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itsprashimusic · 2 months

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Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me

Summary - You love to cook, and Lando loves to help, but this time it goes sideways.

Pairings - Lando Norris x fem!Reader

Warnings - minor injury, reader has good relationship with parents, reader is same age as Lando, fluffy.

W/C - 1.4k

A/N - my first fic for f1 lets gooo Happy reading<3

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It was the end of a triple header meaning that now you had a break you were craving. The Monday meetings were done with, you and Lando were on the flight back to your Monaco apartment. The exhaustion caught up with you and the both of you were out within seconds of your heads hitting your pillows.

It was now a Tuesday night. There was some music playing in the living room, Lando was somewhere in the house, and you were in the kitchen. You wouldn’t call yourself a chef, but you loved to cook and learn new recipes. Travelling the world with Lando made it so that you would not get to cook very often, so when you did get to cook you would take the chance.

You sat on the counter contemplating what to cook. Before you shifted to Monaco your mom had written out a recipe book for you with all different kinds of recipes which she had found and curated to your and your family's taste and liking. So you sat on the counter, reading through the fat book.

"Babe, what do you wanna eat?" you yelled to Lando, your eyes still focused on the book. You didn't get a reply, but 5 seconds later he walked into the kitchen. "I'm not really sure," he said while walking up to you. He walked in between your legs and tilted the book in your hands so that he could read it.

"Oo, how about spaghetti? You always say how you wanted to make it." He said and pointed to it. "By that I meant making it from scratch. It is too late to do that." you reply and turn the page.

"Then just boil the spaghetti we have and make the sauce." The excitement in your eyes when you heard him say that made him chuckle. You got off the counter and began rummaging around the kitchen looking for all the ingredients. "Red sauce?" "Red sauce" he confirms. You get out the tomatoes, chillies, garlic, herbs and spices while Lando takes out the spaghetti.

You give him the simple task of watching the pasta boil and reminding you when it was 20 minutes. He dutifully did his task and even drained the water and left the spaghetti in the colander. It was getting late and the two of you were growing hungrier, but knew that the food would be worth the wait.

While waiting for the boiled tomatoes to cool you were cutting some onions and garlic. "Can you get the grinder out?" you asked Lando. He was a bit deep in thought, so only hummed before retrieving the asked for item. "What are you thinking about?" "I could've overtaken Russel at turn 14." he said.

"Baby, it's ok," you abandoned the half cut onions and wiped your hands. You walked over to Lando and gently made him look at you, "Could you have done something then? Yes. Can you do anything about it now? No. It's no use dwelling on something that can't be changed. The best you can make of it, is to be aware of it and try and avoid repeating it in the future. Hmm?" you hummed at the end with a nod. Lando looked at you and nodded along.

To get his mind off of the last race you got him to make good use of his muscles and crush some dried chillies. The cooking went on. You peeled the tomatoes, put them in the grinder and set up the wok on the stove. Lando was slicing some pieces of soft chicken which he wanted you to add in the sauce.

The sauce was half ready when you turned the gas off and went to the sink to wash your hands. "Is it done?" he asked you. 'No' you told him and dried your hands, "It still has some chunks which didn't get ground." This is where your casual Tuesday night took a turn.

Lando, being the muppet he is who can't cook, poured the chunky liquid into the grinder bowl, covered it and put it on the machine. You then faced him and saw what he did. But you did not have enough time to tell him to not do what he was about to do.

He turned the knob and within less than a second the hot tomato sauce spewed out of the bowl and all over you, Lando and your cosy kitchen.

You would expect that a formula 1 driver's quick reflexes would not just be limited to when they are driving. But if you saw the scene inside Lando and his girlfriend's kitchen on a Tuesday night after a triple header, you would be greeted with quite the opposite. The once clean kitchen was now covered in red food. You and Lando were covered in near-boiling hot pasta sauce.

When the sauce spewed out, Lando's first reaction was to let out a slightly high-pitched scream and you quickly turned the loud nightmare-like-sounding machine off. Neither of you said anything, you just looked around the kitchen, taking in the mess, processing what happened, and slowly registering the pain you felt where the sauce lay on your bare skin.

Thankfully most of the spilt sauce got on your t-shirts and not on either of your faces, but some did reach your arms. Lando was the first to say something "Ow, that hurts, that's-that's starting to burn, ouch." Without wasting much time, you grabbed his arm and took him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on, "keep your arm under the water. Do. Not. Move."

You went to the sink and shed your tomato-covered top and left it there. You got Lando to do the same and then joined him by putting your own, now slightly burnt, arms under the spray of cold water. "Baby, why did you start the grinder with a hot liquid inside of it?" you asked him, your voice soft and full of concern, "I'm not mad, just wanna know why."

"You said you had to grind it." His voice sounded broken, you wanted to hug him tight and never let go. "Lan, you have to wait till it has cooled down. The steam inside created pressure which caused the lid to pop open and the sauce to scatter everywhere." He just gave a quiet 'oh' in response.

"How much of your arm got burnt?" you asked and he showed you the parts which hurt. You left the bathroom and came back with two handkerchiefs and ice packs. With the help of rubber bands you secured the ice packs to his forearms. "Where are you going?" he asked when the two of you changed your clothes.

"To clean the kitchen and salvage whatever is left of the sauce."

"Let me help, please."

How could you say no to that face he was making? After some back and forth he got you to also attach an ice pack to your forearm. you grumbled but nevertheless allowed him to take care of you.

You both clean in silence. He cleaned the counter, cupboards and the grinder while you cleaned up the floor where most of the sauce got. 10 minutes later the now salvaged sauce was on the gas with the chicken in and almost ready to eat.

Lando got out two plates and served you both some spaghetti. Your stomach rumbled, which made him giggle. The two of you quickly began laughing. Some people process and handle things by crying, some yell, some throw things around the house and some just sit in silence and wallow and wither away. But you had a different way of coping with emotions and stress. By laughing. That was one thing you and your boyfriend had in common. You both would laugh to process things.

It was kind of the reason the two of you got together in the first place.

Soon the sauce was ready and was severed. You both took your plates and forks and sat on the couch, something ready to play on the TV. The ice packs had come off by then, but Lando insisted on wrapping the cold napkin around the red part of your hand which was not covered in ice earlier.

He finished wrapping your arm and you leaned forward to kiss his nose. Before you could reach though, his lips caught yours in a short but sweet kiss. You both ate your spaghetti and watched what was playing on the TV, occasionally making comments about it here and there.

"Babe"

"Yea?"

"Next time, maybe leave cooking to me?"

"I’m with you a 100 percent on that one"

A/N - this fic came to be because I read a lando fic where reader was eating chicken pasta and decided to cook spaghetti for the first time and ended up burning myself(dw i'm fine, the burn was very minor)

Hope you enjoyed reading<3

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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angsty to fluff lando fic of reader getting insecure about herself and comparing herself to his ex gf and he reassures her🙏🙏

Y/N looked in the mirror. She was pretty, undeniably so, but she didn't see it that way. She turned from side to side, her phone open on Instagram on the floor in front of her.

She didn't follow her boyfriends ex, but, because of her likes, she came up as suggested. Y/N couldn't help but compare herself.

She wasn't like Lando's ex girlfriend. And it made her wonder. Why did he fall for her when his last girlfriend was so different? And how long until he realised this and went searching for something else?

The front door went, jolting Y/N away from her thoughts. Lando was home. Her boyfriend was home.

It was rare that Y/N let her thoughts get to her like this. But, when did did, Lando could always tell. She became quieter, more closed off. It was a repeating cycle, where Y/N would become closed off and Lando would give her time. But then he'd realise he misses his girlfriend so he'd wrap her in his arms and kiss her all over her face until she started giggling.

Yeah, Lando knew how to deal with this better than anybody. Of course, he didn't know why Y/N retreated into herself. He'd asked, sure, but she wouldn't tell him.

But things would quickly go back to normal. Using nothing but how much he loved her, Lando could get Y/N back to her usual smiling, giggling self.

But was happening more and more often.

It wasn't angering Lando, every time he came home and his girlfriend refused to meet his eye. No, it was worrying him. He just wanted her to be happy. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Lando didn't know how he was going it. When Y/N wouldn't tell him, it was going to be incredibly difficult. But then, when Y/N went to the bathroom. She left her phone on the bed, screen unlocked on Instagram.

Lando picked up the phone. He wasn't trying to snoop, really. It was out of concern.

And then he saw it, the picture of his ex girlfriend up on Y/N's phone. What the hell?

Lando set off to the bathroom. He knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Lan, do you mind?" Y/N asked.

"Of course not."

No, Lando didn't mind. They'd been in the bathroom together a thousand times before. "Baby, what is this?" He asked as he leaned against the window ledge.

He turned the phone towards her and Y/N suddenly snatched it away from him. "That's my private business," she mumbled, locking the screen.

"Baby, come on. Just tell me what's going on, please," he begged, grabbing a hold of her hands. "I'm worried out you."

Suddenly, Y/N sobbed. She let out a sob, her head falling forward.

Lando let her finish up and met her back in the bedroom, the tear tracks still on her face. "Okay," she said with a shaky breath as she sat on the bed beside Lando.

"Okay?" He had to repeat when she said nothing more.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. "I... am insecure. I'm really insecure, actually." It was weird to finally admit. After months of the odd spiral here or there, It was strange to finally get off her chest,

"But you have nothing to be insecure of," Lando said.

"But I do, Lan. I keep seeing the pictures of your ex and I can't help but wonder why you're with me." That bit she said quiet. It was embarrassing to admit that she let somebody else make her feel this way.

"No, baby, you don't," Lando insisted. "I love you, right?" He said and waited for her to nod her head. "And I love you for a reason, right?" Again, he waited for her to nod. "And you know there's a reason that I'm not with her again, right?"

Yeah, Y/N knew. There was a reason he and her broke up, she knew.

"And if I thought there was a reason I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't, right?"

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Y/N punched his arm and Lando grabbed a hold of her, pulling her close. He wrestled her into a cuddling position and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, you muppet. Got that?"

"Got it."

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hihhasotherfixations · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Hate/Angry sex - Price x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

CW: fem!reader, rough sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, angry Price - though not at you

So, the reason these fics of the last few days are late are cause ‘twas my birthday! So I’m catching up now but I figured for my birthday day fic I’d go a little more out than usual, hehe. Enjoy Price using you to blow off some steam ;3

Word Count: 3468

Walking in through the door, John slammed it shut, an anger and vitriol radiating off of him that had you wide-eyed and silent in a second, sitting on the couch and watching him.

“John?” You asked, but it was like he didn’t even hear you as he kicked off his boots, dropping his bag with only a little too heavy a thunk before he stalked into the house, an angry frown on his face.

Immediately, he walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a scotch and pouring himself a hefty glass, not even bothering with the ice he usually so meticulously put in whenever he poured himself a drink.

Leaning back on the couch, you looked at him, a worried look on your face. “John. Big bear.” You finally got his attention with the horrible nickname you only ever used to tease him, though this time, there was not a hint of teasing or mischief on your face, your brows pulled up in worry. “What’s wrong?”

Taking in the deepest breath you’d seen him take in a long time, it almost seemed as if he was trying to reel in his anger before he sighed out deeply, rounding the couch and crashing down into it right next to you, nearly sitting down on you and spilling his drink; though it was clear his mind was somewhere else as his face twisted up in frustration. “Fucking Norris thinks he can ground my team because he’s ‘higher rank’.” He spat, making air quotes at the end as he took off his hat and slammed it onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, hey, what happened?” You ask, placing your hand on his thigh, to which John started tapping his fingers into his knee.

“Colonel Norris – bastard that he is – decided to ground my team because of a mistake his men made while we worked together a month back. An op went wrong because of it and now he’s making it a whole case, trying to spin it on my team.” John seethed, his fingers stopping their tapping as he instead started bouncing his right leg, frustrated. “Because it’s being investigated, we’re not allowed to go out until it’s solved. But we had a fucking target right in our grasp-!” John sat up, his hand wringing an imaginary neck before he huffed out a frustrated breath, falling back into the couch as he covered his eyes with his hand.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You frowned and John sighed deep, sitting straight to throw back half of his drink in one go, barely even reacting to the burn as it glid down his throat.

“We’re not getting this guy in our sights again. It took me three months to track him down and right as we were planning a mission to get him, Norris comes with this shit!” He hissed, partially turned to you now, just ranting to you. “And I’ve had problems with Norris in the past in Urzikstan but back then it could be excused by him simply following orders from higherup, but this time it’s completely him and I’m bloody done with this bastard!” He growled to you, a fire in his eyes that didn’t seem to want to die out anytime soon.

“Is there anything you can do?” You asked, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit though it had the complete opposite effect, firing John up even further.

“I already tried everything! I sent e-mails, told Norris in person to just hold it off for a week, spoke in meetings about it but this molded muppet used his rank to override any of my requests!”

Seeing he was not going to be stopping, you knew you had to do something.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do my job when he is coming in here during one of the most vital times happening in the last half a year?! For a thing we didn’t even do?! It’s ridiculous and I’m gonna-!” “John- John?” You stopped him mid-ramble, turning his face towards you. “You’re getting too worked up. You need to blow off some steam.” You spoke softly, watching him huff out a breath as he tried to reel himself in, realizing himself he was just throwing everything on you now.

“I know, but I really can’t be bothered. I’m not going to the gym and I’m through my cigars this month. I’m not doing anything else today, sorry Y/N but-“ “That’s not what I meant.” You interrupted him again.

At that, his brows furrowed in confusion and you shifted on the couch, leaning towards him and placing your free hand directly on his crotch, your lips centimeters away from his, causing his breath to hitch.

“Plenty of ways to blow off steam without leaving the house.” You whispered and John groaned, shifting as just your touch – palming him – had him turning hard ridiculously fast.

“Darling, it won’t be pretty.” He gasped softly, trying to keep his composure as he closed his eyes, his lips pressed in a tight line while he leaned forward to slowly place his partially drank scotch on the coffee table.

You however, leaned in and started peppering kisses down his neck while he moved back to lean properly into the couch, having deposited his drink. “I don’t need pretty. Seeing you so worked up is just doing things to me.” You admitted, continuing to palm his crotch, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his uniform.

Groaning, John just threw caution to the wind, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his lap, his mouth slamming into yours.

You barely had any time to squeak before it was a mess of teeth clacking and tongue, John wasting not a single moment to claim your mouth for himself while his hands went down and tightly grabbed your ass, squeezing.

Pulling your hips into his, he practically forced you to straddle him as he began to thrust up, rocking his bulge against your crotch desperately.

It rubbed straight against your clit, making your eyes flutter shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back with fervour.

His hands wouldn’t stop groping your ass, running up and down the expanse of it before he released his right hand, using it to smack the flesh hard. “Take it off.” He commanded, barely breaking the kiss to say it, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“O-Okay.” You whispered, trying to catch your breath from the intensity and suddenness of the situation, only to get a firm squeeze to your rear again - you better hurry up.

Getting off his lap, you took off your pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them before looking at your husband.

His eyes were roving your thighs, his pupils blown out before he reached out and held you by the back of the thigh, right under your ass as he pulled you in. “Be good for me and take it all off.” He rumbled as he slid forward on the couch, leaning in to place his lips to the front of your panties, grazing his teeth across it and making you shudder.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, getting an approving squeeze to your thighs as you then pulled your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra as well.

While you did that, John’s hands roamed up your ass, slipping under the fabric of your undies and up until he turned his hands around and gripped the fabric, bunching it up before tearing it off your ass, leaving you completely naked as he simply dropped it to the floor.

Gasping as he ruined your panties and threw them, you didn’t even have time to protest as John locked his arms under your ass and lifted you as he got to his feet, starting to carry you to the bedroom.

“God, you’re exactly what I need right now.” He murmured against your stomach, his beard rubbing across your skin, making you close your eyes.

“Use me however you want.” You whispered, one of your hands tangling in his hair, making the man groan softly.

“Are you sure, love?” He asked, kissing your stomach while he kicked open the bedroom door, only half an eye used to navigate his way around the house.

“Positive.” You smiled and a little growl left the man.

Before you knew it, you were dropped onto the bed, your husband crawling over you with intent. Yet before he could fully eclipse you, you placed your hand against his chest, stopping him.

“What?” He grumbled, clearly unhappy by being stopped but you just smiled.

Seeing the sly look in your eye, John narrowed his own, trying to deduce what you were planning as you slowly moved out from under him, sitting up while he followed until you lowered yourself off the bed and down onto the floor.

“Thought I could do what I wanted.” He challenged, his chest deeply moving up and down, betraying how worked up he actually was.

“I’m just here to help you along.” You grinned, moving between his legs as you then reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it, never breaking eye contact as you opened his pants.

As you moved to pull the clothing down his hips, he gripped your wrists. “No, darling. If you want to suck it, you can. But I’m in control. Understood?” He asked, dropping your wrists to instead fish himself out of his underwear, hard and leaking a drop of precum.

Swallowing softly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, a low chuckle leaving the man when he noticed. Reaching out, he placed his left hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer while his right hand gripped the base of his shaft, angling it towards your lips.

Without complaint, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, immediately starting to suck.

Feeling that, John let his head fall back as he groaned, slightly rocking his hips. “Fucking hell-“ He hissed and you smirked around him, making the brunet snap his head down to you. “Don’t get cocky.” He warned and you innocently looked up at him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, taking him a little deeper into your mouth.

Groaning, his brown furrowed in irritation as he clenched his jaw, his hand tightening in your hair as he then pulled your head down, making you take him even deeper.

Getting the reaction you were hoping for, you moaned around him, sucking as you bob your head, John helping you by beginning to move your head up and down, clicking his tongue to try and stay quiet when he felt your tongue swirling around him.

“God, keep that up.” He grunted, starting to lightly buck his hips up into your mouth while he pulled your head up and down.

Closing your eyes, you just relaxed your throat, letting John begin to fuck your mouth as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, his hips beginning to speed up.

Almost as if a switch flipped, John groaned as he began to lose himself, leaning forward over you as he thrusted into your mouth, moving deeper and deeper until you gagged, spit gathering at your lips as he continued to move, pleasure curling through him.

Reaching out, you placed your hands on his thighs, doing your best to stay put, tears in your eyes as he became more and more vocal, pushing past your gag reflex.

His hips eagerly pumped into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him, both of his hands cradling your head, pulling you down onto his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ John choked out, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, making you gasp for breath while he panted, his left hand holding the base of his cock, almost as if he was stopping himself from climaxing.

“J-John-“ You whispered but his right hand moved from holding onto your hair, down to your chin.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered through his pants.

Wiping the spit away from your mouth, you nodded and slowly got up, climbing onto the bed while still trying to catch your breath.

Grunting softly, John shifted onto the bed again, spreading your legs as he then spit onto his fingers, reaching down to rub through your folds, only to find you absolutely dripping.

“God, you love me being rough, don’t you?” John huffed, spreading your slick onto his fingers as he then pushed two fingers into you, making you whine.

“Y-Yes.” You mumbled, blushing. Though he always held an air of dominance in the bedroom, John never truly lost himself, always being just a little too careful for your liking whenever he went onto the rougher side.

Pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, John growled softly, his eyes dark and intense. “You want me to fuck you then? Blow off steam?”

“Properly, yeah.” You whispered, taking in a sharp inhale when he scissored his fingers in response, a slight burn appearing as he stretched you out just a little too fast, needing to be inside you but wanting to prepare you at least a bit. “Leave it.” You gasped, John tilting his head, still scissoring his fingers.

“It’ll hurt, darling.” He growled softly, leaning down to bite at the sweet spot on your neck he knew by heart.

“I want it to.” You mumbled, grabbing his hips and pulling him down, making John huff.

“So you’re working against my command now too? Not even letting me prepare you.” He grunted, still moving along with you as he rubbed his cockhead through your folds, spreading your arousal on it as he clenched his jaw. At his words, you nodded as you bit your lip and the brunet growled. “Very well.”

With that, he pushed into you, not waiting or letting you adjust like normal as he instead shoved in to the hilt, groaning as he felt your heat envelop all of him, his eyes closing as he paused.

Opening his eyes, he then looked at you. “You asked for it.” He spoke lowly, the gravel in his voice twice as prominent as he began to move, his hands shooting down to your hips to hold you down; no easing into it as he began to rapidly pump into you.

Gasping at the burning stretch, you threw your head back, whimpering out a moan as your husband began to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours as he took you with short and quick thrusts.

“My team disobeys me, my superiors sabotage my mission, and now my own wife won’t even let me take care of her properly.” John hissed, a fire burning in his eyes as his thrusts intensified, strokes long and deep.

Your walls clenched around him as you moaned, a flush to your face from the anger and irritation radiating from him as he pounded into you, keeping you pinned down to the bed as you tried to buck away from him and into him at the same time.

“Stay still.” He growled, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he kept you down on the bed, his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck-“ You gasped, making John groan as he moved, his eyes half-lidded as he could feel every ridge of your cunt, wrapped so tightly around his shaft, rubbing into him as he pushed in and out of you.

“That’s right, take it.” He hissed, his left hand moving up to squeeze your breast while the fingers on his right dug into the side of your ass. “Just like that.” He praised, his voice still rough as he leaned his face back into the crook of your neck.

“John-“ You gasped, only for him to sink his teeth into your skin. “Shut it.” He grunted, bucking his hips into yours in a frantic pace, his cock hitting deeper because of the new angle, rutting into your cervix and making you cry out.

Feeling the entrance of your womb, a loud groan escaped the brunet, his tip bashing into it repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure and slight pain through you, making you moan out more.

“Fuck, you feel good.” The man grunted directly into your ear, making you whimper.

Huffing, he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling back from your neck to tear his shirt from his body, throwing it off the bed and allowing you to see the hair dotting his torso, leaning down into the v-line and happy trail connected to his cock currently thrusting deep inside you.

Groaning, John pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs, not willing to stop fucking you just to take it off, simply accepting it as he felt relief washing over his sweaty body, no longer completely cooking in his clothes.

Seeing his chest bare before you, you whined and reached out, running your hands down his pecs, feeling the coarse hair on his chest, hiding the scarred, warm, soft skin underneath. As you trailed further down, your lip between your teeth, John suddenly grabbed your wrists, swiftly pushing them down above your head.

“Did I say you could?” He growled, punctuating his words with a hard thrust, making you moan out. “Stay put.” He huffed, holding your wrists down with one hand while his other moved to your waist, holding you down while he slammed his mouth to yours, his chest pushed into you.

Whimpering into the rough kiss, your eyes rolled back as heat grew in your abdomen, feeling him fuck into you, your toes curling as he bottomed out with every thrust.

Pounding roughly, John was huffing against your lips with every thrust now, sweat gathering on his brow and running down his back, causing a sheen on his skin mirrored on your own, the exertion and pleasure coming to a head.

“John, please-“ You moaned, your legs weak and trembling, feeling your head start to go light as the heat spread, your walls clenching slightly around his shaft.

“I know, shit-“ John groaned, rutting into you with fervour as his cock began to twitch, feeling you clench around him.

Whining out a moan, you clenched your eyes shut as you arched your back, John moving his lips from your lips down the center of your throat, his teeth nipping and biting as he groaned out a moan of his own, trying to stave off his orgasm as he slowed down his thrusts, getting rougher.

“Fuck, please!” You cried out for him, only for his thumb to descend onto your clit, making you moan loudly as your back fully arched, your cunt tightly clenching down on him.

Feeling that, John moaned, his cock twitching while you came around him, your walls spasming and squeezing tightly, making him groan out low and desperate, his hips bucking as he continued to rub your clit, stretching out your orgasm.

“Good girl, good girl-“ He panted like a mantra, his hips bucking quick and sharp into you, your pussy so greedily taking him in, your arousal coating his entire shaft and leaking down your thighs.

Whimpering out as you came down from your high, John thrusted just a few more time before moaning low in his throat, shoving deep into you, filling you up completely before he released himself inside your walls.

His cum, thick and plentiful, spurted into you, making you whine out at the feeling of it splashing against your walls, your entire body flushed as you panted, exhausted and spent, your throat and voice raw.

“Bloody hell.” John panted, staying inside you as he lowered himself onto you, his arms on either side of your face holding him up while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” He mumbled after a moment, pressing kisses to the apples of your cheek.

“Never better.” You panted out, letting out a short and light chuckle before you reached an arm up and placed it onto his cheek. “Are you?”

Leaning into your palm, his eyes finally seemed to have calmed the storm, instead holding a loving look towards you. “Definitely a lot better.” He smiled.

Carefully, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, refusing to pull out as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You replied, closing your eyes as you snuggled into him. “If you’re ever angry, you know where to find me.” You teased and John let out a rumbling laugh, kissing the top of your head again.

But then again, he was definitely considering on taking you up on that offer.

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mrsparrasblog · 25 days

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hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 4 months

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The Ghost of Frigate Point Lighthouse is now complete and all chapters are up on ao3! In this bittersweet story, full of angst and lots of hurt/comfort with a happy ending, Blackbeard's ghost suddenly appears after Stede moves to town, and the two have to unravel the mystery of why he's haunting the lighthouse at Frigate Point so he can move on. As the mystery deepens and they learn more about each other, they start to realize they might not want Ed to move on at all.

If you haven't been reading along, I want to ask: why? And also: what if it weren't like that? This fic is about 50k words, rated E. Further propaganda below:

Titles taken from Moondog's "High on a Rocky Ledge" from OFMD's pilot, in a plot-relevant way that's subtle as first and then will make you go "oh fuck. oh shitdamn. oh wow. oh no. fuck." And that's my guarantee

Trans man Ed and Jim bonding over discussions about gender and also a healthy mutual appreciation for The Muppets

Frenchie, The Ghost Expert

Izzy and Stede meeting and immediately basically trying to shoot psychic destruction spells at each other

Ghost Sex (don't worry about the physics of it, just read with vibes and love in your heart and you'll have a good time)

Stede spoiling Ed with trips to all the most romantic date spots, including the aquarium and Claire's

Give it a shot! It's my favorite thing I've ever posted - if you're into ghost stories, creepy tales, existential dread, or even just a sweet love story, you'll enjoy it.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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Written In The Book of Faith

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lando being the most annoying little brother/friend, Carlos and lando playfully bullying each other, a bit of sadness, right person wrong time, a mix of fluff and angst, reconnection at the end.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: based off that trend on tiktok with the quotes that match the couples + despite the title, there are no religious ties/symbolism in this fic at all. -- also idk what this really is, I started writing and here we are.

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Act One: The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you. - 2019, McLaren.

“C’mon!” Lando pulled you ahead of his brother and his girlfriend, the younger Norris wanting to show you around the building.Lando’s sister in law, Savannah, was your best friend, hence how you ended up at the McLaren hospitality building on one of the busiest weekends.

Silverstone was the home race, not only for the team but McLaren’s very own Lando Norris.

“Oh! Carlos!” The younger driver shouts, his Spanish counterpart turns and smiles when he sees his teammate. “Mate! Why are we shouting?!” He teased, walking over to where the 4 of you stood.

“Carlos, you know my brother and his girlfriend but this is Savannah's best friend, y/n. She’s joining us today.”

You turn your attention to the driver across from you; fluffy brown hair, tanned skin, pink lips that pull your focus, only to be offset by the big brown eyes staring back at you.

“Y/n, this is Carlos Sainz, my teammate.” Lando introduces the two of you and he sticks his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He smiles as your hand meets his. Carlos lets go of your hand and the loss of touch felt as if someone replaced his hand with an ice cube.

Carlos’s eyes fixed on you, admiring the blue dress you had on and the way it fit you like it was made just for you. He smiled as his eyes met yours once more.

“We’ve got to go,” Lando says linking, arms with you, your attention is pulled from the Spaniard across from you.

“Stop looking at her like that,” He says to Carlos and pulls you away. Both you and Carlos go red, rolling your eyes at the younger driver.

The day went by quicker than expected, the three of you watched the race from the McLaren garage and the rest went reasonably well for Carlos. He came in P6 and Lando came in P11. After post race debriefs and media, you all headed back to the hotel to clean up and have dinner.

The hotel restaurant is fancier than usual, Lando wasn’t in the mood for fancy. The younger driver was like your little brother and somehow always got you to side with him. “Can we ditch?” The boy leans over and asks you but you shake your head, “your brother wanted to come here so Savannah is making us stay.”

“No, C’mon.” He groans. “Let’s go get some pizza.” Lando says.

At that moment, it's like Lando’s saviour walked into the room. Carlos, along with Rupert and his cousin, Caco, walked in. “Carlos!” Lando waved him over and he turned, making a beeline to the table you were at.

“Muppet!” Carlos ruffled his hair, “what’s up?”

“Join us,” he says, nodding towards the seat next to you. “No, I couldn't intrude.” He says, Rupert and Caco already in their own conversation with Savannah and Oliver at the table. The two of them have sat down already, it was only Carlos that was putting up a fuss.

Shifting in your seat, you look back at Carlos, “it’s not an intrusion if we’re inviting you.” You nod towards the seat beside you since the other two had been filled. “Sit, please.”

Lando leans forward, glancing at you two. “Oh when I ask, you said no but let y/n ask and all of a sudden you’re okay to sit.” He teased his teammate and Carlos reached behind you to pinch Lando’s shoulder which shut him up.

His arm remained on your chair, resting there for a while as the waiter came around to take your orders.

Despite Lando's efforts to make conversation with two of you, you and Carlos were wrapped up with your own conversation the entire night. Without the pressure of race day, and Lando pulling you two away from each other, it turns out you have a lot in common; you're both the oldest of three siblings, both career driven, both extremely playful and loved to have fun away from the pressure of life.

“Are you joining us ?” Savannah called for you from across the table. “Joining you for?” You asked, not completely paying attention to what she was saying.

“Germany, in two weeks. They’ve got a race.”

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude. You’ve been kind enough to bring me along this weekend.”

Carlos nudges you, “it’s not an intrusion if we’re inviting you.” He says, mirroring your words back to you. “Come as my guest then, Lando’s boring anyways.” He smiles at you.

“Hey!” Lando groans.

You can feel Carlos’ eyes on you as you speak to Savannah, the man studying you like he had to write a test. Memorizing your every feature; the way you smile, the curve of your lips, the bridge of your nose, the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

The night wrapped up shortly after, all of you would be going home on Tuesday and then leaving for Germany the following Monday. You and Savannah decided you’d go out for a bit, grab a drink or two before calling it a night.

Another outfit change was needed so you two left the boys at the restaurant and headed up.

Carlos’s eyes follow you out the doors of the restaurant. The smile on his face was undeniable. “I see the way you look at her,” Lando whispers to his friend.

He looks at the English driver, “what ?”

Lando might be oblivious most of the time, but he wasn’t that blind. He could see that his teammate took a liking to you.

“Ask her for her number,” He suggests, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “What? No. I barely know her, that’ll be really weird.” Carlos huffs to the younger man next to him.

“How else are you supposed to get to know her?” He asks, “by staring at her like a creep?” Lando turns to face his friend and Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, Lando.”

Lando ignores Carlos’ nonsense, fully well knowing that his friend liked his other friend. Though Lando would never admit it, he liked cheesy romances and if he could play his part as the matchmaker in this one, he would absolutely do it.

Carlos’s phone sat on the table, unlocked.

The idea popped into his head as he reached for the phone. Lando typed in the number, adding your name to it. He set the phone back down in front of Carlos. He looks over at the phone and then back at Lando.

“Is that..” “Her number? Yeah, don’t be stupid. Use it.”

The boys split up and decided to go their separate ways for the night. Carlos says that he's gonna run upstairs and get his car keys before they head out.

The phone in his hand as he headed to the elevator, he couldn’t help but look at the number. He glances at himself in the reflection of the elevator doors and decides to click the number. The line rings a few times before you pick up, “hello?”

“Hi, it's uh- it’s Carlos.”

“Oh hey!” You smiled, “what’s up?” You grabbed your bag as you stepped out of your room.

Carlos stepped into the elevator, “nothing, headed up to get my keys. You?”

You walked to the elevator, you hit the button when you realized the strap on your heel was undone. “Oh, Savannah and I are going out for drinks.”

“I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” he pauses, glancing up at the numbers above the doors. You were fiddling with the strap and finally getting it into the loop when you stood back up.

“I’d like to take you out, on a date. Like a proper date.” He finally speaks.

“So Lando wouldn’t third wheel?” You laughed, looking at your reflection in the elevator doors as you tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Just us, no Lando.” He smiled.

The elevator ding ran through both sides of the call and the doors opened.

You and Carlos are face to face.

His big brown eyes meet yours, and even under the horrible orangish lighting of the elevator, she can make out every single curve and line on his face. Carlos smiles at you, your previously pink lipgloss replaced with red lipstick that brought every freckle and feature on your face to life.

“So what do you think?” He asked into the phone despite being across from you.

Nodding, you smile once more. Something you found yourself doing often in his presence. “I'd like that.”

Act Two: Maybe we were meant to meet, but not to be. - 2020, McLaren.

Life works in funny ways.

You met this wonderful man, one who made you laugh and smile, cry tears of happiness, held your hand and hugged you when you needed support. You did the same for him but as the days went on, the distance between you two grew.

More and more, the distance made you realize that you two just weren't meant to be.

The teabag spun in the cup as you twirled the string. “This is it?” You ask him, looking across the kitchen at the man.

Carlos looked at you, the sadness written across his face was enough to make a grown man cry. “I guess it is.” He says quietly, saying it any louder would break him.

“It’s what’s best.” You tell him, walking over. Your face to face with him, his hand reaching for you. “For who, mi amor?”

Carlos's eyes are teary, you pressed your lips together and looked away from him, because one more moment looking at him would have broken you. “We can’t keep doing this, Carlos.” A hand comes up to rest on his cheek, he nods softly.

“I know but..”

“Please, don’t make this harder than it is.” You whisper to him.

From the moment you met him, you knew he was the right person for you; this man was your soulmate but it was the wrong time. You were in different stages of your life. Carlos was leaving McLaren, moving to Ferrari which was his dream. You had just gotten your dream job, you couldn't just up and leave any week you felt like joining him.

It wasn’t enough for you two to make it work.

It was time to call things quits before you both ended up more hurt than you wanted to be.

Stability was needed to make a relationship work and this wasn’t that. It was almost impossible for this to work.

Carlos pulls you against him, holding you close as he wraps his arms around you. “Te quiero mucho.” He whispers to you, his voice quiet.

You hum in response, nodding. “I love you.”

He held you for a few more moments, his arms squeezing you tightly like this was the last time because it was. You walked him to the door, Carlos held your hand, smiling at you as you two stood in the doorway.

“Anytime you need me, I'm here.” He says to you and you nod, “me too. I’ll be watching.” You give him a smile and he pulls you in for one last hug, kissing your temple softly.

“Okay go, you need to get on your flight.” You give him a light push. Carlos steps out, walking to the elevator. You watch from the doorway as he steps on and then turns to face the doors.

He gives you a small smile. I love you, he mouths to you and you nod, holding back tears as you pull your lips together.

Me too, you mouth back, a hand over your heart.

Act Three: I don’t know what we are, but I miss what we were. - 2022, Ferrari.

It’s been two years since you’ve seen him. Life has gone on, it’s not the same but it’s gone on because that’s what it does.

Time doesn’t wait for anyone.

Work brought you to London, you had a few days before you had to leave and you were meeting up with Lando, Oliver, Savannah and their baby girl for dinner later that afternoon.

The weekend had been hectic, between work and the race, you hadn't had much time to actually work on the stuff you needed for when you got back. Hence why you found yourself in the coffee shop, nursing a now cold latte as you clicked away on your laptop.

You took up a very small corner table at the back, you sat with your back to the crowd, your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you when you heard the person speak.

Surely, you heard wrong.

Must have, because you glanced over your shoulder and you didn’t see anyone you recognized. You went back to your work, scrolling through the files in search of the one you needed when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Finally, you turn around to see who it was and it turns out, you did hear correctly.

“I thought that was you,” he says, a smile that pulls on your heart strings plastered on his face.

“Carlos,” you let out a breath, smiling at the man.

He looked the same; same unruly brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips. Except he looked a bit older, mature so to speak. His stubble covered his jaw, a green sweater clinging to his shoulders as he stood in front of you.

“Can I...” he trails off and glances at the seat across from you. You breathe an oh and gesture to the seat, shifting to sit properly and he settles in.

The cup had something black in it and by the smell of it, coffee. Some things don’t change.

“You changed your hair, almost didn’t recognize you.” He says, sipping the black coffee.

The long hair you once had now replaced by a shorter cut, the hair sat in curls on your shoulders. You didn’t change at all, hadn’t aged a day he thought. Must have been taking care of yourself.

He tried to subtly ask Lando how you were ever so often, late night stalking led him to Savannah’s Instagram page in hopes of catching a glimpse of you; he always hoped you were happy.

Carlos never knew you did the same but with Lando. You always checked up on him quietly; it was the little things, looking for him in the other drivers’ stories or posts, following his name up and down the leaderboard during the races.

He was your soulmate; right person, wrong time unfortunately.

“What brings you to London ?” Carlos asks after a minute. You shut your laptop, looking at him now. “Work, but also the race.”

“Ah,” he smiles, “you were there? At Silverstone?”

“I was.”

“I didn’t see you.”

“You know I don’t take much space, don’t capture the attention of the public quite like a Ferrari driver.” You joked, earring a smile. “Congratulations.” You say to him and Carlos’ brows pulled together like he had forgotten the momentous weekend he had.

“Your maiden pole.. and your win? You were fantastic.”

He smiles at you once more, “thank you. Did you watch the podium or were you hidden away like you always are?”

“No,” you chuckled, reminded of his McLaren days when you always found yourself in the back of the garage, away from the view of the public. “I was there, watched you cross the line and everything.” You tell him.

Carlos reaches over the table, his hand rests on yours. “It means a lot that you were there.”

“You didn’t know I was.” Your eyes find his. “I did always say you were my lucky charm, didn’t I? Life works in mysterious ways, amor.”

And that it does.

Out of all the places to bump into him, a coffee shop in central London wasn’t on your list.

There’s comfortable silence between the two of you. The hustling and noise of the coffee shop fizzled away as if you two were in your own little bubble. The phone on the table buzzes.

From Lando: pick you up at 6?

You pick it up and type back a response.

To Lando: Make it 6:15, headed back to the hotel now.

From Lando: sounds good.

“I should get going,” you tell him, slipping your laptop into your bag as you get up. Carlos mirrors your actions, standing. “Let me walk you out, I'm heading out too.”

His hand rested on your lower back as he led you out of the busy cafe. The touch sent a shiver up your spine, it was as if nothing had changed; the touch was so natural as was the way you leaned into it.

“Which way are you headed?” He asks and you nod to the right. “I’m the other way,” he tells you.

“Well, it was nice to see you.” You say and Carlos reaches for you, pulling you into a hug. You lean into the man, he instinctively wraps his arms around you a little tighter.

Just the two of you once again.

“I really do need to go,” you whisper to him and he hums, rubbing your back softly before he takes a step back.

Old memories bubbling up onto the surface and any more time together, the two of you would be in tears.

“Hold on!” Carlos says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what looked like a crumpled up receipt. He’s feeling his pockets but he can’t seem to find what he’s looking for.

“What?” You look at him, “do you have a pen?” He asks and you peek into your bag before pulling one out.

The man scribbles something down on the paper and hands it over to you, along with the pen. Nine numbers scrawled on the back of a receipt. “In case you're in Madrid,” he says, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Call me.”

The number on the paper was the same it had always been; the same number you had memorized since you met him.

“Okay.” You nod, tucking it into your bag with the pen.

“Okay.” He nods, the two of you lingering in the street outside of the coffee shop. His brown eyes meet yours, “goodbye y/n.” He says quietly.

“Goodbye Carlos.”

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ghostssweetgirl · 11 months

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Thanks for answering so quickly!

I've been thinking about a fic.

How about the reader being afraid of getting attached because of the trauma they went through in their childhood (absent parents or emotionally abusive father/mother) and the 141 boys & los vaqueros boys slowly figured out why the reader is always skittish when it comes to emotions.

And they finally get the reader to open up and realize that she/he loves the boys more than herself/himself.

P. S. I'm new to this! If you've already written something like this then please don't kill me. 🙈 🙈

no worries, i don't think i've written anything like this and if i have I'LL WRITE IT AGAIN FOR UUUU <3 but yeah i got you :) thank you for your patience! i know it took me a while to get to this. and i also hope it's okay? if not please forgive me 🥺🙏🏼thank you for this request @ghostslillady (btw i love ur username so much i almost wish i thought of it too lmao)

GN Reader x 141 + Los Vaqueros and How They React to an Emotionally Skittish Person

It was another successful mission the 141 teamed up with Los Vaqueros for. Everyone was sitting in the breakroom for a meeting while eating some much needed food together.

You sat by yourself, but close enough to your team to make conversation. Like the father figure he is, Price was going around the room, handing out compliments to everyone's efforts as a team. He finally made it to you and as he stood proudly, with his hands on his hip, smiling widely, you froze in place, hesitating to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'd like to personally thank you for always looking out for your team, having their back 100%. If it wasn't for you, these muppets wouldn't be here right now. You exceed my expectations every time, and I'm proud of you, and we're happy to have you, kid," he complimented as he held out his hand for you to shake.

Still froze in place, your hand shook as it grabbed his, his grip tightened, feeling your sweaty palm against his as you had trouble making eye contact. The combination of the bright overhead lights, everyone's eyes on you, smiling and clapping for you overwhelmed you instantly.

You gulp as you take deep breaths, forcing yourself to remain as professional as possible. "T-thank you, Captain," you managed to mutter out, smiling at him with wide eyes as you forced a smile.

He dismissed everyone shortly after a few more words he had to share, you sigh out a breath of relief as you throw your box of food away and go to your quarters, not minding that the rest of the people stayed put. Whatever floats their boat, you thought. I'm out of here.

You sank into bed, instantly falling asleep given how exhausted you were.

The team definitely took note of how you reacted to the praise, and were concerned for you. They would respect you if you didn't want to talk about it, but it was now their mission to figure out if you were okay, if there was a reason why that happened and if there was anything they could do to help you. They cared for you like they would a close loved one, and it was no doubt that there's no length they wouldn't go to protect you, or help you.

Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost got together in a private meeting to talk about what they should do. It was decided to do a nice dinner, with everyone along with a comfortable environment, comfortable enough where they can try to ask them to open up. They even invited the Los Vaqueros, since they worked with you sometimes and you've worked together well as teammates.

As you woke up the next morning, you were given dozens of small tasks, go here, do this, go do that, etc. A little odd and out of routine, but whatever. They were really doing anything to keep you out of the dining and open areas.

Your work day finally came to a halt, and as you walked back up to the safe house and walked in the door, everyone was gathered around and they were talking. You spotted Alejandro and Rudy and waved hello as you smiled at them, happy they were here but what the hell is going on?

"What's this?" you asked, not specifically to anyone, but you made eye contact with Soap first.

"It's a... family dinner! Join us?" he smiled warmly.

You look around the room, noticing the effort put into this surprise and oblige. "Sure," you laughed, a hint of nervousness in it. For a moment, you thought back to your past and how family dinners never ended up well, but you push it to the back of your mind, reminding yourself this is different.

Price entered the room, gesturing for everyone to start making their plates. You got in line and got your food, sitting down at a corner seat of the table. Usually you'd choose to sit away from people, but in this moment you had no choice. You sat down and stared at your food for a moment, before checking your surroundings.

Everyone made small talk, and you'd admit that the atmosphere soon felt more calm to be in after adjusting a little bit.

"Y/n," Price started as he was finishing a bite of food. "Is the food okay? You feel okay?"

You look up at him and nervously smile. "Y-yeah, it's great! Thanks."

"Good, I'm glad," he smiled, looking around the table proudly.

It wasn't long before that knot of anxiety in your stomach disappeared, and you don't know what hit you, but your mouth moved before your brain could stop it from speaking. "Um... thank you guys for being patient with me..."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, giving you their full attention, all smiles and genuine intentions. They all nodded before Ghost spoke up.

"Of course, kid," he spoke softly.

"I... don't really have the easiest time opening up, and definitely have a hard time with emotional... things, thanks to my childhood," you laughed it off. "But you guys make me comfortable, and make me feel like I'm actually a part of something. A family. So thank you."

"Aye, we understand… If you ever need to talk, we're all here for ya," he smiled.

"D'ya mind me asking what about your childhood..." Price lowered his voice to a calmer level. "Makes it hard for you to open up? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

You thought for a moment before saying it out loud. While you spoke about your childhood, your abusive household and how you couldn't open up and if you did there was always a consequence, bad things just always happened as soon as you did open up... A weight finally lifted off your shoulders.

They all comforted you, and a lot of them related, so it only helped. The night ended in laughter, smiles, and lots of jokes. You found a place you felt true comfort at and it was safe to say you loved these boys more than you loved yourself.

A/N - I hope this is decent! Sorry again for taking a while!

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oopsallmabari · 10 months

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✨Self-Rec Tag Game ✨

tagged by @gaysebastianvael! very cool tag game, prob should take time to appreciate my own work more often lol

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they’ve made.

Something you absolutely adore

ooh i think it'd have to be this pic of daithi--i've done a few portraits of him and i like to see how the way i've drawn him has evolved!

2. Something that was challenging to create

digital painting continues to be a bit of a bear for me, and i remember plugging away at this for ages. hoping to get better at it in the future :)

3. Something that makes you laugh/smile

muppet dorian is probably the silliest thing i have ever made. but i like him. still have plans to mupp-ify other DA characters. someday.

4. Something that surprised you

this one is kind of difficult! but i guess i'll link to my longfic with arya for this one, which i can't remember if i ever actually linked to on this blog lmao. it's surprising to me that anyone has read it if i'm honest and that i wrote that many words. it's also on hiatus rn as i am. fully rewriting it (snippet of the rewritten opening under the cut at the end).

5. Something you want other people to see

time to plug some of my oc work! zeke is an oc of mine from a personal WIP--currently in the very early drafting stages of an interactive fiction of which she is a cast member. she's one of my oldest ocs so i like to make ppl look at her. (this counts as a fanwork! i can be a fan of my own work!)

tagging w no pressure (sorry if you've already been tagged before lol)! @creaking-skull, @triflingshadows, @dreadfutures, @lavellander, @glamfellens

and a preview of frostbitten blades, the redux:

“You don’t have to leave.”

Malik says it with that kind uncertainty she’s grown so accustomed to, that she expects of an older brother. Sturdy yet soft, truthful and earnest, but tapering off at the ends. They’re seven years apart. It’s a lifetime. They’ve been worlds apart for so long.

He’s grown into this role so well, the thin, gold circlet nestled comfortably within his dreadlocked hair, the purple embroidered jacket shaped perfectly around his broad shoulders. All of his fineries are well-tailored. He must actually sit for his measurements now. He didn’t as a boy. Wouldn’t sit still unless Mother was hovering behind him. Now—he waits, holds meetings at the head of the table with quiet assurance, smiles warmly at visitors.

Currently, the smile is small, but it’s there, rounding his chestnut-brown cheeks. He doesn’t want to force it—she’s barely been at the estate, at his home, for a week. It’s the longest they’ve seen each other in seventeen years. She almost left earlier, without a word of goodbye, until the twins snuck up on her. Malik knows this. He hasn’t said anything, mercifully.

She’s so bad at coming up with responses lately. Malik knows this.

#my art #currently battling my internal urge to not do anything to praise my own works lmfaooo

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forpiratereasons · 2 years

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Omg I know you get asked this all the time but... do you have any more fic recs? I've gone through all the ones you've mentioned before & now am hungry for more!

i do have some more recs!!

Red Sky, by Bazzle: When Stede finally returns to the Revenge, Ed won’t hear his apologies. It takes a deadly storm to bring down his walls and bring them back together. The language in this fic had me holding my breath.

Trade Descriptions Act, by ElapsedSpiral: Ed finds Stede Bonnet's Filofax and tries being Stede Bonnet on for size. It's going okay until he meets the real Stede Bonnet. SO funny. It's so funny.

Baddy Zaddy, also by ElapsedSpiral (wip): Ed is a retired porn star with a Soho sex shop, Stede is an "ally" of the LGBT community, they meet on a sex call gone to the wrong number. Just read everything by this author.

Clarity, by katonline: After an accident upends Stede and Ed's fragile new relationship, Ed fights to bring Stede back. I'm a slut for a temporary amnesia trope, what can I say.

No Fixed Ropes, by lyricl: Stede Bonnet drove his raggedy band of muppets around Yosemite in a fully customized Chevy van with a goddamn record player in it. Izzy couldn’t fucking stand it.1970s Yosemite climbing AU. Lyricl has my heart for this premise alone but it's also dead well-written.

Buttercup, by mia_ugly: The thing is, when you’re Blackbeard you’ve got kind of a reputation to uphold. When you captain a ship, when you lead a crew, when people look up to you, tell stories, build a legend – parts of that legend are always more accurate than others. I might've recced this before but it rewired my brain so have it again.

Under the Weather, by silverwhisk: Illness sweeps through the crew of the Revenge. Stede introduces Ed to his favorite self-care home remedies for dealing with the all of the coughing, sneezing, fevers, and body aches that comes along with a cold. I love a good sickfic, I love a good sickfic, I love a good sickfic!!

Maketh the Man, by Fyre: “He doesn’t know you,” Izzy said. “Doesn’t know how you operate. Doesn’t know what makes you tick.” Mostly because the man was a fucking lunatic. “He wouldn’t see you coming.” He grimaced as he said it. “And you’re the only one who might be mad enough to pull it off.” A dramatic rescue attempt and a dramatic dress. Chef's kiss.

Clean Slated State, by justkeeptrekkin: Stede is ready to 'get back out there' after his divorce, but he's more than a little bit intimidated by the concept of online dating. After a series of truly terrible first dates, he's close to giving up on love altogether. I think I also recced this one before but I've reread it since then so on the list it goes.

Bones Adrift, by Skrifores (wip): The Revenge spots a drifting, seemingly abandoned ship. Is it haunted, overrun by demons, or full of vampire-mermaids? Listen, this fic had me at horror and sold me at ghost story. I'm all in.

i'm always taking recs myself also!! i have a marked for later list a mile long but send me your recs and i will add them in!!

#darcy answers #fic recs

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flooftyfizzlebeans · 1 year

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1 for the ask game?

(I figure you probably have this opinion for a lot of characters so you can just pick one if you want lol)

Character everyone gets wrong?

CHARACTER EVERYONE GETS WRONG?

IN BUGSNAX (2020)???

The entire point of bugsnax is that there is more than meets the eye. First impressions often present an outer shell that doesn't truthfully show what's inside. It's THE WHOLE THEME OF THE GAME. Every single character is hiding a side of themself from everyone. The bugsnax are doing this. Everyone fits an archetype that they break. Everyone is three dimensional. The characters, despite being muppets, are more human than I've seen in a LONG LONG TIME.

Do you expect people used to fandoms as they have become today to get ANYONE right?

people who write any bugsnax character right are few and far between. There are PLENTY of people who write intriguing stories that I love and catch my interest, and keep me engaged. There are HIGHLY misinterpreted variations of characters i really enjoy, and i love them. But like. fic in this fandom can be anywhere from "ocs that share names with canon characters doing stuff" to "perfectly crafted interaction and exploration of 2-3 characters that deftly leaves out the grumps they haven't studied quite as extensively"

that's why ive ultimately given up on being 100% accurate but the best way to get me to Nope right out of a fic besides formatting is by making it clear any one of the characters is JUST the archetype they fill or JUST the front they put on for others.

JUST the gooey inside I'll give a pass but not everyone is vulnerable all the time.

I think it's fully impossible to write all 16 characters or the island perfectly, especially when we don't know everything behind everyone... but I've known some people who certainly got a great handle on a few.

#soph talking bugsnax #im not mad btw #this is an uncontrollable part of fandom #but its genuinely decided who i continue to talk to

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smallblueandloud · 6 months

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next up on the list of Writing Lessons Essbie Has To Keep Relearning: it turns out that warmups are NOT fake and they ARE, in fact, extremely useful for getting the juices flowing

#sb and l rambles #sb and l is writing #fic: sidenote #fic: it's time to meet the muppets #i wrote 500 words of silly librarians fic and now i can progress the muppets fic? just like that?#fucked up if true

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moondal514 · 4 months

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Yuletide 2023 Fic Rec List

*edit 01/01/2024*: added the writers now that reveals have happened

What it says on the tin. Below is a fic rec list of some fics from @yuletidetreasure’s 2023 collection that I’ve enjoyed, though first I must rec the 2 wonderful fics I’ve received as gifts:

Your Kindness Would Be My Release by Inhammer

Last night, or maybe tonight, Agamemnon tells me we should arrive in Argos the next day. His kingdom. The place of my final visions, where I finally meet her. Clytemnestra.

Wonderful Cassandra pov

Palímpsēstos by DachOsmin/ @dachosmin

I am standing on the walls. The wind blowing off the sea is salt-bitter in between my teeth, like the tears I will cry on the day that I meet you. There are ships in the harbor.

Beautifully written Cassandra-centric prose poem that I’m still picking up my jaw from the floor after reading

Fandom: The Oresteia

Turn Thy Wrath Aside by Moondal (yours truly)

Mortals wants mattered little in the face of the desires of the gods. How could a single woman wield such power?

Clytemnestra and Helen as mirrors.

Tragic character study of these 2 sisters

Fandom: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

saint sebastian, filled with arrows by narqueen

Coriolanus stares at it. Then he stares at her. She can see his imprecision again, the flicker of something untrustworthy beneath all the gold hair and famous lineage. “What should I do with it?” he asks, pliant, one last bid for direction.

Lucy Gray kisses him again. “Come back to me,” she orders. “Do whatever you have to do to come back to me, Coriolanus Snow.”

(Coriolanus Snow wins the 10th annual Hunger Games with the help of his mentor, Lucy Gray Baird.)

Role-swap with wonderfully consistent characterization

The Preference for Survival by samalander/ @intosnarkness

It may have been a kindness, but it doesn't change the fact that Lysistrata was the only one of her classmates who had to draw blood.

Fantastic Lysistrata Vickers character study

Fandom: Goncharov

Guess Who's Coming to Naples by DreamerInSilico/ @dreamerinsilico

The Muppet family would like to have a word.

The Goncharov fandom would like to have several squees.

Some fandom Discord reactions to the announcement of the very real Muppet remake of the best movie of all time, Goncharov (1973)

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Goncharov by berlincorpography/ @berlincorpography

i don’t know, writing a paper with her could be… fun?

i mean, what’s the worst that can happen?

* * *

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Fuck you

M–

If you think we’re citing fucking Samuel Kline[...]

[three paragraphs snipped – click to expand]

A hilarious tale of academic rivalry

Fandom: Tosca

recondita armonia by Ladybug_21

They should not be growing so close, Floria thinks. Famous though she has become, she and Mario are from different worlds and irreconcilable backgrounds. And yet somehow she feels they complement each other, balance each other out through some subtle harmony.

Floria and Mario, before.

Fantastic backstory for Tosca and Mario

Fandom: Babel

Homophony in Oriental Silver-Work and Applications for Non-Logographic Scripts: A Case Study in English, Using Kreyòl, French, Gaelige, and Scots Gaelic by mercuryandglass/ @mercuryandglass

Abstract:

Based on the techniques described by Dejima (1836, 1845, and 1848) regarding collaborative manifestation using homophonous links (homophony chains) occasionally seen in the Oriental tradition of silver-work, this paper describes the adaptation and combination of two existing match-pairs, one from Haitian Creole (Kreyòl) to English through French (Desgraves 1846), and one from Scottish Gaelic (Scots Gaelic) to Irish Gaelic (Gaeilge) (O’Nell 1839 and 1843), in order to demonstrate the efficacy of the Oriental technique for homophony chains when used with languages that do not make use of logographies, such as English.

Super cool in-universe academic paper

#fic rec #fic rec list #yuletide #thg #greek mythology #babel #tosca #goncharov #moonie writes

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