water and more tea when you needed it. kelly kept adjusting the blankets, making sure you were warm enough. and penelope? well, she never stopped cuddling up next to you, her small hands bringing you things she thought might help—a toy, a new stuffed animal, even just a kiss on your cheek whenever she saw you look tired.

you could feel your energy slowly returning, not because of medicine or anything that might help physically, but because of them—because of the love they gave you, the care that wrapped around you like a comforting cocoon.

when you finally stirred again, it was because of the light pressure of a kiss to your forehead. max was leaning over you, his face full of tenderness. “feeling a little better?” he asked, his voice still gentle.

you smiled up at him, your heart full. “yeah, a little. i think i’m gonna make it through.”

kelly, sitting by your side, gave you a soft smile, brushing her thumb across your hand. “we’ll make sure of it.”

penelope snuggled into your side, yawning. “when you’re all better, we can play. you’re my best friend.”

you chuckled softly, feeling lighter than you had in days. “i look forward to it, my love.”

in that moment, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be—wrapped in love, surrounded by care, and with a little family who would always take care of you, no matter what.

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JAMES KELLY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

WARNING: after a point it starts to have sexual content

A/N: Hi beautiful people, I watched American Heist again and while I was waiting for my bus I finished these headcanons, I hope you like them, and feel free to comment and share what you think ;)

- James finally asked you out after the fifth time you showed up at the garage with some new complaint about your car—a strange noise, a stiff steering wheel, or any excuse that brought you back to him. He saw right through it. Leaning against the hood of your car with that knowing smirk, he finally said, "You don’t need to make up reasons to see me, sweetie. Just ask me out." You turned red, stumbling over a denial, but the way his blue eyes held yours left no room for argument. With a sheepish smile, you caved, agreeing to grab drinks with him later that night. - At first, James kept things light. He told himself it was for your sake—his criminal record, his brother, the weight of his past weren’t things he wanted to drag you into. But you stayed. And when he realized he didn’t want to push you away, he put effort into making things official. One night, he invited you over for dinner, surprising you with a home-cooked meal—spaghetti bolognese, cheap but decent wine, and a candle flickering between you. It was his way of saying I want this. I want you. - James carried himself with a tough, no-nonsense attitude, but when it came to you, he was different. He made sure you knew how much he appreciated you—whether it was carving out time in his packed schedule, checking in on you with a quick "Good morning, sweetheart" text, or calling just to hear your voice when he had a rough day. He wasn’t the best with words, but his actions spoke louder than anything he could ever say. - Anytime you showed up at the garage, whether to bring him lunch or just to say hi, James would break into the biggest grin. Grease-stained hands quickly wiped down on a rag before he pulled you in—one hand cradling your face, the other wrapped around your waist, grounding you against him. His coworkers always had something to say, throwing in teasing remarks, but he’d just shoot them a glare. "Jealous assholes. Get back to work." Then he’d turn his full attention back to you. - James was a man of physical affection—his hands were always on you. A palm resting on your thigh when you sat together, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back while you talked, arms wrapped around your waist whenever he pulled you close. He loved having you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. And if you shared a shower, he’d take his time kissing along your neck and shoulders, murmuring against your skin as you told him about your day. - It hadn’t even been a year before James got a tattoo for you. To him, tattoos were permanent, significant—just like you. Whether it was your name in delicate script, a flower that reminded him of you, or something more personal, the moment he sat in that chair, he knew he’d never regret it. It was his way of saying You’re a part of me now. - James had seen too much of the world’s ugliness to ever let it touch you. If someone so much as looked at you wrong, his whole demeanor would shift—jaw tightening, shoulders squaring, eyes burning with quiet fury. He wasn’t the type to throw punches without reason, but if anyone crossed a line? He wouldn’t hesitate to make them regret it. - Some nights, when neither of you could sleep, James would grab the car keys and take you on a drive. No destination, just the hum of the engine, his hand resting over yours on the console, and the city lights stretching endlessly ahead. Sometimes, he’d park somewhere quiet, pull you onto his lap, and kiss you slow—like he had all the time in the world.

SPICY HEADCANONS (+18)

• The first time James made love to you, he was meticulous in his worship, his mouth trailing reverent kisses along every inch of your newly exposed skin as he peeled away your clothing with tantalizing slowness. His husky voice murmured fervent praise and tender endearments, the words dripping like honey as he mapped the terrain of your body, committing every dip and curve to memory. When he finally sheath himself inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust, his eyes locked onto yours, watching for your every reaction as he claimed you inch by inch. He set a languid pace, each roll of his hips a loving caress, determined to brands this perfect moment into your very soul.

• Even as the months and years passed, James never lost his hunger for your body, for the way your velvety walls clung to him like a glove. He would spend hours exploring your secret places with a greed that was both insatiable and worshipful, his tongue delving deep to taste your essence. Watching you come undone beneath him, your back arching, breasts heaving, and a litany of breathless moans spilling from your lips, he felt a primal satisfaction. Each spasm and shudder of your body was a testament to his skill, his touch, his unyielding desire for you.

• On nights when the world was pushing him too hard, James would burst through the door, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with barely contained lust. In one flurry of motion, he would hike up your skirt, unzip it, and bury himself to the hilt inside you in one brutal thrust. The sudden intrusion, the feel of your scorching, silken heat enveloping him, would have him seeing stars, cursing under his breath as he fought the urge to exhaust himself right then and there. He would set a punishing pace, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts and growls mixing with your lewd cries.

• After a day fraught with idiotic clients or last-minute demands from his boss, James would return home, his chiseled jaw clenched tight and a storm brewing in his eyes. Barely a word would pass his lips as you guided him to the couch, his large frame sinking down onto the plush cushions. Before he could protest that he didn't need coddling, you were kneeling before him, your deft fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. The moment your soft palm wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock, he inhaled sharply, any objections dissolving into a low groan. Your tongue darted out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the swollen head, and he bucked his hips forward, silenced by the sudden surge of pleasure. "Fuck," he growled, one large hand fisting in your hair as he pushed you down further on his length, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers.

• James was a man who craved connection, intimacy, and he found it in the dance of his bodies, in the slick slide of skin against skin. It didn't matter if you were straddling his hips, your breasts bouncing with every roll and grind, or if he had you bent over the arm of the couch, your back arched and ass presented. As long as he could claim your mouth, could swallow your moans and whimpers as he plundered the recesses of your throat with his tongue, he was a happy man. There was something primal about the way he kissed you, a raw heat that set your nerve endings alight and made you think to be consumed by him. He kissed like he fucked - with a single-minded intensity that left you breathless and reeling, drunk on the force of his desire.

• But there were times when you acted like a brat. On those occasions, he would flip you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your upper body down against the cushions until your ass was raised and presented, just the way he liked it. He would run a possessive hand over the globes of your rear, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh until you wriggled beneath him, desperate for more. "This is what happens when you're... teasing me, little minx," he'd growl, delivering a sharp smack to your ass that would jolt you forward and set your nerves alight with a mix of pain and pleasure. Then, without warning, he would be inside you, his thick cock splitting you open and stretching you wide around his invading length. He wouldn't start off slow, no gentle buildup to ease you into the rhythm. No, he would set a punishing pace from the start, hammering into you with a force that shook the very foundation of the furniture beneath you.

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Baby Fever in Abu Dhabi

Word count: 840

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: After Max and Kelly announce their pregnancy during a dinner in Abu Dhabi, Y/n finds herself daydreaming about starting a family with Lando.

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The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend was always electric, the perfect mix of high stakes and celebration. The paddock buzzed with energy, and the golden hues of the desert sunset made everything feel surreal. Lando Norris and Y/n had just wrapped up a long day of media sessions and track walks, and they were both ready to unwind.

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet had invited them for dinner at their suite in the luxurious Yas Marina hotel. Y/n had been looking forward to it all day—Max and Kelly always made great company, and their gatherings were a welcome break from the intense race weekend atmosphere.

When they arrived, Kelly greeted them with her signature warmth, her glowing smile instantly making Y/n feel at home.

“Come in, come in,” Kelly said, ushering them inside. The suite was stunning, with a view overlooking the illuminated marina, the yachts glittering like jewels against the dark water.

Max appeared from the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine. “About time,” he teased, shaking Lando’s hand. “Thought you’d get lost on the way here.”

“Not everyone drives like you, mate,” Lando joked, smirking as he plopped onto the couch.

Y/n gave Kelly a quick hug, then turned to Max. “Thanks for having us. This place is incredible.”

“We’re glad you could come,” Kelly said, her voice unusually soft.

As dinner was served, the conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from the season’s highs and lows to plans for the off-season. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Max and Kelly were holding something back. They exchanged knowing glances throughout the meal, and Kelly’s hand frequently rested on her stomach.

Finally, as dessert was brought out—a decadent chocolate cake that Y/n immediately eyed with excitement—Max cleared his throat.

“Alright,” he began, his tone quieter than usual. “We have something to share with you.”

Kelly placed her hand on his, her smile lighting up the room. “We’re having a baby,” she said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Oh my God, Kelly! That’s amazing!”

Lando blinked, clearly caught off guard but quick to recover. “Wow, congrats, mate! That’s… wow.” He stood up, giving Max a firm handshake and a clap on the back before hugging Kelly.

Y/n practically launched herself at Kelly, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you two! You’re going to be the best parents.”

Kelly laughed softly, her hand instinctively brushing over her small bump. “Thank you. We’re so excited—and nervous, of course. But mostly excited.”

As the evening continued, the conversation shifted to baby names, nursery ideas, and Max’s surprisingly sentimental thoughts about fatherhood. Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, but deep down, a small, unexpected pang tugged at her heart.

On the drive back to their hotel later that night, Y/n stared out the window at the shimmering lights of Abu Dhabi. The streets were alive with fans and festivities, but her mind was elsewhere.

“You’ve been quiet,” Lando said, glancing at her as he navigated through the bustling roads.

She hesitated before responding. “It’s just… Max and Kelly. They seemed so happy, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his tone casual. “Max looked like he’d just won two championships in one season or something.”

She laughed softly, then turned to face him. “Don’t you think it’s amazing? Starting a family, building something together like that?”

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he gave her a quick look. “You’re not saying we should do that anytime soon, right?”

“No!” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I’m just saying… I don’t know. Seeing them tonight made me think about it. Someday, maybe?”

He pulled into the hotel parking lot, switching off the engine before turning to her fully. His expression softened, a mix of amusement and tenderness. “You’ve got baby fever, don’t you?”

Y/n groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Maybe a little. But it’s not like I want a baby tomorrow or anything. It’s just… it made me think.”

Lando reached over, pulling her hands away from her face. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re avoiding the question.”

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Alright, I’ll admit it: seeing Max all excited like that was kind of cool. But we’ve got time, Y/n. Let’s enjoy what we have now, yeah?”

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, we do have a pretty good thing going, don’t we?”

He grinned, his signature mischievous look returning. “The best. And who knows? Maybe one day we’ll have a little Norris running around. But let’s take it one step at a time—like getting me through this race weekend first.”

Y/n laughed, the tension melting away as they headed inside. As she slipped her hand into his, she couldn’t help but picture a future where their little family dreams might just come true. But for now, she was happy with their here and now—and Lando by her side.

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found family | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: how it came to be.

word count: 6597

double the trouble masterlist

Yes, again, this one has been re-wrote for the third time to fit in with monkey's background, and I honestly didn't like the way I wrote the older version.

let me know what you think!

You never really understood the importance of family, after all, you had grown up with an alcoholic and drug addict of a father who made it very well known he didn’t care about you from the very day you were born, but meeting Leah and Jordan changed everything for you.

They became your found family.

You had been part of the Arsenal Girls’ Centre of Excellence since you were younger. If you asked Leah, she would tell you that she’s practically watched you grow up right in front of her eyes.

It was somewhat true at least.

You guess that you can say that Leah and Jordan have always been there, watching out for you even when you weren’t aware of it. Leah had met you when you were just nine years old, a small and scrawny kid with a magical touch on the ball.

You had wormed your way into her heart from the very first day.

Back then when everything was simple and you were a happy kid. You lived with your Grandma, who was the only real family member that gave a damn about you. She was your dad’s mum, but that lady adored you, fussed over you and made sure that you never went without so when she died, you were completely heartbroken.

And that’s when everything started to crumble.

You were sent to live with your arsehole of a father, Mark. A cruel, neglectful man who barely acknowledged your existence–except when his fists did the talking.

You never properly realised the promise that Leah made to your Grandma before she passed away. A promise to keep you safe from Mark, the man that you called your father. However, social services deemed him “good enough” to have you back in his care.

They missed the alarm bells. They messed up.

Mark was a master manipulator, convincing them that everything was fine. They didn’t see the numerous beer cans strewn around the room, the stale smell of cigarettes that lingered through the house, or the bruises that you hid beneath oversized hoodies.

He put on an act for so long, an act so convincing enough for people to believe him for that long–nobody ever realised that everything wasn’t as perfect as it seemed to be behind closed doors.

Leah, of course, knew. She had always known there was something that wasn’t right, and she never gave up ever fighting for you–she has always been in your corner.

Mark hated that. He did everything he could to cut her out. First, the visits stopped. Then, the phone calls. At first, you were confused–hurt. You didn’t understand why Leah stopped showing up. You didn’t know that Mark had been behind it all along.

Leah never broke her promise to show up. Mark just made it impossible for her to keep.

At the age of twelve, you were temporarily removed from Mark’s home after you called out to Leah and Jordan for help.

However, even with social services getting involved and removing you from Marks’ home, it was never good enough–even with the court ordering an emergency placement to live with Leah and Jordan. For the first time in years, you felt safe.

But safety was temporary.

For a while, things were okay. Life with Leah and Jordan was… good. You were quiet, reserved, but you were safe. And that was enough. Even on the bad days, when you tested boundaries and pushed back, they never gave up on you. They never stopped trying.

The judge gave Mark a second chance to change his ways. Looking back, it was a bad call on his part. He was careful at first. Kept his temper in check. Played the role of a changed man. And it worked, Mark’s manipulation swayed the judge to rule for joint custody.

Social services were there waiting for him to put one wrong foot out of place, but Mark never did.

Then came the talk of supervised visits with Mark. The very thought made your stomach twist. But you were twelve. What could you do? The court made its decision. Your voice didn’t matter.

Leah and Jordan fought the decision, but they were overruled. Slowly, Mark manipulated his way back into your life. A new social worker–one who didn’t know your history–signed off on unsupervised visits far too soon.

And just like that you had two homes.

But only one where you felt safe.

“Where the hell is Mark?” Leah’s voice was sharp with concern as she stood in the car park outside the training grounds, “He’s meant to pick her up. It’s his day.”

Your dad’s car was nowhere to be seen.

“Calm down, Le, I’m sure there’s a reasonable excuse for him not being here,” Jordan, ever the voice of reason, tried to soothe her, “Maybe he got held up at work.”

Leah arched an eyebrow, unimpressed, “I don’t like it.”

There was a small glimmer of hope through these times, there was small-talk between your coach at the academy and Leah, an opportunity under special circumstances for you to begin to be integrated into the Arsenal Women’s senior team, training with them and it was there that you always felt your happiest with the ball at your feet.

“I know you don’t, but there’s not much we can do. The courts have made their rules,” Jordan admitted, placing a gentle hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, “Just relax, it’s not good to be stressed right now, is it?”

Leah let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through her hair, but ultimately knew her girlfriend was right–her pregnancy was early days, and it wouldn’t be good to get stressed right now at all, “We could offer her a lift.”

“You know she won’t accept it,” Jordan reminded her softly, “She never does. Not on the days she goes to his house.”

“I hate this arrangement. And I hate that there’s nothing we can do about it,” Leah muttered, voicing her opinion, “I don’t like the idea of her walking back on her own. It’s almost dark.”

“I know, babe. I hate it just as much,” Jordan squeezed Leah’s arm, “But we have to play by the rules. We’re not stooping to his level.”

Leah’s jaw tightened, “How on earth he managed to persuade the judge I will never know.”

Jordan sighed, “He’s good at lying. But it’s just a few days, Le. She’ll be back home with us soon. Monkey is sensible–if something’s wrong, she’ll text us.”

Leah’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked toward the street, your small figure disappearing into the evening light, “If I find out he’s hurt her…” Her voice was low, dangerous.

Jordan smirked, nudging her playfully, “Calm down, Mama Bear.”

Leah rolled her eyes, tossing her bag into the car, “I thought we agreed when this baby is born–I’ll be Mummy and you’ll be Mama, huh?”

Jordan laughed, but Leah wasn’t smiling. Not really. She still couldn’t shake the bad feeling twisting in her gut.

Something wasn’t right.

And she knew it.

Leah’s worry only grew–your behaviour when you would return to their home was… challenging. 

You would lash out at every chance you got.

You weren’t the happy-go-lucky kid they once knew. Something had changed.

No matter what they tried, neither of them could reach you. 

On one particular miserable day when the rain was pouring down–the kind of relentless downpour that would soak you to the bone within seconds of being outside, Leah was driving back home from a quick check up with the physios when she spotted you trudging down the road.

You were completely drenched and shivering in the thin jacket that you wore, your kit bag slung over your shoulder as you tried to shield yourself from the rain with the attempt of a flimsy hood.

“What the actual fuck?” Leah’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief, her eyes widened in shock as if she couldn’t believe the sight she was seeing in front of her.

You were there, walking alongside the road in the freezing rain with not a single adult in sight. It was your dad’s approved day, and of course, once again, he was nowhere in sight.

Without hesitation, Leah slowed her car and pulled up beside you, “Monkey,” She rolled down the window, calling your usual familiar nickname to get your attention, “What on earth are you doing out here in this weather? Get in, I’m taking you home. It’s hammering it down and you’re going to get ill in this weather.”

“No, no, it’s alright–” You weren’t given a single chance to protest, shaking your head as your teeth chattered from the freezing weather.

“Monkey, come on. Stop being stubborn and get in the car,” Leah insisted, leaning over to open the passenger door.

You continued to stand there, frozen, while your teeth chattered.

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” Leah told you firmly, not in the mood for your objection, “I know you don’t like me giving you lifts to Mark’s house, but I’m not letting you get ill under these circumstances. Your grandma would be swearing at me if she saw what was happening, wouldn’t she?”

You frowned at the mention of your grandma, even if you knew how true that was. Your grandma would definitely have something to say about that if she could see you now.

“That’s a low blow mentioning her,” You huffed, slumping your shoulders as it continued to hammer it down, “Fine,” You reluctantly gave in, sliding into the passenger seat, avoiding her look as you stared down at your sodden trainers.

“But it worked, didn’t it?” Leah changed her voice to a softer tone, cranking up the heat in the car to help keep you warm, before she started to pull off from the curb and head in the direction of Marks’ house, “So, is there any particular reason you’re out walking alone in this weather?” She questioned, treading carefully to not spook you with that question.

“Da… Dads’ working late tonight, so I… I had to make my own way back,” You were quick to make up the excuse, knowing full well if you even attempted to ask Mark for a lift home then he’d have most likely laughed in your face.

Leah clicked her tongue, unimpressed, “Right, I see,” She murmured, strumming her fingers on the steering wheel. Of course, she didn’t believe you.

You barely believed them yourself.

“If Mark’s working late tonight, do you want to come home and have dinner with us?” Leah put the question out there, hoping that you might say yes.

Home.

The place you felt safe. With Leah and Jordan.

You say badly want to say yes, but the fear of Mark finding out makes you think twice about it, “U… Uh, no, I’d better not,” You quickly disagreed, shaking your head, “Dad and I are gon’ go out for dinner tonight when he’s home.”

“That’s alright,” Leah responded, keeping an eye on you out the corner of her eye as she continued to make the drive to Mark’s house.

Trust didn’t come easily these days. Your walls were so high up even Leah and Jordan–two people who had been in your life for the better part of the last several years–struggled to get through.

It was the only way to protect yourself.

The next time you came to the Arsenal training grounds, you ended up being late. This time though, you’re not just dragging your feet, but also looking pale, and feeling shaky.

You’re barely even able to stand up properly.

Your stomach churned, hollow and aching. You had left Marks’ house without anything to eat. You never have the chance to eat when you are there–there’s never any food in.

You tried to shake it off, pushing yourself through the warm-ups, but everything felt… off. Your legs were sluggish, like they weren’t quite listening to you. Your head was heavy, your vision swimming every time you turned too fast. You rubbed at your stomach absentmindedly, trying to ignore the gnawing emptiness twisting inside you.

Leah’s voice cut through the noise of training, “Monkey, are you alright?”

“Mhm,” You nodded quickly, forcing yourself to keep moving.

Leah didn’t look convinced. You could feel her eyes on you as you lined up for the next drill. Your movements were slower than usual, and when you turned with the ball, your foot dragged awkwardly against the turf.

The dizziness hit you in waves, stronger now, harder to ignore. You rubbed at your stomach again, trying to focus, trying to push through.

It’s not long before your vision blurs, your steps falter, and just as you start to go down, Leah’s there in an instant–catching you before you hit the ground.

“Whoa,” Leah held you steady in her arms, guiding you back towards the bench in the changing room, “It’s okay. You’re alright. Come on, let’s just take a seat for a minute, yeah?”

“M’ fine,” You murmured, feeling yourself being pushed down onto the hard bench, “M’ good.”

Leah, however, wasn’t so easily convinced, “Absolutely not, Monkey. You can barely even stand up,” She stated, rooting through her bag to pull out a protein bar, “Right, here. Eat this, please.”

You didn’t hesitate to tear into it. The gnawing hunger finally eased up a little bit, but the shaking still hadn’t stopped.

Leah crouched down in front of you, “Monkey,” She began, her voice gentler now, “I want to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth, please… alright?”

You nodded in agreement, having a feeling you knew where this was going.

“When was the last time you had a proper meal at Mark’s house?” Leah asked in a gentle tone of voice.

Your mind scrambled to attempt to remember the last time that you sat down to eat something that wasn’t a hastily grabbed snack when you were at Marks’ house, “Uhm…” You stammered, the pause in your response telling Leah everything that she needed to know.

Leah sighed softly, shifting closer until she was level with you, “How about you come home with me after training, huh? We can even order pizza,” She suggested, still in that gentle tone of voice.

“But… the courts, and the agreement,” You murmured, eyeing her warily.

“It won’t matter for one night. I want to make sure you’ve eaten properly,” Leah told you, squeezing your knee gently, “I’m thinking we can watch a movie and eat pizza. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I… I don’t know,” You were sceptical to agree, fumbling with the hem of your training top that was miles too big on you, “What if… Dad is at work, but he will still want to see me.”

“You leave Mark to me, yeah? All you need to think about is what pizza you want to eat,” Leah reassured you, her tone firm but kind.

The thought of Mark finding out made your stomach twist, but the hunger, the exhaustion–it was all too much.

“A… Alright, deal,” You mumbled, the relief washing over Leah’s face once you had agreed to it.

“Home sweet home, eh?” Leah said, opening the front door with a beaming wide smile as she gently rested her other hand on your shoulder, “Why don’t you go and get changed out of your training kit, and I’ll make you a snack for when you come down, yeah?”

You loved your bedroom at Leah and Jordan’s house. It was full of everything that you loved–Shrek, Lego, Marvel and an ever-growing collection of teddies–most of them being jellycats.

It was a completely different contrast to the cold, bleak and mould-infested house that Mark lived in.

“Can… Can we watch Shrek?” You peered up to look at Leah, eager to watch the film, regardless of the countless times you had watched it.

Leah playfully groaned, tilting her head back as she dropped her bag by the front door, “Again? We watched it the other week,” She teased, but seeing the grin appear on your face made her soon change her mind, “Alright, fine, but it has to be the second this time, yeah?”

“Deal!” You bounced on your toes, ready to run upstairs into your bedroom as Jordan appeared round the corner, “Hi, Jordy!”

“Hey, little one!” Jordan’s cheerful smile greeted you before she shared a quick confused glance with Leah after you ran upstairs, “What’s going on? I thought Monkey wasn’t back at our house until tomorrow…”

“There’s been a change of plans,” Leah admitted, exhaling a sigh and running a hand through her hair, “She almost collapsed at training today. I don’t think she’s been eating when she’s at Marks’ house.”

Jordan looked at her girlfriend in disbelief, “What?”

“The way she looked so pale and shaky, I just… I know it’s his night, but I’m letting her go hungry and at least this way, we can make sure she’s actually eaten, right?”

“Right, but what about the court?” Jordan was sceptical, they had to be careful to not put a foot out of line with social services and the court still involved.

Leah clenched her hands, shaking her head, “I’m not doing the wrong thing by making sure our kid eats.”

Jordan went to reply, but before she could, you dashed back into the living room, now dressed in comfier clothes, “Right then, what pizza are we going to order? I’m thinking cheese because of Miss Picky over there,” She teased, pointing her index finger in the direction of Leah, “What do you think, little one?”

“Oi!” Leah protested, making you giggle.

“What do you think, little one?” Jordan asked, turning her attention back to you.

“I like cheese!” You told her, settling into your usual spot on the sofa. But as you glanced around, your smile wavered. There were new things in the living room–baby things. A tiny bouncer sat in the corner, a folded-up prame near the door, and on the coffee table, a small pile of newborn clothes, still with tags on them.

Your stomach twisted.

“Is that stuff for the baby when they’re born?” You asked, your voice quieter now.

Leah followed your gaze and nodded, “It is.  My mum brought some clothes when she went shopping the other day. Do you want to have a look at them?”

“No,” The answer came out quickly, your fingers tugging at the hem of your hoodie. A lump formed in your throat.

Leah’s smile faltered for a split second before she covered it up, “That’s okay. They’re there if you change your mind.”

You didn’t reply. You just curled in on yourself slightly, hugging your knees to your chest. The excitement from earlier had faded, replaced by something heavy, something that made your chest ache.

They were having a baby.

A real baby.

Not a too-old, too-messy, too-loud kid who wasn’t even theirs for real.

Leah and Jordan shared a glance over your head. It was Leah who shifted closer, gently rubbing your back, “Hey,” She murmured, “You know that nothing’s going to change for you, right?”

You shrugged.

Jordan sat down on the other side of you, “We love you, little one. Just as much as always. The baby isn’t going to change that.”

You stayed quiet, staring at the fabric of your hoodie as your fingers twisted it.

Leah sighed softly, then leaned in and kissed the top of your head, “You’re ours too, Monkey.”

The words made something deep inside you squeeze tight. You blinked rapidly and buried your face in your knees, hiding the way your eyes burned.

“D’you still want to watch Shrek?” Leah asked after a moment, keeping her voice light.

You hesitated, then gave the smallest nod.

Leah didn’t push. She just reached for the remote, Jordan pulled a blanket over you, and soon enough, the familiar opening notes of Shrek 2 filled the room.

You just weren’t sure if you believed them.

“Is she asleep already?” Jordan wondered, glancing up from her phone as Leah pulled back the duvet and climbed in beside her, “That was quick tonight. No hissy fits?” She joked.

Leah exhaled, “Yeah. It didn’t take long.”

“Poor thing must’ve been shattered,” Jordan murmured, frowning, “I thought she’d have had you up half the night.”

“I thought so too, but something tells me that she hasn’t been sleeping well,” Leah admitted, “We didn’t even get through the first chapter of Chamber of Secrets before she dozed off.”

Jordan arched an eyebrow, “I’m not surprised. At least she feels safe here.”

Leah hesitated, then spoke again, “Something is still going on… more than we already know. I’m worried about her, Jord. Tell me you’re not worried too?”

“Of course I am. You’re not imagining things, Le,” Jordan replied, her voice soft but serious, “There’s definitely something happening behind closed doors again–something we don’t know about. She seems so… different. Like she’s on edge. Constantly scared whenever she comes back from Mark’s.”

Leah exhaled sharply, “Then what do we do about it? We can’t just ignore it. And social services don’t seem bothered again. We finally had it good with Hannah–I mean, I can’t blame her for going on maternity leave, but the man they’ve put in her place? He’s useless.”

“I know, Le,” Jordan agreed with her girlfriend.

“We both know there’s something wrong, we can’t just sit here and do nothing about it,” Leah turned to face Jordan, her brow furrowed with frustration and helplessness, “We’ve stood by and let it happen for way too long–I’m not letting her get hurt again because of their mistakes.”

“I know. And I get it, babe, I do,” Jordan mumbled, wrapping her arm around Leah and resting her hand on her bump protectively, “I’m just as worried as you are, but we can’t do anything without proof.”

Leah’s voice dropped to a whisper, “If anything happens to her… I’ll never forgive myself. He should never have been given joint custody.”

Jordan shifted closer, exhaling a sigh, “I know. But all we can do for now is be there for the little one. Make sure she’s okay when she’s with us. Make sure nothing serious happens. I know it’s hard, playing by the rules of social services and the court, but we will be there for her. Even if she tries to push us away.”

“I… I don’t like this,” Leah swallowed, jaw tight, her mind still restless with the thoughts as she lay there staring up at the ceiling with the weight of the spoken promise heavy on her shoulders, “I made that promise to Jean that I would take care of her, and I’ll do whatever I can to protect our girl. I’ve never broken that promise, and I don’t intend to do so now,” She vowed, ready to act when the time came.

Over the next several weeks, Leah and Jordan made a more conscious effort to keep an eye on you during the time you were training with them. You tried to push them away, but they were relentless, not backing down.

Leah would often slip extra protein bars into your bag when she noticed you hadn’t eaten much, and Jordan would offer you a ride back to Mark’s house on the days you were there, even when you tried to refuse it.

As much as they both hated to admit it, there was nothing they could do anymore right now without proof of anything going on.

That was until one day when something serious happened, and both Leah and Jordan were immediately alert of the situation when you didn’t show up to training at your usual time.

If anyone else had been late, they wouldn’t have batted an eye. But their gut instinct that something was wrong couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Maybe she’s just running late?” Jordan suggested, but even she could hear the unease in her voice.

Leah’s brow furrowed as she tried to call you, only for it to go straight to voicemail again, “This is not like her,”  She muttered, her frustration building as she tried again, “She’s usually glued to her phone… this is different. And she’s not answering her texts either.”

Jordan crossed her arms, pacing with agitation, “I’m not getting any response either, Le. I’m starting to get worried.”

The rest of the team was brushing it off, though, as they always did.

“Calm down, you two. She’s almost a teenager and you know what they’re like,” Alex Scott, one of Leah and Jordan’s teammates chipped in, offering a distracted explanation.

“You two are the definition of helicopter mums,” Katie McCabe shot them a teasing look, as if they were overreacting.

“Al is right, kids will be kids,” Kelly added, waving her hand off, “She’ll show up soon enough.”

But Leah wasn’t backing down, “No, this isn’t just any kid, this is our kid,” She snapped, her voice low but fierce, “Something’s wrong. I know it.”

She hit redial on her phone. And once more, it went straight to voicemail.

“Any luck?” Jordan asked, worriedly.

“No,”  Something in Leah’s gut twisted. She could feel it. Something was wrong.

Just as she was about to grab her car keys, a voice–yours–cut through the tension.

“L… Le?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, fragile, filled with fear.

Leah turned, and her blood ran cold.

There you were–bruises littered on your arms, a cut along your eyebrow, eyes red and swollen from crying. The disheveled state was a clear sign of something far worse than just a rough night.

Emma Byrne let out a horrified gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Shit,” Rachel Yankey swore, upon seeing the sight of you.

The changing room fell silent, the atmosphere instantly shifting as your new teammates took in your condition.

“What the hell happened to you, kid?” Fara Williams asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Danielle Carter’s voice trailed off, “Oh my God…”

Alex’s eyes widened in horror, “I was wrong… I didn’t know…”

“Bloody hell,” Kelly murmured.

“Someone get a medic!” Jodie Taylor shouted, alarmed.

But it was Leah who rushed to you first. Her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her, “Monkey… What happened? Did he do this to you?”

You broke. You broke in front of her.

“I… I didn’t mean it,” You stammered, “It… It was my fault. I spilled juice… on a work report… It made him… so mad…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. Your hands were shaking, your entire body trembling with a fear that ran deeper than the bruises on your skin.

“No,” Leah whispered, her voice cracking,  crouching down to your level as she carefully brings her hand out to remove a fly-away hair out of your eyes, “No, no, none of this is your fault. It’s never your fault.”

Leah didn’t miss the way you flinched.

Tears streamed down your face, the dam breaking as you sobbed, “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I… I didn’t mean to make him angry.”

“Hey, hey,” Jordan cut in, crouching on the other side of you, “There’s nothing to apologise for, little one. You hear me? Nothing.”

“Hey there, kid,” Alex approached with caution, “Why don’t you and I go take a seat over there, and leave Le and Jord to talk about things, yeah?”

You tensed, shaking your head. You didn’t like the idea of that, “N… No. I… I don’t want to!”

Most of the team had seen you have a few tantrums through the last several months, but this wasn’t the same. This was true, raw fear.

Leah herself didn’t want you out of her sight, but she knew you needed to be looked over by a medic. She needed to take a moment to breathe, “It’ll be alright, my girl,” She said softly, crouching to your level again, “I’m right here, you can still see me. I just need to talk to Jordy, and I’ll be right there with you once I have.”

“Nooo,” You whined, clinging to her as you wanted to stay by her side.

“Hey,” Leah said softly, “I know you’re scared, but I need you to be a big brave girl for me and get checked out by the medical team, alright? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. You can sit with Alex, and you’ll still be able to see me, right here.”

You reluctantly agreed, still sulking, as you sat on the sofa beside Alex. A member of the medical team approached, and though you tensed, Alex’s presence helped keep you steady as they checked for broken bones or injury.

Meanwhile, Leah didn’t waste time before rushing into Jordan’s arms, her tears falling freely as everything hit her all at once.

“It’s okay, let it all out, Le,” Jordan murmured, pulling her in closer.

“He… He… I can’t believe he did this. Again,” Leah sobbed into her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Jordan swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, “I know, Le. I know. Just let it all out, let it out. I’ve got you.”

“She’s not going back there. Not ever again!” Leah stated, anger in her voice as she pulled back, locking her eyes with Jordan with a mix of fear and frustration, “Now do you believe me? I knew it. I knew something was going on! Nobody else believed me, but I knew I was right!”

“I do… I do believe you, Le,” Jordan nodded in agreement, “But what do we do now?”

Leah’s eyes burned with determination, “I’m not standing back and letting it happen again any longer, regardless of what social services think! Enough is enough now, I’m going to sit back anymore and let this happen.”

“I know, I know you’re right, Le. And I’m with you. I’m backing you on this one,” Jordan stated, determined, she wouldn’t let you go back to Mark either. Not this time, “I know it’s going to be a lot taking care of a newborn and a pre-teen, but we’ll make this work, right?”

“We’ll manage it,” Leah said, her voice firm, “We will find a way to handle it! I know it’ll be a lot, but I refuse to just sit back and do nothing about it, Jord–look at her, just look what he’s done to our little girl! Over my dead body will he ever lay his hands on her again!”

“I know, Le,” Jordan said softly.

Leah’s voice trembled as she continued, “I made a promise to Jean, I promised her that I wouldn’t let him hurt her. I… I’ve failed that! I stood back and let it happen, I… I broke my promise!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You didn’t know, “Jordan said, her voice soothing, “You haven’t, you weren’t to know–he’s manipulative, he’s always been that way. We’ll make it work, Le. I’m on board with it. We can do this.”

“We have… We have to help her, Jord,” Leah said, her voice raw with emotion, “We can’t let her fall through the cracks. this is our kid, our little girl! Biologically or not, she’s ours. And we’ll fight for her!”

Jordan reached out to hold Leah’s hand in reassurance, “I know, Le. I know, and we’ll make it work, I promise–whatever it takes. We’ll figure it out together. As a team.”

“As a team,” Leah repeated, giving her girlfriend a genuine smile, “Just get ready for the chaos,” She joked, steering to move to a lighter topic.

“Oh, with a newborn and pre-teen under one roof? I couldn’t think of anything more chaotic,” Jordan replied playfully, pulling her girlfriend in closer again, “But it could also be kind of fun, right?”

“You and I have different versions of fun,” Leah teased, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes, “But yeah, it might just be the best sort of crazy we’ve ever signed up for.”

Before they could share another moment, the sound of distress broke through the conversation–your voice, high-pitched and full of panic. Leah’s hand snapped toward the sound, her heart skipping a beat as she heard you start to whine, your protest rising in volume.

“I’ve got to go,” Leah said urgently, pulling away from Jordan as she rushed toward you.

Alex, who had been sitting with you, quickly turned to Leah, her voice full of concern, “Leah, she–she needs you. I think it’s getting too much for her.”

Leah’s breath caught in her throat as she saw you struggling, trembling on the sofa. You kicked out suddenly, your foot striking the medic who had been attempting to check you over, and the medic stumbled back, surprised by the outburst, but you didn’t seem to notice. Your eyes were wide, full of panic, and your lip trembled as you stared at the ground, your body still wound up with tension.

Leah’s eyes widened, “Monkey!” She called, rushing over to you as you pulled your leg back, preparing to kick again–this time aiming for Alex, “No, Monkey. You don’t kick people,” She said firmly, dropping to her knees beside you.

You froze at the sound of Leah’s voice, your lip trembling as your body was still full of tension. You hiccuped, looking at her with wide, teary eyes, “I… I didn’t mean to,” You whispered.

Leah sighed softly, her tone gentler but firm, “I know, my girl, but we don’t kick, do we? I need you to be brave for me, alright? This nice medic here needs to make sure you have no significant injuries. I’m right here with you.”

The medic, still recovering from your kick, took a step back, clearly giving Leah the space she needed to step in.

Leah gently lifted you off the sofa, placing you down on her lap and wrapping her arms around you protectively, “You’re safe now, alright? Nobody’s going to hurt you. We won’t let anyone hurt again. Never.”

You sniffled, nodding hesitantly, “Okay, Le…”

Leah held you in her arms,  her expression softening as she tried to reassure you everything was fine, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

“N… No more,” You whimpered.

“I think she’s had enough for now,” Leah glanced up at the medic, “Just check over the basics, please. I don’t want her to be stressed out anymore.”

The medic nodded, acknowledging Leah’s leadership in the situation, “Understood, we’ll keep it light.”

Leah turned her focus on you, “I’m right here, my girl. There’s no need to be frightened. You won’t ever be going back to Mark’s. Never again. We’ll keep you safe.”

“No… No more,” You clung to her, still a little shaken.

Leah nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “That’s right, Monkey. No more. You’re safe with us.”

“You’ve gone too far this time!” Leah shouted, barging through the front door of Mark’s home, her fury barely contained.

She wasn’t alone. Jordan was right behind her, gripping her hand tightly, a silent promise that she wasn’t letting go. Amanda and David had followed, both of them standing togther as unwavering support. And then there were the others–some of Leah and Jordan’s older teammates, women had heard enough and seen enough to know this moment was long overdue.

Leah had to be careful because she was pregnant, but that didn’t stop the fire in her voice, the sheer rage that burned through her words.

Mark barely reacted, slouching against the doorway with an irritated scowl, “What the hell? You can’t just barge your way into my house–what have you said, you little shit? Spreading lies again, are you?” His eyes flicked toward you with a sneer, and your stomach twisted.

Leah’s eyes were blazing with anger, “You’re unbelievable, Mark!” She spat, her voice sharp and furious.

Mark scoffed, crossing his arms, “If you’re so concerned about her then why don’t you have her, full time, huh? You can see how much a handful she can really be. She’s your problem now.”

The dismissiveness in his voice sent a fresh wave of anger through Leah, “You’ve got a kid right in front of you–a kid who’s done nothing but try and survive despite you, and all you can do is shrug her off like she’s nothing? And now, you don’t even have the decency to pretend to care about her!”

Jordan just held Leah’s hand tighter, a wordless reminder to keep her temper in check, “Let it go, Le,” She urged softly, though her gaze was cold and unforgiving as it lingered on Mark, “We’ll leave it to the court to decide.”

Leah’s anger didn’t fade, if anything, it deepened as she looked at the man who had treated you like a burden instead of his flesh and blood, “No–she’s not just a problem that can be handed off. She’s a child–she’s your child, and the way you’ve been treating her is damn right appaulling!”

David, usually the quieter one, took a step forward, “This ends today, Mark. We’re not standing by and letting this continue.”

Mark rolled his eyes as if he was barely affected by the words, “Yeah? Well, I guess the brat is your problem now, so good luck,” His words were cold, final.

Amanda let out a sharp breath, her face twisted with something between disgust and pity, “You don’t even realise what you’ve lost.”

Leah’s jaw tightened, her hands instinctively cradling her small bump as if shielding her unborn child from the poison dripping from Mark’s words. She wanted to scream at him, to make him see what he was throwing away, but Jordan tugged at her again–a reminder that nothing else could be said that would change the man in front of them.

Turning away from Mark, Leah relented as her expression softened when she looked at yu, but the fire in her eyes never dimmed, “Let’s just go.”

“Come on, little one,” Jordan protectively wrapped her arm around you as she began to guide you out of the house, “Let’s get you out of here, let’s get you back home.”

As they gathered your remaining belongings, Amanda’s voice cut through the tension one last time, “Don’t think for a second you’ve gotten away with this. Social services will know everything. You’ll regret laying a hand on my granddaughter.”

Mark had the nerve to roll his eyes, waving them off like they were nothing but an inconvenience, “Yeah, yeah. Just get out, will you?”

“We’ll see you in court!” Leah’s eyes flashed with anger, but they disappeared the moment she turned to look at you, “I know this won’t be easy for you to adjust to, Monkey, but you’re not alone now, okay. We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re safe. I promise. You’re safe here with us now.”

Jordan nodded in agreement, giving you a small encouraging smile, “Le’s right, little one. We’ve got you,” She told you gently, “Whatever you need. Whenever you need us. We’re here.”

And from there on, you were about to gain the family that you’d always deserved. Two homes became one again. Your real home–with Leah and Jordan, and everyone who cared enough to stand up and fight for you, even when the world had given up.

Because this time, they weren’t going anywhere.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[awhhayden]

CONTAINS : age gap 20+, dilf!hayden, fluff, anxiety/panic attack, short story

SUMMARY : Hayden wakes up from a nightmare, his anxieties weighing down on your relationship.

Hayden stirs beside you, the peaceful rhythm of sleep abruptly shattered as he shoots upright, fear flickering across his features. A cold sweat glistens on his chest and neck, his breath coming in frantic gasps as another nightmare haunts his consciousness.

For the past week, the same chilling dream has plagued him, each one a manifestation of the simmering anxieties about your relationship. With you just stepping into your 23rd year and him carrying the weight of 43, the whispers of the world loom large, as if the media’s scrutiny could unravel the delicate threads of what you both share.

Each day, he finds himself on high alert, bracing for the latest wave of cruel commentary about your love—the love that defies conventional norms but thrives in its authenticity. Hayden positions himself as a shield between you and the relentless barrage of judgment, yet deep down, he knows the sting of those words reaches you, drawing a painful line back to him.

Guilt tugs at his heart, knowing that these dark reflections are a consequence of his existence in your life, and he longs for a way to silence the storm that rages endlessly in his mind.

He turns and gazes at you, a soft contrast to the panic in his chest. Your hair spills like silk across the pillow, catching the soft glow of the moonlight that dances through the window. Each rise and fall of your chest is a tender symphony, a rhythm that lulls him into a deeper calm.

With a gentle smile, he lays back on his side and wraps his strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his warmth. The sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo envelops him, a fragrant reminder that you are all he needs.

You stir slightly, your voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room. "Mmm, you okay?" Your eyes flutter open just enough to glimpse the worry etched on his face, and he smiles, leaning into the fragrant softness of your hair. "Now I am," he whispers, his words a soft caress that fills the space between you with a warm intimacy, as if the world outside has faded away, leaving only the two of you as his anxieties melt away into oblivion.

He feels the heat radiating from your body and leans in closer, letting the moment deepen. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft sound of your breathing. With each breath, he finds himself more anchored in the present, savoring this shared moment of peace that feels both timeless and sacred.

"Do you remember the first time we slept like this?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He recalls that night, when the stars overhead seemed to twinkle just for you two, a new chapter just unfolding.

You chuckle softly, eyes still heavy with sleep. "I think you were the one who ended up stealing all the blankets," you tease, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He smirks, nudging you playfully. "Guilty as charged." A moment of laughter passes between you, a thread of shared memories that wraps around you in warmth. Beneath that playful exchange, a deeper truth lingers in the air—an unspoken understanding of each other, grounded in genuine affection.

You shift slightly, nestling into his embrace, and he tightens his hold instinctively, as if afraid to let go. The soft rhythm of your breaths intertwining sets a peaceful cadence. “What are you thinking about?” you ask, curiosity sparking your gaze as you finally meet his eyes.

He hesitates for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, it’s just…” He takes a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. “Sometimes I worry about the age gap between us. I mean, I know it’s not the worst difference, but still…” You frown slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow, giving him your full attention. “What do you mean?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, his gaze drifting toward the moonlight spilling through the window. “With me being in the public eye, everyone seems to have an opinion about everything. I can imagine the headlines, the gossip… it worries me. I don’t want to be that guy who’s dating someone significantly younger. I don’t want it to look like I’m… I don’t know, taking advantage of that.”

Your heart sinks a little at his unease, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. “You’re not taking advantage of anything. We’re not like that. We have something real here.”

“I know that,” he replies, looking back into your eyes with sincerity. “But the media spins things. I've seen it happen to friends, people in the industry facing scrutiny just for their choices in relationships. I don’t want to subject you to that kind of negativity. You don’t deserve it.”

“You can’t control how others see us,” you say gently, brushing your fingers across his cheek. “What matters is how we see each other. You mean the world to me, and I don’t care about the age gap or what people think.”

He listens, but the concern doesn’t entirely vanish from his eyes. “You say that now, but what if it becomes a burden in the future? What if the attention—both good and bad—pulls us apart instead of bringing us closer?”

“If it’s meant to be, we’ll find a way to make it work,” you reply, your voice steady and unwavering. “And if we do hit bumps along the way, we’ll face them together. Love isn’t about age or public perception; it’s about trust, respect, and the connection we’ve built.”

He smiles softly at your words, grateful yet still clouded by his worries. “You make it sound so simple. I just don’t want to risk losing what we have because of outside noise.”

You take a moment, gathering your thoughts, before responding. “I’m not naive. I know the world can be harsh. But I also believe that if we’re strong in our bond, we can withstand anything. Our relationship doesn’t have to be defined by the age gap—or by the spotlight you’re in.”

He studies you intently, his brows slightly relaxed as he absorbs your words. “You really believe that?” He probes, searching your face for reassurance.

“I do,” you affirm, leaning closer, grounding him with your presence. “Each day with you just feels right. It’s not about the years; it’s about how well we fit together and how we support each other”

A soft chuckle escapes him, his tension easing slightly. “In all my life, I’ve never met someone quite like you,” he admits. “You’re a breath of fresh air, you keep me young” he jokes.

You smile at that, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. “I’m glad I can be someone who brings you comfort. Just remember, I want this, I want you” you say softly. He reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers as he gives a light squeeze. “Thank you for being you. For standing by me. I just want to protect what we have.”

“Then let’s protect it together,” you say, resolute. “I love you” you whisper, he smiles

As you settle back into his embrace, the weight of his worries lingers in the air but feels lighter now, softened by the understanding between you. Together, you drift into a shared silence, sleep finally weighing down on Hayden’s eyes, you fall back asleep together, a newfound understanding and the sound of the wind in the air.

a little story while I work on a chapter two of my james kelly fic! also still adding to my taglist so lmk if you want to be added! <3

taglist : @bimbo-baggins17 @malinadbbdh @speaknow-sw @haydensheartt @inlovewithdob @fredswrite

[pitchsidestories]

ball of the undead II Manchester City Women x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1344

a/n: dear readers, happy halloween, have fun ! 🧡🖤

“Any plans for Halloween?“

The question took you by surprise. You hadn’t even thought about that yet.

Usually, you didn’t care much for Halloween. The only good thing about that night were the parties. With your birthday being the following day, there was never a shortage of opportunities to celebrate. The only question that occurred every year was just which party you and your friends would go to.

But this year was different. You had just moved to Manchester in the summer and left your clique behind. It was the first time that you would celebrate without them, in a new city and without your silly little traditions.

The thought left you suddenly feeling very lonely but there was no time to dwell on it. Mary was patiently blinking at you, waiting for an answer to her question.

You forced yourself to smile at the young Australian: “No, not really… Maybe I’ll stay at home and watch some trashy horror movies.“

Alanna frowned at you as she emerged from her post-training shower with dripping wet hair: “But isn’t your birthday the next day?”

You shrugged nonchalantly: “Yeah but that’s only the next day.“

You could feel their eyes on you as you changed out of your football clothes, but no one said anything. You breathed a little easier when someone finally changed the topic. You really didn’t want to seem like the new girl who’d sit around alone on her birthday.

You mumbled “Bye “as you slipped out of the dressing room a few minutes later.

Unbeknownst to you, Mary turned to her teammates once the door fell shut behind you: “Girls, do you think what I’m thinking?”

“We can’t let her celebrate Halloween like that.“, Alanna answered decidedly.

“No, we’ve to celebrate together.“, Leila agreed.

Mary nodded enthusiastically: “We should organize a Halloween party for her.“

“I’m in.“, Alanna said.

“I’ll help too.“, Alex chimed in, a determined look on her face.

“I can bring some spooky sets.“, Lauren suggested, meaning her much loved building blocks.

Chloe rolled her eyes: “Hempo, that’s cute and all but it’s a party.“

“Do we have a motto?“, Jill asked the group.

Alannas eyebrows knotted together: “Let me think.“

“She likes Bridgerton, right?”, Mary suddenly remembered.

“She does.“

Alex smirked: “So Ball of the Undead then?“

“I like that.“, Mary clapped her hands happily.

Alanna nodded: “I think she’d too.“

“Okay, let’s get to work, chicas. Halloween is right around the corner.“, Leila laughed.

“I’ll build her a flower bouquet.“, Lauren decided which once again caused Chloe to roll her eyes at her: “Spooky.“

The girls kept planning the Halloween slash birthday party which was only interrupted by joyful laughter or eyerolls.

On the evening of Halloween, the things you bought for dinner and the threated empty, lonely appartement weighed heavy on you. But the expected quietness when you opened the front door was disrupted by your teammates cheering. “Surprise!”

“Wait, what?!”, you started at them surprised.

“Happy Halloween.”, Alanna exclaimed with a wide grin on her lips.  

“Wow.”, you muttered under your breath letting your eyes wander around the living room, open kitchen area of your home which they decorated heavily. There was a chandelier placed on the dinner table, covered in cobwebs and lit wax candles. At the kitchen counter you could see a huge lego flower bouquet most likely built by Lauren herself.

“She’s not happy.”, Mary sighed disappointed.

“No, I love it. How did you decorate everything so fast?”, you disagreed heavily. It warmed your heart to see how much loving detail your teammates had put in the decoration.

“Teamwork.”, Alanna explained proudly.

“Amazing. Thank you, girls.”, you smiled at them grateful to call these women your teammates.

“You’re welcome.”, Leila hummed while hugging you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I appreciate it a lot.”, you said hoping they knew how much this meant to you. A pad on your shoulder made you turn around to face Chloe who was holding an elegant dress in her hand which could have been straight of the Bridgerton set if it wasn’t covered with a bit of fake blood to make it spooky.

“Here’s your costume. Get ready to party.”, she advised smiling.

Quickly you put on the dress while Alex began to explain the motto of the party. “The theme is..”

“Spooky Bridgerton, chica.”, Leila who was wearing a classy suit ended the sentence for her chuckling.

“That’s my favourite show.”, you beamed.

“We know. What’s your favourite spooky movie?”, Alanna asked.

“It’s night of the living dead I think.”, you replied smirking.

“Is it very scary?”, the Spanish defender questioned biting her lip nervously.

“Very.”, you confirmed chuckling.

“Hempito, I need you here.”, she decided.

“Yeah?”, Lauren blinked confusedly at the dark-haired woman.

“I need you to protect me from the frightening things happening in the movie.”, Leila stated in an uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Okay, I’ll protect you.”, the blonde winger giggled.

“And what about me?”, Laia pouted playfully.

“Then I’ll protect you both.”, Lauren declared who was rather amused by the tall Spanish defenders being scared by spooky movies.

“You’ll love it.”, you tried to assure them.

“We’ll see.”, Alanna said.

As the movie flickered on, you raised your glass that someone had put in front of you: “Cheers, witches!”

The others followed suit with exception of Jill.

“Who are you calling witches?”, she asked, scrunching her nose as she entered the room.

Vivianne appeared next to her, carrying her dog in her arms: “Sorry, we’re late. Myles costume took longer than I expected.“

She held up Myle who was wearing a small set of bat wings and didn’t look too thrilled about it.

Your jaw dropped in awe at seeing the puppy: “Oh my god!”

“At least she looks adorable.“, Vivianne smiled and set Myle down on the floor.

“I think you all look amazing.“, you complimented your teammates. They were all dressed as different kinds of undead beings in fancy dresses and you loved everything about it.

Alanna ruffled through your hair: “We only had her for a few weeks but I want to keep y/n forever.“

“Keep me? I’m not a dog!”, you frowned up at her.

“Don’t reply, Lani!”, Mary warned her teammate.

“I won’t.“, the older Australian agreed.

Shaking your head about the two, you quickly changed the topic: “More snacks, girls?”

“Yes.“, Lauren answered for them.

“Coming right up.“, you smiled and disappeared in the kitchen to grab some food.

Lauren smiled brightly at the sweets offered to her: “Thanks.“

“You’re welcome.“

You just settled back onto the couch to watch the movie when all of a sudden, Alanna yelled: “Girls, turn the TV off. It’s almost midnight!”

Everyone scrambled to their feet at the same time. You had no idea what happened but all around you was pure chaos. The Halloween decorations mixed with Birthday decorations and you suddenly held a glas of champagne in your hand.

“Time to raise the glasses!”, Alex announced at the stroke of midnight.

Your teammates all lifted their champagne flutes and toasted to you.

“I’ll get the cake.“, Vivianne promised.

You bit your lip, your heart felt soft and tender as the dutch player returned with a Halloween-themed birthday cake.

“You even got me a cake?”, you asked in disbelief.

Leila laughed: “Of course we got you a cake.“

“That’s so sweet of you.“

There were not enough words in the world to express how loved you felt and how grateful you were for your teammates.

Alanna grinned, clearly satisfied with the surprise: “You’re welcome.“

“Happy birthday, y/n.“, Mary whispered as she pulled you into a hug, just at the right moment so you could hide your wet eyes on her shoulder.

You managed a wobbly smile: “Thank you, girls.“

“Blow out the candles and make a wish!”, Alanna instructed you.

You gladly did what you were told, blowing out all the candles in one breath. But there was only one wish you could think of: Turning your old birthday tradition into a new one with your teammates.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PARENTING AN EGG..

The biology class was filled to the brim with laughter and groans of your classmates as the teacher handed out eggs, each delicately marked with a student’s name. The assignment? Care for your «child» for a week. No cracks, no breaks, or it’s an automatic fail. And, of course, you had been paired with one of the most unpredictable boys in school—making it a great challenge to make it through

Nerd!Anakin

Anakin’s face lit up when he was handed your egg. Working with you was his dearest dream. He adjusted his glasses and immediately cradled the small, fragile «child» like it was made of gold. By the time class ended, his mother had already texted him asking for updates, and he proudly told her about the assignment, and you. The next morning, she’d sent him to school with a knitted egg-cozy, complete with a little handle so Anakin could wear it around his neck like a baby carrier.

"This is Eggwin," Anakin announced when he met you outside the classroom the next day. "Named after Edwin Hubble, the astronomer. I think it’s fitting, don’t you?"

You nodded, biting back a smile as he carefully unwrapped the little package to reveal Eggwin nestled in cotton. He’d even drawn a tiny, smiling face on it. You'd kiss Anakin's cheek, knowing that he would protect that egg's life more than his own.

Yet, Ani was impossible. He refused to let you carry Eggwin anywhere without a carrier, claiming that it was his duty as a father to protect him. He brought it to lunch, set it on a napkin beside him, and even whispered soft reassurances to it when the class got too rowdy. By the third day, he’d started asking you things like, "Do you think we’re doing enough tummy time? I read it’s important for motor skills."

And, of course, Eggwin came with him to sleepovers. When you teased him about how seriously he was taking the assignment, he pushed up his glasses, cheeks pink, and muttered, "I just want to do this right."

SAM MONROE

Sam took one look at the egg and groaned. "This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen." So, it only made you more confident that you'd be the one to take care of this delicate egg. But after all the classes, he was waiting for you by your locker, actually asking you to give him the egg. To which of course you agreed, after threatening him if he ever dared to break the egg.

Yet, by the end of the first day, your egg had jet-black sharpie hair and eyeliner streaked down the sides. "If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way," Sam grumbled, spinning the egg between his fingers like a drumstick. He named it ‘Gerard’ after Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance and refused to let you wipe off the eyeliner because "it gives him personality he desperately needs"

Gerard spent most of his time tucked into the pocket of Sam’s hoodie, head peeking out just enough to give the occasional emo glare. But Sam had a soft side. You were sure of that. You’d catch him frowning when the egg rolled too far, muttering under his breath as he adjusted its "hair."

One afternoon, Gerard slipped out of Sam’s pocket and nearly cracked on the pavement. Sam’s eyes went wide as he snatched it back with shaking hands. "Shit," he muttered, cradling the egg like it was actually alive. After that, he made a little cardboard box with foam lining and carried Gerard everywhere in it.

“Don’t tell anyone I actually care, okay?” he said one night, handing you Gerard so carefully you almost melted.

Scott Barringer

He couldn’t care less about an egg—at least at first. He spent the entire first day flipping it in the air, catching it with one hand while you yelled, "Stop! You’re going to break it!" And he just smirked, catching it effortlessly.

"Relax, I’ve got this," he said, tucking the egg into his jacket pocket like it was a set of car keys.

The second day was worse. You found him bouncing it like a basketball, and it took every ounce of willpower not to strangle him. But when he saw how stressed you were, how you looked like you were about to kill him, something shifted in his brain.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try,” he sighed, setting the egg down gently on the table.

By the third day, Scott had named the egg "Junior" and started carrying it in an old beanie he tied around his neck like a sling. He didn’t take it as seriously as you wanted, but when you caught him in the library Googling "how to care for an egg baby," your heart softened.

When the week was up, Scott handed you the egg, a rare seriousness in his voice. "We did good, huh?"

Anakin Skywalker

Anakin’s reaction to the egg assignment was a mix of amusement and determination. He twirled the egg between his fingers, cocky as ever. "This? Easy. I’ve built droids from scraps—I think I can handle an egg."

But by the next morning, his competitive streak kicked in. He showed up to class with a hand-crafted egg stroller he’d made overnight. It had wheels, a harness, and even a tiny canopy.

"Meet Leia," he said proudly, gesturing to the egg sitting snugly in the contraption. "Named after—well, none. And before you ask, yes, I already installed stabilizers so she won’t roll off a table."

Anakin insisted on doing everything perfectly. He wouldn’t let you touch Leia without giving you damned instructions. And heaven forbid someone bump into him in the hallway;

"Careful! You almost took out Leia!" he snapped at a classmate, pulling the stroller closer to his chest.

At home, you found him tinkering with the stroller, adding, for you, unnecessary gadgets. "What if she needs, like, a cooling system? Or headlights for nighttime walks?" he said, not noticing your fond smile as you watched him obsess over a literal egg.

Clayton Beresford

Clayton handled the egg assignment like it was a corporate deal he would got in the future. He took one look at the egg, adjusted his shirt, and nodded solemnly. "We’ve got this,"

By day two, the egg—now named "Clara"—had its own custom pillow made from silk scraps Clayton claimed were "gentle on the shell." He carried Clara everywhere in his breast pocket, peeking in every now and then to make sure she was "comfortable."

"Parenting is about being prepared," he explained when you caught him writing a schedule for the egg’s "feeding times." He was so serious about it you didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t necessary.

But for you, the most hilarious thing was Clayton’s driver started calling Clara «Miss Egg», and even the household staff began tiptoeing around her. Clayton's mother literally giving him advices and supporting all his parenting delusions. One night, you found Clayton reading an article titled, «How to Raise a Balanced Child», nodding along like it was the Bible.

"If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right," he said, handing you a spare silk pillow for "Clara’s nap time."

James Kelly

James took one look at the egg and smirked, already thinking of ways to mess with the assignment, not taking it seriously like the rest classmates. "This is dumb. What’s the point of raising an egg? It’s not like it’ll grow into something."

But then he caught your unimpressed glare, and his teasing softened. "Alright, fine. I’ll try."

The next day, he showed up with the egg—now named «Spike»—stuffed into his leather jacket pocket. He claimed it was "protection," but you noticed how often his hand lingered over the pocket, like he was making sure the egg was still safe.

"Don’t get any ideas," he warned when you commented on how careful he was being. "I just don’t want to hear you complain if it cracks..and I want to pass this stupid biology.."

By midweek, James had drawn a skull tattoo on Spike and started referring to it as "the toughest egg in class." But he also brought you coffee every morning from school's automaton, casually sliding it across the table with a muttered, "Figured you’d need it after staying up worrying about Spike all night."

When you teased him about how soft he was secretly being, he would just roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Spike’s not cracking on my watch, alright?"

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