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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 year

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Thunder Pt.1 | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

"Honey, if you're on fire, you're on fire Just keep burning, keep me alive Spare your blade"

You've spent the last couple of months telling yourself that your relationship was purely physical but what are you to do when Ghost comes crashing in late at night needing more.

CW: Depictions of Violence

(smut will be in pt. 2)

A late dinner of frozen pizza, a cigarette, and a strong drink. You told yourself it was almost French so it was okay. You put on some music and swayed around your flat, a little too drunk to sing on key.

"Just do it, just do it, don't wait." You sang even when the song moved on. You were always a homebody deep down, that was the one good thing about not being in the field. You had a flat instead of a tent or barrack. You could sign and dance and drink and inevitably pass out on the couch.

There was a knock on the door; three quick raps. He was there, in all his muscular glory. He still had his duffle meaning he was coming straight from base. He wasted no time pushing in and lifting up his mask to kiss you. You heard the door kick shut as he pushed both of you toward the dining table.

You stumbled under your own feet. He caught you with one thick arm around the waist. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

"You're drunk."

"It's okay," You said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck trying to reconnect the kiss.

"I'm not gonna fuck you when you're drunk, love. I'm not a cunt." He helped you into a chair and walked back towards the door.

"You're leaving?" You tried not to sound upset but the alcohol had made everything sound wet.

"Sorry, love. Really only came here for one thing. I'll catch you tomorrow, m'kay?"

"Stay..." He stopped, hand on the doorknob. You added quickly "I can make you a drink. You just got back, relax a bit."

He was hesitant. You and Ghost had only had a physical relationship. He didn't stay for a drink, he came in, you fucked and that was that. The most he'd ever asked from you was a post-sex cigarette.

"I'm not going to be drunk in the morning." That convinced him and had him turning back around to you.

"You got bourbon?"

"No, sorry. Got whiskey though."

"That'll have to do."

He was tense, even more so than usual. You fixed him a whiskey on the rocks, and his eyes followed you around the whole time.

"I'm sorry," you said handing him the glass.

"What for?"

"Being drunk."

"I'm not expecting you to live your life around me, love." He ran a hand over your hair. "I'm not gonna be rough with you if you can barely stand on your own."

"You were going to be rough?"

"Oh, yeah." He chuckled.

"You're always a little rough." You slide a hand up the sleeve of his coat, running your fingers over his muscles.

"Had a bad couple of weeks." There was a somberness to his sentence. You never talked about work with each other. You knew the type of shit SAS got involved with. His unit wasn't under your watch anymore. You got moved to domestic intelligence. You didn't need to talk.

You took his wrist and led him to the couch, you laid down and beckoned him to follow.

"I'm cold, be my blanket." He laid back, his head resting on your chest. You rubbed his shoulders, loving the feeling of him relaxing under your touch. You hummed along to the music still playing in the background. He drank in silence, one hand rubbing your calf.

"New recruit died." He finally said. Your hands had cracked his shell.

"I'm sorry."

"I've seen a lot of people die. He was standing next to me, half his head was missing when he hit the ground. I should have made sure it was clear." He was matter of fact as he spoke, his tone divulged no secrets. His eyes were heavy though, staring at the glass in his hand.

"It's not your fault."

"It is. Captain Price is probably on his way to his ma's house right now." His grip tightened around your calf. He never talked like this before. Any emotion was taken out on you when he pushed himself inside.

"Why aren't you going?"

"Carried his body nearly three kilometers. I'm fucking exhausted, love." You leaned down and kissed his head. He had this hard appearance but you remember how his eyes looked when it was you bleeding out under him. He carried deeply about the people around him. You always knew something bad had happened when he came crashing into your flat, late a night with the smell of gunpowder and oil still stuck to his skin. He'd take his anger and frustration out on you, fucking you till you couldn't feel your legs and you were crying from pleasure underneath him. You weren't afraid of him but the look in his eye when his hand snaked around your throat reminded you of who he was outside of your little world together.

"You can't save them all. It'll get you killed if you try."

"Better me than you, love." He finished his drink and twirled the cup in his hand. "Let me know if you go back in the field, won't ya? So I can keep an eye on ya. Took long enough to find you the first time. Hate to have to start over."

"Didn't realize you'd miss me that much."

"Just parts of ya." He slapped your calf before rubbing and kissing the red skin. "Maybe a lot of ya."

"I'd miss you too."

The empty glass sat on the coffee table. He had pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, nuzzling his face against your thigh. You'd promised him breakfast in the morning.

"What kind?" He asked, kissing your thigh.

"Whatever you want."

"Breakfast in bed?" He chuckled.

"If we make it to the bed tonight."

He stretched out, his feet sticking out from over the couch arm. A hand slid up your shirt to the scar on your abdomen. He rubbed his thumb up and down the raised line. The same wound he'd held together almost a year ago. You felt like it was a security blanket for him. A physical sign that he didn't fail you. He saved you. His eyes started fluttering as he rubbed your stomach. You smiled to yourself as he fell asleep, his head resting against your stomach, his mouth just next to your scar.

You woke up the next morning in your bed with a glass of water on the bedside table and a strong arm around your waist. His hot breath against your neck.

#He's so lana del rey vinyl #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #Simon Del Rey #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #call of duty #ghost #mw2 fanfic

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fishjesus · 2 years

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In honour of good omens season two news. May I present to you good old-fashioned lover boy featuring Crowley and Aziraphale

#good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #Crowley #Queen #vinyl #GO2 #good omens season 2 #good omens aziraphale #good omens prime #aziracrow #crowley x arizaphale #good old-fashioned lover boy

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kelpiemomma · 1 day

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Getting told to go build a booth but when I get there there's no flooring, no plans, and no exhibitor. 3 skids with chairs, 3 crates w counters, and one pig w b matrix, but NO PLANS OR EXHIBITOR.

they have 3 minutes before I'm going to get answers

#Was just told 'you're working w x at this booth. Go there at 8'.#Okay I am here. He is here. There is nothing else.#We're also allegedly supposed to do 8 hours and uhhhh I'm not seeing it unless we're standing around for 6 #Also someone fucked up their back lifting vinyl yesterday???#1. How??? 2. HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE ITS TOO HEAVY FOR YOU???#Apparently he ended up in the hospital w lower back issues. He's home now resting.#Wtf bro.

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thinkminajj · 7 months

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https://twitter.com/nickiminaj/status/1710393492118155562?s=46 Nicki Minaj via Twitter

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steelajeeg · 4 months

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Jean - Michel Basquiat Space Molly - from Space Molly - Mega Space Series 2 - artist Kenny Wong - by Pop Mart Quick Shot

This is an absolutely stunning piece of art. There's no other way to describe this.

I've been a huge fan of Kenny Wong's Space Molly line since I first became aware of it - it's an instantly iconic design. Retro-futiristic, cute, and an open canvas to versatile interpretations. But for some reason, it took me a very long time to actually pick one up. And this was my first pull.

I have mixed feelings on the use Basquiat's deeply personal work for pop art. I'm not opposed to it, I just have thoughts. With that said, it's hard to deny how good it looks here. It's a genuinely beautiful piece of artwork. The way the colorway combines with Basquiat's transcendental streetwise artwork, the cute design juxtaposed with the raw and layered art.

It's a masterpiece of pop interior design - one that just so happens to be a toy.

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iamdangerace · 2 years

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X, Beyond and Back and Back 2 the Base from Wild Gift (1981).

Beyond and Back

I'll go somewhere else. I'll move to the couch. it's darker in the dark. it's darker in the day. I forgot you were a liar. Now it's five to twelve. Shut up and smoke and I'll go somewhere else. No more orange nightgowns. One o'clock and then it ends. This is no place to be addicted to another place. Never get to go. Don't you want me to make it? I took as long as you took. You take a lot from me. I forgot you were a thief. I want to be like her instead. I stay nowhere. Marked down in the basement. Lousy at the bottom. A life of intermission.

Back 2 the Base

Man on the bus screaming about Presley. Man on the bus screaming about Presley. All tied up got a knot in his hands. He says Presley sucked on doggie dicks. I'm the king of rock 'n roll. If you don't like it you can lump it. You gotta get me back to the base. You gotta get me back to the base. Presley’s been dead. The body means nothing. Man in the back says Presley sucked dicks with a picture of Li’l Stevie over his head. I'm in the back with a hole in my throat. Man on the bus screaming about Presley. Rips a newspaper up in his hands. Helicopter shoots down a military spot. Everybody runs from screaming about Presley.

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applbottmjeens · 1 year

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listening to Playing Dangerous and thinking of Officer!Graves and Mafia/Criminal!Belle

Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure The house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar (Well) I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my night gown Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?

Like imagine her being the sultry one for once, and Graves struggling with being a professional around her (oh how the turntables)

This ship has taken over my brain (I wanna RP/Write about them so bad FUUUCK BRO)

#modern warfare 2 #mw2 #annabelle kit pham #canon x oc #mw2 oc #modern warfare oc #phillip graves #warren kole #janella salvador #alternate universe #officer au #pls someone stop me #playing dangerous #he's so lana del rey vinyl

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runwayblues · 8 months

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someone take away my ability to make purchases!!!!!

#i have 2 vinyls and an amazon package coming today #one package is supposed to come on friday #and S I X packages supposed to come on saturday

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simmila · 2 months

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My first set of custom content is here! I wanted to create a smaller pack to start this journey as cc creator, including mostly clutter and recolors.

This pack is intended to be used in a thrift shop or a record/music store, but of course, you can also use it for your music collector sims! This was super fun to make, and I hope you enjoy it!

Please let me know if you encounter any issues with my cc, I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!

--- THIS PACK INCLUDES A TOTAL OF 18 OBJECTS: -* Shop Decals, Signs and Posters (21, 13 and 21 swatches) -* 2 Types of Shelves (9 and 12 swatches) -* Vinyl Display (9 swatches) -* “RECORDS” Neon sign (10 swatches) -* CD’s Clutter (12 swatches) -* Stackable CD’s (29 swatches) -* Wall-mounted Vinyl Disc and Album (25 swatches each) -* 3 Types of Vinyl Clutter – 1 Single, 2 Grouped – (25, 30 and 10 swatches) -* Vinyl Crate (EA Basement Treasures Kit Recolor) (BGC) (36 swatches) -* Vinyl Table (EA Base Game Recolor) (8 swatches) -* Spotify Inspired Posters in Simlish (EA Base Game Recolor) (43 swatches) -* Shop Sign in Simlish (EA Cottage Living Recolor) (24 swatches) --- !! -- Free on Patreon (x) || CurseForge (x) -- !! ---

You can find these items on the Build/Buy Catalogue by typing SIMMILA or RECORD STORE on the search bar.

With love, Simmila.♡

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 maxis match #the sims community #simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 build cc #sims 4 buy cc #sims 4 custom content #sims 4 creator #Sims 4 new cc #simmila cc

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rosyblooom · 30 days

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blooming season🌷 (1) | ln4

"grief is just love with no place to go”

PAIRING: lando norris x fem nepo!reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k WARNING(S): mentions of death & blood, swearing SUMMARY: four years after she fled monaco, y/n is back on the anniversary of her father's death. however, an unexpected encounter with an f1 driver disrupts her plans. A/N: my first time doing this, so probably has errors. if you've got any thoughts or requests pls let me know xoxo hope u enjoy! :)

part 1 <- | part 2

The scent of salt still lingers in the air, but now it feels different, not as welcoming as it used to be. It's a painful reminder of days gone by, days filled with joy and warmth that now seem distant and unattainable. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake off the memories, replaying them in your mind like a scratched vinyl record that refuses to play properly.

Today marks four years since your father's passing, and four years since you left Monaco. You were just eighteen then, fresh out of high school, when the news of your father's tragic car accident hit you like a ton of bricks. In a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sorrow, you packed your bags that very night and left before the weight of it all drowned you.

You couldn't bring yourself to attend your father's funeral, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't real. But deep down, you knew the truth—your father was gone, and nothing could change that. Even as you threw yourself into your studies, pursuing a nursing degree, the pain never truly went away.

And now, here you are, sitting alone on this deserted stretch of beach, watching the waves crash against the shore in a steady rhythm.

This spot holds a special place in your heart, known only to a handful of locals—a fact you couldn't be more grateful for. Here, away from the watchful eyes of tourist crowds, you find solace as you simply listen to the earth rotate.

You exhale slowly, leaning forward to brush the sand from your palms before reaching into your bag for the bottle of red wine nestled inside. It takes a bit of effort to uncork it completely, but the satisfying pop is worth the wait. With careful precision, you fill a wine glass to the brim with the rich, maroon liquid—something to take the edge off.

"Welcome back, Y/N," you whisper to yourself, lifting the glass in a silent salute. "Thank you, thank you. I can't imagine anything worse."

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips, a stark contrast to your usual composed demeanour. It's been 1,460 days, yet it feels like your world only just came crashing yesterday.

Needing calm now, you take a sip of the wine, savouring its sweetness, when the sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Seriously?" you think to yourself, feeling your heart plummet like a stone sinking into deep waters. You took every precaution to keep your return under wraps—after all, you paid good money for that privilege.

Arriving just last night, you made it a point to rise at the crack of dawn, a time before the world awoke; a time when it's just you and no one else. You couldn't bear the idea of facing the prying eyes that would surely accompany the day ahead. For once, you didn't want to be known as the daughter of one of Monaco's wealthiest families; you simply wanted to be yourself, stripped of titles and expectations—a daughter mourning her father.

Feeling like a trapped animal, you become acutely aware of every sound and movement, your gaze locked on the figure approaching.

A man.

His brown curls bounce with each step until he comes to an abrupt stop just a few feet away from you.

With a small wave and a nod, he greets you with a simple "Hey."

It takes a moment for you to register that the greeting is directed at you, causing you to tear your gaze away without a response. Your eyes flit between the gentle ripples of the sea and the man settling down uncomfortably close, prompting an annoyed grunt to escape your lips.

“Fuck spatial awareness, huh…,” you mutter under your breath, though not quiet enough to evade his notice. He slips off his black headphones, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Sorry, what?"

You clear your throat, then sit up straight and gesture expansively. "All this space, and you have to sit right next to me?”

He smiles.

Your gaze narrows.

"But I'm not right next to you," he retorts with a playful grin. "You're all the way over there." He points towards you and then at himself. "And I'm right here."

"Well, it's still too close," you snap.

"Sorry, did you buy this beach or something?" he counters, his grin widening. "Last time I checked, it's open to all members of—."

Growing increasingly frustrated, you interject, "No, I didn't buy anything. I just want some personal space. But clearly, that's lost on you."

With a scoff, you spring to your feet, snatching up your towel and cramming it into your bag, sand and all.

"Wait, you don't have to leave," he insists, his footsteps drawing closer. But you pay him no mind, tossing your phone into your bag and hastily gathering the rest of your belongings from the ground.

Once everything is crammed into your bag, you snatch up your half-empty glass of wine and stand upright, only to feel a foreign warmth enveloping your hand and glass. The man now stands directly in front of you, invading your personal space completely; you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his piercing green gaze.

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but—" he begins, but you cut him off sharply.

"Way too close now," you snap, attempting to pull your hand away, but he refuses to release his grip.

"You do realise I'm trying to apologise, right?" he asks, confusion evident in his eyes.

"I don't care."

His grip remains firm. "There's plenty of space for both of us here."

"It doesn't matter anymore," you respond, your patience wearing thin.

The struggle continues, your voice growing louder with each tug. "Let go of the fucking glass!"

Suddenly, a sharp yell pierces the air, followed by the hollow thuds of broken glass hitting the ground. Shock washes over you as you barely register the sticky liquid trickling down your hand and onto your toes.

"Ah, shit," he exclaims, snapping you out of your daze. You quickly assess the situation, noticing the shattered remnants of the wine glass scattered on the ground, staining the sand crimson.

Panic sets in as you frantically check your hand and feet for any injuries, your eyes wide with fear. After several anxious moments, you breathe a sigh of relief.

I'm okay.

The tranquillity is abruptly shattered by deep groans echoing through the air, drawing your attention to the man's slumped figure with his back turned to you. His face remains hidden from view.

Though he's clearly in pain, you're tempted to slip on your shoes and make a hasty escape. Today is already burdened with its own weight; you're not sure you can handle any more. You even take a step back, ready to flee, but then something stops you.

A pang of guilt washes over you, weighing you down like heavy bags strapped to your legs. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly admit to yourself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Okay, fine. How about you put on your big boy boots and let me take a look at that?" you say, crossing your arms expectantly.

There's no reaction from him, not even a response.

Rolling your eyes, you drop your bag onto the sand and cautiously circle around him until you're face-to-face with his unruly brown curls.

"Hello?" you tap his shoulder, frustration creeping into your voice. "Earth to the stranger who doesn't understand personal space?"

"Seriously?" he retorts, his tone sharp.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, his expression guarded, but you simply shrug, maintaining a neutral demeanour, and extend your hand.

"Let me see," you say calmly.

For a moment, he simply stares at you in bewilderment, but then he tentatively extends his hand towards yours.

"I see," you breathe, examining the large cut in his palm with care, mindful not to dirty it with your fingers. Despite the blood seeping from the wound, you release a relieved sigh after a thorough inspection—it's not as deep as it initially appeared.

"Alright," you announce, dropping his hand and clapping your hands together. "Go home, make sure nothing touches that hand, clean the cut, and bandage it. Keep it dry for a couple of days, and then reassess."

Without waiting for a response, you turn towards your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and shoot him one final glance.

"This has been... unpleasant," you remark dryly. "I really hope our paths don't cross again. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

You shake your head and ignore him, determined to continue onward.

"Wait!" he calls out again, desperation evident in his tone. "I don't have any bandages!"

You stop walking, considering his words, but still don't turn around.

"And... I don't have any sanitising stuff either," he adds, his voice trailing off slightly.

Slowly, you turn around and wave your hands dismissively in the air, shouting back, "That's what supermarkets are for! I guess it's time for a shopping trip!"

Just as you're about to spin on your heel and leave again, his voice cuts through the distance.

"Look, you seem like you know what you're doing. Can't you just help me out here?"

Shielding your eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, you squint at him as he begins jogging toward you. "That advice," you shout back, "was me helping you out. Trust me, I wanted to leave way earlier."

For a moment, neither of you speaks as you watch him closing the distance between you. When he finally comes to a halt in front of you, you instinctively take two steps back—you need your personal space.

"So?" he says between pants, waiting for your response.

You furrow your brows, deep in thought. "Well, I don't have anything on me, sorry to disappoint. But like I said, there are shops around here."

You resume your walk, but to your dismay, the guy falls into step with you almost immediately.

"So, what? You have nothing at home?" he presses, his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Refusing to meet his eyes, you increase your speed.

"Right, because I'm just going to invite a stranger," you emphasise, "who I didn't want to be around in the first place, into my home."

His hand suddenly grips your arm, causing you to instinctively rip out of his grasp, both of you coming to an abrupt halt.

"What?" you bark, irritation seeping into your tone.

"You can google me," he offers, his voice calmer now. "Lando Norris, Formula One driver. Search my name up. You'll see pictures—every single detail about me, you'll probably find on the internet. Now I'm not a stranger anymore, right?" he suggests, his gaze pleading.

You remain silent, shifting your focus toward the calm waters as you breathe in and out. It feels as though the world has paused, waiting for you to come to a decision, to reach a conclusion.

Today, the anniversary of your father's death, is a day you've been dreading yet anticipating for so long. Its disruption unsettles you, but deep down, you know you can't simply ignore it. As much as you wish to skip over this chapter of your life, tear out its pages, and never look back, you can't. It's not healthy.

Still, that doesn't mean you can't delay it for a little while longer.

"Fine," you sigh, relenting to the situation, and begin rummaging through your bag until you locate your phone.

Quickly, you extract it and raise it to Lando's face, snapping a photo of him with the flash on.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, blinking rapidly.

"For my protection," you state matter-of-factly. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can't be a bad person."

Once his gaze meets yours again, he runs a hand through his hair and offers a sheepish smile. "Fair enough."

You nod, acknowledging his words, and continue your walk toward the car park.

"I'm not a bad person, though," he adds quickly, catching up to you.

"Colour me convinced," you reply dryly.

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As you approach the car park, annoyance bubbles within you at the sight of it: filled with cars and swarmed by dozens of people.

"You said you're a Formula One driver, right?" you ask, tilting your head up at Lando.

"Yeah, why?" he responds.

Instead of answering, you grab the hood of his jacket and pull it over his head.

"Why did you do that—" Lando begins, but you cut him off.

"The last thing I need is a mob of your fans, okay?" you interject firmly. "The quicker we get this done, the sooner we can go our separate ways."

Lando chuckles as he adjusts the hood. "I'm really that bad, huh?"

"Worse," you deadpan.

"...Right."

With your raven car in sight, you quicken your pace, relief flooding through you. The last thing you want is for people to realise you're back, especially not today.

However, as if your luck has run out, a woman steps in front of you, blocking your path. You immediately turn your focus to Lando, motioning for him to take a picture with his fan and hurry up.

But instead of the attention falling on him, a weight suddenly falls onto your shoulder, catching you off guard. You clear your throat, preparing to speak, but the woman beats you to it.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N. It's you, isn't it?" the woman exclaims, her voice filled with recognition and sympathy.

You can't reply; your mouth feels dry, your tongue heavy with unspoken words.

No, not today. Please, not today.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N," she continues, her expression radiating pity. It's uncomfortable—the way she looks at you, the way she touches your shoulder so gently. It feels like you're being burned alive, yet you're immobilised, just as you were four years ago when you first heard the news.

"Your father was such an amazing man. And you, I mean, you've been missed. My daughter loves you—"

Suddenly, you're being pulled forward, jolting you out of your trance. You struggle to keep your balance as you try to comprehend what's happening—the woman is gone, and Lando's hand is firmly clasped around yours, pulling you closer to him.

Your personal space has been completely invaded, yet you don't feel the usual urge to pull away. Even if you did, you're not quite sure Lando would let you.

"Your car's the black one, right?" you hear him ask, but the words don't immediately register.

"Huh?" you mumble, still reeling from the encounter.

"That black car over there," Lando points and leans in close, his gaze locked with yours, "that's yours, right?"

You nod, still not quite ready to speak.

Lando releases your hand and holds out his palm to you. "Okay, car keys, please?"

"What? No," you shake your head, rejecting the idea. "There's no need for that."

"Come on, I'm a Formula One driver, remember? I won't crash it."

"It would be irresponsible of me to let you drive in this state," he adds, his voice firm.

"And what about your hand?" you nod toward the injury.

"Like I said," Lando smiles slyly, cocking his head to the side, "I drive race cars; I think I can handle driving with one hand."

Rolling your eyes, you relent, "Okay, fine."

With a sigh, you fish out the car keys from your bag and hand them over to him.

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inf3ct3dd · 7 months

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ellie headcanons pt.3,,,!!

warnings: mentions of boobs, ass (lmao) , mild sexual content, use of the d-slur (jokingly)

content: loser!ellie x reader :3 my pookieeee

authors note: these r actually my favorite things to write ever like im so glad yall like them :333

pt. 2. taglist!!! masterlist!!!!

☆ REALLY likes beef jerky. she’ll just sit there and chew…

- her hands r just constantly freezing. like DEAD PERSON COLD ITS SCARYYYY!!! she definitely uses ur boobs as handwarmers and its JARRING because her hands are actually so cold 😞😞!!!

- HER FEET TOO!!! she has some sort of circulation issues bc you’ll be in bed together and she’ll put her feet on you and you’ll just turn into a cartoon ice cube 😕😕

- the SECOND u have some sort of drama she is seated. like she is so MESSY she will talk shit abt someone she knows absolutely nothing abt just bc u don’t like them. anyone you hate she hates 💪🏽💪🏽

- speaking of she is literally so sassy 😞😞 like she will literally full body turn away from you and look at the window while you drive if she’s mad at you.

- every time you say something even remotely sexual she’s looking at you like 🤨 and trying not to laugh. if you texted her “im coming” she’d burst out laughing and write back like “geez we’re just going to the zoo…didn’t know u were THAT excited”

- has the humor of a middle school boy. she has an actual problem w deez nuts jokes 😞😞 she thinks its SOOOO FUNNY to give u fake backshots whenever you bend over around her. fake moans and everything 💔💔

- a pharb AND a barb. she definitely knows all of super bass by heart, and she knows how to play savior complex on the guitar. duality of women!!!

- every time you say something nice to her she’s like “ew thats gay” and then she gets upset when u get upset for it 😞 so RUDE actually!!!

- really likes doing facemasks with you because you always put them on for her, and because you look really stupid with them on.

- this video. js this whole video like!!! she definitely has that dinosaur hand sanitizer AND that backpack!!

- likes rings cuz she thinks they make her look cool, but she literally cannot keep them for more than a month. they get lost SO EASILY!!!

- knows a concerning amount of things about the roman empire.

- definitely saw the barbie movie with you, and got so embarrassed at the ken guitar scene ☹️ “do i do that??” and you had to hold back laughter and tell her no

- if you have little siblings, they LOVE HER. she is so good with kids its insane. she would definitely do the griddy w ur little brother and you would NEVER let her live it down

- if you take her to a family gathering, she’s either talking with your uncles or hanging out with your younger cousins. she’s scared of your cousins your age bc they’re “cool like you”

- definitely bought you lego flowers at one point and sat on the floor and built them with you

- has those glow-in-the-dark stars on her bedroom ceiling

- would absolutely lick your salt lamp “for science”

- one time you put her hair in pigtails and she wore it the whole day, and refused to let her friends make fun of it cuz her “wife” did them

- talks about you like a 40 year old man talks about his wife. “gotta get home to the wife” definitely has “happy wife happy life!” on a tshirt

- built the two of you a house on minecraft and put your beds next to each otherrrr :((

- carved your name on her skateboard and guitar

- had an AWFUL emo phase in middle school. terrible. was absolutely an avid tumblr user

- such a nerd about vinyls. would take u on dates to her favorite vinyl store, and buy you a new vinyl player because “yours damages your vinyls, and the audio quality is shit” (you randomly bought it on amazon)

- just knows so many facts…about things…. like she’s always talking to you like “oh my god babe did you know that-“

- would get “jealous” of your pets whenever you’d pet them or hold them in front of her. just going up to your cat like “she likes me more than you”

- made herself one of those “i love my girlfriend” tshirts with your face on it

- your dad definitely loves her because they have so much in common. grilling, fishing,camping, she’s like the ultimate dad-dyke

- can fall asleep ANYWHERE. like the second she’s tired she’s just 😴😴 and she’s definitely using you as a pillow

- one time the two of you went to a family party and you found her asleep on two folded chairs

- you’re her wallpaper on all her devices.

- every time you ask her what she’s doing and she’s playing guitar shes like “just fingering my guitar”. she thinks its SOOOO HILARIOUS

- definitely says white ppl shit all the time on accident . one time she said “lets rock and roll” when you two were going somewhere and she literally didn’t talk for 5 minutes cuz you could not stop laughing

- LOVES burts bees !!! her lips always taste like their strawberry chapstick and its wonderful

- has a pair of lightning mcqueen crocs

- LOVESSSS when you paint her nails and do her makeup (she just likes you sitting on her lap)

- definitely one of those girls thats like. obsessed w doctor pepper. its a serious problem 😞😞!!!

- has a little shoe box full of receipts, polaroids of you, and little souvenirs from your dates. :((

- literally melts when you scratch her back

- very into horror games/analog horror. definitely binge watched markipliers “faith” gameplay and talked about it nonstop

- miles morales is def her fave superhero. has so many of his comics and LOVES the spiderverse movies. calls you her gwen 😞😞

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