#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.

[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."

[wildehacked]

im in the mood for hugs apparently. so "just really needed a hug sort of hug" for buddie :)

This is both true to the spirit of the prompt and a little dark, sorry. CW for grief, canon-typical death and violence. Classic h/c shit. * It’s Buck’s Kelly day, so Eddie’s partnered with Ravi when they get called out to the goriest scene they’ve been to in a while. Overworked Amazon driver fell asleep at the wheel; the van crashed through the front window of a Starbucks during the eight am before work rush. It’s awful, grinding, bloody work; Eddie digs the driver out of the wreck, and she has a concussion but she’s otherwise fine. He has to hold her back when she realizes what she’s done and starts screaming. He sends her to the hospital where the cops will be waiting for her, even though her shift manager’s the one they should arrest, and then he helps Chim bag a woman who went under the wheels, DOA. She’s white, brunette with bangs, and for a second Eddie’s heart seizes. He blinks again and his heart resumes its regular rhythm. 

Cap takes them offline so they can decontaminate—they all got coated in various bodily fluids on that one—and of course after Eddie’s showered and changed and filled out paperwork, he gets a call from his mom. 

Less said about that, the better. He has a pulsing headache for most of the afternoon. They go on two false alarm medical calls, transport a man with a broken ankle to the ER, and Eddie gets an email from Chris’s school letting him know that Chris got a D- on his big English paper, and that he’ll need to revise if he wants to pass the class. That’s gonna be a fun conversation. Eddie swallows three ibuprofen with a cup of cold coffee, ignoring Hen’s wince. So what if he’s giving himself an ulcer.

Bobby makes comfort food for dinner, because they all need it after the awful morning—spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, iceberg lettuce salad. Eddie eats, but his head’s still going, so the comfort’s a little sparse. 

He tries to call Chris after dinner, but Chris doesn’t pick up. Eddie gets a text a few minutes later that reads hey were in a movie rn, and Eddie writes back okay mijo just checking in. love you, which Chris thumbs up. They get called out to the beach for a dog bite; Eddie chases after the dog in question, but can’t catch him. He does almost wipe out on the boardwalk, though. The night is just on the edge of too cool, not quite summer-perfect, but the moon is full and yellow over the ocean. Chim makes a crack about the full moon crazies, and Eddie rolls his eyes and twists to give Buck shit about it too, but of course Buck’s still not there. 

You been in a mood all day, Hen says, nudging Eddie’s boot with her boot when they’re back in the rig. You good? 

I’m good, Eddie says, just thinking about this morning, and everyone’s faces go somber as they agree. And it was a rough morning. But Eddie’s going to hell, because that’s not what he’s thinking about, not really. 

It’s March 23rd. He could say that out loud, could remind everyone of the date, and no one would know why it matters. Because it doesn’t, to anyone else on the planet. They go check out an apartment building where someone burnt falafel. The problem apartment’s on the fifth floor with no elevator. Eddie’s phone pings as he’s putting the industrial fans back in the rig; it’s a text from Buck, a picture of him and Chris and Chris’s friend Dylan in front of three enormous burgers, looks like Islands. There isn’t really any reason for that to make Eddie’s chest go tight and aching, but there you go. He taps a heart onto it. 

Saved you some fries, Buck sends, like it’s possible to save fries from Islands and have them still be edible the next day.  Guess you didn’t see the email from the school, Eddie sends back, because seriously, Islands and a movie after a D-? 🍔💪📝🚨is what Buck writes back, which Eddie basically takes to mean: I have a strategy in place. He catches a few hours of sleep. The alarm wakes him from a dream about Shannon and Buck. The two of them were the leads in the school play, because Eddie was back in high school, and he was supposed to be in the play too, but he forgot his lines. Eddie, relax, Shannon said, smiling at Buck, who had his hand wrapped around her waist like he was her husband, not Eddie. We got this. 

It’s a late night medical call at a memory care home; not much for him and Ravi to do, just playing support to Hen and Chim. He checks his phone, and there’s another text from Buck that came in while he slept: Chris and Dylan studying at the kitchen table, English books cracked open, Chris laughing at something Dylan said. It’s a live photo, so there’s even a couple seconds of Chris laughing in there, high pitched and silly. Eddie hearts it. 

When they get back to the firehouse, the sun is rising, and it’s no longer Shannon’s birthday. Eddie should be relieved, but he just feels drained. She’d be thirty-four. No one warned him about this part—how every year you look back at the pictures and she just looks like more of a baby. 

Cap claps him on the shoulder when he’s heading out to his truck, like he knows, even though there’s no way he could possibly know. 

Eddie gets through morning traffic okay. He parks the truck, lets himself in. The house is pretty quiet, which means Chris is still asleep (typical teen.) Buck’s in the kitchen, doing last night’s dishes. He’s got rubber dish gloves on, and he gives Eddie a distracted smile over his shoulder as he comes in. Hey, he says. 

Hey, Eddie says, and instead of any of the sane things he could say after that, like—how was your day yesterday, or is there coffee yet, or I think I’m gonna pass out for a few hours, he just steps in close, wraps his arms around Buck’s waist, and buries his face in Buck’s shoulder. Safe, familiar Buck smell in his nostrils. Solid Buck body in his arms, warm and pulsing with breath and heartbeat. Eddie exhales. 

Buck turns off the faucet. He pulls off one rubber glove, then gives up on the other one and twists around in Eddie’s arms—Eddie participates reluctantly—until they’re front to front, and he can hug Eddie back. That is better, Buck fitting perfectly into him, holding him the same way Eddie is holding him. Eddie tilts his face into Buck’s neck, and Buck uses the hand that isn’t wearing a soapy dish glove to stroke over his hair. It feels good. 

Bad shift? Buck murmurs, and Eddie doesn’t answer, frowning into Buck’s skin. Buck hums against his temple. That’s okay, he says anyway, soft and mindless. I got you, Eddie, I got you. 

Eddie keeps breathing Buck in, keeps hanging on. Buck forgets about the rubber glove, and a wet soapy hand comes to rest over Eddie’s right scapula. A burst of fondness punctures the wall of relief. 

Thanks, Eddie says finally, not letting him go yet, but trying to persuade himself that he’s going to. 

Buck kisses his forehead. Anytime, he says, then uses his one normal hand and his other soapy hand to tilt Eddie up into a real kiss. 

Eddie lets it happen, closing his eyes. He’s thirty-four. He was married for eight years; Shannon’s been gone for almost eight again. He has the best kid in the world; he has Buck, he has a meaningful job he’s grateful to still love. His best friend is dead, and he misses her. His best friend is kissing him right now, his heart beating fast and steady right against Eddie’s, and Eddie doesn’t have to miss him yet. 

You taste like spaghetti, Buck murmurs dreamily into his mouth, and Eddie bursts out laughing, finally relaxes his death grip on Buck’s ribs. Guess I forgot to brush my teeth last night, sorry. Bobby made spaghetti? Buck says indignantly, like he was deliberately left out, and tries to lick the taste back out of Eddie’s mouth, which doesn’t work perfectly, because Eddie’s still laughing. 

[paucubarsisimp]

sick days

pairing: poly!max verstappen x kelly piquet x reader

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

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[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.”

[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!!🩷

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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 undress 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)

[astraljedi]

Be a Good Girl, What’s My Name? (Tommy Miller)

Summary: You’ve been calling him “Timmy” for weeks to just rile him up. But Tommy’s done playing—he’s going to make you say scream his name.

Pairing: Tommy Miller x Reader

Warnings: Smut without plot, edging, teasing, cursing, unprotected sex, P in V, fingering and some oral. Possessive and jealous Tommy.

Word Count: 2.4K

Songs: Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson/Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet

A/N: Decided to write something for fun, dirty and short while finishing the other fics I'm working on. This is for all my Tommy Miller babes, Enjoy! 🤪😈

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The low chatter of the Tipsy Bison crowd blends with the hum of the music box tucked in the corner, an old and classic tune drifting through the golden sunlit bar. I polish glassware beneath the warm rays, getting everything ready before the evening rush rolls in—when the afternoon patrol finishes up and fills the bar after a long shift.

My midnight patrol shift was boring as hell, a punishment from Tommy after I called him Timmy non stop during our last shift together. Yesterday, he’d switched my spot at the last minute, right as I was locking up here after a long busy night. Barely three hours of sleep before I had to change into my gear and haul myself down to the stables. 

Fuck you, Timmy.

The heavy wooden door creaks open, loud voices filling the bar. I don’t need to turn around to know the scrape of that barstool behind me is him. No one else drags it out like that. 

He taps a finger on the counter—slow and demanding. He’s waiting for me to turn around and give him attention. But I’m in no rush. These glasses? They suddenly look a little messy and unorganized. I reach up, stacking a few neatly on the shelf. The rag slips from my hand, landing on the floor, and I bend to pick it up, taking my time. 

Over my shoulder, I catch his eyes trailing up the length of my bare legs, lingering at my hips, my tight denim shorts hugging every curve. I toss the rag into my back pocket and finally face him, elbows on the counter as I lean in.

“Evenin’, Timmy,” I smirk, resting my chin on my hand. 

Let the game begin.

He rolls his eyes, arms folding across his chest like he’s holding back. “You enjoy pissing me off?”

“I do,” I hum, pulling back and turning again toward the shelves. I reach for a clean glass, making sure to grab the one on the highest shelf, giving him a reason to keep watching. Then I pour a generous amount of the whiskey I know he likes—probably more than I’m technically allowed to. 

I can be generous, when I want to.

I slide the glass toward him across the counter, my grin tugging wider. “Just how you like it, Timmy.”

Tommy closes his eyes, inhaling like he’s trying real hard not to play in my scheming. “You keep pushin’ with this little game you like playing, it’s gonna catch up to you.”

“I like our little game of cat and mouse,” I whisper, leaning just a bit closer, just enough.

“As much as your midnight patrol?” He downs the whiskey in one gulp, not even flinching. I shoot him a glare and snatch the glass from his hands before he can finish lowering it from his smirking lips. 

“At least Jessie knows how to shut me up on patrols.” I refill his glass, though with less this time. No reward, not yet. He clenches his jaw as he grabs it from me, eyes dark and sharp.

He doesn’t say anything else, falling quiet and letting me take the win, for now. I toss him a wink and walk away to serve another customer—Jessie, parked at the far end of the bar. I pour his drink and laugh when he tosses me a terrible joke.

Behind me, the slam of a glass against wood cuts through the music and chatter. Tommy’s still in his seat, but barely. His eyes catch mine, his stare is dark and unreadable, fists clenched at his sides before he stands.

No one else in the bar seems to notice, or maybe they’re just doing a real good job pretending they don’t. Like the heat between us isn’t filling the bar, making it feel small and stuffy. 

He walks out without a word. But even after the door swings shut behind him, my eyes stay there, burning into the spot where he stood, waiting for him to come back.

It’s almost midnight when I flip the closed sign on the front window, shutting the door behind me as the last group of customers stumble out of the bar. I straighten the chairs, clean up the couple of beer bottles on the booth, and get started on the rest of the night’s chores—alone.

I don’t turn off the music, letting it echo in the empty space, like it’s keeping me company. While I wash the dirty glasses, Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson fills the calm and empty bar. I sing along and sway my hips to the chorus, stacking the clean glasses onto the drying rack.

“Surprise, it's time to feel what's real, what happened to Miss Independent?” I belt out, lost in it—until the sound of the door slamming shut makes me jump. 

A lock clicks behind me. 

My hand darts for the knife on the counter, but before I can even turn around, I’m pinned against the bar and the blade clinks to the ground. Strong, rough hands grip mine behind my back, holding me still.

I know those hands.

Tommy.

“Something you need, Timmy?” I raise my chin, even as our bodies stay pressed together.

“You like pushin’ me over the edge. Calling me the wrong name. Flirting with these boys right in front of me. Now,” he murmurs, “it’s my turn to play with you.”

He brings a hand up, knuckles brushing my cheek. His nose grazes the skin of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. 

A growl vibrates against my skin.

“I’m gonna mark you, leave you smelling like me. Let these boys know you’re mine.”

I bite my tongue, trying to stay composed, but my body betrays me. I squeeze my thighs together—my underwear is already soaked.

“I’ve got a new game. You do what I say, and I’ll let you come.”

His hand trails from my cheek down to my waistband. The button of my shorts pops open with ease, and then his hand slips beneath my underwear.

“You gonna stop me?” His lips hover just over mine, eyes locked with mine like he's asking for permission. His hand doesn’t move and I need him to.

I shake my head. I don’t trust my voice.

“I need your words, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop. Please.” I gasp as his fingers slide in with ease, finding my clit and teasing mercilessly.

“All this for me?” he taunts, pinching gently. I try to grind against his hand, but his other one keeps me firmly in place.

He moves fast, circling my clit until my chest is heaving. One of his fingers presses at my entrance, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Not yet.

“What’s my name?” he asks, slowing the rhythm just enough to make me ache.

“Timmy,” I choke out, a smug smirk curling my lips. 

I love this game.

He growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it back. “That’s not my name, darlin’. Try again.”

His hand leaves my hair only to tug my tank top down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. His lips find one of my nipples and suck it into his mouth, tongue swirling, teasing, pulling. I arch against him, my hand flying to the back of his head.

Then he slides a finger into me, and my moan is ragged. It’s not enough—I need more. He gives the other nipple the same attention, and when I glance down, his dark eyes are staring up at me. The sight alone makes my walls clench.

“Tomm—” I start, but bite it off before I give him the satisfaction.

“I know you want to say it,” he purrs against my chest, adding a second finger and pressing his thumb to my clit. The rhythm speeds up again, and I’m shaking, the coil building so tight I can hardly breathe.

“What’s my name, baby girl?” he groans, kissing my jaw as his fingers work me closer and closer.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, my hips bucking, but just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls his thumb away from my clit. He holds me there, whining at the loss of sensation.

Tommy brushes his thumb over it again—just once—and my body arches.

I grab his face, pull him close. My lips graze his as I whisper with a cocky grin, “Timmy Miller.”

He snarls and pulls his fingers out, leaving me trembling and empty. He steps back, leans against the opposite counter, and sucks my wetness from his fingers.

“Don’t want to play anymore, darlin’?” he teases, smirking. “Want to taste yourself?”

I nod, breathless. He pulls me in, and I crash against his chest. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me into a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slips between my lips, tasting myself on his tongue.

His knee slips between my thighs, forcing them apart. I grind down on his jean-covered thigh, the friction almost enough to undo me again. My hands cling to his shoulders, desperate for his touch, for anything he offers.

“Say my name,” he murmurs, lips brushing my neck, “and I’ll give you what you need.”

But I’m stubborn. I don’t want to give him the win. “Let me think about it,” I whisper, tugging at his hair as his teeth nip my neck.

“Such a little brat,” he mutters, stilling my hips and lowering his leg, making me whine from the loss.

His other hand reaches for his belt, unbuckling, lowering his jeans. He pulls out his cock—thick, already leaking at the tip—and I lick my lips at the sight.

“Bad girls don’t get to suck me off,” he growls. “You just stand there, lookin’ pretty, and think about what I asked you.”

The hand on the back of my head lowers me down to his waist and holds his cock near my mouth. “Spit.”

I obey. He spreads it down his shaft, mixing it with his precum. He pulls me back up and makes me watch him stroke himself. His other hand grabs my hip, pulling me closer to his side. 

My walls clench around nothing. I need him—inside me, stretching me, filling me to the hilt.

“Please,” I breathe. “I need you. Fill me with your cock.”

Tommy switches places with me, pressing my back to the bar. He kneels and yanks my tight shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I step out of them and he tosses them aside. My palms press behind me on the counter, steadying myself.

He kisses up my thighs, hands spreading me wider. His nose brushes my swollen folds.

“You’re soaking, sweetheart.”

Then his tongue flattens against me. One long, slow lick that has me buckling my knees. His hands hold me firmly, keeping my hip still, lapping and teasing until I can barely breathe.

“Only for you,” I gasp.

He chuckles, the vibration making me shudder.

Just when I’m about to fall apart, he pulls back and presses against me. His cock rubs through my wetness, teasing the entrance, and then—slowly—he pushes inside.

“This is my pussy,” he growls. “Not for boys like Jessie. This is for a real man to handle.”

I gasp, clinging to his biceps as he lifts one of my legs to his waist. He pushes deeper. His forehead rests against mine, eyes shut tight while I adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” I whimper, trying to move my hips, but his grip on my waist has me pinned. He sets the pace—slow and in control, like he likes it.

“You’re gonna take what I give you,” he growls. “If you want more, you know what to say.”

I shake my head, tears gathering on the edge of my eyes. 

It’s too good. I need more, harder, faster.

Tommy pulls back, leaving only the tip in. “Say my name, say it baby, and it’s yours.” One hand slides between us, circling my clit again.

It’s too much. Too slow. Too hot. He bites my chest, sucking marks into my skin.

My hair clings to my damp neck and my head spins.

“Be a good girl. What’s my name?” he pants, pulling his fingers away.

“Tommy!” I finally cry, and he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt.

“Tommy—Tommy,” I chant, my voice wrecked as he gives me everything I’ve been begging—needing. He thrusts hard and deep, finding that perfect spot with every snap of his hips.

“Is this what you needed?” he grins. “To fuck the brat outta you?”

I answer with a kiss—sloppy and messy, needing him even closer than he already is. My other leg wraps around him, and I meet every thrust with my own.

The coil that has been building up tightens and tightens. It’s unbearable. 

Sweat clings on my forehead and chest, my moans coming out needier and louder. Tommy knows I’m close, feeling my walls clench around him and my own thrust growing sloppier. 

“Please, Tommy,” I sob. “Harder.”

“I got you. Let go for me.” His voice is strained, raw. He reaches down again, rubbing my clit as his thrusts grow more frantic.

“Eyes on me, darlin’,” he groans. His forehead touches mine and I look into his eyes, and then It snaps.

The orgasm tears through me like fire.

Tommy follows, cursing and chanting my name, jerking inside me as he comes. His hand cups my face and pulls me into a breathless kiss, his cock still pulsing deep inside.

I don’t even notice the music stop, the sound of our breathing and our hearts panting filling the empty bar. Tommy is still inside me, looking deep into my eyes as he pulls a few wet strands of hair away from my face. 

“Still wanna call me Timmy?” His voice is hoarse, and smug.

“If it gets me this kind of fucking, I’ll do it again.” I laugh, my body still trembling. “Worth it.”

He pulls out slowly, and I wince at the loss. Feeling sticky and empty. He dips his fingers between my thighs, scoops up our combined mess, and brings it to my lips. I moan around his fingers, sucking them clean.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m taking you home.” He tucks himself away, buckling his jeans. Tommy helps me into mine, leading my shaking legs into my own shorts.

We finish cleaning the counters, stacking the last glasses on the shelves. And when we’re done, he closes the bar door behind me, one arm tight around my waist, keeping me close.

“Does this mean I don’t have to do midnight patrols anymore?” I ask, hopeful.

Tommy smirks. “Let me think about it.”

[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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[rainbow-rebellion]

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.”

[pedriache]

Made to fall in love — Jak Crawford.

Pairing: Jak Crawford x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Jak had been best friends since you were kids, since your mothers were as well. They would always joke how you two were “made to fall in love” and it seems now, that maybe they were right all along.

Word count: 1k+

Disclaimer/s: all fluff ^_^

A/N: This is for my baef!!! since we are both devastated by the max/kelly news. free him of her groomer shackles PLEASE? this is so badook idk what i was doing but like.. hope u liked it munchkin…

Jak was back in the states, even if only for the week, that was all you needed. Miami, Florida was disgustingly hot—not that you weren’t used to the heat; North Carolina could be just as bad.

He’d pleaded with you to visit, to come see him since you rarely got time away from college to visit him in Europe. The pleading wasn’t even necessary, you’d already boughten a ticket the second he told you he was coming to the States.

The thing you missed most about your best friend were his hugs. They were full of warmth and affection—what most would describe as a ‘bear hug’. He was just an affection person, the only one you seemed to put aside your hatred for.

Even now, as the two of you walked from the uber toward the restaurant, his arm was slung around your shoulders casually. He was smiling, laughing at something his friend, Ollie, had told him.

Your heart stuttered at the sound which seemed to drown out every other noise the loud city provided. Taking a long breath, ridding yourself of the feelings that came without welcome, you look up at the teen.

“You are such.. boy’s.” You grimace, but your tone held a clear sense of amusement.

Jak’s head tilts down, offering you a gummy smile. “What? It’s hilarious!” He feigns offense, his eyebrows furrowing, as if he wasn’t giving you the most adorable smile.

Rolling your eyes, you lean into him, nudging your shoulder into his side. Jak wasn’t all that tall, but he was most certainly taller than you—which he relentlessly made fun of you for.

“Funny my ass.” You shake your head, though your lips were still holding a small smile.

Jak opens the door, his arm leaving your shoulders as he motions for you to enter. “Ladies first.” He says in the upmost gentleman-like way. Your face contorts, but you don’t say anything snarky like you usually would’ve. Instead, you step inside, relishing in the cool air that brushes your skin. A nice relief to the summers sun.

Jak trailed behind you, eventually catching up, easing his arm back around your shoulders casually. “Reservation for Crawford?” He speaks to the waiter, who’d looked up expectantly.

Nodding, He leads the two of you to your seat, a small, two-person table near the back. It was quiet, thankfully, only an old couple a few tables away and a group of four on the other side of the room. Once the waiter took your drink orders, he left, leaving you two alone.

“How’d you even find this place?” You quirk an eyebrow, settling into the wooden seat.

Reaching for a menu, Jak shrugs. “Found it online, figured you’d like it.”

Your heart warmed at that, and you couldn’t help but ask, “why? I’ve never heard of this restaurant before.”

The curly haired boy’s eyes flicker up to yours, “I just know you.” A short, non-answer-answer. You could roll your eyes, but you don’t. In a way, that was enough. Jak knew you from the inside out, so why question it?

“Okay, loser.” You chuckle, reaching for your own menu. The options ranged from tacos to hamburgers, seemingly full of everything. Eventually, you decide on an option and set it aside. “So, how’s everything?”

Jak, too, sets his aside, giving you his full attention. “Good! I miss you—all the time, but other than that dreadfulness, it’s alright.”

Your throat closes, tightening and strangling. You never thought you’d fall so hard for him—for your best friend, but here you were and it was his fault. Why was he so perfect? Why did he always have to say the right things?

Your name coming out in a short whisper off his lips, had your eyes blinking, bringing you back to reality. “Sorry—uhm, I miss you, too. All the time.”

The boy’s eyes flicker across your face, searching for something you couldn’t pinpoint. “You should take a gap year, come stay with me.” He’d pondered asking you for a while now, but every time he got the nerve, it vanished. So, now, with his heart stammering in his chest and his eyes hopeful, he’d finally just spit it out.

You were surprised at first, the confused, then.. “Huh?”

Regret, immediate regret flashed across his face. “Not—i’m not like—I—“ Smooth, Jak. Real smooth.

“That wasn’t a no!” You say quickly, hands nervously occupying themselves on your glass of water. “Just.. wondering where that came from, that’s all.”

Jak’s shoulders relaxed and he took a breath before speaking, “I just.. I hate being away from you. I want you to be with me—“ His eyes widen for a moment, but he realized there’s no reason to hide. If he was asking you to take a year off, he had to tell the truth. “I want you to be with me. It’s killing me that you’re so far away.”

When your lips turn upwards into a soft smile, Jak felt his heart explode. “My parents would flip. But.. I can see. I can talk to them.” Your hands drop from the glass, reaching for your napkin to wipe the them of condensation.

“Really?” His eyes grow big and hopeful, and you couldn’t stop the love growing in your eyes at the sight.

“Yeah, really.”

“I’ll take you to the Eiffel tower.” He’s brain was moving a million miles per second, hundreds of ideas flashing through his mind. “There’s a pastry shop you’d adore, it’s pink and has stray cats outside of it every day. We could stop there on the way—“

Your mouth twitches, “that sounds a little too much like a date.” You tease, head tilting to the side as you watch his cheeks flush a crimson red.

“Well—“ He begins to stumble over his words before landing on, “maybe it will be.”

The sincerity in his tone made you want to physically combust with a dozen different feelings—all good, of course.

“That sounds perfect.” You reply simply, your smile mirroring the one of Jak’s.

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[sinkjustlikeastone]

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

[sevasey51]

Hi Darling, can you possibly write a work night after work? Like them leaving the hospital and maybe either going to mollys or going home? Thank you honey for writing it if you have time 🥺 take care

Unwinding After the Chaos

Summary: After a long shift at Chicago Med, Connor and Y/N head to Molly’s to unwind and relax. They meet up with Y/N’s brothers, Will and Jay, as well as Connor’s brother Kelly and his husband Matt. The night is filled with laughter, love, and family bonding, offering a much-needed escape from the chaos of the hospital. It’s a reminder of the importance of family, connection, and taking time to enjoy the moments that truly matter.

The evening had finally wound down at Chicago Med. The hectic pace of the trauma unit had left everyone on edge, but with the last patient settled and paperwork finally completed, it was time for Connor Rhodes and his wife, Y/N, to call it a night. After another chaotic shift, there was only one thing on their minds: unwinding.

As they walked out of the hospital, the cool air of the evening greeted them like a welcome relief. Y/N, still in her scrubs, had her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced over at Connor, who was already heading for the parking lot with that familiar confident stride.

“Long day,” she muttered, rubbing her neck, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Tell me about it,” Connor agreed with a tired chuckle. “But you know what? Molly’s is still open. How about we grab a drink, unwind a little? We both need a break.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, a playful glint in her eye. “Molly’s? That’s your solution?”

Connor nodded. “You’ve been working non-stop, and I’ve had my fair share of crazy cases. Plus, it’ll be nice to see the guys. You can catch up with Will and Jay, and I can spend some time with Kelly and Matt.”

Y/N’s face softened at the thought. The idea of seeing her brothers was always a comforting one. The bond she shared with Will and Jay ran deep, and though they were often busy, moments like these—where they could just be themselves outside of the hospital—were a rare treat. And for Connor, it was always good to spend time with his family. Kelly and Matt had become a rock for him after years of close camaraderie, especially after everything that had happened.

The drive to Molly’s was quick, and as they entered the bar, the familiar warmth of the place enveloped them. The low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the subtle buzz of laughter greeted them. Connor immediately spotted his brother Kelly at the bar, chatting with Matt, while across the room, Y/N caught sight of Will and Jay.

“Looks like everyone’s here,” Connor said, taking Y/N’s hand as they made their way toward the group.

“Perfect timing,” Y/N replied with a smile, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the company of family.

As they walked over to the bar, Kelly waved them over, his face lighting up as soon as he saw them. “Hey, you two! You survived another shift?”

“Barely,” Connor replied, smiling as he leaned in to give Kelly a quick hug before doing the same with Matt. “We definitely need a drink. Rough day.”

Matt chuckled. “I think everyone here can relate. But I’m glad you two are here. It’s been way too long since we all hung out.”

Y/N slid into the booth next to Will, her heart warming at the sight of her brothers. “You know, I think I’m just happy to sit down right now,” she admitted with a light laugh. “I feel like I’ve been running around all day.”

Will grinned, nudging her playfully. “Tell me about it. You’ve been busy at work, huh?”

“I swear, every time I walk into that hospital, it’s like I’m running a marathon. But I survived, just like everyone else.”

Jay, who had been sitting beside Will, leaned back in his chair, smirking. “As long as you’re not saving lives at the bar, I think you’ll be okay for the night.”

Connor joined in with a laugh, grabbing a drink from the bartender and handing it to Y/N. “We’re definitely not saving anyone right now. Just here to relax and catch up.”

The conversation flowed easily as they all settled in, enjoying each other’s company. Connor and Kelly discussed a few cases they had worked on recently, while Matt joined in with a few jokes, keeping the mood light. Y/N, Will, and Jay talked about everything from family matters to funny stories from their childhood, sharing the kind of laughter that only siblings could understand.

As the night went on, Connor felt a rare sense of peace. The pressure of the hospital, the high-stakes surgeries, and the endless stream of patients had taken its toll, but this was the perfect escape. Surrounded by the people he loved, he could finally breathe.

Y/N leaned against him, her tired eyes softening as she glanced around at her brothers and their families. It was moments like these that reminded her of the importance of balance. It was easy to get swept up in the chaos of their demanding jobs, but being surrounded by loved ones always helped bring her back down to earth.

As the night began to wind down, Kelly stood up, raising his glass. “Alright, guys. Before we all pass out from exhaustion, let’s make a toast to surviving another day at the hospital and at the firehouse, to family, and to the fact that we all still manage to keep our sanity.”

“Cheers to that,” Y/N echoed, raising her glass with a grin.

The clink of glasses was followed by a round of laughter, the sound of family and friendship filling the air.

It was late by the time they all said their goodbyes, with promises to get together again soon. As Connor and Y/N made their way back to the car, Connor placed a hand gently on her back, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin as they walked.

“You good?” he asked, looking down at her with concern. “You seemed to be holding up okay, but I know you’ve been pushing yourself a lot lately.”

“I’m okay,” Y/N replied, smiling up at him. “It was just what I needed. Being around all of you… it helps. I’m glad we came out tonight.”

Connor nodded, his face softening. “Me too. You deserve to relax, even if it’s just for a little while.”

As they got into the car and drove back to their apartment, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. The chaos of the hospital would always be there, but moments like this—where they could all just be together, unwind, and enjoy each other’s company—were priceless.

It was a rare break in the storm of their demanding jobs, but it was a reminder that family was everything. And with Connor by her side, she knew that no matter how hectic things got, they’d always have these moments to hold on to.