#kelly still needs all the hugs though!

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

The Ark S02E04 The Other You.

[luveline]

hi my lovely!! maybe bombshell!reader and spencer struggling to adjust to daily life after his prison stint? maybe he feels suffocated and an argument ensues?? i feel like it would be difficult to just get back to normal after everything that happened !! love you <33

love you!!! fem!reader

“You’ve always had terrible posture.” 

“What?” Spencer asks. 

You wrap your arms around him from behind. You’re more gentle than anyone he’s ever met, though you're teasing, whispering in his ear, “You sit forward so far you must get knots.” 

He’s immediately tense. You take little notice, your nose in his hair, your hand riding up toward his neck, which you spoil with soft touching. He tries to relax. It's all he wanted only a week ago, to have you holding him, to smell your perfume, the stick of your hand lotion or the traces of mint in your lip oil as you kiss the skin just behind his ear. But now it feels like too much. You’re never too much, not for him, and yet. 

“Ready?” you ask, bracing your hands against his chest. 

You pull him back until he hears a solid click emanating from the mid of his spine, and you laugh quite nicely in his ear. You’re his showful girl, but you’ve taken care since he came back to be careful. This is the cheekiest you’ve acted. His ears are ringing as your fingertips draw a path down his chest. This is a proper hug. His chest compresses tightly, he can’t draw breath. 

“Love you,” you say, kissing his cheek. You show no signs of detaching. “You smell really good. Maybe we can get some Indian takeout tonight and just stay all comfy and stuff…” 

He can’t answer. He wishes you’d stop touching him. It’s an unfair wish. 

“Does that sound okay?” you ask. 

He nods, hoping you’ll get off of him once you know the answer. When you stay, he shifts his shoulder and forces out a tight, “Yeah, that’s good.” 

“I love you.” 

He loves you so much it hurts to say. “I love you too.” 

“You’re not feeling okay?” you ask quietly. 

“I’m fine.” 

You climb off of him quickly. He knows he’s been too mean, worse when you say, “Okay,” in a tone like you’ve choked on something. “Uh, well, I’ll go find a menu.” 

You’re not one for filler words —it’s how he knows he’s thrown you for a loop. 

Spencer isn’t trying to be spiteful. He’s constantly overstimulated, he has been for three or months now, weeks and weeks of being in fight mode and now he’s home he doesn’t feel home, you’re here but he’s struggling to just accept that things are fine again. They don’t feel fine.��

He knows he’s lucky. He feels sick, is all. 

After a phone call he hears from the couch where you place an order for all his favourite mains and sides, you return to the living room of his apartment (of which you practically live in) and sit on the far side of the couch. Not too far to miss, but enough to betray how he’s made you feel. 

“Don’t sit so far away,” he says. 

“You’re being snippy, Spencer. Which is fine. But I don’t want to fight.” 

He holds out his hand. “Don’t sit so far away,” he repeats, preface to an apology. 

You shuffle across the couch on your knees. Spencer doesn’t want a hug, but he takes your hand and holds it to his chest where his heartbeat goes a tick too fast. Your frown softens as the bump of his pulse registers. 

“Sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what it is.” 

“That’s okay.” You’re lying at first, then not, “It’s okay, honey. I know you’re– I know this is still bad. I know I’m not being the most help I could be for you right now.” 

“It’s not like that,” he insists. 

“Well. Don’t be sorry. But please don’t say you love me if you don’t want to say it, Spence.” 

He could bite off his own tongue. “I feel like I can’t speak. I think I need to talk to Dr. Kelly tomorrow. I’m so anxious I feel like I can’t breathe.” 

He figures he owes you some honesty, but he’s wishing he kept it to himself when he sees the stricken look that lights your eyes. Your mouth turns to a line. 

Spencer grabs for your other hand. “I’m fine,” he says again. 

“Oh, sure.” You massage his fingers with your thumb on automatic. “You seem totally fine.” You lean in. “I don’t expect you to be fine, you know that? If you’re moody, that’s okay. You can be mad at me if you want, I think you deserve it. But I’m serious, don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.” 

“I always mean it,” he says honestly. 

For a moment, you bite your lip, your eyes on his, and he worries he’s not as forgiven as he wants to be. 

“I’ll call Dr. Kelly,” you say finally, pulling your joined hands into your lap. “I want you to feel better, babe. That’s all I want.” 

He nods, lifting his chin for a kiss you give immediately. The suffocating feeling abates.

[hgfictionwriter]

Handy

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Sometimes you forget Jessie’s an engineer. A very thoughtful, but shy one at that. One who feels more comfortable renovating your apartment than telling you she likes you.

Warnings: No warnings.

A/N: I'm hearing some fluff is in order. Hope you all enjoy!

"Where do you want this?" Jessie asked as she stood holding a large box in the doorway to your new bedroom.  

You looked over your shoulder and pointed to the walk-in closet. "Over there would be great. Thank you." 

"No problem," Jessie replied as she walked over and set the box down. She looked around as she stood. "Are you doing anything with the shelving in here?" 

"Oh yeah," you said as you got up and joined her. "I'm going to move these shelves up and add another set here to create more storage." 

"Smart. That'll be good," Jessie affirmed as she scanned the space.

You tried not to stare, but her profile, curious eyes, and the way her baby hairs stuck to her face after several trips to and from the moving truck made it challenging.   

"Hey, I think that's everything." 

Both you and Jessie turned when Janine's voice filtered in from the bedroom, seeing Kelli standing beside her.  

"Oh amazing. Thank you so much, all of you. I'm sure your coach would have my head if he knew you helped me move, but I'm very grateful. And hey - no injuries! Knock on wood. I guess you all still have to make it home in one piece," you joked.  

"Anytime," Janine said as she crossed the room and gave you a hug. "The new digs look great. Condo ownership looks good on you." 

You laughed. "Thank you. And it's even better when highly trained athletes do all the heavy lifting for you." 

"No unpacking though," Kelli joked. "That's where I draw the line." You held up your hands in mock surrender. 

"I can handle that part. Thank you. Next round of dinner and drinks are on me." 

Once everyone left and you continued the tedious task of unpacking, your phone dinged with a text. You retrieved it to see Jessie's name on the screen. 

"Hey. I hope unpacking is going well. I just wanted to say that if you need any help redoing your shelves I'm happy to swing by. I like projects like that." 

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.  

"Sometimes I forget you're an engineer. You've done so much as is - I already rolled the dice by getting you to help me move furniture and precariously packed boxes. I don’t want to push." 

"I really don't mind! And setting up shelves is a lot less risky than holding the bottom end of the couch on the stairs while Kelli and Janine argue about how to angle it through a doorway." 

You laughed recalling the scene in your mind. She had a point. Plus, spending some time alone, just the two of you, wouldn't be unwanted.  

You'd met through Janine a few months back and had become friends in your own right since then, but it was still the norm that you typically only saw each other with Janine. This could be a nice change of pace. And, you know, if seeing her work in such a capacity would turn out to be eye candy - so be it.  

"Alright. You've convinced me. When are you free? And please, please know that if you change your mind it's really not a problem at all. Please don't feel pressured or obliged." 

"Excellent! Does next Sunday work for you? I'd say Saturday, but we have a game that afternoon." 

"I'm aware lol. I'll be there, after all. Sunday sounds great." 

"Right lol. Okay, Sunday it is! Let me know if you need me to pick anything up prior. I'm happy to." 

"You're too sweet. See you then." 

----- 

"You brought your own drill set?" You asked with an amused smile. The blush on Jessie's face was immediate. 

"Well, I didn't know what you had." Her voice rising in pitch. "And I have a spare battery. There's nothing worse mid-project than running out of a charge." 

"Nothing," you mocked affectionately and she averted her gaze as her cheeks grew redder. You smiled at her and ushered her to the walk-in. "Okay, well, between the two of us I think we're all set. Let's get started." 

It didn't take long for it to become Jessie leading and you helping. Going in, you felt you had a decent grasp of what to do, but as the work progressed, you realized how good it was that Jessie was here because she guided things with confidence and ease that you had to admit you probably wouldn't have had in her absence.  

You were expecting this to be an all day venture, but with Jessie at the helm the work went by quickly and smoothly.  

"Hand me that last shelf, please," she instructed calmly as she double-checked her work. 

You were ready with it and handed it up to her. You watched in what you hoped was subtle appreciation as she set it in place.

She stood perched on the ladder, wearing her black hat and her shirt was tucked in. The tape measure was hooked onto her pocket and she wore a soft look of concentration on her face. When she took the shelf, her biceps popped as she lifted it and set it down on the brackets with ease. The pencil tucked behind her ear was the cherry on top.  

Once she was confident the shelf was secure, she turned to you with a bright smile.  

"All done! What do you think?" 

"It's fantastic," you relayed, forcing yourself to refocus. And it was true. Not only was her workmanship thorough, but she'd tweaked a few things in your plan to optimize the setup even further. "Thank you so much. This is better than what I could've imagined. I owe you big time." 

She shrugged and focused on her feet as she stepped down off the ladder. "No, it's all good. It was fun." 

"Well, I really appreciate it. Truly," you went on, seeking eye contact, but she seemed to readily avoid it as she began cleaning up her tools. Eventually, she looked to you with a small smile. 

"Don't mention it. Thanks for letting me help." 

You rolled your eyes teasingly. "You're funny. Can I at least order us in some dinner and make you a drink or two?" You saw her begin to hesitate, a blush creeping up on her cheeks as she fidgeted. Early on, you would've immediately backed off, fearing you were making her truly uncomfortable, but by this point you knew she was just shy. And a bit skittish. You went on gently. "Consider it a small token of my appreciation." 

She gave you a crooked smile as she distractedly readjusted her hat before seeming to catch herself and clasped both hands in front of her. "Okay, sure. That sounds good." 

You two talked fairly late into the night and you noted how Jessie relaxed into the evening. Conversation was easy and naturally weaved from the light and fun to the more serious and heavy without getting uncomfortable or awkward. The night only came to an end because you had to work in the morning.  

"Thank you again for all of your help," you told her as she stood at your front door, shoes, jacket and backpack on. "Not only does the closet look great, but it was a lot of fun - thanks to you. I can't help but think about projects half that serious that I've done with exes and they've turned into all out brawls. So, thank you." 

Her posture straightened slightly and as she blushed with a nervous laugh. "Well, what can I say. We work well together." If you were right, the flush of her cheeks deepened. She averted her gaze, shuffling her feet a bit before she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and nodded over your shoulder.  

"You said you were going to change out the lighting fixtures in the living room, right?" She asked. Her smile morphed into a smirk. "I mean, I'm not an electrical engineer, but a couple lighting fixtures is no big deal. I could come over next week and help with those." 

You gave her a smirk of your own, unknowingly looking her up and down.  

"If you'd really like to. I certainly won't stop you." 

The easy confidence she was trying to channel a moment ago flickered before she gave you a nonchalant shrug.  

"Sure. It's not a problem." 

"Alright," you accepted. "I'm looking forward to it. Thanks again, and good night." You leaned forward and pulled her into a short hug - something you hadn't done before - and it seemed to catch her off-guard as she very belatedly put her hands up around you as you were already beginning to pull away, and even then, her movements were stiff and tentative. When you fully broke away her face was beet red.  

"Okay." Her voice was high and tight. She gave you a quick, awkward wave before turning to leave. "Have a good night."  

----- 

The next weekend rolled around and Jessie was yet again up on a ladder in your new apartment. She tilted her head and frowned in concentration as she installed the last set of screws on your new lighting fixture.  

"Okay, go ahead and turn the breaker back on," she told you as she stepped down and walked over to the light switch. You did as you were told. 

"Okay, done." 

The switch went on with a soft click and light filled the room. You watched her before looking up at the newly installed fixture. She smirked.  

"Looks good," she said. “How do you like it?”

“It's brilliant. Thank you again. But what I’m really interested in is this,” you said as you closed the space between you two and grasped her hand, she tensed at the contact, but didn’t pull away. You lifted her hand to see the cut on her knuckle.

“I knew it. Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said and at that she pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her back.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“I know you are, but still,” you told her gently, noting the embarrassed look on her face. “Indulge me. Let me at least put a bandaid on it.”

She grumbled in contemplation but eventually conceded. You smiled to yourself at how her head jerked away when you glanced up from her hand to catch her staring at you.

When you finished placing the bandaid on her you released her hand and took a step back. You waited to catch her eye and spoke, “Make sure you clean that up more when you get home.”

Her cheeks grew pink and she rolled her eyes. You caught the hint of a smile on her lips though.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jessie stayed for dinner and a drink once more. Conversation flowed even easier, if that’s possible, than last time. You tried to hide the smile over how pleased you were by this since you and Jessie had been texting all week in between. It would've been understandable if you ran out of things to talk about by this point, but you didn’t - at all.

"I noticed there were a couple of dings in the drywall - probably from when we were moving stuff in. Probably Janine's doing - I'm much more conscientious," Jessie relayed with a facetious eye roll. "I could patch those up for you. I imagine the previous owners left some of the original paint or we could just get it paint matched." 

You smirked at her from across the couch.  

"You know, we could always just hang out - no reno job required. You don’t have to do something every time." 

She blushed and took a sip of her drink.  

"Oh, well, you know. I don’t mind." 

"Well, how about we just hang out next time. If you are desperate to repair the drywall even after that, well, have at 'er. But maybe a work-free, normal hang out would be nice," you told her with a soft laugh. She nodded, blush fading as she returned your smile.  

“Okay, that sounds like a plan." She swirled her drink, looking down at the churning liquid and speaking into it. "You could come over to my place? I could make us dinner. Or whatever." She finally mustered up the courage to look back up at you.

Now it was your turn to blush. You fiddled with your glass and offered her a hint of a smile. "Okay. That sounds nice." 

————

“Whoa. That’s fancy,” Jessie commented as you set down a nice bottle of Chardonnay on her counter.

“Well, it’s my first time over. I had to break out the good stuff for you.”

Jessie grinned and retrieved a couple of glasses for you before setting down two plates of food on the kitchen table.

“This looks amazing,” you told her as you looked at the meal she prepared. “And I can’t help but think this just isn’t fair. You did all this free work for me and now you’ve made me dinner.”

“Was it free?” She squinted at you teasingly. “You had to listen to me babble on about metric versus imperial for a solid 20 minutes there.”

“I didn’t mind. I’d listen to that any day. I like hearing your facts and tidbits and about whatever you're interested in,” you assured her and she tried to conceal her smile. “How’d you become so handy anyway? I mean, I know you have this engineering background now, but still.”

She shrugged. “I liked helping my dad with projects around the house. Helping him build stuff. It was just always fascinating to me to see things come together like that and to know you did it with your own two hands.”

“That’s cute. And very sweet,” you told her as you took a bite. She dismissed your comment with a small wave of her fork.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Well. I still think it’s cute. And I certainly reaped the rewards. Thank you again - seriously, for all of your help. You didn’t have to help me, and I really appreciate all the work you did.”

She took a sip of wine and peered at you over the glass, taking a moment to contemplate.

“There’s still that matter of the drywall,” she joked.

“You’re still on that, huh?” You said with a laugh. “What are we going to do when there are no projects left to work on?”

A faint blush began to form on Jessie’s face and she shuffled around in her chair a bit before taking a bite of food.

“There are always projects to be done. And if not, well, you’re the one who said we could hang out without a project to work on.”

You propped your elbow on the table and rest your chin in your open palm. “And the offer still stands. Clearly,” you gestured around her apartment. “If you’re interested.” Jessie dropped your gaze and flushed a deeper tone of pink.

“Yeah. I mean, we get along alright.”

You snickered a bit before taking a sip of your drink.

“What resounding affirmation," you said dryly and she shot you a bashful look. You smirked. "I guess it’s settled then.”

You polished off the bottle of wine that evening and your conversation carried you late into the night. You made a point of not checking the time and Jessie made no attempt to either. You had to work in the morning, but you just didn't care. You'd deal with the consequences later.

At some point though, an inevitable yawn escaped Jessie.

“Oh, I should let you get to sleep,” you offered, though not yet moving from your spot on the couch next to her. You were sitting across from one another and you were very aware of how if either of you shifted in a particular way, your legs would brush.

“No, it’s fine,” she dismissed. “I’ll get my second wind here in no time.” You chuckled and finally checked your phone. Your eyes went wide.

“Oh shit,” you laughed. “Well, I’ve worked off of less sleep before.”

“You didn’t tell me you were working,” she frowned at you. “Yeah, some clients are in from out of town. It’s okay, I wanted to hang out with you.” You reluctantly rose from the couch and she followed. “As much as I'm enjoying myself, I should go. I can get about 4 hours of sleep if there are no delays on the train.”

“You are not taking the train,” Jessie told you in the most stern voice you’d ever heard from her. It actually caught you off guard and you ignored the stirring in your chest at her display.

“Fine. An Uber,” you conceded.

“No. I’ll drive you,” she countered.

“Don’t be silly.” You waved her off. “You’re tired too and I’m not making you drive 30 minutes across town and back at this hour.”

“Then…I don't know, just spend the night.” She immediately held up her hands in defense. “Not like that. I just mean…it’s super late, getting home is going to be a pain. I’ll drive you home in the morning whenever you’re ready.”

“Jessie…” It was tempting. The logic wasn’t entirely bulletproof, but reasonable enough.

In the time you took to start contemplating, Jessie had run to the closet and started pulling out spare pillows and blankets. You looked at them when she returned and gave her a discerning look. You didn’t feel uncomfortable, you just didn’t want to intrude.

“I’ll take an Uber in the morning.” You told her and she gave you an easy smile as she began setting up the couch.

“I’ll drive you,” she repeated nonchalantly.

“Oh my god. You’re so stubborn,” you complained half-heartedly.

“Sometimes,” she admitted with a shrug as she went to her room for a few moments and came back out with a set of pyjamas.

“Don’t tell Janine. She’ll never let me hear the end of this,” you warned in mock petulance as you went to take the clothes from her. She pulled her fingers across her lips, feigning a zipping motion.

“She wouldn’t let me hear the end of it either, so I'd say we're now partners in crime,” she laughed, but held the clothes back from you. “These are mine. Yours are on the bed.”

“Huh?” You asked, giving her a blatant look of confusion.

“I’m sleeping out here. You take the bed,” she returned lightly and before you could retort she gently began to corral you towards her bedroom.

“Jessie.” You protested. “Are you nuts? I’m taking the couch.”

“Incorrect,” she refuted before giving you one final, soft push into the room. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She looked up at the ceiling, seeming to calculate something in her head. “6 am?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, still giving her a lingering look of disapproval. Before you could conjure a retort, she went on.

"This is my house, so what I say goes," she said rather haughtily, coupled with a subtle smirk. She was evidently very pleased with herself and her mannerisms had you too distracted, a small flutter echoing in your chest, so you let it be. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Okay. Well, if you change your mind - feel free to kick me out. Of your bedroom or the apartment - either is fine.”

“Now who’s nuts,” she quipped. Her light and easy demeanour wavered slightly as she paused in the doorway and ran a hand through her hair. “Um, well, bathroom’s through there. Help yourself to whatever. Good night.”

You were still in vague disbelief about how the last part of the night had unfolded as you lay in Jessie’s bed, wearing her clothes. Had you previously imagined being in Jessie’s bed? Yes. Did you imagine this? No. Certainly not.

All things considered, you slept pretty well. You didn't expect yourself to, so it was a surprise when your alarm went off. It took you a few moments for your mind to reconcile the unfamiliar surroundings, but you quickly came to. You sat up, the first rays of morning light illuminating the room and you observed them in a more lucid headspace than you had the night before.

The room was neat, organized, minimalistic in a way, but still had plenty of things that made it Jessie. A few framed photos of family and friends, her camera, a few, select books neatly displayed, some cute trinkets from her trips around the globe - no medals on display though. How typical.

A sound from the kitchen pulled you from your observations with a frown. You thought you were hearing things at first until you heard a few more faint sounds.

You quickly got changed and tentatively opened the bedroom door a crack to peer out. Not only was Jessie up already, she was in the middle of making breakfast. You opened the door the rest of the way with a puzzled look on your face. She turned to you with a smile.

"Morning! How did you sleep?"

"How long have you been up?" You asked instead. She glanced at her watch.

"I don't know. 30 minutes maybe? So, how did you sleep?" She repeated her inquiry.

"Shockingly well," you replied with a light laugh as you leaned on the kitchen counter and watched her work. "How about you? Miss I-insist-on-taking-the-couch."

She shot you a smirk over her shoulder as she scrambled the eggs in the frying pan. "I slept perfectly well, thank you," she relayed pointedly. "Coffee?" She asked.

"Please."

"Black, right?"

You smiled at her. "Yes, thank you. Can I do anything to help you?"

"Nope, just about done," she told you as she handed you a travel mug with steaming hot coffee. "For the road," she explained.

You watched Jessie as she turned back to the stove and continued making breakfast. For a split second, you pictured yourself as a couple in this moment. Easy mornings together, sharing breakfast and coffee, talking about your day ahead, kissing each other goodbye and going your separate ways until you came home to one another. You cleared your throat and shook out your head subtly as you came back to reality. You didn't want to get too far ahead of yourself.

You both ate a quick breakfast together, and took your toast and coffee to go. Jessie navigated through traffic on the way to your apartment. You scolded yourself internally for how you found something as simple as Jessie driving, attractive. Okay, maybe you really had it bad for her.

"I have to say, I feel like I'm 18 again or something," you joked. "Getting 4 hours of sleep, going through a whole bunch of hoops just to get to school - or work in this case - on time. It's ridiculous. But it was fun." You took a sip of your coffee. "I bet you were in bed by 10 every night in uni - minus late game nights, if that was a thing. But 8 hours of sleep, very responsible, all your readings and homework done."

Jessie shot you a mild glare.

"I've had some wild nights," she countered, not sounding entirely convincing, or even remotely, really. It endeared her to you more.

"Oh yeah, I bet you were a real bad girl," you teased. Jessie rolled her eyes.

"Oh, and like you were."

You sat primly and gave her a sly smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know."

You bantered back and forth the rest of the drive, and again, it felt like you were already something you were not. You found yourself lamenting your arrival as she pulled up to your building. Pushing aside your disappointment, you instead leaned over the middle console and gave Jessie a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She startled at the touch.

"Thanks for driving me. And for letting me spend the night. And for dinner," you frowned as you added things to the list. "I've gotta start pulling my weight here."

"No," she said in a strained voice, her cheeks flaring up as she glanced at you before her eyes darted away. She laughed nervously and scratched the back of her neck. "Don't mention it."

You gave her forearm a quick squeeze, a blush threatening to form on your own face at how firm the muscles were there, and stepped out of the car. You walked to your door, quickly strategizing if or when to turn back and wave when you heard her call out your name. You turned around with a puzzled look on your face.

"Uh, I could drive you to work? When you're ready?" She offered from the car through the now-open window. Her face burned impossibly brighter red. "It'll be faster than the bus."

You smiled openly at her.

"Oh, you're just spoiling me now." She smiled in return. "Well, who am I to say 'no'?" ------

A/N: Part Two is available here.

[harrysfolklore]

i’ve always loved the piastri sis lore because the sibling dynamic is so healthy but just to switch it up a little bit in the tiny verstappen!sis universe i can imagine her skipping out on the WDC celebrations with max and be with charles instead and max is a little mad at her at qatar until kelly knocks sense into him 🥰

verstappen!sister was one of the first f1 fics i ever posted 🥺🥺 its kinda heartwarming that you guys still remember it and want to read more about them! it was nice to take a dip into that little world agai, i hope you like this!

READ VERSTAPPEN!YN HERE

The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred through as you rushed through the paddock, your heart torn between two directions. Behind you, the thunderous celebration at Red Bull's garage continued – your brother Max had just sealed his fourth world championship. Any other day, you'd be right there, spraying champagne and screaming until your voice gave out.

But right now, all you could think about was Charles.

You found him in the Ferrari cooldown room, still in his race suit, head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, those green eyes stormy with frustration.

"Mon coeur," he whispered, and despite his evident pain, his lips curved into a small smile at the sight of you. "You're here."

You crossed the room quickly, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "Of course I'm here. Always."

"I had it," he mumbled against your skin. "I had the pace, the position... everything. Then they called me in at the worst possible moment—" His voice cracked slightly.

You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know, baby. I watched the whole thing."

Charles pulled back slightly, cupping your face with both hands. "You should be celebrating with Max, though. It's his championship. I don't want to take you away from that."

"You're not taking me anywhere," you said firmly, pressing your forehead to his. "I choose to be here."

He kissed you softly, gratefully. "Je t'aime. What did I do to deserve you?"

"Existed," you smiled against his lips. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

As you were leaving the cooldown room, hand in hand with Charles, you nearly collided with Max in the corridor. Your brother was still in his race suit, championship cap askew, smelling of champagne and victory.

"YN?" His voice was smaller than usual. "Where were you? Everyone was asking... we were all celebrating and you just disappeared."

Guilt twisted in your stomach. "Max, I'm so sorry, I—"

"She was with me," Charles said quietly, squeezing your hand.

Max's face fell slightly, though he tried to hide it. "Oh." He looked between you both, jaw working like he was trying to find the right words. "I thought... it's the championship, YN. Our fourth championship."

"I know," you said, stepping forward to hug him tightly. "And I'm so, so proud of you. You were incredible out there. But Charles needed me."

Max returned the hug, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. When he pulled back, his expression was complicated – hurt mixed with resignation.

"Sure, whatever. Stay with your boyfriend." He shook his head, jaw clenched. "It's fine. Not like it's my fourth world championship or anything."

The sarcasm in his voice cut deep. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Charles standing in the corridor.

The next morning, you found Max in the hotel gym, pounding away at a treadmill despite probably being hungover from the celebrations. You knew your brother well enough to recognize when he was working out his frustrations physically.

"Max," you called out softly.

He didn't look at you, just kept running. "Shouldn't you be with Charles?"

"Can we talk? Please?"

He jabbed at the treadmill controls, slowing to a stop. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was guarded. "About what? About how you ditched your own brother's championship celebration to comfort your boyfriend? Because he finished P4?" He grabbed his towel, wiping his face roughly. "Real nice, sister."

"That's not fair and you know it."

"Kelly already gave me the whole speech last night, you know," he said, "Something about 'understanding love' and 'being supportive' and how she'd do the same for me."

"And?"

"And I told her she's supposed to be on my side," he said, but there was less heat in his voice than before. "She just laughed at me."

You sat down on a nearby bench, and after a moment, he joined you. "I'm still mad," he admitted. "And it's still weird as hell that my sister is dating Charles bloody Leclerc of all people."

"Could be worse," you tried. "Could've been Lewis."

"Don't even joke about that," he groaned, but you caught the tiny smile he tried to hide. His face turned serious again. "Kelly made some good points though. About how she'd choose to be with me if I was struggling after a race, even if it meant missing something important. Still doesn't mean I like it."

"I really am sorry about disappearing like that."

"I wanted my sister there," Max's voice cracked slightly. "You've been there for every important moment in my career. Every single one. Until yesterday. It's like ever since you started dating him, I'm losing my little sister bit by bit."

"You're not losing me, Max. You're my brother, nothing will ever change that. But Charles...I love him."

Max was quiet for a long moment. "You really love him that much? It's that serious?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "It is."

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I still don't like it. And I'm still mad about yesterday." He paused, then added grudgingly, "But I guess I need to get used to sharing you. Just... don't disappear on me like that again, okay? I had to listen to Helmut asking if you were sick or something. Do you know how awkward it was explaining that my sister was too busy consoling a Ferrari driver to celebrate with us?"

"Did you actually tell him that?"

"No, I told him you had a headache. You're welcome, by the way." He paused. "But seriously, YN. I get that you love him or whatever—" he made a face at the words, "—but you're still my sister."

"And you're still my annoying big brother," you leaned against his shoulder. "So... fourth championship, huh? Getting a bit boring now, isn't it?"

"Never," he grinned, then added more seriously, "Would've been better with you there though."

"I'll make it up to you. Plus, there's still family dinner tonight."

"Yeah, about that..." Max's expression turned mischievous. "I might have told Mom to make that really spicy Indonesian dish Charles couldn't handle last time."

"Max!"

"What? If he's going to be family, he needs to build up his tolerance," he said innocently. "Besides, it's payback for making me miss my sister at my championship celebration."

"You're impossible."

"Yeah, but I'm a four-time world champion impossible brother," he smirked, pulling you into a headlock like when you were kids. "And don't you forget it."

[funnyjb]

Sparks

Summary: what happens after childhood friends met again and feel a certain spark?

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2022

A regular October morning. The grey clouds covering the bright sun. The wind blowing leaves into the street. Lattes and books are all you need.

Your flower shop called Lily’s Bloom named after your late grandmother who you called your best friend was flourishing. Many customers in and out each day. Pretty colored flowers filled the walls and tables.

Your regular routine as always is to check inventory, look for any dead flowers, check appointments, and make sure deliveries are set up.

You lit a pumpkin spice candle and started to make a special bouquet for a client who is supposed to pick it up soon. They ordered pink peony’s, white baby’s breath, and pink roses. Also adding a special note.

The bouquet was set and so was the note. Now you just have to wait.

An hour later

The bell rings as the door opens. Your head was down trying to plan out your events in your notebook.

“Hey, I’m picking up for Joe.”- joe

A tall muscular man stands in front of you. His green long sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants.

You look up

“Joe?”- you

“Y/n? I didn’t recognize you!”- joe

You walked over to him to embrace him in a hug

You laugh

“Yeah, I use contacts now and got rid of the bangs.”- you chuckle

“Wow! I haven’t seen you since high school graduation. How have you been? How’s your parents?”- joe

“I’ve been good! Opened the shop last year and it’s been wonderful! My parents have been good though. They always tell me how they see your parents all the time.” How are they?”- you smile

“They’re great! You know them, always doing stuff around town and call 24/7.”- Joe laughs

“Never changed…well let me get your bouquet.”- you

“Thanks.”- joe

You walk back into the store where the bouquet was being kept. You walked back out with a beautiful bunch of flowers in your hand.

“Wow! This looks amazing, thank you.”- joe says as you hand it to him

“Thank you! Wonderful assortment you picked out.”- you smile as you walk to the computer for him to pay.

“Thanks. I tried my best. It’s my mom’s birthday so I wanted to get her flowers with a few gifts.”- joe

“Well, that’s very sweet. I’m sure she will love it.”would you tell her I say happy birthday?”-you

“Of course. She still asks about you.”- joe

Really? Well I’ve always loved your parents. Always welcoming and kind.”- you

“That’s them.”- joe smiles

You smile back.

“Ok, your total comes out to $76.00.”- you

He hands you his card and you scan it. You hand it back. His hand grazes yours.

“Thank you.”- joe

“Of course! Hope your mom likes the flowers and the gifts.”- you smile

Joe laughs as he waves goodbye and walks out.

I can’t believe that just happened.- you thought

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A day later

“I can’t believe it! He’s hot, y/n. You should have shot your shot.”- kelly

“No, he probably has a girlfriend and that’s weird.”- you

“He actually doesn’t. We would have known by now.”- kelly

You give her a stare

“Just saying,y/n. You should have given him your number.”- kelly

“Well, he has the store number.”- you

“Eh, that doesn’t really count.”- kelly

You both laughed.

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Couple days later

You were walking along the street trying to get to brunch with kelly. Your brown boots making a noise on the sidewalk and your long coat keeping you warm. As you were looking down at your phone texting kelly you will be there in ten you bumped into a large broad chest.

“Oh- I’m so sorry.”- you look up

“It’s o- y/n?”- joe

“Oh-hey Joe!”- you

“Hi, where are you off to?”- joe

“I’m going to meet kelly for brunch! Where are you off to?”- you smile

“You’re still friends with kelly? Every time I hung out she tried to make a move on me.”- joe

“That sounds like kelly.”- you

“Yeah…anyway I was just picking up some take out.”- joe

“That’s nice, well enjoy and good luck on Sunday!”- you saw as you walk away

“Thanks, y/n. Tell kelly I say hi.”- joe winks

You laugh

“I will.”- you walk away

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That night

You were sitting on your couch snuggled up in your cozy blanket watching Gossip Girl when your phone chimed.

You opened it to see a contact you never thought you would see in a million years. Joe.

Your heart fluttered

Hey, y/n! It’s Joe.It was nice seeing you again today. Hope brunch was good. I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to my game on Sunday? I understand if you can’t or busy. I just feel like we always used to joke about you coming to my games in the NFL when we were kids and now that I am I feel like it’s right to have you there this weekend. You can bring kelly if you want.

You decided to text him back

Hi! I would love to come! And I know kelly would to. And those were some pretty funny jokes we made. They still make me laugh to this day when I watch you guys on tv.😂

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Hey guys!!!!! This is a new series called sparks!!! Can’t wait to put more out for you guys! Hope you like and always welcome to send requests!!🩷

[doctor-dusk]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

when you discover that the hardest thing than paying attention to a movie during a sleepover with your boyfriend (early sias!alex) is to keep quiet while your friends are in the same room.

warnings: soft dom!alex, fingering (f receiving), public sex, unprotected sex (piv), bit of biting, cockwarming.

word count: 2.1k

this one has been forgotten in my drafts for months, i'm embarrassed. i mean… it's early fucking sias alex lol. hope you enjoy it :3

“oh, why are you always the last ones to arrive?” 

that was the first thing katie said as soon as she opened the door and saw you and alex waiting to go in after ringing the doorbell. 

“we were looking for our air mattress.” you responded, giving her a warm hug. “blame alex, he forgot to bring it with our luggage.” 

“c'mon,  i already apologized.” alex protested, poking you slightly, coming in right behind you when katie opened the door so you could enter the house. 

you were taking advantage of the break the lads were taking during the production of the fourth album to rest and visit the family in sheffield. you barely saw katie, breana and kelly lately, so when katie and jamie suggested a sleepover party at their house on a saturday night, you were the first to accept, dragging alex along with you. 

of course, he would never dare refuse when he saw that you were really excited about it.

“no worries, we've already got everything ready.” katie reassured you, leading the way into the living room, perfectly set up with several pillows and air mattresses taking over the rug in the center of the room.

“told you.” alex poked you again and you rolled your eyes playfully. okay, maybe he said something about katie being in 2050 when it comes to organization, so she would have already taken care of everything.

you guys were excited about the idea, even though the boys stay together all the time when producing an album or touring, it was nice to get together to do absolutely nothing, just chilling and chatting about random things like good friends do.

the movie was chosen. a horror movie, for a change. everyone was lying on their respective air mattresses, covered up to the waist or torso, occasionally passing the bucket of popcorn around like a rotation through the dark room that was lit only by the big screen of the tv.

you and alex were closer to the couch. you were laying on your side with him lying behind you, spooning you while his back was against the couch. he was propped on his left elbow, resting his head on his palm while his right arm passed across your body, his hand resting flat on your stomach, making almost invisible caresses.

eventually, his fingers danced across your stomach, doing some random patterns, moving to your side, his fingertip moving up and down, from your rib to your hip.

you absolutely loved when he touched you like this, he can't get his hands off you somehow, and that alone excited you. you took a handful of popcorn in your hand when matt offered it, eating a little and bringing it to alex's mouth for him to eat too.

he smiled in gratitude, still keeping his light caresses, moving his hand to your thigh, caressing the bare skin that your dress did not cover under the blanket. that alone was enough to make your breathing heavy a little, but you maintained your posture, paying attention to the movie.

when his fingers moved under your dress, his fingers playing with the elastic of your panties, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“what are you doing?” you whispered to him, almost inaudible that he needed to lip read.

“nothing, babe. pay attention to the movie.” he said, his voice dripping innocence as he gestured with his chin to the screen to get you to pay attention to the movie again.

you looked back at the screen, but you were completely aware of his actions, touching you, playing with the waistband of your panties, kissing your shoulder every now and then. you scanned the room, but no one was paying attention to you there for now.

and that's why alex was taking so much advantage, pulling your panties to the side in one swift motion. 

you widened your eyes slightly, looking back at him, your eyes simply repeating the question you did earlier. he kissed your temple, his mouth moving a bit to whisper in your ear. 

“this movie is fuckin' boring. let me have some fun with ya', hm? just keep quiet, baby.” he whispered, his hand softly massaging your bare ass under the covers, feeling the softness of your skin.

“they will notice.” you whispered back to him, your restless eyes swept the room again.

“not if you keep quiet. keep an eye on them for me, alright?” he said, blowing some air on your face to move away some strands of hair that were falling over your forehead, almost reaching your eyes.

you nodded, your heart pounding, almost surpassing your ribcage, but you were willing to obey. after all, it wasn't the first time you had done this. 

you felt his fingers dancing over your folds, the sensation sending shivers down your spine, making you squirm discreetly on the air mattress. 

“wet. i haven't even done anything yet and you're already like this.” he hummed in your ear, spreading soft and teasing kisses on your neck, his middle finger invading you without warning, making you put your hand over your mouth to stop any moans from escaping.

alex was a born instigator when he knew you were using all your self-control. actually, he liked to test your limits, see how far you were willing to go with him. for him. oh, and you never disappointed him.

the volume was loud, there were screams, chase, the real thriller before everyone's eyes. no one was aware that now turner was shoving two of his fingers inside your cunt, massaging your hidden spot inside your tight walls that wasn't that hidden for him. he knew you too well.

you squeezed the pillow under your head, trying to keep quiet, feeling his chest pressing slightly on your back while he peppered kisses on your cheek and your jaw.

“doing so good for me, pet. so good.” he praised you, withdrawing his fingers, making you whine a bit at the loss of contact. he licked his fingers clean discreetly, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

you could breathe a sigh of relief for a moment, thinking that you wouldn't have to pretend anymore. but alex had more for you, much more.

taking advantage of the fact that everything was noisy because of the movie, no one — not even you — heard him when he unbuckled his belt, fingers working to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper.  he kissed your shoulder again, catching your attention. 

“i want you to warm me up a little." he whispered, his hand already wrapped around his hard length, ready for you.

“now?” you asked, already feeling his tip on your entrance, spreading the wetness all over it. 

“now.” he answered, kissing right above your eyebrow and not giving you time to respond, moving his hips forward, his cock now being wrapped by your warm walls, stretching you. 

you threatened to gasp at the stretch, your body tensed up and he shook his head slightly in a slight warning gesture, his arm going back around your waist, holding you close. your breath shook a little as your toes curled under the covers. your widen eyes looked around, seeing your friends' faces, making sure that none of them had noticed that you and alex were fucking right there.

“ew, that's gross.” you heard jamie commenting in the background, for a second you thought you had been discovered, but he was clearly talking about the movie. alex let out a soft chuckle, both for his comment and for your look of relief.

“gross indeed. right, love?” turner agreed, squeezing your hip, burying his cock inside you, the tip kissing your cervix and making you close your eyes momentarily so you could roll them back under your eyelids.

you nodded, your hand rested above his under the blanket, squeezing it slightly. your legs were closed, trying to get some relief since you can't reach your clit to rub it. it was even difficult for alex to move, even though he wanted to very much. he knew that it was too dangerous, but he loved that adrenaline, to see you struggling, taking him so deep inside you.

turner peppered kisses on your cheek, his hand leaving your waist to move up, passing through your belly and the valley between your breasts until reaching your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat. it wasn't a very tight grip, but it was enough to add more pleasure to the moment.

“i didn't know you liked being fucked like this, love. you're milking my cock already.” he whispered to you, his thumb tracing the line that outlined and delineated your jaw in a gentle caress, his words and the thrill of being caught at any moment pushed you further and further to the edge.

“don't stop, ‘m close…” you managed to whisper back to him, his cheek rested against yours as he smirks. 

he wished he could fuck you hard like he always does. he wanted to put you on all fours and fuck you until your pussy was swollen and sore so you could feel him for days. but he could be content with that now knowing that you were enjoying yourself, pressing your thighs so hard against each other, feeling your climax approaching.

he thrusted into you slowly and deeply. one, two, three, four times and by the fifth time you were already cumming on his cock, your legs twitching as you buried your face in the pillow to keep from moaning, as if electricity was running through your veins and you were doing the possible and the impossible not to let anyone notice it.

alex stood still for a while, moving meticulously slowly when he felt safe, fucking you through your orgasm, knowing that no one would notice the movement or hear the two of you. and he loved it so much that he already felt he was close, so close that it was ridiculous.

he rested his face on the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths, feeling the faint scent of your perfume and nibbling your sensitive skin. you glanced at him.

“what's the matter?” you asked, turning your face a little, pressing your ass against his hips purposely, his hand squeezed your throat tighter.

“i'm close.” he mumbled, letting out a low chuckle through his nose. you raised your eyebrows, your other hand went up to his hair to comb it back, even though you knew it probably wouldn't budge.

“yeah? i thought you could handle it.” you whispered back to him. you said that like you hadn't just came seconds ago.

“me too. apparently i was wrong.” he pouted and you pouted too, clenching around him, making him swallow a low groan. “stop it.” 

“what?” you asked innocently, clenching around him again. you're still sore and sensitive, but you wanted more. 

“stop fucking clenching around my cock.” he said between gritted teeth.

“or what?” you asked, clenching again and again, your walls tightening so hard around him that he could feel his control slipping away.

“or i'm gonna cum inside this pretty pussy of yours and you're gonna have a hard time keeping it inside of you without making a mess in this bed that isn't even ours.” he explained, pretty methodical. but oh, it was so sexy to hear him saying that, it makes your cunt throb involuntarily.

“i can live with that.” you answered him. that was certainly the answer he wanted to hear, since he pressed his hips against your ass again, the heat making your bodies sweaty under the covers. 

“mhmm, i bet you do. you'll keep it all inside you, won't you? don't waste any drop.” he hissed, feeling his cock twitching as you kept clenching around him, needing to feel him falling apart inside you. his hips bucked slightly a few more times, just enough so he could feel his release hitting him.

his teeth sank into your shoulder to keep from groaning as he painted your walls with his hot load, he hid his face in your back, trying to control his breathing, his vision blurry as he poured everything inside you.

“fuck, baby, you're the best.” he panted softly, kissing your cheek, his nose poking yours. you smiled, satisfied to feel him inside you, the aftermath still tingling on your body as you felt his cock softening inside of you, but he didn't seem to want to let you go now. 

you both stood there, silently enjoying the subtle aftershocks as the movie continued, you both knew there was a big risk of you staining the clean sheet if he pulled out of you slowly.

“have you thought about how we're going to deal with this without raising suspicion?" you asked him, seeing him give a sheepish smile. 

“no, love. you know i usually never think about what might happen next.” he kissed your cheek, then your shoulder soothing the mark of his bite that was etched into your skin like a tattoo. “guess we're going to need to stay like this for a little while longer. not a bad thing, hm?”

you chuckled, bumping your nose on his.

“not at all, baby.”

[thatonebirdwrites]

Cheating Death Part 4 - End

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

Epilogue

Finally, after weeks under intensive medical care, she was cleared to go home. Her recovery was far from over. Lena didn't look forward to the intense physical and occupational therapy in store, but at least she could rest in a more comfortable space. Have a bit more freedom.

Alex had insisted on taking her home, though Kara had walked with them until she received a Supergirl call. Lena understood now why Kara randomly took off, and with that understanding came a slow acceptance.

The door swung open at the press of her thumb against the keypad. Alex pushed her wheelchair, and shut the door with her foot behind them. They made it almost to the sofa when the shouts erupted around them.

"Surprise!"

Lena nearly fell out of her chair at the sudden noise. People leaped out from behind the sofa, tumbled out of the kitchen, and poured in from the hallway. They were all there: Kara, Brainy, Nia, J'onn, Kelly, and even Sam and Ruby.

"Welcome home!" Alex said with a grin, meaning she was in on this too.

Lena had no idea what to make of this. She'd never had a surprise... anything before in her life. "Um, thanks?"

Ruby nearly bounded into Lena's lap with her fervent hug. "I'm so glad you're home! We were so worried when we found out." She pulled back with a teary smile. "You gotta stop almost dying on us. Because we need you here, you're family, and Mom and I sort of just got here today, so all I have is this card." She handed it over and put her hands behind her back.

Lena opened it to the words, "We love you. Please try not to die again. Or we'll drag your sorry ass back to the world of the living." The asterisk after 'ass' had a note at the bottom that read, "Ruby was allowed this one curseword in honor of you."

Lena smiled and ran her fingers over the handwriting, some of it Ruby's and some Sam. Why they bothered, she didn't know, considering how she'd ghosted them. She took a deep breath to try to stop the urge to cry. "Thank you, Ruby. I love you both too."

Sam walked up behind her daughter and smiled, her eyes glistening. "Kid has a point." She leaned forward and gave her a half hug, planting a kiss on the side of her head. "I'm glad to see you up. We've been so worried."

She handed Lena what looked like a phone at first glance, until she saw the hinge. Opening it revealed a note that read: "Answer your phone! <3 xxxoo Sam." Under it was one of her guilty pleasures, a very specific hard candy only sold in Ireland.

"Sam..." Lena didn't know what to say. She wiped away tears, frustrated with herself. Since her near death and disablement, she'd become a weepy fool. "Thank you. I'll be better about staying in touch. I promise."

As the others moved forward, one at a time to greet her and welcome her home, Lena found herself smiling and dissolving into tears yet again. She wasn't used to this much care, and it still felt unreal. Like the shoe could drop at any moment, and yet it didn't.

Alex had continued to care for her, Kara and the others had continued to visit, and now that Lena was cleared to rest at home? Here they all were being the sappiest people she'd ever met.

"Make sure you kiss your beefcake," Nia whispered as she dropped a box of chocolates on Lena's lap. "She set this up, and I kind of have money on the line, so give a girl some help?"

Lena laughed, but she couldn't stop herself from sneaking a look at Kara who stood, swaying back and forth on her heels, as she waited impatiently. "Sure, Nia."

Alex gave her a backpack of all things. "Hey, don't give me that look," the director said with a cluck of her tongue. "Think of all the science-y things you can stuff in this thing and loop onto your wheelchair. Nothing will stop you now."

She lightly swatted Alex's arm. "Maybe if I was five, but really, thank you." At least the bag was black, so it matched the chair's coloration.

Kelly's gift was perhaps the most useful. A tool to grab things from afar. Lena immediately snapped it in Alex's direction, who danced out of reach with a scowl. "It's perfect," she said with a grin.

"I know you have a long recovery in store," Brainy said with a bow of his head. "But I will give you access to my favorite..." he glanced at Nia, "... toys as Nia calls them." He held out a small, palm-sized square. "Press your thumb and a holographic interface, encrypted for our communication and projects, will appear."

Lena couldn't resist. She pressed her thumb, and the interface swirled around her, filled with all sorts of delicious programs. "Holy shit, Brainy. Thank you. This is a delight." She pressed her thumb again, and it vanished.

J'onn stepped forward and bowed his head. "I wish to apologize for my actions in not bringing you in sooner. You've always been one of the best of us, and so I offer you the aid of my community. We have had many soldiers wounded in battle, and I will gladly aid in your recovery. So that you may find the mobility that fits your needs."

Lena studied the stoic man and thought back to something Kara had said to her. "You're a good swordfighter?" When he nodded, she smiled. "I was nearly an Olympic fencer. That's my goal. To recover enough to challenge you to a duel."

He bowed to her. "I accept."

Kara came last, of course. "Hey you." She knelt and wrapped Lena in a tight hug. Lena leaned her head against Kara's shoulder and breathed in her usual vanilla scent.

The pain hadn't full healed between them, but they were taking little steps. And with each one, Lena settled into the reality that Kara wasn't some omnipotent do-no-wrong-god, but a trauma-filled, messy alien who feared loss almost as much as Lena did.

That's one thing the past few weeks in Alex's medical ward taught her: perfection didn't exist, and that's okay. It was okay to be imperfect. She'd still be loved for who she was, even despite her sometimes bratty, petty nature.

Kara pulled back and kissed Lena's forehead. "I made this." She handed her a cylinder with lines and dots on all sides. "It's a puzzle box like what my father made. Give you something to do as you heal."

"Kara," she leaned her head against Kara's shoulder. "God, I love you so much," she whispered. "Thank you."

"I love you too." Kara carded her fingers through her hair. Lena gladly took the brief moment to recalibrate herself for more people interaction. Alex's words hovered in her head, "I need you to recognize your limits."

She took stock of her pain, her emotional bandwidth, and decided she could handle an hour. Then she'll ask to go to the bedroom. Plan in place, she pulled back from Kara with a smile.

She blinked away her tears. "Thanks to all of you. Now, I'd like to sit down on the sofa, if you don't mind?"

Kara chuckled and gently scooped Lena into a bridal carry. Her face flushed, likely as pink as her own. "As you wish, milady."

Alex groaned at that while Nia cackled.

Settled on the sofa, Lena leaned back into the cushions in relief. Fatigue plagued her still, and the pain simmered despite the pain meds. Still, she was much improved than a week ago. This ordeal had taught her that even small steps were worthy victories.

"So you ready for cake? Because all welcome home parties need cake." Kara practically hopped from foot to foot.

"Sure, Supergirl," Lena drawled. "Better fly me the best."

"Oh, you betcha. Straight from Belgium." Kara sounded quite proud of herself.

"Kara..." Alex pressed her palm against her face.

"Supergirl?" Sam echoed, her eyebrows raised.

"Wait a second," Kelly looked around, surprised. "Kara is Supergirl???"

Well, it was nice to know she wasn't the last one told after all.

***

Six months later

Lena gripped the bars, most of her weight on her arms. Her legs trembled beneath her, her right foot turned slightly to the left. Kara stood at the other end of the torture session with a grin. "Come on, Lena, you can do this."

"Oh shut up." Lena growled, but there was no heat in her words, only a deep affection. She carefully took a step, and her leg held. A tingling sizzled up her leg muscles, but she didn't crumple. Slowly, she lifted and plopped her other foot down. That one proved weaker than the other, so she leaned into the bars more.

"Remember to breathe." Her physical therapist stood behind her ready to catch if she fell.

She took a deep breath and managed another step. The rhythm of walking felt strange, like a foreign language she'd forgotten after months of using a wheelchair.

Since the attack, she'd kept a low profile. Sam returned as temporary CEO, and Alex proved to be just as protective of her as she was of Kara. Nia's article of the attack won the public's favor for Lena, which had been a nice, short boost for L-Corp.

So she slowly made her way down the bars, each step mores stable than the last. Her muscles screamed at the effort, but she pushed forward, determined.

Kara, as always, lived up to her promise and stayed at her side. Assisted her lab work. Accepted with grace the occasional microscope she threw at her head. Since becoming an independent writer and science consultant, Kara spent more and more time at her penthouse, and it had started to fill up with knickknacks, paintings by Kara, Kara's clothes randomly strewn over chairs, and a kitchen full of enough food for a hungry Kryptonian.

Lena knew she wasn't always the best partner. Sometimes Kara and her fought bitterly, but they'd learned to come together and talk it out. To share space for one another's feelings. To tentatively explore what being together really looked like.

All a step at a time.

Her trek reached the end of the bars, and there Kara stood, her arms out stretched.

"You did it! I told you so," Kara said with a delighted laugh.

Lena leaned forward and let herself fall into Kara's embrace. She looked up and smiled at her lovable dork. "I suppose I owe you that ice cream, my love," she said, wryly.

Kara nodded and brushed her nose against Lena's. "You sure do."

Lena placed her hand on Kara's cheek and kissed her lips. As she pulled back, she smiled at the goofy dazed expression Kara always wore when Lena sneaked a kiss.

"I'll make it two, for being such a good motivator." Behind her the physical therapist cleared her throat. Lena chuckled and for the first time in her life, she actually felt happy.

She'd cheated death yet again and won a girlfriend from it. Quite the bargain when all was said and done.

[zeezelweazel]

I would love it if you started writing for Chloe kelly

Chloe Kelly| Lost in euphoria|

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My girl is having such a great season, hope we can win the league cuz Chelsea needs to be humbled. Anyway I'm still not over that world cup final so have this.

First Chloe fic let's goo

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You can't sleep. Of course you can't, the world cup final is tomorrow. You bled sweat and tears to get to this point. With your captain and best player in the world barely back in shape and the federation being full of sexist assholes you feel like you've fought a war to reach the final.

Nerves are normal before matches like this one. The winner takes it all and you have to make sure that you are the winner. You've learnt how to live with it and get over it so you can give it your all on the pitch. This time though it's different, because you're playing England in the final.

You dread the moment you have to step on the pitch. They want this as much as you and they need this as much as you. How will you be able to play against your girlfriend in such a game? Sure, you play eachother often enough, in the league and even the cup sometimes and you're definitely used to the rivalry given how she plays for manchester city and you for united but this is different. This is a world cup final. An entire nation depends on you.

Just as you're about to turn around and try to sleep your phone lights up with a notification. You look at the screen to see a message.

Baby blue 💙

Hey

I can't sleep

You smile when you see Chloe's text, immediately forgetting about the match tomorrow. You grab your phone and text her back immediately. You probably should be getting some sleep before such an important game but it's not like you'd do anything but roll around in bed all night. Plus talking to Chloe always helps you relax, right now it also helps you forget the fact that tomorrow she'd be your biggest rival.

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No words can describe the feeling of playing in a wolrd cup final. The atmosphere is electric, your whole body pumbed with adrenaline and nerves that only got worse when the whistle blew. You were equal parts relieved and upset that Chloe wasn't on the starting line up. She deserves to be on the starting eleven, you know this but you can't help but feel relieved that you can prolong playing against her.

The first half is obviously in your favour. England's attacks are disjointed and messy, most of them not leading to anything good. You and Ona didn't let anything get through, closing down every English attack. The forwards are doing their job successfully, as expected with Aitana bossing the midfield and pulling the strings. Sure enough after a stady and good performance Olga manages to open the scoreline with a good shot.

Your first instinct is to turn to Irene and hug her tightly before running to meet the rest of the girls up ahead and join in the celebrations.

After the half time whistle blew you were very eager to finally get the chance to catch your breath. You blocked the annoying drill of Vilda's voice and instead focused on keeping your head clear and your mind set on the target. You know England wasn't going to give up easily.

A few moments later Jenni places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you out of your thoughts. The second half was about to start, but when you get up from the bench and move to the pitch you see Chloe doing the same. Of course she'd be subbed in on the second half, England needed to get better on the final third and your girlfriend was the perfect choice alongside Lauren James.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the awful feelings that tried to crawl up your chest. You thought you were used to playing against her but this is different. This is the world cup.

Right before the whistle blows you try and catch her eyes but Chloe's gaze is firmly locked on the ball. You gulp down any last remnants of nervousness and focus.

Chloe and Lauren change the game immediately and England's attacks start gaining momentum but with how well you and the rest of the Spanish defence are playing said momentum is quickly crumbling.

The clock is ticking and even though Jenni missed a penalty England is getting desperate for an equaliser. They've come close a couple times but still nothing and now with the final minutes of extra time it looks like it's over. But of course, life is never that easy.

Two minutes of extra time remain when a fatal mistake is made. England steals the ball in your half of the pitch and with Ona out of position there's a huge open space. The ball is thrown ahead by James and within a second Chloe is on it with you chasing behind. The crowd is already starting to go wild for something that looks to be a certain goal. Chloe is closing in on goal but just as she's about to lift her foot to take the shot you slide on the pitch and manage to knock the ball off her feet in a clean tackle that has half the crowd gasping and groaning in defeat and the other half cheering and clapping wildly. Chloe gets up and goes for the ball immediately, the blonde not one to give up until she hears the whistle but you're on her once more and you cut off her desperate attempt at a last minute cross to the Spanish box.

Once the ball goes out of play the ref blows the whistle and it's all over.

The crowd erupts in a loud roar, players and fans alike jumping in happiness or slumping in defeat. Before you can react half of the team is swarming you, patting your back and kissing your cheeks and ruffling your hair. Alexia pulls you in a tight embrace and you can't help but return it with teary eyes.

"You saved us Y/N. You won us the world cup."

You release a watery laugh and shake your head at your captain.

"No Ale, it was all of us. We did this."

It takes a while for all the girls to spread on the field but when they do your eyes instinctively scan the field for a familiar blonde ponytail.

You see Chloe sitting on the side of the pitch, seemingly not having moved since the final whistle. Lauren Hemp is by her side rubbing a hand down Chloe's back. She notices your approach and leaves the two of you alone. You sit down beside her and for a while neither of you talk. The atmosphere is tense and you feel like if you don't say something soon you'll lose your mind.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

You both look at eachother before you burst out in a short fit of light giggles. When you stop laughing your smile falls slightly at the sight of Chloe's puffy eyes and you softly wipe some stray tears from her cheeks.

"I ruined it for you, I'm so sorry I-"

Chloe looked at you with surprise evident on her face. She shook her head and took one of your hands holding it tightly.

"You did what any great degender would've done. That was like, the best tackle I've seen."

You laugh and lean closer to her. You knew that your girlfriend wouldn't be upset about what happened but part of you feels guilty that you stripped her of that moment. A moment of silce washes over the both of you as Chloe plays with you hands.

"We failed."

Her words were soft and defeated, so different from her usual loud and confident attitude, that it tugged on your heart strings painfully. You placed your hand on her face and softly urged her to look up to you.

"You didn't fail Chloe. You finished second in the world cup. I understand how painful it is to get so close to a trophy just to lose it on the last minute but failing is not even making it past the group stage or getting eliminated in the round of 16. You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."

Your insides feel warm when a big grin breaks it's way into Chloe's face.

"God, I wish I could kiss you right now."

You laugh and nod in agreement but there's no rush. You'll have all the time in the world to spent on celebrating your win with your girlfriend. Your little bubble pops when you notice Alexia beckoning you to get up. You guess it's time for the ceremony. You turn to Chloe one last time and smile. She pats your cheek and gets up before helping you rise off the pitch as well.

"Come on world champion, you have a trophy to lift."

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[allinestarr]

Relentless 2/?

Charles Leclerc x Fem Driver Reader Platonic! / Max Verstappen x Fem Driver Reader!

Masterlist | Next Chapter

Summary: Y/n L/n was a force to be reckoned with. She had the championship on palm of her hands if it weren’t for Max Verstappen. You hated him and he hated you. Right?…

Warnings: Angst, fluff

“ Uhhh I’m telling you going out tonight is a mistake.” You groaned as you spoke to your best friend over FaceTime.

“Y/N you deserve to celebrate. You worked hard all season and made second in drivers and constructers. Don’t devalue yourself. I know you’re bummed I can’t make it out but I promise we are going to have so much fun during break.”

“ I know Rachel but it’s just going to be so awkward. Lewis had to leave to Paris because he had some work obligations and everyone’s bringing their significant others and I’ll be the only one alone.”

“ That’s not true. Lando’s single and he’s going.”

“ Yea but you know how he is. He’s always got a crowd around him and goes off to Dj and can’t sit still. I’m going to look like a lost puppy following him around..”

“Well what about Fernando or Charles?”

“ Fernando left to be with his girlfriend in Spain and Charles.. well I don’t know. I think Alex had to leave because she had an emergency.”

“ Well there you go. Just hang out with Charles.”

“ Yea but I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. You know what happened last year. We hung out after he broke up with Charlotte and everyone blamed me for their breakup. It took a lot of pr to clear my name.”

“ Y/n it will be fine. Stop making up excuses and enjoy yourself!. Now, what are you wearing?.”

Sighing you went over a few outfits before you settled on a mid length open back black dress with some heels. Minimal make up cause you didn’t need it and some loose curls.

“ Y/n you look amazing!!” Rachel screamed.

“ You sure?. The dress feels tight and keeps riding up.”

“Y/n it’s perfect. Now go and get to the club. Have fun but not to much. Call me in the morning so we can debrief!. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

Soon after the Uber came and you made your way to the club.

“Y/n you made it!.” Lando said as he hugged you.

“ Yea. I said I’d come and here I am.”

Max was sitting off to the corner with Kelly and didn’t bother looking up to greet you. As time and drinks passed by everyone separated to dance or head off. Lando as predicted was at the Dj booth with his friends and Charles was pretty much drunk. You only had a few drinks so you only had a light buzz. To be honest, clubs and galas weren’t your scene so you couldn’t wait to leave.

“Y/n I love her soooooo much.” Charles slurred against your shoulder he leaned on.

“ I know Charles. Do you want to leave?.”

“No you don’t understand.. I love her soooo much. I regret being here. I wish I was with her right now. Everytime I’m not with her I’m so sad.”.

When you looked down at him you saw he was in fact crying, so you smiled and wiped away his tears.

“ Charles why don’t we leave so we can talk away from prying eyes.”

He smiled and nodded. When your Uber was outside you helped Charles up and he put his arm around your waist for support as you made your way outside the club. With no time to tell everyone you just decided to text them when you got back to the hotel. You didn't miss Max’s cold gaze following you with his fists clenched as you got closer to the exit. Kelly looked at him and followed his gaze to you. She raised her eyebrow curiously before looking back at Max with a scowl. Weird you though, but not your business.

Arriving at your shared hotel you took Charles to his room. He was pretty much dead weight by the time you laid him down on his bed.

“Ok Charles I’m going to leave you a glass of water and some ibuprofen for the morning. Get some rest and we will talk over breakfast.”

As you were walking away he grabbed your hand.

“No wait I want to ask you something…”

“What?.”

“Will you help me find a ring?..”

“Uh sure.. for what?..”

“For Alex. I want to ask her to marry me.”

“Yes!!. Of course I will!.” You smiled and hugged him.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed. Now get some rest. We will have much to talk about in the morning!.”

Walking back to your room you bump into Lance. He smiled and nods a hello as you walk to the elevator to get your floor.

You woke up to your phone ringing and when checking, it was your best friend. As much as you wanted to decline the call to sleep in for another hour, you knew she would just call till you picked up.

“Hello..” you groaned.

“ Are you ok??.”

“Yea why would I?.”

“Well the things people were saying was pretty cruel.”

“What are you talking about??”

“Have you not checked any of your socials??”

“ No I just woke up. What’s going on??”

“Well, you were photographed with Charles and he was holding onto you and it looked like you had something going on. He was leaning close to your face and you were touching his face. They're saying Charles broke up with Alex since she’s not there and that you and him are having a fling. And the worst part is that someone who they say is a credible source said it was true.”

“That’s insane!. There’s nothing going on with Charles and I. He was drunk and was saying he missed Alex and started crying so i comforted him. I brought him back to his room and left. I can’t believe this is happening again!.”

“I know y/n. I didn’t believe it when I saw it. Listen I can come earlier if you want so you don’t have to be alone.”

As much as you wanted to at yes, you couldn’t. She’s already done so much for you and she’s taking 2 weeks off work just to spend time with you when she could be with her family.

“It’s ok Rae. I’ll be fine. I’m sure my pr is already working on fixing this. I promise I’ll keep you updated. I’ll see you next week.”

“Ok, just call me if anything. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye."

Staying in bed all day to grovel sounded pretty good right now, but you promised breakfast with Charles so after a quick shower you sent him a text and met in the lobby. You were met with paparazzi outside the hotel bombarding you with pictures and questions.

“Charles why did you cheat on your girlfriend?.”

“Y/n how long have you and Charles been together?. Before Charlotte or before Alex?.”

“Charles is true you let Y/n win in Brazil?.”

You couldn’t get to Charles car quicker as you sped off to the cafe. Opting to sit in the farthest table away from anyone you ordered some food and sat down in silence before Charles took off his sunglasses. His eyes were red and puffy. He'd been crying.

“Charles, what’s wrong?.”

“Well apart from what’s come out everywhere, Alex called me this morning. She… she broke up with me. She saw the pictures and said she couldn’t do it anymore.”

“But it’s not true.”

“I know, I told her that but she didn’t believe me. Not when they said there was a credible source. I called around and tried to find out who it was but all they said was it was someone close to the grid. I just don’t know who would do this!.”

“ No but I have my suspicions. Don’t worry about it, I will get this all cleared up. It's going to be ok. Now, I believe we were suppose to talk about a ring..”

“ I don’t know anymore..”

“Charles, listen to me. You love her and she loves you. You and i both know that that’s rare to find with our jobs. She’s been with you through thick and thin. You said you couldn’t stand being away from her for a second. If you say she’s the one, then she’s the one.”

“You’re right. I’m putting my faith in you. So should we talk about rings?.”

You smiled and nodded as you spoke about what kind of ring she’d like and where to go to look at some and what kind of proposals he had in mind. After wrapping up the conversation you parted ways promising to meet up in Monaco to go ring shopping.

The week passed by and you were in your apartment in Monaco with Rachel.

“What should we do today?”

“I have to meet up with Charles so I won’t be back till 3 or 4. Landos in town if you want to hang out with him.”

“What are you doing with Charles?.”

Remembering your promise to keep his secret you had to come up with a lie.

“We have to go over some stuff our pr asked us to do.”

She looked at you suspiciuosly but accepted your answer.

“Oh ok then. I’ll go hang out Lando. Call me when you get back.”

“Alright see you later.”

It felt bad lying to your best friend but under the circumstances, it was necessary. After visiting pretty much every jeweler in Monaco, nothing caught Charles eye.

“It’s ok, we will find something somewhere else. What if we go to Paris next week. I heard they have the cutest vintage rings.”

“I guess. It’s just so frustrating. Nothing is going right. I have been calling her nonstop and she blocked me. I showed up at her house and she won’t answer. I sent her flowers and letters and she sends them back. I’m losing hope here.”

“ Hey don’t say that. She will forgive you. I’m narrowing the list of suspects and when I find out, I'm going to set this right. Till then, call me if anything.”

The only 2 people you could think of was Lance and Max. When you called Lance and asked him straight up, he denied it. He said he saw you walk him into his room and walk right out but didn’t suspect or think anything of it. You believed him and apologized for bothering him. That left none other then Max. The last person you would ever talk to yet you found yourself dialing his number.

"Hello?"

“Meet me at my place in 1 hour.”

Before he could say anything you hung up. Luckily Rachel was still gone when you got back. An hour later the door bell rang and upon opening it, revealed a pissed off Max. Walking away from the door you waited for him in your living room. He closed the door behind him and sat next to you on the couch.

“Well on with it. You called me, so what do you want.”

“Did you tell the media I was having an affair with Charles?.”

“No!. Why the hell would you think I would waste my time talking about you?.”

“Gee I don’t know, maybe because you hate my guts and you were scowling at me all night at the club. I know it was someone close to grid who confirmed those false rumors. It all leads to you!.”

“Do you hear yourself sometimes?. I’m pretty sure it requires someone to care about the person to talk about them and you y/n, I don’t care about. So if that’s all, I’m out of here.”

Looking into his eyes you knew he was being honest so how was it possible you got it wrong. Is there someone else out there that hates you?. Who could it be?. Wait… now that you think about it.. it couldn’t be..

“Kelly?…”

“What?.” He furrowed his brows.

“It has to be her. The way she looked at me that night.”

“She would never do something like that!. Unlike you she has class.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ruined Charles relationship.”

You couldn’t help the pit in your stomach and the tears welling up in your eyes. He went to far.

“You motherfu..”

Before you could finish your sentence Rachel walked in calling your name.

“Y/n everything good here?.”

“Yea, he was just leaving.”

Max regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He didn’t know why he said it. Was it because you accused his girlfriend or because he was jealous?. He got up and walked to the door but before walking to the elevator he turned around thinking of something to say but before the words came out you closed the door.

“Sorry…” he whispered to himself.

Max POV

Walking back to his place he thought about what you said. Kelly was mad that night and has been mad at him for quite a while. She said all he talked about was you. Whenever he lost he would talk about how you cheated someway or whenever he won he would say how much you sucked or how you didn’t drive as good as him. He said the only reason he wanted to win the championship was to rub it in your face. That night though was the worst fight he had with her.

Flashback to fight after club

Kelly saw how Max tensed when y/n showed up. She couldn’t tell if his face was red from the alcohol or from looking at y/n but she would keep a close eye. As the night went on and everyone went their own ways y/n danced with Charles and sat back down in the vip booth with him. Kelly didn’t miss how he clenched his fists and jaw when he saw y/n leave with Charles. It was so obvious to Kelly why. He didn’t want to talk when they got home but she wasn’t going to let it go.

“You like her don’t you?.”

“What are you talking about?. You’ve heard me all season complain about her, why would you assume I’d like her?.”

“Max im not blind. I saw the way you tensed when you saw her with Charles and how you watched her all night.”

“You’re imaging things. I could care less about y/n. Now please Kelly, drop it.”

Max didn’t leave any room for her to talk as he walked away to change and go to sleep. Deep down she knew it was more then that. Y/n would not take what she worked hard to get. So she made a call to one of her friends.

Back to Max POV

When he got home Kelly was sitting on the couch on the phone. He didn’t want to eaves drop but when he heard your name he stayed silent against the wall.

“Yea I can’t thank you again. It’s good everyone sees how much of a home wrecker Y/n is. I just couldn’t believe it when she told me she was with him again. I just hope she doesn’t do it to anyone else.”

When she finished her call he walked up to her.

“Hey baby you’re back early. I didn’t hear you come in. How was coffee with Charles?.”

“Why?.”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why would you ruin Y/n’s reputation?."

“I don’t know what your tal..”

“Stop lying!. I heard you!. You were the one who told the media Y/n was with Charles!.”

“And so what if I did!. Why do you care?!. You hate her, right?.”

“That’s not the point!. You lied!. I thought you were better then that.”

“And you don’t lie?. You think I’m stupid?!. I know you’re in love with her!. It’s so obvious. You said me and P were your whole world. We’ve been together for so many years and now you want to throw it away for some whore!.”

“Don’t try to manipulate me into the bad guy. I told you I don’t care about her. You lied and I can’t trust you. I think it’s best we take a break. We need space to think things through.”

“This is a mistake Max. We are a family. We can work this out.”

“No. I’ll pack some bags and you can stay here with P. I’m going to stay with my sister for a little bit. I’ll call you when I’m ready to speak to you.”

“Max don’t do this. Please!.”

As much as Kelly tried to convince Max to stay he had already packed his bags and prepared to leave before stopping in P’s room to say goodbye and that he’d be away in a business trip for a few weeks.

Back to Y/n

After Max left, Rachel tried to get you to talk but you told her you didn’t want to, so she dropped it. Instead you had a girls night in with some romcoms and your favorite foods. Everything was a mess so you decided to do something about it by starting off with Charles.

"Hey Rae, how do you feel about going to Italy next week?."

"Are you kidding me?? Is that even a question?. YES! YES! YES!!!!."

"Great, ill book our flights now."

Mission get Charles and Alex back together is in play.

The week went by fast without issue and soon enough you and Rachel were on the flight to Italy. You told Rachel about the plan minus the engagement part. After settling into the hotel you put on a summer dress with a hat and shades to not be recognized and headed to Alex’s house. Knocking on the door you waited till someone answered. When someone did, it was a middle aged lady.

“Hi, is Alex home?.”

The lady looked at you confused like she didn’t understand and you realized she probably didn’t speak English and you definitely didn’t speak Italian. So you tried loading up your translator app but it was taking forever to load. Another voice came from behind her that you recognized to be Alex.

“Y/n?”

Taking of your sunglasses and hat you nodded. She said something to the lady who walked away and then she leaned against the door.

“What are you doing here?.”

“Well, first to say me and Charles have never had any kind of relations. He’s been my friend since I’ve joined formula 1. I have never seen him in that way and never will. Secondly, I couldn’t stand seeing Charles mope around Monaco any longer. All he does is stay inside all day on his sim or play piano. And finally, I wanted to have some good gelato.” You smiled.

Alex’s face didn’t change as she processed all you've said. Eventually though, she smiled sadly.

“I miss him. I’ve never gone this long without him. I was so hurt and embarrassed when I saw those articles. Then he showed up here and it made me sick seeing him but even more turning him away. I tried moving on but all I can think about is him.”

A single tear dropped down her cheek as you hugged her.

“Is he here?.”

“No, he doesn’t know I came here. Listen why don’t we get some gelato and take a walk?”

She smiled and excused herself to get her purse. You texted Rachel.

y/n: Mission Charles and Alex back together Successful 💞✅

y/n: getting some gelato with Alex, be back soon. Don’t tell anyone including Charles, want it to be a surprise. 🤔

Rae: yayyy 😃

Rae: I love love 💕 🥰

Rae: my lips are sealed promise. 🤐🤫

Rae: also please bring me back a gelato 🍨 😀

Y/n: will do, see you soon!! 🫡

After talking to Alex for a while she agreed to come back with you to Monaco to see Charles. She didn’t call or text him to let him know, wanting it to be a surprise as well. Till then you spent your days eating the best food you could get and every gelato flavor you could find. Your pt was going to be pissed when you got back, but it was worth it.

The day came and you’d finally made it back to Monaco. Rachel had to leave the last day in Italy since she had to go back to work, so it was just you and Alex. The plan was to drop off your things first and head to Charles place. You didn’t know who was more nervous, you or Alex.

When you arrived at Charles front door you nodded to Alex as she let out a breath and knocked. Charles opened up and held his breath when he saw Alex. He was to stunned to speak so Alex did instead.

“Hi…”

“Oh hey sorry.. I just can’t believe it’s really you..”

“I’m sorry..” they both said in unison.

They laughed and Charles spoke,

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. Those rumors were just rumors. I love you and only you.”

“I know. I love you too. I was hurt but I know now that it was all lies. Y/n explained everything to me.”

That’s when he noticed you were next to Alex and he was confused.

“But how?.”

“She came to my house and told me. We spoke for a while and I understand. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“My love, you don’t have to apologize. It was my fault. I hope you can forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to be forgiven. It was a misunderstanding. Let’s just forget about this.”

“Well that’s my queue to go. Guys im happy for you. Im gonna leave you two love birds to it. If you need anything call or text. See you later.”

You said your goodbyes and headed back to your apartment. It was late so you just stopped by your favorite restaurant and got some food to go. Getting out of the elevator you could see a man sitting against your door. Cautiously you approached him and as he heard your footsteps he looked up.

“Max?…”

Previously / Next

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I keep thinking about the idea of Kelly and Lena becoming besties after season six. And well Kelly, being the good friend she is, and also a mental health professional, keeps trying to convince Lena to go see a therapist and sort through all the trauma she has been through. And even though Kara, Lena’s other best friend (and possibly girlfriend at this point?) finally agreed to start seeing someone for her own issues, Lena still refuses. Perhaps because she is still too stubborn to accept the help, or because she is scared of unearthing all her demons, possibly both. So Kelly decides to change tactics and go for a more covert approach. After years of treating patients much more difficult than Lena, Kelly has a repertoire of tricks up her sleeve for convincing people to open up to her, and by subtly working some of those methods into normal everyday conversations, she’s slowly able to get Lena to start sharing herself more openly with Kelly. It’s not like that much really changes about their relationship, just now some of their discussions go a bit deeper, and little by little Lena and Kelly start to work through some of her baggage without her even fully realizing it.

This goes on for quite a while, until one day Lena puts the pieces together and realizes that Kelly has essentially been secretly psycho-analyzing her all this time (Lena is a genius after all, she was bound to figure it out eventually). When she confronts her about it, Kelly can’t help but cringe internally and braces herself for the worst. Riddled with guilt, and putting on the most apologetic face she can muster, she tells Lena how incredibly sorry she is, and tries to explain herself. But when Kelly asks her if she is upset with her, she gets an answer she doesn’t expect.

Lena crosses her arms and purses her lips, tilting her head to the side, a contemplative look on her face. For once Kelly can’t read her best friend’s expression, and she can feel her own anxiety growing as the seconds tick by. But when Lena finally speaks, there is no anger in her voice.

“I think - no, I know - that the old Lena, the person I was when we first met - she’d probably be furious at you. Maybe even friendship ending furious. I’m sure you remember what happened with Kara and I.”

Kelly doesn’t say anything, simply nods an acknowledgment, and waits for Lena to continue.

“But the Lena I am now? I’ve grown a lot in the last few years… and I don’t think I can find it in me to truly be upset with you. Maybe a little sad that you felt it was a necessary measure. But not mad - because I know you did what you did out of a place of love, not because you were trying to deceive or manipulate me. Because you’re one of my best friends and I believe you when you say you only want what’s best for me. Even when I refused to admit I needed any help, you know me well enough to know better.” She pauses, glancing down at the ground briefly before looking back up at Kelly, a small smile starting to pull at the edges of her mouth. “And you really did help me, you know? Honestly, this is the lightest and happiest I’ve felt in years.”

Kelly can tell Lena is telling the truth when she says it, because she can see it so clearly in the way Lena’s small grin breaks into a face splitting smile, one Kelly knows is genuine because of the way it’s a little crooked and because of how it crinkles Lena’s eyes at the corners. She feels her shoulders relax and she releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Then Lena is wrapping her up in a tight embrace, and it’s a little longer than usual, and Lena squeezes a little harder than usual, as if to say “thank you for being there for me.”

“That said…” Lena pulls back from the hug and breathes out an exaggerated sigh as she makes a show of crossing her arms and rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager, even as she fights to keep the smirk off her face. “That said, I think it’s about time I face my fears head on and schedule an appointment with a therapist, you know, one who is not my BFF.”

Kelly can’t help but smile widely at that, feeling nothing but warmth and affection for her dear friend. “Took you long enough, you stubborn old mule,” she teases, pulling Lena into another hug.

“Excuse you!” Lena swats at Kelly’s arm in mock indignation. “Stubborn yes, but I am neither old nor a mule! You take that back Kelly Olsen-Danvers!”

“Fine, fine, just ridiculously stubborn then,” Kelly replies through her laughter. “But I hope you know, just because you start going to actual therapy, that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to keep poking holes in all those walls of yours.”

Lena considers her with a soft look in her eyes and a soft smile to match. “Yeah, I know. I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

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♕ At Last | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: suggestive content, mild cursing

Summary: After everything you and Lena have been through, you finally get married. . .

No Matter What series epilogue, but it can be read as a standalone

DC Masterlist

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I’m tired, my leg is sore and the champagne I had earlier is making my head hurt ever so slightly, but I’ve never been as happy as I am now.

The string quartet we booked has left a long time ago, replaced by a Spotify playlist that is still playing acoustic songs over the speakers.

Most of the guests have gone home as well, leaving only Lena and me on the dance floor. Kara, Alex, and Kelly are the only ones left sitting at one of the tables nearby, chatting quietly and sharing some cake.

“I can’t believe you’re actually my wife now,” I whisper as I sway from side to side with Lena in my arms.

She lifts her head off my shoulder and smiles softly, her green eyes sparkling even though I can tell she’s as tired as me. “I know what you mean,” she laughs quietly, eyes darting to the ring on her left hand which is resting on my chest, “I haven’t wrapped my head around it either yet.”

I press a lingering kiss to her forehead, noticing the way her eyes close instinctively before tightening my arm around her waist. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she says against my jaw and when I go to retort and tell her that that’s not possible she adds, “Don’t even try, my love.”

I chuckle and rest my cheek against the top of her head. “I didn’t even say anything, but if I did, I would have told you I loved you more than you could ever know. My love knows no bounds and—“

“Oh my gosh, you’re such an idiot,” she cuts me off, poking my chest playfully.

I snort and press another kiss to her forehead. “Yeah I am, but I’m officially your idiot now. Forever and always.”

“Unfortunately.” She deadpans which makes me whine playfully and her giggle softly.

We continue to sway to the music, enjoying each other’s warmth. The pearls woven into Lena’s hair glimmer in the low light and I make a mental note to help her take them out before we go to bed.

“Angel?” I mumble after a couple more songs.

Burying her face in the crook of my neck, she takes a deep breath. “Hmm?”

“Ready to go home?” We stopped swaying to the music a song or two ago and are now just standing in the middle of the dance floor.

“Yes, please.” She yawns and when she leans back to look up at me I can’t help but tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and peck her lips a couple of times.

“Okay, let’s go then.” I grab her hand and lead her off the dance floor. “Guys. . .”

Kara, Alex and Kelly look up from their seats and smile when they see us approaching.

“We’re going to head home now,” I say, slipping my arm around Lena’s waist. “Thank you for coming. I hope you had a good time.”

“Yeah, okay. Have a good night you two,” Alex says with a smile.

“And have a safe flight tomorrow morning,” Kelly adds, smiling as well.

We thank them and hug them in turn, Kara squeezing me extra hard when it’s her turn and telling me how happy she is for us.

Then we leave, getting into the car Alfred has already pulled up outside the venue. He congratulates us as if he hasn’t seen us all day (he was present for the entire ceremony and dinner) before putting up the privacy screen and driving off.

At home, I carry Lena to bed and help her out of her dress before taking the pearls out of her hair. I undressing myself as well once I’m done and slip beneath the covers next to her.

“Wait, we still have to pack. . .” Lena mumbles sleepily when I snuggle up to her from behind.

“No need,” I answer, already half asleep. “I packed everything as you were getting your hair and make up done this morning.”

Sighing, she grabs my hand on her stomach and slips her fingers between mine. “Hmm. . . I knew I married you for a reason.”

I chuckle and press a kiss just below her ear before closing my eyes and letting myself drift off to sleep.

When our alarm went off this morning, Lena and I almost blew off the honeymoon, but then I reminded her of the wonderful things we’d do in Banff which convinced her to get up.

We lazily pulled on some sweatpants and hoodies before grabbing our bags and heading to the parking garage where Alfred was already waiting to take us to the airport.

We boarded the private jet, greeting the pilots with tired smiles and some small talk before settling into our seats.

Lena fell back asleep almost instantly with her head in my lap and my fingers carding through her hair. I dozed off as well, but I didn’t sleep properly.

When we landed in Calgary a couple hours later, we were both no longer tired, so the drive from the airport to our chalet was filled with casual conversations and Lena telling me about her new invention.

Now, after unpacking our bags and exploring the chalet and the surrounding property a bit, we’re headed into town to get some groceries for tonight’s dinner.

The snow covered landscape is breathtaking and while Lena drives I can’t help but press my nose against the car window and gawk especially when we drive past a deer standing on the side of the road

“What are you doing, My Love?” Lena laughs when I gasp, fogging up the window with my breath.

“Did you see that?” I whip my head around. “That deer? On the side of the road?”

“I’m sorry, no. I was focused on the road.” She smiles and takes my hand when I pout. “But I’m sure I’ll see at least one while we’re here.”

I huff playfully and interlace our hands on the armrest of the center console. “Yeah, but still. . . It was so cute.”

We continue driving, listening to some music on the radio until we make it to town and into the parking lot of one of the grocery stores.

The afternoon sun bathes everything in a golden light and when Lena steps out of the car I can’t help but stare at her for a moment.

She’s wearing a black winter coat, a simple knit sweater and jeans, an outfit she would never have been caught wearing when she was still CEO of L- Corp. Things have changed though and if I’m honest I prefer this version of her more than anything else. She’s way more relaxed now, goes to bed at reasonable times and, most importantly, she’s happy.

When I returned to National City after spending half a year in Metropolis, I knew exactly what I wanted. I cut ties with my parents completely, opened my own gym where I teach self defense to kids, and rekindled my friendship with Harper. Before doing any of that though, I went to Lena’s apartment and asked her on an official date.

Since that day three years ago we’ve been going strong and when I proposed to her half a year ago, I couldn’t even finish my heartfelt speech before she interrupted me with a kiss, mumbling, Yes! A million times, yes! against my lips.

“Darling? You coming?”

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Lena’s soft voice and look up with a sheepish smile. “Y-Yeah, sorry.” I make my way around the front of the car and take her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers.

“Are you okay?” she asks as we make our way into the store. Her eyebrows are furrowed and for a second I’m confused why she would think I’m not, but then it dawns on me that she might think my zoning out just now could have been one of my PTSD episodes.

“Of course, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.” I’m quick to assure her and press a kiss to her reddening cheek before grabbing a cart. “So, what do we need?”

Lena pulls our shopping list up on her phone and begins directing me through the store while I push the cart. At one point, I manage to convince her to stand on the lower shelf of the cart so I can push her down the cereal isle.

“Wait, not so fast! We’re going to crash!” she shrieks when I dash down another isle. I laugh and speed up even more before coming to an abrupt stop. She gasps and steps off the cart, turning in my arms before smacking my chest playfully. “We’re never doing that again!”

I just continue laughing, enjoying the way Lena’s eyes dart around the store in embarrassment. She might not be a Fortune 500 CEO anymore, but people, now more than ever, recognize her almost everywhere because of her revolutionary inventions.

When she realizes that no one is paying any attention to us her lips tug into a smile as well. However, when I dip my head to giver her a kiss, she turns her head so my lips land on her cheek.

“Hey!” I grumble and lean in for another kiss, but she dodges it once again.

“That’s what you get for almost killing me,” she quips and turns around, walking away.

I scoff and roll my eyes playfully, following her to the register. I pay for our things after raising a warning eyebrow at Lena, and carry the bags to the car.

“Can you drive?” she asks and I hold out my hand for the keys.

“Sure. You okay?” I open the passenger door for her before getting into the car myself.

“Mhmm.” She grabs my free hand and interlaces our fingers. “I just want to enjoy the scenery a bit.”

I squeeze her hand in acknowledgement and start the car before leaving the parking lot and pulling onto the main road back to the chalet.

“I love it here,” Lena whispers a couple of minutes into our drive. “It’s so beautiful and peaceful, but if I’m honest I don’t think I could live here.”

I hum in agreement and raise our intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of her hand. “Mhmm, yeah. Me too. I can’t live without the buzz of the city.”

Lena squeezes my hand and pulls it into her lap, absentmindedly running her thumb over my own as she continues to admire the landscape in the late-afternoon sun.

“Wait, let me help,” Lena protested and joins my side at the sink when I begin washing the pan she used to cook dinner.

“Nuh-uh.” I nudge her hips with my own and push her away playfully. “You cook, I clean. That’s the deal.”

“But—“

“Nope!” I let go of the pan for a moment and dry my hands on my jeans before putting them on her hips to push her away even further. “I’ve got this. You cooked, so I’ll do the dishes. End of discussion. Now go upstairs and take a shower. I know you’ve been dying to take one every since we left the airport.“

Pouting despite the red that dusts her cheek at my firm tone, Lena takes hold of my forearms. “But I wanted to take one with you.”

I chuckle and lean down to kiss her pout away with a couple of soft pecks. “I’ll be right with you, Baby. Just let me finish cleaning the kitchen. After that, I’m all yours.“

Lena grumbles but agrees after I kiss her one, two, three more times, and leaves.

As soon as she’s vanished upstairs, I turn back to the pan in the sink and continue washing it. I also wash a couple of pots and stack the dishes into the dishwasher, turning it on and wiping down the counters and the table before skipping upstairs after her.

In the bedroom, I hear the sound of the shower running in the en-suite bathroom and I hastily strip out of my own clothes, not wanting to waste another second.

I entered the steam filled bathroom and run a hand through my hair, feeling my heart flutter at the sight of Lena already in the walk-in shower.

She has her back turned to me, and has her head tilted up toward the stream of water so it’s running down her face and over her chest.

I wordlessly get into the shower as well, shivering at the slight spray of water that hits my own skin.

Lena gasps softly when I circle my arms around her waist even though she definitely heard me come upstairs, and turns around to face me.

“Hi,” she whispers shyly, lifting her hands to cup my face.

I smile and pull her closer, running my hands up and down her lower back. “Hello, Beautiful. . .”

“You took your time,” she teases, raising one of her hands slightly higher so she can trace the small scar on my temple.

It’s something she’s done ever since I got it that day Lex’s goon hit me in the head with the baseball bat, but she doesn’t do it because it reminds her of what happened. She does it simply because she can and to remind me that we’re both still here even after everything that’s happened.

“I didn’t take my time, you’re just impatient,” I argue, poking her side gently.

She chuckles and stands on tiptoes to brush her lips against mine. “Maybe, but you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I close the distance between us and pull her into a bruising kiss. Her skin against my own sends sparks through my body and when she grabs the hair at the back of my neck and pulls roughly, I can’t help but moan into her mouth. “Shit.”

Since getting married, we haven’t had a chance to be with each other like this because after all the dancing and celebrating last night, all we did was go straight to bed, knowing we had an early flight this morning.

“Darling. . .” Lena whispers against my temple when I dip my head down to trail kisses over her jaw and neck.

“Hmm?” I continue kissing her, nipping at her soft skin only to stop when she doesn’t reply. Panting and a little concerned, I pull back to look at her. When I see the tears glistening in her eyes I frown and loosen my arms around her. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head and blinks rapidly to get rid of her tears. “No, no, you didn’t hurt me. I’m okay. Better than okay actually. . .”

I stare at her, obviously confused and tilt my head slightly. “But. . .?” I lift one of my hands and use my thumb to tentatively wipe away one of the tears that managed to escape her eyes.

“No ‘but’s. . .” She laughs at herself and leans into the touch of my hand on her cheek. “I’m just so happy.”

“Happy?” I echo, my concern not leaving even though her words make my heart flutter. “You’re happy?”

Smiling tearfully, she nods and runs her thumb over my lips and down my chin.

“So these are happy tears?” I ask, needing the confirmation.

“Yes, My Love,” she whispers. “They’re happy tears. You make me so unbelievably happy. You make me feel loved, and safe, and understood. You listen to me, no matter what I rant about. You hold me when I sleep and help me calm down after a nightmare, and you always cheer me up when my insecurities get the better of me. I got so lucky with you and I still can’t believe we’re actually married now. . .”

Feeling tears prick at my own eyes, I close them and lean forward to press my forehead against Lena’s. “Well, if you’re happy then I don’t even know what I am. I am batshit crazy for you, that’s for sure, and every time I look at you my heart feels like it’s going to explode. You bring me the peace I thought I’d lost forever when Noah died and every day I wonder what I did to deserve you. I love you so much and the day you agreed to marry me I knew you would never just be my wife. You’re my rock, my lifeline, and if it wasn’t so cheesy I’d even go as far as to call you my soulmate.”

A soft sob makes me open my eyes again and when I see Lena smiling from ear to ear even though she’s bawling like a baby, I can’t help but reconnect our lips in a soft kiss. It’s way less hurried than the one before, but it makes me weak in the knees all the same.

“I’m not religious-“ Lena pulls my bottom lip between her teeth before letting it snap back into place- “But God do I love you.”

I groan and dig my fingers into her hips. “I love you, too,” I manage to say before resuming our kiss. When I trace my tongue over her lower lip she grants me access immediately. Her nails scratch over my shoulders and down my chest, a whimper clawing its way out of her every now and then when I swirl my tongue around hers until she pulls away to catch her breath.

I take that as my chance to get back to kissing her neck and throat, letting my hands wander down her back and over her ass all the way down to the back of her thighs.

I lift her effortlessly since my leg is no longer weak (it still tingles and hurts some times but my strength has returned fully) and push her up against the cold shower wall.

Lena squirms and shivers at the change in temperature, but doesn’t tell me to stop as she wraps her legs around my waist and threats her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to go on.

When I pull back a moment later to catch my breath, I’m taken aback by the way her pupils are dilated and how kiss swollen her lips are.

“You okay?” I ask, adjusting my hold on her so she doesn’t slip down my body.

“Never better,” she replies breathlessly and before I can fully catch my breath she’s pulling me back in for another passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue.

The soft touch of Lena’s finger tracing down the side of my face is what ultimately wakes me up the next morning.

After finishing our extra curricular activities in the shower last night, we actually showered before going to bed without bothering to get dressed.

Any other day, one round in the shower wouldn’t have been enough for either of us, but we were both exhausted from traveling, so as soon as we hit the mattress, it was instantly lights out for both of us.

“G’mornin’” I mumble without opening my eyes.

Lena huffs in amusement and continues trailing her finger over my face. “Good morning, My Love. How did you sleep?“

I stretch and open my eyes, smiling when I find Lena propped up on her elbow, looking down on me. Wrapping my arms around her in a flash I pull her on top of me, making her squeal. “Excellent. What about you?”

She smiles, folding her hands over my chest and placing her chin on top of them. “Same, but my legs are tingling a little.”

A smirk pulls at my lips and I delight in the way Lena shivers when I run my fingers up her spine. “Are you expecting me to apologize for that?”

She shakes her head and cranes her neck to place a sloppy kiss on my chin. “Never.”

I chuckle at her halfhearted attempt to kiss me and pull her further up my body so I can connect our lips in a lazy kiss. It’s sweet and not at all rushed like the kisses last night and before it can turn into anything more than it is, Lena pulls away with a dopey smile and sits up with her hands on my bare stomach. Her thumb absentmindedly traces the scar where Lex shot me, but she keeps her eyes on my face. “Breakfast?”

“Yes please, I’m starving,” I joke and sit up as well, wrapping my arms around her so she doesn’t fall backwards. “Do you want me to cook, or do you want to go out and see what Banff’s got to offer?“

Running her fingers through my hair to tame it a little, she shakes her head before getting off my lap. “Let’s go out. I’m craving some pancakes and I really want to check out the shops a little before we go on that hike later.”

I agree easily and follow her into the bathroom after watching her get out of bed with the biggest smile ever on my lips.

We end up having breakfast at a little café, eating pancakes and sharing a french toast before walking around town with Lena holding onto my arm and leaning into my side.

We bought matching beanies and a pair of extra warm gloves for Lena because the ones I packed for her aren’t warm enough and then we set off on our hike around a lake.

It was magical, walking through snow covered woods and spotting all kind of wildlife, but after an hour or so we decided to head back to go ice skating on Lake Louise which is where we are right now.

Lena’s surprisingly graceful, skating circles around me and grinning like a child while I’m doing my best to even stay on my feet.

My arms are flailing around and I keep slipping, but I have yet to fall.

“How are you so good at this?” I whine, making Lena laugh.

“I was a figure skater in primary school,” she admits, skating up to me and pecking my lips.

I groan and accept the hand she holds out for me. “Of course you were. What didn’t you do? I mean, fencing, figure skating, golfing, chess? Is there anything else I should know about?”

She laughs and begins skating, carefully pulling me along with her. “You forgot tennis.”

I playfully roll my eyes and squeeze her hand. “Of course I did.”

Lena laughs again and I try my best not to slip as she pulls me across the lake. It’s quite busy since a lot of tourists are here this time of year, but no one pays attention to us.

That is until one of my skates gets caught on a ridge in the ice. I stumble and slip, trying to regain my balance by tugging on Lena’s hand, but in the end it does nothing to keep me from falling.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—Uff!” I land on my back with Lena following suit a second later. She lands on top of me with a yelp before freezing and lifting her head to check that I’m okay.

My dazed eyes meet hers and for a second she looks concerned, but then she bursts out laughing lays her head on my chest. “I’m sorry, My Love,” she says, “but that was hilarious. You fell like a cartoon character.”

I groan at the sting in my back and ass, but laugh as well, wrapping my arms around her to prevent her from getting up just yet.

“Are you okay?” I ask with a chuckle once our laughter has died down.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I had something soft to land on.” She grins and pokes my nose. Her eyes shine with mirth and her adorable dimples are on full display.

“Ha ha.” I mock her, but unwrap my arms from around her so she can get up. Once she’s back on her feet, she helps me up as well.

“Are you okay?” she asks a little more seriously as she helps me wipe the snow off my jeans.

I nod and readjust the hat on her head as soon as she’s done. “I am, but I think I’ve had enough of this for today.”

I’m a little cold since we’ve been outside the entire day and I’m hungry. We didn’t have any lunch since our breakfast turned into a brunch and I’m dying to eat the Chili Lena promised she’d make for dinner.

“Yeah, me too. Let’s get home.” She smiles and presses a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling me back to the edge of the lake where we switch our skates for our boots before walking to the car.

“I’ve honestly never felt this relaxed,” Lena admits after dinner when she sinks into the hot tub next to me. Her dark hair is in a bun at the top of her head and the black bikini she’s wearing makes my stomach flip.

I sigh happily and mumble mhmm in agreement, uncrossing my legs when she moves to straddle my lap. She drapes her arms over my shoulders and presses her nose against my jaw, shivering ever so slightly when the cold air hits her exposed upper back.

I shiver too, but not because of the cold, and pull her even closed so there’s no space left between our bodies.

The sun has gone down a couple of minutes ago, making the stars visible and I know that if we’re lucky we’ll even get to see some northern lights tonight.

The hot tub is on the balcony outside the master bedroom and even though it makes for a stunning view out here, going inside once you’re done relaxing is like torture, especially when it’s as cold outside as it is today.

I run my hand up and down the length of Lena’s thighs and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between us. “I know I tell you all the time,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her hairline, “but you smell so good, I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

That makes her laugh and when she pulls back to look at me I see the amusement twinkling in her eyes. “You smell good too,” she says after a beat of silence, cupping my cheeks. “even when you get back home after the gym all sweaty and gross.”

My jaw drops, which makes her laugh again before kissing me softly and adding, “No offense though.”

I smile against her lips and squeeze her thighs gently. “You’re lucky you can get away with saying stuff like that.”

“Oh really? Is ist because you’re head over heels in love with me or because I’m just too pretty to get mad at?”

“Both,” I reply without thinking, leaning in to resume our kiss only to be pushed back again by a hand on my chest.

I frown and go to protest but the my eyes land on Lena’s lip between her teeth and her darkened eyes on me.

“Well, what if I don’t want to get away with it?” she whispers seductively, her finger tracing over my collarbones.

I raise my eyebrows and gape at her. “I-I-I don’t understand.”

Smiling devilishly, Lena leans forward and grazes her teeth against the shell of my ear. “I think you do, Darling.”

I gulp and involuntarily tighten the grip on her thighs which makes her sigh directly into my ear. “Lena.”

“Yes?” Her voice is low and raspy and when she pulls back to look at me I don’t give her a chance to protest before smashing my lips against hers.

This is going to be fun. . .

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Hey. . . Hey . . How y’all doin’? (Iykyk)

I’ve been sick for the longest time now, but I’m back! Updates will still be slow, but I’m writing again, yay!

*not proofread yet (will get to it soon. . . hopefully)

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Drugged- TeenSister!Casey/ BigBrother!Matt Casey

Authors note: I honestly can’t remember who requested this as I have been working on this for a while now. This is out of my comfort zone for writing, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy and this finds the person who asked for it!

Warning: implied/ suspicion of being roofied, mentions vomiting, cursing

Summary: After getting coffee, you show signs of being roofied. Your big brother, God father, and your firehouse family come to the rescue.

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On your way to the firehouse from school, you dropped by your favorite coffee shop. You’re a frequent customer, coming in once or twice a day, so you knew almost all the staff and most of the usual patrons. Now that you think about it, it’s very rare for you to see anyone that isn’t a regular. You intended to make the stop quickly, seeing as the snow was coming down heavier by the minute. Many of the roads were already thoroughly frozen over as the unexpected snow storm came into Chicago. You ran into the bathroom quickly, leaving your bag at the counter after ordering your drink.

Once you emerged, you thanked the cashier, taking your bag and coffee before heading out the door. By the time you reached the firehouse, a few blocks away, you had just began taking long swigs your coffee as it finally cooled enough not to scald your tongue. You separated from the group that you joined, waving at a few familiar faces that walked into the apartments across the street as you made your way into the firehouse. What you failed to realize was the stranger, who had to be at least in his mid-twenties, who had followed your little group to the intersection.

You greeted your god father and the rest of Squad, who was sitting at the table cleaning tools as they waited for a call. You hugged everyone, getting a kiss on your temple from Kelly, before retreating into the much warmer firehouse. Though Kelly had on a couple heaters in the bay, the chill still seemed to leak in.

As you made your way into the common room, you began to feel lightheaded. You smiled and greeted everyone, acting like nothing was wrong as you made your way into the kitchen. At this point, you had consumed most of your coffee, so you figured you were either dehydrated or overheated, so you made a beeline for a bottle of water. You pulled one out of the fridge and attempted to open it when Matt came in.

“Hey sis. Need some help there?” Matt asked, slightly teasing but also slightly concerned. You could always open things on your own and joked that you didn’t need a man’s help. When you nodded, Matt went to take the bottle, but you dropped it.

You bent down to pick it up, only to pop back up and black out, falling straight into Matt. You could hear the commotion that your little scene made, feel Matt lower you to the ground, and heard multiple voices calling your name. Upon opening your eyes, everything looked hazy.

Matt was cradling you in his arms, leaning into your line of sight. “Y/n. Hey. Talk to me. Can you hear me?” Matt kept asking, looking around at your family in search of Sylvie or Violet before coming back to meet your eyes.

You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes as you tried to focus on anything at all. You heard running footsteps before Kelly and Sylvie came into your line of sight.

“What happened?” Brett questioned, immediately helping Kelly shed your coat and cut your shirt open before hooking you up to the portable monitor that Kelly had grabbed from her when they ran in.

“She just collapsed.” Matt said, holding you up slightly in his arms.

Kelly reached a hand up, brushing your hair back as he checked for a fever. “No fever. What’s wrong squirt?” Kelly asked, swiping your flyaways back and out of your eyes.

“Tired and dizzy. Don’t feel good.” You slurred, clutching your eyes shut as the slight movement Matt made had your head swimming.

“When did this start?” Sylvie asked, continuing to check you over.

“Just now.” You said, reaching for Kelly to find some sort of stability. “What is happening? Help me.” You whimpered, squeezing the hand Kelly took in his.

“Shhhh. Just relax.” Kelly soothed, running a hand over your forehead.

“What’s going on?” You heard the Chief ask, walking into the common room with some news only to be met with a whole other situation.

“She just collapsed. Something’s wrong.” Hermann answered, motioning to you still laid in Matt’s arms as Sylvie tended to you and Kelly helped attempt to sooth your shaking form.

“Well, I came to tell everyone that we have been grounded. Nobody leaves until we get the all clear.” Boden replied. “Can we treat her here Brett?” Boden asked, concerned for his youngest niece.

Brett nodded as she looked between Kelly and Matt who gave her a reassuring look. “We can monitor her here. She doesn’t seem to be in any danger. Her stats are a bit lower than I would like, but I think some fluids could help.” Brett replied, a look of pure concentration on her face.

Kelly quietly cursed as he processed the information. “Brett. I’ve seen this before. I think she’s been drugged.” Kelly said, taking the pin light she then offered to look into your eyes.

Your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the invasion of light. You turned your head and tried to hide it in Matt’s stomach. “Nooo. Please dad. No more. Make her stop.” You moaned, taking the hand Kelly had released and covering your face.

Everyone looked at each other at your words. Your dad has been dead for at least 8 years and you haven’t seen your mom since. Kelly handed the penlight back to Sylvie as Violet nudged her way into the little circle everyone had created around you.

“I’ve got the fluids and the oxygen just incase she has been roofied.” Violet announced, immediately working on getting a line as Matt tried to soothe you. You were moaning and writhing under all the hands that were around you. You were completely unaware of the situation now, only scared that your mom was coming to take you from your dad.

“Sweetheart. It’s alright. It’s Matt. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. I won’t let anything happen.” Matt soothed, wiping your face as tears spilled and mixed with the sweat that was starting to bead on your skin. ”Brett. She’s getting pretty clammy and pale.” Matt said, taking a cloth that Hermann had grabbed to wipe the sweat and tears away.

Brett nodded and looked over your face before making brief eye contact with Matt. “Y/n. Sweetie? Talk to me. How do you feel?” Brett asked, looking at the monitor before moving up toward your head to get in your line of sight.

“Not good. Tummy hurts. Hot and cold.” You slurred, reaching for Matt now that Sylvie wasn’t holding your arm.

Brett nodded and took her stethoscope out. “How’s your breathing? Your vitals are a bit lower than normal, but not dangerous. What do you feel?” Brett asked before she listened to your lungs. They were raspy and sounded strained.

“It’s hard.” You slurred, taking your hand from clutching Matt’s shirt to cover your tummy. “Matty. Don’t feel good.” You whimpered, looking up at your big brother.

Matt cooed and ran his hand through your hair once again. “I know baby. I know. You gonna be sick?” Matt asked, looking at the paramedics and your godfather who was knelt next to your shoulder.

You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. You hate throwing up more than anything in the world. Vomiting is the one thing you are terrified of. Your family scrambled to find anything to use as a receptacle as your face paled further. Matt, ever the big brother, immediately cupped his hands under your chin just incase, but Chief was quick to grab the trash can just next to the door as the two paramedics helped Matt and Kelly roll you onto your side and over the trash can at your first heave.

Some of the firefighters left the room as you got sick, not able to handle the situation. Cruz, Gallo, Hermann, Ritter, Stella and Mouch stayed around to be of any assistance. Kelly and Matt were cooing and murmuring words of comfort as Violet and Sylvie spoke between each other and the Chief held the trash can in place.

“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay. Just get it up.” Kelly encouraged, supporting your back and holding you steady.

“Okay baby. There we go. It’s alright sweetheart. Shhhhh.” Matt whispered, attempting to calm you as you sobbed between heaves. He held the side of your head to keep you stabilized and rubbed between your shoulder blades. “Breathe. You gotta breathe.” Matt reminded you as he heard you struggle to catch your breath.

“Her oxygen is dropping.” Brett muttered to herself and Violet. “Kidd. Go grab some Zofran from the rig. Maybe a couple rounds of epi just to be on the safe side.” Brett ordered, not even looking up at Stella.

“You got it.” Stella hollered, already running out into the apparatus floor.

“Brett?” The Chief said to get her attention. Once Sylvie looked up and made eye contact, he continued. “We still got this?” He asked.

Brett thought for a moment. “Here’s the deal. If her stats drop dramatically, we gotta roll one way or another. Ice storm or no ice storm. I am going to do everything in my power to control this. If I have to use the epi, we will need to get her to med.” Brett explained, giving it to them straight. “Right now, her heart rate is 64, oxygen is 90 and blood pressure is 112/73. If she drops below a heart rate of 50, oxygen of 85, or blood pressure of 90/60, I won’t be equipped to control this situation much longer.”

Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet as they thought and watched the monitor. Kidd wasted no time in gathering her supplies and slid next to Violet, handing her the medications and syringe. Violet was quick to administer the Zofran as Mouch held the bag of fluids up for her to access the line a bit easier.

“Guys. She’s fading.” Kelly warned, feeling you get heavy in his hands. Your tremors ramped up as you slumped back into Kelly’s hands and Matt’s lap.

“Cruz. Go get the squad ready to go. Ritter and Gallo, grab everyone you can to help Cruz get ready. Get snow chains on the squad and get the plow on the buggy. We gotta roll as soon as possible.” The Chief instructed, reaching around the small trash can to push flyaways back from your face and get a good look at you. “She’s out Matt.”

“Kelly, keep her on her side. We gotta keep her in a recovery position. She’s still vomiting a bit.” Brett noted, giving the order as she looked at your face. Your eyes were clenched shut and your face was pinched in pain. Small whimpers escaped as you wheezed and struggled to get good air.

“Shhh sweetheart. It’s okay. We got you. Matty has you.” Matt whispered, helping stabilize your head as Kelly and Brett turned you onto your left side. Matt has always protected you, but he couldn’t stop this.

“We got her man.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the shoulder. “And we have you princess. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly murmured in your ear, rubbing your back.

“Hermann, go grab the backboard for me. We can put her on there to transfer her, but we gotta try to keep her in the recovery position.” Brett instructed, turning to look at your vitals. “We gotta get ready to move. She dropping fast. I’m going to try the epi to see if I can get her heart rate back up.” Brett announced to what was left of your family. “Keep fighting for us sweetie. We gotcha.” Brett muttered, taking the epi from Violet and administered it directly to your Iv.

As soon as Hermann got the back board and filled in the group on the progress being made on the apparatus floor, they began to transfer you. Your heart rate and blood pressure were coming up with the combination of epi and fluids, but your oxygen was staying around 88. The guys were putting on the final pieces of equipment when they got you loaded onto the truck.

“Here. Get this oxygen on her.” Violet instructed Kelly, handing him the mask.

Kelly gently placed the oxygen mask over your face and grabbed his phone while he heard the chief letting dispatch know the situation. Kelly quickly dialed the one person he knew would get you immediate help. “April. I have a situation.” Kelly said as soon as the nurse answered.

“What’s wrong?” April replied.

“Y/n’s been roofied. We are pulling out of the house now. We have her loaded onto the squad with Boden clearing a path. We pushed epi and Zofran and we have her on oxygen and fluids. She isn’t doing too hot. We are gonna need a room and some help when we get there.” Kelly said, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear so that he could help turn you back on your side.

“I’m on it. ETA?” April asked, immediately running around the desk to Maggie and writing ‘Y/n roofied. Trauma 2?’ On a piece of paper as she waited for Kelly’s reply.

“8 minutes. The snows bad.” Kelly replied, looking out the window as the sirens blared and the lights flashed, reflecting off of every surface and every snowflake.

“Got it. Bring her into Trauma 2. Maggie, Will, Nat and I will be waiting for you.” April instructed as she moved to grab supplies and get ready for you.

“Thanks April.” Kelly sighed before hanging up. Then he dialed the one detective he knew he could count on.

“Halstead.” Jay answered, not even bothering to look at his phone before he answered.

“Jay, it’s Kelly. I need your help man.” Kelly said, looking at you in his best friend’s arms.

“What’s up?” Jay replied, turning his full attention to the conversation at hand.

“I’m fairly certain that y/n has been roofied. We are on our way to med right now in the squad. I need you to find the asshole that did this to her. She had a coffee from y/f/cs (your favorite coffee shop), so I would start there.” Kelly informed the detective, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“The cup still at the station?” Jay asked, standing and grabbing his badge and weapon from his desk as he made his way to tap Hailey’s desk and lead her to Voight’s office.

“Yeah. Be careful man. It’s nasty out here.” Kelly replied. “And thanks. Keep me posted.”

“Right back at you man. Give her our love. We will find this son of a bitch.” Jay reassured before hanging up the phone.

No matter what, you had a family that would never let you down. No snow storm could keep them from getting you help and finding whoever hurt you.

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Goodbye Don't Last Forever

Javey. Kind of funny ngl. Enjoy.

David Jacobs was eighteen and newly graduated when his girlfriend, Francis Sullivan, left for Santa Fe, leaving no goodbye and no way to contact her.

David went crazy when she left. He loved her and she left without a word to him. He made some stupid (but not too regrettable) decisions in the time after. Dyed his dirty blonde hair a dark shade of brown. Started wearing his glasses again. Went outside only when required (as in almost never). Stopped talking to many of his friends.

Only two of the habits died, and fortunately it was those last two. He found himself to be pretty fine within a few months of her being gone.

Six years later, David Jacobs was 24 years old and getting a new roommate.

"Hi, are you David?" A confident voice came from behind him.

He turned to face- woah he's hot- the person asking the question.

"Yeah, yes, that's me. David Jacobs. Hi."

The man smiled and held out a hand to shake.

"Jack Kelly."

Those eyes... that handshake. So familiar. But the familiarity was out of reach in David's mind.

So he stood up a little straighter, smiled back, and said, "Nice to meet you in person finally. I mean I trusted Albert enough to not find me a serial killer roommate but... I feel very assured now, haha..."

"I won't kill ya, Davey."

Davey...

"Good to know. Same here. Do you need help taking anything up?"

Jack shook his head. "All I's got is this." He nodded to a moderately sized suitcase that he was gripping.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's nothing, Dave. I just had to leave kinda quickly and didn't have much anyways."

"Well, uh. Let me uh... I guess, follow me?"

...

David was down bad for his roommate. And, down bad as in like, Taylor Swift "if I can't have him/I might just die it would make no difference."

Something about him, Jack, felt so familiar in all the most wonderful ways. His smile was a smile David felt like he had seen dozens of times.

David wanted to know why. He wanted to know why this boy felt so natural in the environment. Why he seemed to be the missing piece in David's life.

He was going to find out.

Not today though, he decided, when Jack entered the apartment looking like he was about to burst into tears.

"Hey, are you okay?" David asked slowly.

Jack nodded stiffly, putting his head down and throwing his bag and coat to the floor.

"Jack, you look sad."

"I'm fine."

"Jack."

"I ain't- you don't gotta be all in my business." Jack was heading to his tiny bedroom, so David grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You can tell me, you know?"

Jack leaned forward, hugging David, beginning to cry.

"Woah, hey. Hey, it's alright, let it out..." David wished Jack would hug him more often, and not while crying.

Jack continued to cry for maybe three minutes, David didn't know exactly. What David did know is that when Jack made eye contact with him, he looked like he had done something horrible.

"I ain't a real boy, Dave."

David's heart could have shattered just then, hearing Jack sound so broken.

"What do you mean, you aren't a real boy?"

"I wasn't- I'm not- I am a boy. I know and promise that I am but I just- wasn't born that way and I feel like a fraud and I get sad sometimes."

"That's okay to be sad, Jack. But you're a boy, I know you are. If you say you're a boy, you're a boy. No, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Okay, Jack Kelly, you are no boy, you're a freakin' man."

Jack smiled a little, wiping his eyes dry.

"Thank ya, Davey."

...

David was having none of this "stay up until 3 AM painting" bullshit.

"Jack Kelly, you will start going to bed at a decent time or so help me-"

"I'm fine, Dave!" Jack defended himself.

"You drank four coffees today and three energy drinks. I don't even know how you're still alive!"

"Fine, fine. I will be in bed no later than midnight."

"Is that the best I'm gonna get?"

"Yup."

David sighed, deciding to give in.

"At least show me what you've been working on into the ungodly hours of the night?"

"Maybe someday." Jack smiled mysteriously and disappeared once again into his room.

David was not staring at his fine ass as he retreated. He wasn't.

...

"Davey, do you got any food?"

David was regretting getting a roommate but also enjoyed having someone around. He didn't appreciate having to buy random shit every other week because Jack had a craving and pretty much no money. (He spent his money on rent and art supplies, which David didn't mind because his apartment was cheaper and Jack's art was amazing.)

"We have fruit snacks and spaghetti-o's if that qualifies as food. We might also have a banana."

Jack strolled into the kitchen area after David's previous statement and pulled out a packet of fruit snacks, a can of spaghetti-o's, and the blender.

"What the fuck are you doing?" David asked, shocked and amused all at once.

"I'm making me some dinner, you want some?"

"Jack, there is no way in Hell you are going to eat- drink spaghetti-o's and fruit snacks put through the blender. It's gonna be terrible."

"Actually, no it isn't. My old friend dared me to do it and it actually tastes good."

David had a brief memory flash through his mind.

"Francis! I dare you to put the two most different things you can think of in the blender and then drink it." Race shouted.

"Okay, I'll do it." Francis smiled that daredevil smile of hers and got started. Spaghetti-o's and fruit snacks.

When it was complete, Francis took a long drink.

"Wow. That's actually not terrible."

"Davey, you good?"

David nodded. "Sorry, just. You just reminded me of something."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Ex-girlfriend."

"Thought you said you're gay?"

"She kind of helped me out on discovering that."

"Well. That's nice of her. How so?"

"Uh. It's a long story."

"I bet I can handle it. Besides, I have an abomination to drink. I'll listen."

"Oh. Okay. Well. Basically, she decided she was going to Santa Fe and wasn't going to, you know, say goodbye to me or anyone. And I spent a long time angry and then realized I didn't really miss her romantically at all and just was pissed, and then me and my friend Albert accidentally fucked when we were drunk and I was like 'wow that's allowed?' and anyways uh Al and I aren't and weren't interested in each other at all, we were just drunk like I said, but then it all made sense why I wasn't like, sad over the 'love of my life' leaving because it was just a high school girlfriend and I'm not even into girls. So I'm not even mad at her anymore really I'm just gay and confused and I've talked a lot now sorry."

David looked up at Jack for a reaction. He was wearing this face... David could not name the emotion.

"What was her name?"

Huh. Weird question.

"Why?"

"Well, I was just wonderin' if maybe I met her, since I's come here from Santa Fe and all."

"Oh. Yeah, uh. Her name's Francis Sullivan."

"Have a picture?"

"Yeah, one sec." David scrolled through his phone's camera roll until he found her. "Here."

The picture made Jack frown, and David kind of would have done anything to make him smile again.

"You know her?" David asked.

"Yeah, uh. I knew her."

David's heart sped up.

"Really? Is she doing okay? Is she alright? Do you know where she lives, cause I might need to go-"

"Davey. Stop."

"What?"

"You can't exactly go visit her."

"Why not?"

Jack seemed to be looking inside himself instead of at David when he spoke.

"She was... the real depressed type, Dave. Always sad. She never smiled, I don't think. She was in a real bad state of mind."

"What're you-"

"She ain't alive no more."

Everything stopped in David's head.

"What?"

"I'm real sorry, Dave. She just ain't... But I'm here."

"What's that supposed to mean? 'You're here?'"

Jack hesitated before opening his mouth. "She didn't exactly... die the way you're thinking. She, uh. She just... more... changed? She ain't Francis anymore. She cut her hair and went on T and got top surgery and goes by a boy's name now, and he/him. So, uh, tellin' ya she died was probably not the brightest idea but that was an in-the-moment decision."

"Good for him. What does that have to do with you being here?"

Jack made absolute eye contact with David, wondering how he could be so fucking stupid, and held it. Held it as he crossed the room and held it up until the moment he pulled David into a hug.

"I'm sorry for leavin' you. I just had ta get away."

David jerked away from Jack in a quick movement.

"You? You're... You- I can't-" David's brain was moving too quickly and all he could think to do was punch Jack in the face as hard as humanly possible.

Which he did.

"Son of a bitch- Dave! I only told ya cause I thought you said ya weren't mad anymore!"

"Yeah, well. Now I am, asshole. You... You deep friend burnt-ass dino nugget dickhead. You absolute.... I can't even. How dare you? I fucking loved you, yes even if I'm gay now, and you, you just ran the fuck off and never bothered contacting me for six years. I would have understood if you needed to leave, needed to leave me, needed... whatever. I would have given you your space. I hate you."

Jack looked hurt. It made David feel good. All that pain he went through and it was being passed on.

"Davey-"

"David."

"Right, sorry. David. I'm really sorry. I don't- I never meant ta hurt you. To be honest, I thought you'd be glad if I left and never came back."

David felt less good.

"I just- I wanted to feel like I could be free. It didn't really... go as planned. Because I just realized I wanted to come back. Mostly for you."

David didn't stop to think. David just kissed Jack like he was hungry for it.

"I fucking hate you." He said, pulling away.

"No you don't."

"Don't test your luck."

A small moment of touching silence passed.

"So..." Jack started. "You slept with Al?"

"Now I actually do hate you. Get out, I'm calling him. Maybe he'll be nice to me."

"Davey... I love you. I always did."

"I'm... good to know. I can't- I'm still mad, bitch."

Jack just laughed, and he knew right then that it would all be fine.

A/N: hope y'all liked it :) It'll be on ao3 asap

[themultifandomgal]

Hi! Can you write an imagine for Blake Gallo, with the prompt “I tried to move on, but nobody is you”

Blake Gallo- Nobody Is You

Blake and YN had a whirl wind relationship. They met when Blake joined firehouse 51 and immediately they clicked. When YN got injured during a call and was told she could no longer be a firefighter she went a bit crazy. That was her life, now what was she going to do? This took a huge strain on her relationship with Blake and eventually YN broke up with him in fear that one day they would do nothing be argue with each other, and potentially start to hate one another.

Since YN’s accident she’s been trying to find herself again, trying to figure out what job she wanted to do and eventually settled on becoming nurse. Now she was in training, having to do placement at Gaffney Chicago Medical Centre.

YN sighs getting home to her apartment after a long day when she sees someone stood outside her door. Kelly Severide. Her best friend. Frowning wondering why he’s here, YN makes her way over to him

“Kel?”

“YN. You need to speak to Gallo”

“Kel it’s been 4 months since we broke up”

“I know but… he’s not himself. He’s making mistakes, he’s sad all the time. I’m not saying get back with him, but I think you both need to talk to each other”

“I don’t know Kelly. You weren’t there when we split up. You didn’t see his face when I…” YN’s voice trails off as she looks down at her feet

“Please just talk to him for both your sakes” with that Severide leaves YN stood outside her front door with her thoughts.

Over the next few days Severide’s words stick in YN’s head. So much so that she gives in and heads to Blakes apartment. Hesitantly YN knocks on his door. When Blake doesn’t answer right away, YN turns to leave thinking that this was a mistake. Before she could actually leave though, Blake opens his door with a confused expression

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“Erm Kelly said you weren’t doing so good. Told me to talk to you, but i wasn’t sure….”

“If I wanted to see you?”

“Yeah” YN breathes out now looking at Blake

“Do.. do you want to come in?”

“Errrm ok, yeah” YN walks into the apartment that she was once very familiar with. Awkwardly silent they sat down on the couch next to one another “so erm how have you been?”

“Honestly? Not good. I miss you and I still don’t understand why we broke up. I know the accident was hard on you but I don’t understand why we had to brake up”

“I was jealous I guess. Jealous that you got to go to work at the firehouse everyday, while I sat at home recovering from a broken back having to also deal with knowing that I’ll never be able to work as a firefighter again”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” YN just shrugs in response, not really knowing why herself “I wish you had told me”

“And then what? Leave the firehouse because your girlfriend fucked here back?”

“I would have helped you through that. I would have took time off, taken you to therapy sessions, gone to couples therapy with you. I would have done anything for you, but instead you left me and then I find out your sleeping around. That hurt YN”

“I wasn’t… I didn’t…. I went on a couple dates, but I wasn’t sleeping around. I still loved you. Still love you”

“I still love you too. I tried to move on, but nobody is you”

“So what now?” YN asks

“Why don’t we start over. Hi I’m Blake Gallo” Blake holds his hand out for YN to take. YN laughs at Blake’s cute smile taking his hand in hers

“Hi I’m YN YLN” they shake hands laughing before Blake pulls YN in for a hug

“Don’t ever leave me again”

“I won’t”

[munsonsprincess11111]

Missing munson.

Eddie munson x hopper/byers!reader

Summary: it's the end of the school year and Eddie gets called to miss Kelly's office. That same day Eddie goes missing. This is sad. The ending is happy though. You've been warned

Friday.

The last time you'd seen Eddie. He was in a bit of a bad mood because he had to go to miss Kelleys office. You was meant to see him after school but his van was gone. You walked to the trailer park and he wasn't there. Then he didn't show up for hellfire.

Or band practice Saturday. Wayne hadn't seen him. By Sunday your dad found you inna state and you told him Eddie was missing. Hopper took you to the station and made you give a statement on everything that happened on Friday.

By Tuesday there was a search party looking for Eddie.

They checked, the hide out, lovers lake, reefer Rick's, the hole Woods by the school. But still nothing. It was now Thursday. Eddie had been missing nearly a week.

Currently, you, Gareth, doug, and Jeff, are walking along the old railway to where there was abandoned vehicle's better known as hawkins dumping ground shouting his name. Hopper gave you a walking talking to communicate with him and other police incase anyone found anything.

There was a team searching in lovers lake. Hopper, Powell and officer daniels where heading to bennies abandoned building. Wayne was in the woods with his work buddies. Joyce Byers and Jonathan where on there way to the old lab.

Jonathan knew Eddie from high school obviously so Mike, Dustin, will and lucas did too. Them four where biking around neighbourhoods seeing if they could find him. It's like he just disappeared.

"Fucking hell Eddie Common." Gareth shouted. Before you could react, Jeff back handed him and shook his head. Eventually, you all made it to the dumping ground and stared at the old motors.

"Gareth come check that truck and car with me. Doug and Jeff check the bus." You say numbly walking over to the truck. Everyone splits and walks off. You had been so out of it. Not sleeping. Barely eating. It was bad.

You open the old truck door and climb into the drivers seat leaning across to look in the back. Nothing. You jump out slamming the door. You walk around to the trucks trunk and open it. Empty. You close it and lean on it as the others check the other vehicles.

"Y/N!" Doug shouts and you spin around. He looks worried and panicked. You nod.

"Get hopper!" HE shouts. Your heart drops. You feel sick. You bring the walkie up to your mouth but no words come out. Your eyes well up and you hand the walkie to Gareth.

"Shit it's OK. Hopper. Daniels. Powell Joyce I don't care who he's here we need help. Now!" Gareth shouts down the walkie.

"Were on our way!" Hopper shouts back down the walkie. You feel numb. You feel sick. But in your state you remember a important point.

"Tell them to check his pulse." You whisper loud enough for Gareth to hear.

"Shit yeah your a genius." Gareth says running over to the others. Time feels slow. But then doug shouts. "He's got a pulse oh thank fuck!"

You let out a breath you didn't even realise you was holding in. Moments later you hear sirens and your dad's vehicle pulls up abruptly along with Powell and daniels in another police car and an ambulance. The three boys get out the bus and tell hopper he has a pulse.

You slowly walk over to Gareth, doug and Jeff. You all stand there not knowing what to do. Two paramedics dealing with Eddie. Before you can speak to your dad Joyce pulls up with Wayne instead of Jonathan. Wayne jumps out of the car and jogs over to hopper to get him to fill him in.

Joyce walks over and hugs you. She just holds you. You don't cry at first. Until the paramedics bring Eddie out of the bus. That's when you broke. The first time you'd seen him in nearly a week. Worried sick. And he's unconscious being wheeled into an ambulance.

Wayne jumps in the ambulance and hopper is due to escort them so they can get there faster to evaluate him better. "Get in." Hopper says to you opening the passenger door. You nod and get in strapping your seat belt before hopper pulls away.

"Hold on kid." HE says driving to the hospital.

-

The waiting room was hell. You was sat next to hopper. Then Wayne came walking out looking relieved. "He's awake. Has been for 30 minutes. He went on a bender. He failed school again. Instead of talking to someone he ran away cause he didn't wanna get an earful." Wayne explains to you and your dad.

You wipe your eyes. Your not sure if there happy tears cause he's here, he's alive and he's talking. Or sad because he felt like he couldn't talk to you and did that to himself.

"But I told him y/ns out here and he told me if I don't come get ya he's gonna walk out here n see you himself." Wayne chuckles. Hopper does too and shakes his head. You nod and stand up. You look to your dad and he gives you a nod.

You walk down the hall and get to the room they put Eddie in. "I'll give you two some alone time." Wayne says walking back off. You open the door and walk in eye going straight to Eddie. He's laying on the bed. Machines beeping. He looks exhausted. But he smiles as he sees you.

"Hey baby." HE says weakly. You step in more and close the door. You take a breath in walking over to him. You run a hand through Eddie's hair. Your eyes water. He's here. He's safe. "Take it Wayne told you what happend." HE says. You nod.

He reaches up slowly and takes your hand. You hold his back as a tear runs down your cheek. "Never do that again. I was so fucking scared." You choke a cry saying to him. He nods and kisses your hand.

"I promise." HE says weakly letting your hand go to wrap his pinky around yours kissing it. You laugh slightly when he does this.

"I'm here OK. I don't care you failed. Nor does Wayne. Hell nor does my dad. Next year will be your year ok. I'll help you study extra hard. You can steal my old notes I don't care. Please just never do that again. I thought I fucking lost you." You say as tears run down your face.

He pulls you on top of him and holds you. He kisses your head ans just holds you. Eventually you stop crying. Your laying on the bed next to Eddie. His arm around you, your head on his chest. "I love you." HE mumbles.

"I love you too dumbass." You says back holding his hand.

"I love you more though Eddie." Gareth makes kissing noise from the door. Eddie looks over to see Gareth, doug and Jeff and rolls his eyes.

"Hello to you to." HE says. You attempt to sit up but Eddie holds you down.

"Dude we thought you was fucking dead." Jeff says throwing himself in the chair.

"Yeah we thought we found your body." Doug chimes in leaning on the wall.

"Good news I'm not." Eddie laughs kissing your head.

"You look like shit." Gareth says.

"Thanks man." Eddie rolls his eyes saying.

-

A week goes by when they finally release Eddie. Wayne picks him up from the hospital and brings him to the trailer. As they pull into the drive way you stand from the seats on the porch and walk over to Eddie who's walking towards the front door. He pulls you into his side wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

He's straight in the shower. You grab him a towel and fresh clothes. Eddie flops on his bed nearly loosing his towel. "I missed my bed." HE says laying in his back.

He slips on his boxers and throws the other items of clothing on the floor climbing into his bed. He flings the covers open next to him letting the spot. You take off your bra and jeans climbing in bed with Eddie. He holds you close and kisses you.

"Sorry for scaring you." HE mumbles.

"I'll forgive you. But babe?" You answer and he nods.

"You can talk to me. It can stay between me and you no one else. You don't need to run you've got me." You say kissing him.

"I love you." HE replies nuzzling his face in your neck.

"I love you too. 86. Its your year." You says kissing his head as he nods.

-

And was you right about 86. He graduated finally. A year after you. But he did it. He gave the teachers on stage the middle finger running off the stage kissing you deeply. You held eachother and told him how proud you was.

A week later the both of you attended prom. Hand in hand you walked in. Granted you graduated a year before. And neither of you wanted to be there. But this was the last chance to really piss off the jocks, cheerleaders and teachers. You wore a long flowy black and red dress.

Eddie wore suit pants and shirt but his leather jacket instead of a proper jacket. You took pictures you gave jason the middle finger as you held eachother close. And Eddie slow danced with you.

You sat in the van after and looked at him. "You did it." You smiles taking his hand.

"I fucking did it." HE smiles back.

"I wouldn't have done it without you by the way thank you for everything." HE says kissing you.

"Don't need to thank me. I love you." You smiles kissing his neck.

"I love you more." Eddie smirks. You pout and kiss him again.

Just like any good prom night it ended in sex. Just in the back of Eddie's can by the lake. You layed naked under the covers holding eachother close.

Then there's a bang on the side of the van. Eddie peaks out the window to see a very angry looking hopper. He opens the back door. So you can keep the both of you covered.

"Seriously." Is all he says shaking his head. He lectures you both before walking off. Eddie smirks and kisses you smirking. "I made 86 baby." HE smirks. You nod and kiss him back.

He lays back on his back pulling you into his side. "Best night ever." HE smiles. You smile up at him and kiss him again. "Y"know." You says tapping his chest. He hums in response.

"I could definitely go again..." You smirk. Eddie head shoots up and he smiles kissing you and laying himself between your legs.

"We we're right 86 is definitely my year... wait scratch that." HE says and you look at him confused and he kisses you again.

"It's our year." HE kisses you again before marking you up and making you feel good.

He was definitely. 86 was definitely you twos year.

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Best Gift Ever, Lando Norris

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“Alright bud, give daddy your hand until we’re inside…”

“But daddy, we’re home!” he whimpered, rolling his eyes at his father, “we’re in the gar-gage.”

“Garage, bud…and I know!” he said quickly, “but you know how mummy reacts if you aren’t holding my hand, even in the garage…the door’s not shut yet!”

“But daddy we can’t go in yet!  We have to get mummy another giff!” Landon, the carbon-copy version of the young driver explained to his father as he tugged on the leg of his sweats, attempting to pull him back to the car to go back out to the shops, “mummy needs giffs on love day!  WE HAVE TO go back out!”

“And I’m telling you, Landon, we’ve already got mummy a lot of gifts,” Lando chuckled as he held up the armful of bags that were for his long-time girlfriend, almost all of which his son had been meticulous in picking out for her, “your mum will be happy, I promise!”

The four-year-old huffed as he shook his head, his own curls bouncing as he shook it, “no daddy…is not enough!  Gotta really surprise her!  Mummy loves being surprised!”

“Trust me, bub…I think I’ll be plenty surprised!” you offered as your boyfriend struggled to open the door.  You leaned against the frame and pressed the button that would close the garage door.  Your boyfriend gave you a solemn look; one that reminded you of when you would catch him trying to sneak a cookie off for him and his son before dinner, “Lando…thought you were taking Landon to Carlos’ villa to see him for the day!  Landon…did you see Uncle Carlos?”

“You were supposed to be out at the spa with Kelly and P…” Lando said quickly, in hopes that you wouldn’t question his son.  But Landon was quick with his response.

“No mummy, we were buying you giffs!”

“Oh is that so?” you teased, looking to your boyfriend, “I would have never guessed.  And what did you and daddy get me?  Hmm?”

“Landon, go get changed, bud, yeah?  Mummy’s gonna help me with the presents!”

Landon’s eyes widened, and he bolted inside, “I’mma get changed mummy!  DON’T OPEN PRESENTS WITHOUT ME!”

You giggled as you heard your son padding up the stairs, no doubt to change out of the outfit he was matching his father in, and into something more comfortable like his pjs so he could lounge about, “smart of you to send him off before he could spoil all of your efforts.”

“What about Kelly and P?” he repeated, hoping to change the subject.

“P cried when she had to leave Max’s side…P’s become quite attached to Max…and well, you know Kelly,” you frowned, reminding your boyfriend with a look how you felt about his girlfriend lately, “Kelly wanted to complain about how Max hasn’t proposed yet…”

Lando rolled his eyes as your shared son ran back down stairs missing his pants, and halfway into his onesie, “Bud…what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want mummy to start,” he said quickly, latching onto Lando so that he could slide his legs into it, “mummy didn’t start, right?”

“I didn’t, baby…want to let go of daddy and give me a hug though?” you asked, “I missed my baby bear all day!”

Landon grinned and let go of his father’s hand, before running up to your side, immediately hugging your bare thigh.  His head hit the hem of your shorts and the bottom of your hoodie and you laughed, throwing the hood up over his head.  Your golden retriever padded excitedly behind you and Landon’s attention quickly went to the puppy that you both agreed to get your son for his birthday.

“MICK!”

“Be nice to Mclaren!” Lando reminded his son, “Gentle hands, bud…he’s still a pup.”

“Do you need help with your shopping spree, Mr. Norris?”

Lando tried to keep his own amused expression off his face as you hid your own behind the sleeve of your hoodie.

“No thank you…they’re for a very special someone on Valentine’s Day…and she doesn’t need to see what I picked out for her until they’re wrapped…”

“What you picked out…or what Landon picked out?”

“There are some bags from me in there…that I…had preordered to be picked up…”

“Gifts that our son shouldn’t see?”

“Gifts that might aid in you letting me recreate your favorite gift of all…”Lando smirked sneakily as he dropped the bags by the door and stalked up to his girlfriend, sliding his arms around her waist.”

“Oh, and what gift was that?” you teased.

His eyes sparkled, “the one that I gave you almost five years ago…the one toddling around, chasing after the dog that he begged for…”

“Oh?” you teased, “you mean the gift that managed to trick you into buying him a puppy a whole month before his birthday?”

Lando smiled, and your son mirrored his reaction as he looked up at you as well, “mummy, daddy…what are you two talking about?”

“And you think that you want to recreate that gift?” you teased, giving your boyfriend another glance.

He nodded, his lips coming closer until they grazed yours.  Your eyes closed ever so slightly as you leaned towards your boyfriend, closing the distance.  He deepened the kiss in an instant, holding you impossibly close.  And then he pulled away.

“This time though…I want a carbon copy of you…” he told you softly, “I want us to have a little girl, love…one that’s got me wrapped around her little finger just as much as I am wrapped around yours!”