Attached At The Hip

Where Is It?

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets tired of Logan asking where things are

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Inspired by a scene from The King of Queens, this is my first Logan Sargeant Fanfic

Logan has been dating his girlfriend, Y/N, since his Formula 2 days, he has been living with Y/N since he started Formula 1, moved into her apartment, and yet Logan keeps asking where things are. At first it was fine but it started getting out of hand.

1st Week Living Together

Logan wanted to make Y/N breakfast but he didn't know where anything was. He didn't want to mess anything up so he went into the living room.

"Baby, where's the waffle iron?" Logan asked. Y/N looked at him

"Oh, it's in the pantry, here." Y/N got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, and opened the pantry. "So i keep the pancake mix on this shelf next to the syrup, the waffle iron is in this drawer along the base of the blenders if you wanted to make yourself a smoothie. The blenders should be on this shelf, okay." Y/N said, pointing to everything, showing Logan where everything was.

"Okay, thank you, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Logan said.

"Aw, thank you, mi principe." Y/N said, kissing his cheek.

2nd Week

Logan was tryng to open a package but he couldn't find scissors.

"Honey, where are the scissors?" Logan shouted from the living room.

"Check the cupboard in the living room! should be in the drawer next to my sewing machine!" Y/N yelled from their bedroom.

"Thank you!" Logan shouted when he found them and opened his package.

6 Months

Logan came back from his morning run (I’m guessing) and he wanted to make a smoothie. He took a quick shower and entered the kitchen where he slaw Y/N making herself eggs. Logan kissed her and started pulling out the protein powder, frozen fruits, milk, but he was missing something.

“Babe, where’s the blender?” Logan asked, Y/N flipped her egg, and turned around to look at Logan.

“Where do you think it is, principe?” Y/N asked.

“I have no idea, that’s why I’m asking you.” Logan said, Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it out for him. “Here you go.” Y/N said, going back to the stove to serve the egg on her plate.

Present Day

Y/N was in the dining room, using the table to make a custom corset that someone ordered from her. When she finished pinning the pattern to the fabric, she got out her fabric scissors to cut it when Logan came in.

“Honey, where are the…? Oh, can I use the scissors when you’re done?” Logan asked.

“No! These are my fabric scissors, use the other ones.” Y/N said.

“That’s what I came here for, to ask you where the scissors are.” Logan said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“No puede ser, we have been living together for 1 and a half and you still don’t know where the scissors are?” Y/N asked. Logan shook his head. “The scissors are in the same place they have always been, I have never moved it once, and yet you keep asking me where they are. Not to mention the blender, the waffle iron, the pens, your keys. I’ll tell you what, cariño, I have been a tour guide in my own apartment long enough. Too many precious moments have been wasted showing you where things are, just learn! Learn! Or at least actually look for them before you ask me. I mean, what if I was on vacation? How would you make your protein smoothies? How would you make waffles? How you cut anything ever again? Would you just sit here weeping and soiling yourself until somebody came in to help you. No you wouldn’t, you would *gasp* remember where something is. Now, just this once, find where the scissors are, come on, I know you can do it, you’re a smart boy, Amor.”

“I’m not a golden retriever, Y/N.” Logan said.

“TikTok disagrees. Now again, where are the scissors?” Y/N said. Logan stopped for a second, trying to remember where Y/N said they were before. He walked into the living room and Y/N followed behind him observing. “Well, you’re on the right room” Logan nodded, he was off to a great start. He walked to the cupboard and opened a drawer.

“I got ‘em.” Logan said, showing Y/N the scissors.

“You got ‘em. That wasn’t so hard, right, mi vida?” Y/N asked him.

“Not really, no.” Logan responded.

“Good boy.” Y/N walked into the dining room to cut the fabric and Logan followed her. As Y/N was cutting the fabric, she felt Logan staring at her. “What do you need now, Logan?”

“Tape.” Logan responded,

“Oh que la…” Y/N said rubbing her temples. “Just look for them.” Y/N responded as calmly as she can. Logan left and she continues to cut the fabric. When he finished cutting out the pieces, Logan came back with tape in his hands. “Finally!”

“I’m sorry that I keep asking you where things are.” Logan said.

“I accept your apology. Now leave me alone for the next few hours, I gotta sew this together.” Y/N said,

“You got it.” Logan said, kissing Y/N before going to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, let me know if you want more! @r0nnsblog @charli123456789

It is such a cute story and there are random times during the day, like today, that I think about this fic specifically

I remember that fight, 2:30 am

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom worries about your relationship when he realizes you never fight

Masterlist

“Look at this picture she just sent me.” Tom smiled proudly as he showed his phone to Harrison. Harrison looked over and saw a picture you had texted Tom of you and Tessa in your bed. “We can’t wait for you to come home” was written under the picture.

“I hate you.” Harrison scoffed and looked away.

“You’re just jealous.” Tom sighed happily as he went to text you back.

“Yeah. I am jealous. You have the most unrealistically perfect relationship any of us have ever seen and insist on rubbing it in our faces on a daily basis.” Harrison said with a roll of his eyes.

“More like hourly basis.” Harry added.

“I can’t help it.” Tom shrugged. “I’m in love.”

“We know.” Tuwaine mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I can’t even blame him. I’d probably be the same way if I fell in love.” Harry said as he looked around at the group.

“Really? You haven’t been in love before?” Tuwaine asked in surprised.

“Never. Not even close.” Harry shrugged. “I never date a girl long enough to fall in love. I guess I have pretty high standards.”

“I don’t. My dick has led me places I wouldn’t even go with a gun.” Tuwaine said, making all the boys roll their eyes.

“Oh God.” Harrison chuckled and covered his face. Tuwaine smiled proudly at the reaction he got until he noticed Sam wasn’t laughing.

“What’s wrong with you? That was hilarious and you didn’t even crack a smile. You’ve been quiet all night.” Tuwaine asked as he nudged Sam.

“Sorry guys. I’m just a little distracted. I think Chrissy and I broke up. We had a huge fight last night.” Sam frowned and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You guys are great together.” Harry assured his brother.

“I don’t know about this time. It was really bad. Like really bad.” Sam sighed.

“I’m sure it wasn’t bad enough for a breakup.” Tom tried to comfort him.

“I don’t know. You know when you have one of those huge blowout fights that come out of nowhere?” Sam asked sadly.

“Not really.” Tom shrugged.

“Yes you do. It’s like when you say one thing that’s kinda uncalled for and she has a comeback that pisses you off and then you get smart with her and just starting bringing up shit that has nothing to do with the original fight.”

“Yep.” Harrison nodded. “And then you forget what the fight was even about because you’re way more focused on winning the fight then actually listening to her. You know those fights.”

“No.” Tom realized. “I don’t know those fights.”

“Tom, come on. It’s just us. You can be real with us.” Harrison assured him.

“I am being real.” Tom insisted. “We don’t fight like that.”

“You’ve had to have one of those fights that makes you want to break up and start over with someone else until you’ve calmed down and you’re like “oh wait, I love her. I’m lost without her”. And then you beg for forgiveness because being right isn’t worth losing her.”

“We don’t fight like that.” Tom shook his head. “We don’t really fight at all.”

“Ever?” Tuwaine asked skeptically.

“No. Never.”

“Come on. All couples fight.” Sam insisted.

“Not us. I value her opinion, even if it’s different from mine. I listen to what she has to say and she does the same for me. No fights break out when you know how to communicate.” Tom said with a proud shrug. He thought he would impress the boys, but instead, everyone looked at each other and laughed.

“What? What’s funny?” Tom wondered.

“Tom, it doesn’t matter how well you communicate. Fights are always gonna happen. They cannot be avoided.” Harrison told him.

“Not necessarily.” Tom shrugged.

“Yes necessarily.” Harrison insisted. “Because sometimes, you just need to yell. You just need to disagree and scream at someone. And sometimes you’re actually mad at your significant other and sometimes, they just happened to be there when you needed to let out some steam. It happens. Then you apologize and get over it. But it still happened.”

“Sometimes you don’t apologize. And then they hold on to it. And then they start to hate you.” Harry said with a grimace.

“Yep. Girls are really good at remembering things because they used to gather berries in caveman time. It’s in the DNA. They can pin pint every thing you’ve ever done wrong and every time you didn’t apologize. It’s scary how intelligent they are.” Tuwaine added.

“Tell me about it.” Sam sighed.

“Maybe that’s your girlfriends, but Y/n is different.” Tom told them. “She’s intelligent but she doesn’t use it against me. We just don’t fight.”

“There is no way you and Y/n don’t fight. All couples fight.” Harry insisted.

“Not us. I guess we’re just perfect.” Tom said with another smug expression. Everyone laughed again and Tom’s smile dropped.

“What? What is your problem this time?” Tom groaned.

“Tom, if you’re not fighting, something is wrong.” Tuwaine told him.

“What? Nothings wrong. Why would you think that?” Tom asked his friends.

“Because no two people, no matter how much they love each other, get along 100% of the time. If you’re not fighting, something is missing.” Harry said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Like what?” Tom began to worry.

“Maybe she doesn’t pick fights because she doesn’t see the point.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah. Maybe she says everything is okay when it really isn’t because she doesn’t think a fight is worth it.” Tuwaine agreed. Tom thought about what they said and slowly put things together.

“You mean… she doesn’t think I’m worth it, don’t you?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Harry said with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh.” Tom said and looked down at the floor. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as all the boys looked at each other.

“You know what I was thinking about the other day? The apartment from ICarly. It was huge and had multiple floors, including a huge studio. It was right across the hallway from Freddie’s apartment but I think his was just one floor. How did Spencer, a freelance artist, afford such a big place?” Harry asked to change the subject. All the boys started talking about how they afforded it while Tom continued to stare at the floor, deep in thought.

Around 2 am, Tom pulled into his driveway and went inside his house. You were sitting on the couch with Tessa on your lap and an old romantic comedy on the TV. Tom stood in the doorway for a minute and watched you, getting a sad feeling in his chest. It was a Friday night and you were watching a romantic movie alone while he went out with his friends. One of you had to be home to watch Tessa and you had offered to do it so that Tom could have a night out. It made him sad to think of you putting on the movie and watching it by yourself with no one to laugh along with. It wasn’t the first time you stayed home with the dog so that Tom could stay out all night either. It was a common occurrence but Tom couldn’t remember if he had ever thanked you for doing that. He knew you should be pissed off at him, but somehow weren’t.

“Hey.” Tom said as he joined you on the couch. He kissed you hello before kissing Tessa some scratches behind the ear.

“Hey. How was it?” You asked as you hit pause on your movie.

“It was good. It’s always nice to see them.” Tom said as he noticed the half eaten bowl of popcorn on the table. If he had stayed home with you, the bowl would’ve been empty because you would’ve had someone to share it with. Instead, he had left you there all alone, making his guilt build.

“Sorry I didn’t text you about how late I’d be.” He said as he tore his eyes away from the bowl.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you had fun.”

“I did. But still. I should’ve been more considerate and told you when to expect me home so you weren’t sitting up waiting for me all night.“ Tom said as he carefully watched your reaction to see if you were upset.

“I don’t mind waiting up. I just like to know you made it home safe.”

“Well thank you. And thank you for watching Tessa too. I really appreciate it.” Tom said before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“Aw. You’re welcome.” You smiled and rested your head on his chest. Tom rested his head on top of yours as another sinking feeling settled in his stomach. You seemed so happy to hear him say he appreciated you, which made him realize how little he said that. He picked the remote off your lap and hit play on the movie so that you could finish it together.

The next day, Tom was playing video games on the couch while you hastily gathered your things and threw them into your bag.

“I’m running super late. Can you put the dishwasher on after you eat?” You asked as you frantically buttoned your coat.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tom replied without looking up from his screen.

“Thanks. And can you take the chicken out if the freezer around 5? It should be defrosted by the time I get home.”

“No problem.”

“You’re the best. Bye. Love you.“ You kissed Tom’s head before running out of the house.

“Love you.” He called back and went back to his game.

A few hours later, Tom heard the front door open. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch as he fiddled with the buttons on his controller.

“Hi honey. I’m home.” You said as you walked over to the couch to kiss Tom hello.

“Hi. How was work?” Tom asked you.

“I’ve had better days. I’m just happy to be home. It was a long day.” You sighed and set your bag down. You opened the dishwasher to get out some plates and saw that it was exactly the way you left it that morning.

“Oh.” You said and shut the door.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“You didn’t run the dishwasher?” You asked him with a disappointment smile.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.” Tom realized as he got off the couch.

“It’s okay. I’ll run it now. We can just use bowls for dinner.” You sighed and got some bowls out of the cabinet.

“Right…..Dinner.” Tom gulped and looked at the empty counter top.

“You didn’t take the chicken out, did you?” You asked when you heard his tone.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve been so wrapped up in my game. We can take it out now.” Tom tried to fix his mistake and got the chicken out of the freezer.

“Yeah. We can. But it’s not defrosted so it’s not really gonna do much.”

“I’m sorry.” Tom realized you were right and put the chicken back.

“Yeah. You said that.” You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes. Tom nervously chewed his lip as he looked at you, sure that you were gonna yell this time.

“It’s fine. I probably would’ve forgotten too. I should’ve written it down for you.” You said after a minute.

“No. It’s my fault.” Tom insisted. “I should’ve done what you asked me to do.”

“We can just order Chinese food or something.” You shrugged and pulled your phone out to place the order.

“Are you mad?”

“No. I’m not mad.” You replied, making Tom frown. He knew you should be mad and was worried that you weren’t. He thought about the conversation he had with his friends the day before and gulped.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you are. You can yell at me. I can take it.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you.” You laughed like that was silly to suggest.

“But you had a long day and you’re exhausted and you had to come home to see that I didn’t do any of the things you asked me to do because I was sitting on my ass playing video games all day.” Tom said, growing slightly frustrated now over that fact that you weren’t frustrated.

“It’s fine, Tom. I’m too tired to cook anyway. It’s actually better that we’re ordering food.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” Tom asked skeptically, almost hoping you’d say yes.

“I’m sure. Besides, we have that dinner with my parents on Friday. The restaurant is literally known for the chicken. We don’t want to get sick of eating chicken before the dinner.”

“Okay. You’re right.” Tom nodded and sat back down. He watched as you started the dishwasher and let out a little sigh. If you were angry over this, his worried his friends might be right about you not thinking he was worth it.

Come Thursday, Tom had to go to set for a reshoot. He promised you he’d be back in time for dinner with your parents and had every intention of keeping his promise. But when he got home early Saturday morning and found you sitting alone at the kitchen table, he realized he fucked up.

“Oh my God. The dinner. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.” Tom covered his mouth his mouth with his hand.

“I know.” You said without looking up at him.

“How was it? Were your parents mad?” Tom asked as he slid into the seat across from you.

“No. I told them you were sick.”

“Oh. Okay.” Tom nodded and watched your face carefully for a reaction. You finally looked up at him and sucked in a sharp breath before letting out a frustrated laugh.

“You know, this dinner was really important to me. I’ve been talking about it all week. I put it on the calendar with a huge circle around it. And I put a reminder on your phone. You promised me you wouldn’t miss it. You promised you’d get home on time. How could you forget?”

“I don’t know. I’m so so sorry. We were doing this one scene and it kept going wrong and we finally got it right but then the audio cut out and we had to do it all over again. I’m so sorry. I should’ve called you as soon as we went overtime.”

“Yeah. That would’ve been nice.” You rolled your eyes and got up from the table. This was the first time you were showing actual annoyance with Tom and he was starting ti get nervous.

“Can we reschedule? Maybe we can go out with them tomorrow.” Tom suggested in a desperate attempt to make things right.

“They leave tomorrow, Tom.” You sighed. “They were only in town for a few days. I’ve told you this.”

“Right. I’m sorry.” He said again as he watched your face. You looked at him for a minute and he thought you might scream, but you just sighed instead.

“It’s fine.“ You said and started to walk away.

“Are you mad?” Tom asked as he followed after you.

“No. I’m not mad.” You replied, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“Why not?” He asked, sounding a little annoyed. You turned around and looked at him in surprise.

“Why not?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah. Why aren’t you mad?”

“Um, do you want me to be mad?” You asked with a confused laugh.

“Yes! I do actually!” Tom raised his voice. “I want you to be mad. I want you to yell at me. I did a really shitty thing to you and it wasn’t okay. You should be mad at me.”

“Fine, Tom. You know what? I am mad at you.”

“Then why aren’t you yelling at me?” Tom shouted, making your face fall.

“Why are you yelling at me? What did I do wrong?” You asked quietly.

“You didn’t know anything wrong. I’m just frustrated. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Tom said in a softer tone as he approached you. He reached out to touch you but you took a step back.

“But you did.” You said as you held yourself in your arms. Tom noticed your behavior and stepped back to give you space.

“Because you never do.” Tom said quietly. “Don’t you think it’s weird that we never fight?”

“We never fight because I don’t want to us fight. I could scream at you every time you do something shitty, but I don’t want to do that. I let it go specifically for the sake of avoiding a fight.”

“But that’s not healthy. You can’t just repress your feelings every time I piss you off. You need to let that out. You need to start a fight.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to fight.” You said as you tried to walk away again. Tom followed after you, not ready to drop the topic yet.

“Why not?” Tom shouted. “Why don’t you ever want to fight?”

“Because I’m sick of fighting! I’ve been fighting my whole life! I’m over it. I’m done. I don’t want to do that anymore, okay? I don’t want to fight anyone ever again.” You shouted back, stunning Tom to silence. It was the first time you had ever raised your voice at him and he didn’t know how to react. You both blinked in surprise as a silence settled in the room.

“What are you talking about?” Tom asked quietly.

“Nothing.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “Can we just drop this? Please?”

“I can’t drop this. I need to know why we never fight. Because if it’s for the reason I think it is then I need to know that right now.”

“What reason are you thinking?” You frowned and folded your arms. Tom looked at you for a second as he chewed his bottom lip.

“My friends put this idea in my head that maybe….” He trailed off and looked down at the ground.

“Maybe you don’t fight with me because you don’t think this relationship is worth fighting for.” Tom said without looking up. He held his breath as he anxiously waited for you to confirm his worse nightmares. Instead, he heard soft footsteps as you walked over to him. You placed your hands on either side of his face and lifted it up so he could look at you.

“Tommy, that’s no true. That’s not true at all.” You said in a soft voice as you rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks.

“Then why don’t you fight for us?” He asked quietly.

“Come here.” You nodded towards the couch before taking him by the hand and sitting down with him. You held on to his hand and closed your eyes as he looked at you expectantly.

“My dad used to yell a lot.” You said and slowly looked up at Tom. He gave you a gentle nod to assure you that he was ready to listen.

“He didn’t like me. He used to, at some point. But once I hit puberty, he didn’t like me anymore. Once I started having my own opinions and my own personality, he stopped liking me. I don’t really know what happened but something just changed. We used to do these “daddy daughter day” things where’d we’d spend the day together. Now I dread being alone in a room with him. I can’t talk to him. It’s like I don’t even know him. He feels like a total stranger and I literally have to struggle to make small talk. And part of me is sad because he tries to talk to me but I don’t really know what to say back. He makes an effort to start conversations but I barely say anything. I feel bad about it but I know why I do it and I can’t stop.”

“Why do you do it?” Tom asked quietly as he squeezed your hand.

“Because I resent him. I resent him so much.” You admitted as an embarrassed tear fell down your face. Tom wiped your tear with his free hand and continued to listen.

“He was always so loud. Always yelling, always picking fights, always screaming and throwing things and banging on walls. He never hit any of us but sometimes, I really thought he would. It was so easy to set him off. I never wanted to say anything as a kid because I was so scared of sending him into another yelling rage. It’s scary watching a grown man scream and punch tables and slam doors. It was scary when I was little and it’s scary now. That’s why I can’t speak to him. I hate him for scaring me my whole life. I hate him for how loud and angry he was. No matter what he does now, I will never forget what he did back then. He’s given me everything I ever needed but he was mean. He was a mean man. And I never, ever wanted to be like him. That’s why I don’t yell at you or raise my voice. I never want to scare you the way he scared me. I never want to make you feel the way he made me feel. And I never wanted you to raise your voice at me in return. That’s why I don’t pick fights or get mad at you. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to yell or scream. I don’t want to be like my parents. I resented my mom for staying with him. I resented her for allowing him to stay because I knew, even as a little kid, I knew that your partner isn’t supposed to treat you that way. You shouldn’t have to be scared in your own home. You shouldn’t have to get scolded by a grown ass man for making a decision. I hated their relationship and promised myself I would never end up like them. So I’m sorry if it bothers you that I don’t yell. I’m sorry if you want us to fight. But I can’t fight you, Tom. I don’t have any fight left.”

You sat in silence for a moment and held your breath for every second of it. You braced yourself for the goodbye, because that was all you had even known, but Tom caught you by surprise. He reached out and put his hand on your face, slowly tilting it up to look at him.

“We don’t have to fight, baby doll. Not if you don’t want to. But if I do something wrong, you need to tell me. And you can do that without raising your voice or starting a fight. But you can’t just let me get away with things for the sake of keeping the peace. Because if you keep doing that, you’re just gonna end up resenting me too.”

“I know. I know that deep down.” You sighed. “But I just don’t want to risk it. I don’t want to correct you because I don’t want you to react badly. What I do works. We don’t fight. We don’t go to bed angry. And we don’t scream at each other. It works.”

“It works for now. But it won’t work forever. What I did today, missing the dinner with your parents, that was a really shitty thing to do. It’s even worse now that I know how nervous your dad makes you. I should’ve been there.”

“Yeah. You should’ve.” You smiled sadly.

“And next time, I will be.” He promised you. “And I’m gonna start doing things the first time you ask me too. And texting you when I know I’ll be out late. I’m going to be a better boyfriend for you. I’m gonna be a better man.”

“I’d like that.” You said as your sad smile turned into a hopeful one.

“Me too.” Tom returned the smile. “And since we’re talking about things the other does, I just have one little complaint.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

“You leave every single cabinet-“

“Don’t start.” You immediately cut him off.

“-open and I just don’t understand it.” He continued. “I don’t understand why you can’t just close them when you’re done.”

“If I’m gonna go in there again later, why would I close it?”

“You do this with the drawers too in our bedroom. They’re all open. All the time.”

“Because I’m gonna go back in there later.”

“So close it and open it up when you need it go back in there.”

“Why would I do that when I could just leave it open?” You shrugged, making Tom rub his tired eyes.

“Oh my God. You were right. We should just keep all of this inside.” He said through a tired laugh. You laughed as well and felt the tension in the room dissipate.

“I’ll close the cabinets if it means that much to you.” You told him as you squeezed his hand.

“And I’ll kill your dad if it means that much to you.” He said in the same gentle tone.

“I would appreciate that.” You laughed, making Tom laugh as well.

“So we’re good?” He asked hopefully.

“We’re good.” You told him. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll do better.”

The next day, Tom came home late to find you on the couch with Tessa asleep in your lap. He put his hand over his mouth when he realized he went back on the promises you made just mere hours ago.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I totally forgot to text you. I’m so…” Tom trailed off when he looked around the kitchen as saw multiple drawers and cabinets open. He looked at you and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“We’ll start tomorrow.” You said in unison.

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Ex-Girlfriend

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles’s ex girlfriend is somehow ALWAYS there

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: inspired by Ex-Girlfriend by Melissa KB. I believe since Charles Leclerc and Charlotte Sine still follow each other on Instagram, it’s perfect.

Y/N doesn’t consider herself to be the jealous type but there is just one little thing that Charles does that make her a little wary, and that’s being in contact with his ex. Now at first, she didn’t mind that Charles followed his ex on social media, he isn’t in her likes and viceversa, but it wasn’t until his ex started showing up everywhere they went.

It happened when Charles invited Y/N over to his mom’s house because she was hosting her birthday party. It was the first time she was going to meet Pascale so Y/N wore her best outfit that was appropriate for the occasion.

“Muñeco, i’m nervous, this is my first time meeting someone’s mom.” Y/N said, Charles turned her around so she could face him.

“My mom will love you, and she will love the dessert you brought.” Charles said.

“Yeah, I figured alfajores would be good, who doesn’t like caramel?” Y/N said, Charles giggled before knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal his mother.

“Oh Charles, you made it!” Pascale said, hugging Charles and kissing him on the cheek,

“Hi maman, this is Y/N.” Charles said.

“Oh Y/N, I have heard so much about you, let’s bring this to the kitchen.” Pascale said, holding Y/N’s hand to bring her inside and Y/N followed her into the kitchen. “So there is plenty of food but we won’t eat until later.”

“My family does the same thing.” Y/N commented.

“Charles, dear, introduce Y/N to the guests, get her comfortable.” Pascale said,

“Yes maman, lets go, Mon coeur.” Charles said, guiding Y/N with his hand on her back. Y/N was meeting everyone, and it was all going great until..

“Charles! It’s so good to see you.” A pretty, thin, brunette said, hugging Charles. “Who’s this?”

“It’s good to see you too, Charlotte. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Charles said, moving his hand so now his arm was around Y/N

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N said, shaking Charlotte’s hand.

“You too, you’re so pretty.” Charlotte said.

“Thank you…so how do you and Charles know each other?” Y/N asked and Charles scratched the back of his head.

“Oh we dated for 3 years.” Charlotte said and Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and she turned to Charles and then back at Charlotte. “Well, have fun, you two look adorable together, it was nice meeting you.” Charlotte said before kissing Y/N on the cheek and she went off to mingle. Y/N turned to Charles, with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Your ex was invited to your mom’s birthday party? You still talk to your ex?” Y/N asked.

“No, I don’t talk to her, her parents were friends with mine, and it looks like our mom’s still keep in touch.” Charles said,

“But did you hear her? ‘You two look adorable together’, like how condescending could a girl be?” Y/N said. Charles laughed a little.

“But mon ange, you are adorable, that nose scrunch you do is adorable.” Charles said, cupping Y/N’s face to kiss her nose and Y/N did the nose scrunch. “You see? Adorable! Now come on, I think you deserve some food after seeing Cha.” Charles said, Y/N stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “Charlotte, I mean Charlotte.”

“Okay let’s go, I want alfajores.” Y/N said and Charles lead her into the kitchen for food.

The couple saw Charlotte other times at the mall, the grocery store, movie theater, ice cream shop, basically everywhere they went. However the last straw when Charles and Y/N were out for lunch.

“We should get dessert before we leave.” Charles said

“Well if you’re offering, I kinda want the chocolate cheesecake.” Y/N said.

“I want the tiramisu.” Charles said.

“We always got tiramisu after lunch, glad to see that didn’t change.” Charlotte said, appearing behind Y/N, she turned to face Charlotte.

“Charlotte, so great to see you.” Y/N faces Charles mouthing the words “Why is she here?” Charles shrugged. “What are you doing here, Charlotte?”

“Oh I just wanted to get a quick lunch, I’ll leave you two to it.” Charlotte said.

“Why don’t you join us?” Charles asked and Y/N kicked his shin under the table. “Merde, Y/N.” Charles said, soothing his shin.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I could get another table.” Charlotte said.

“You’re not sitting by yourself, pull up a chair,” Charles insisted, Charlotte pulled up a chair and sat in between Charles and Y/N, leaning closer to Charles, what a surprise.

“So, dessert?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, I’ll order for us.” Charles said, as he got the waiter’s attention and ordered dessert, letting Charlotte order her food. When Charles’s and Y/N’s dessert came, Charlotte was talking about her relationship with Charles.

“Charles actually let me drive his race car one time, it was so exciting.” Charlotte reminisces. “Has he taken You out in his F1 car yet?”

“I haven’t.” Y/N responded curtly, taking another forkful of chocolate cheesecake, finishing her dessert, and stared at Charles.

“Well I’m sure he’ll take you out someday, he would take me out on his yacht, we’d go scuba diving, hiking, shopping, we had some fun times.” Charlotte said, trying to hold Charles’s hand but he moved his hand away.

“Charlotte, it was so good seeing you, I’ll ask for the check, and pay for your lunch, but Y/N and I have to head out.” Charles said, getting up from the table, pulling Y/N’s chair out so she could get up as well.

“Oh okay, I’ll see you later then.” Charlotte said. Y/N waited for Charles to pay before they left the restaurant. Once they were in the car, charles turned on the radio.

“Okay, let it out.” Charles said and Y/N screamed.

“Like why was she here? I get that Monaco is small but COME ON! It’s not natural to bump into your exes this much. Also the whole ‘i drove his race car, did you drive his race car?’ Like she was fucking comparing relationships, what the hell was that about?” Y/N ranted.

“I know, Mon ange, I know.” Charles said.

“And you! You invited her to sit with us! You didn’t say anything when she talked about the past! You just sat there, eating your tiramisu without a care in the world.” Y/N said.

“I couldn’t tell her anything, Y/N, that would have been rude.” Charles said.

“There is nothing rude about setting boundaries with your ex, Charles.” Y/N said.

When they made it to Charles apartment, Y/N noticed something on the floor that she hasn’t noticed before. A gold bracelet with a ‘C’ charm, Charles only wears silver jewelry and he always has those APM Monaco bracelets so it’s not his, and it is most certainly not hers.

“Muñeco, who’s bracelet is this?” Y/N asked, holding up the bracelet she found on the floor. Charles turned around to look at it.

“Putain, it’s Charlotte’s.” Charles admitted,

“Charlotte’s? You guys broke up a year ago! How is this still here?” Y/N asked.

“I guess she forgot it here and never realized it was missing.” Charles said.

“Okay, we clearly need to have a conversation. Listen, I’m not the jealous type, I’m not too fond of the emotion, but there needs to be boundaries. You can’t just invite her to sit with us whenever she is in the same place as we are. That’s making her believe that you two might have a chance in the future, it just can’t happen again, Charles.” Y/N said,

“But you knew i had exes before we started dating, I don’t understand why you’re acting this way towards Charlotte, we ended on good terms.” Charles said.

“Well i didn’t think I would bump into her so often, I never bumped into Giada, why the hell am I bumping into Charlotte? But I’m serious, Charles, boundaries.” Y/N said.

So the next day, Charles messaged Charlotte on Instagram to return her bracelet, meeting up at the same restaurant.

“Glad you can meet me here,” Charles said, sitting at Charlotte’s table,

“I was a little surprised you DM’d me, to be honest. So what’s up?” Charlotte asked,

“Well I’m here to return your bracelet.” Charles said, showing her the gold bracelet.

“Is that all? Surely you didn’t text me just to return a bracelet a completely forgot about.” Charlotte said.

“There’s more…” Charles said.

“I knew it! You broke up with Y/N didn’t you?” Charlotte asked.

“What? No! Charlotte, there needs to be boundaries between us. You are my ex, it’s okay that we say ‘hi’ when we see each other but that’s it. Also, you can’t come to my mom’s house whenever my mom invites your mom, it’s weird. I blame myself for leading you on yesterday, I guess, and I am sorry about that, but it makes Y/N uncomfortable so if you see me with her out and about in Monaco, don’t say anything.” Charles said.

“Um yeah, yeah, that’s fine, I understand.” Charlotte said.

“Good, bye.” Charles said and he left without a second glance. Once he was in his car, he unfollowed Charlotte and removed her as a follower as well on Instagram. He made it to his apartment and found Y/N baking.

“Hey, I woke up and you were gone, where did you go?” Y/N asked, placing some dough in the oil.

“Clearing something up with an old friend. What are you making? I thought there weren’t any orders for today.” Charles said

“There isn’t, I just really wanted picarones. I would ask if you wanted one but Andrea would kill me.” Y/N said. Charles hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek.

“I love you.” Charles said,

“I love you too.” Y/N said. “Would you help me made the picarones? You can roll the dough and make the shape, I’ll just fry them.”

“I Can do that.” Charles said.

The next time Charles saw Charlotte was when him and Y/N were grocery shopping. And keeping true to her promise, Charlotte didn’t say hi to them, she knew it was for the best though.

“Hey Muñeco, think I need more flour or do we have enough?” Y/N asked. Charles looked at their cart.

“We have more than enough, Mon coeur, let’s go pay.” Charles said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

Puppy Love

Paring: Henry Cavill X Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Henry Cavill walking Kal and when Kal runs off, he meets a woman who has a dog that looks just like his…

Warning: no translated Spanish, spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: it’s based off the 1996 live action movie of 101 Dalmatians, they’re meet cute was ADORABLE

Henry was at home making breakfast when Kal walked in with his leash in his mouth, wagging his tail.

“What’s the matter, Bear, you want to go for a walk?” Henry asked, serving his breakfast on his plate. Kal barked as a reply. “I’ll eat first, then we’ll go for a walk.”

When Henry finished his breakfast, he pulled out his jacket form the closet and got everything he needed to take Kal on his walk. They left his house and the two were walking all calm until Kal spotted another Akita heading to the dog park with its owner and since halfway through the walk, Henry had Kal off leash (my dad does this with our dog though we tell him not to, Kal RAN to follow this mysterious Akita.

“Kal, come back here!” Henry started chasing after Kal, saying excuse me to everyone, trying to decline people who wanted photos with him as politely as he could.

Y/N was in the dog park with her Akita, Pucca, named after her favorite cartoon. Y/N had set up a picnic blanket since it’s such a beautiful day.

“You wanna play fetch, Pucca?” Y/N asked her dog and she barked as a response. She threw the back and when Pucca came back, Y/N was surprised that Pucca brought a friend who was also an Akita. “Well hello there, peludo.” Y/N began petting the fluffy dog and found his collar. “Hi Kal, where is your owner? Que tipo de persona deja a su perrito solito por aquí? Bueno, do you want a treat? Yeah right, I think you two deserve it.”

Y/N pulled out a bag of treats that she always carries and gave them two small treats each. “Fetch?” Y/N asked and she threw the ball, Pucca ran after it but Kal laid down on the grass, next to Y/N.

“Flojo.” Y/N said jokingly, letting Kal but that’s when she saw a big man try to take Pucca. “The fuck.” Y/N got up.

After getting stopped by a few people, Henry finally spotted his dog.

“There you are Kal! Don’t run off like that again, you are on a tight leash now.” Henry said, attaching the leash to ‘Kals’ collar. “Let’s go” Henry tried to move but the dog wasn’t moving. “I’m not happy right now, Kal, don’t make this difficult.” He reached down to carry the dog until he heard a woman’s voice.

“What are you doing with my dog?!?” The woman shouted.

“Listen miss, this is my dog.” Henry said.

“No she’s not, now put down MY dog before I slap you.” The woman said.

“This is my dog Kal.” Henry said.

“Oh you’re Kal’s owner. Well, that Akita’s name is Pucca.” Pointing to the dog Henry is carrying. “That Akita is Kal.” She said pointing to the Akita on the blanket a few feet away. “Can you put Pucca down now?”

“My apologies.” Henry said, immediately unclipping the leash and leaving Pucca on the ground and Pucca ran to join Kal. “I’m Henry.”

“I’m Y/N. How could you leave Kal unsupervised? What if there were actual dognappers in this park?” Y/N asked him.

“I didn’t leave him unsupervised, he ran off.” Henry asked.

“Well he clearly didn’t have a leash with him so muy responsable no es, verdad?” Y/N said.

“Well our dogs are unsupervised right now, you’re not very responsible either.” Henry said.

“It’s a dog park! As long as your dogs are trained and not reactive, they can roam around. I know most of the people on this park as well so I’m perfectly fine.” Y/N said. Henry and Y/N walked to where her blanket was and sat down so they could keep an eye on their dogs.

“Alright, I’m sorry for almost dognapping Pucca. What kind of name is that, by the way?” Henry asked and Y/N gasped offendedly

“Pucca is the name of an adorable cartoon girl that practices ninjitsu. What about Kal, hm?” Y/N asked.

“Kal is named after Superman, I played Clark Kent so I thought it was fitting.” Henry said.

“You played Clark Kent? Henry Cavill played Clark Kent in the Man of Steel movie.” Y/N said.

“I am Henry Cavill.” Henry said amused by the fact she doesn’t know who he is.

“Let me just Google this, one second. Holy shit, I just yelled at Henry Cavill, I am so sorry for suggesting you are a bad dog owner, I’m sure you’re not.” Y/N apologized and Henry laughed.

“How do you not recognize me?” Henry asked.

“Like I know you by name just not by face.” Y/N said (I admit that was me last year 😂😂)

“You never saw any of my movies?” Henry asked.

“Nope, should I watch your movies?” Y/N asked.

“Only if you want.” Henry replied and he looks at Kal playing with Pucca. “They see, to really like each other.”

“Well there aren’t many Akita owners, they aren’t for everyone.” Y/N commented.

“Since they get along really well, we should keep in touch.” Henry said, looking at Y/N.

“Are you trying to get my number, Superman?” Y/N asked.

“Yes I am. That way I could I also make it up to you.” Henry said.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, you already apologized.” Y/N said

“Well i still want to go on a date with the woman who was willing to slap me for her dog.” Henry said.

“I would have done worse too if i didn’t think you could beat my ass.” Y/N said and Henry chuckled.

“I would never lay a hand on a woman. So where would you like to eat?” Henry asked and Y/N giggled.

“Okay, coqueto, are all Hollywood actors this forward or just the British ones?” Y/N asked.

“Actually I think it’s just me.” Henry said and winked at the end of his sentence.

“In that case, i obviously like Latin food, but an Italian place would be good. Vámonos, Pucca!” Y/N yelled and Pucca moved her head and ran to Y/N to sit by her feet. Y/N told Henry to get up so she could fold the blanket.

“You wouldn’t leave without giving me your number, would you?” Henry asked.

“Give me your phone, coqueto.” Y/N said and Henry did just that. “There’s my number, call me whenever you want to set up a playdate or just a date. It was nice meeting you and Kal.” Y/N said and left with Pucca but stopped to pet Kal one more time before leaving the park completely.

“What do you think, Bear? Do we have a chance?” Henry asked and Kal barked, wagging his tail. “I thought so, let’s go home.”

The End

I think depending on the plot, Henry Cavill’s nicknames are going to be different

@warriormirkwood

I love what you write but Latinas are not like that

Hi! Thank you for saying that you like my writing, but as I said before, the Latina Y/Ns I write are based off me and what I know. I speak Spanish with my parents, when I’m with people who don’t speak Spanish, I will still use a Spanish phrase because it will sound better to me or I don’t know how to say it in English.

I know that not all Latinas are like the Y/N I write BUT she is like me. The way Y/N speaks is the way I speak. I, however, am a very Americanized Latina, the only culture I grew up with was the food, which is mainly Peruvian because my dad is Peruvian, the language, when I would visit my grandma in Mexico, and go to my aunt’s house which is actually VERY Mexican.

If you have suggestions for me to write a Latina Y/N more “realistic”, again, PLEASE DM ME

Lando Norris Masterlist

More fanfics coming soon!

One Shots

How many likes?

Shopping Trip

Blurbs

You’re On Speaker

Girlfriend Reveal

Bitch, What’s For Dinner?

Distance

Heyy can you write an oneshot of charles dating andrea (his personal trainer) daughter and how andrea would react

Ooh YES!! Imagine the drama, I love it. I hope this is what you wanted and if I wasn’t, hope you liked it anyway!

My Trainer’s Daughter

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader

Summary: Charles is dating Y/N Ferrari, the daughter of Andrea, in secret

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors.

A/N: i have loved getting requests from everyone, feel free to request any more ideas. And yes, the title is unoriginal, I know, I couldn’t think of anything.

The day Charles met Y/N Ferrari was a day he would never forget. It was when he was doing his winter training for the 2023 F1 season. He was supposed to meet Andrea at the training camp so he was surprised when he saw a woman he has never seen before on the treadmill.

“Excuse me, did you know you are trespassing?” Charles asked, Y/N stopped her treadmill and took off her headphones.

“Che cosa?” Y/N asked

“Stai sconfinando, vattene prima che chiami la sicurezza.” Charles threatened in Italian. The woman rolled her eyes and when Charles was about to say something, Andrea appeared.

“Ah Charles, i see you have met my daughter, Y/N.” Andrea said, gesturing at Y/N who smiled like she has won.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter. What is she doing here?” Charles asked.

“She was in Italy, I haven’t seen her since she moved out so I invited her. I hope you don’t mind.” Andrea said.

“But I’m supposed to film some shots for my blog.” Charles said.

“Calmati, bambola, i promise not to get in the way. You could always crop me out if that’s what you want.” Y/N said.

“Oh so you do speak English.” Charles said.

“Yeah I do,” Y/N said.

“Okay, let’s focus on your training, Charles. You’re doing great, cuore, ti amo.” Andrea said.

“Ti amo anch’io papà.” Y/N said, before she put on her headphones and continued to run on the treadmill.

Charles was staring at the woman, she was as fiery as she was beautiful. There were moments where he had to stop himself from staring too much because he was positive that Andrea would kill him. Y/N didn’t fall far behind, she was also staring at Charles during certain exercises, who wouldn’t stare at the beautiful monegasque? Both finished their exercises after 2 hours (I’m assuming)

“Great work, Charles. Y/N, you want to go grab food?” Andrea asked.

“Sure, papà, let me just pack my things. They have a shower her?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. Charles, show her please, I have to change and get my wallet from my room.” Andrea left the hotel gym which just leaves Charles and Y/N.

“Sorry about threatening you. It’s just this gym was booked for my session so when I saw you here, I thought you were a fan.” Charles explained.

“A fan on the treadmill? Why the hell would a fan be on the treadmill if they so desperately wanted to meet you?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know, to appear normal. Anyway, I’m sorry, I had no idea Andrea was your father.” Charles said.

“Don’t worry about it, bambola.” Y/N said.

“Why do you call me bambola?” Charles asked.

“Because you have a pretty face like a doll, hence the name bambola. These are the showers?” Y/N asked, pointing to the door.

“Yep, these are the showers.” Charles said,

“Alright, thank you, I’ll see you around Charles.” Y/N said, before entering the shower room.

“See you around, Y/N.” Charles said.

From that moment on, every time Charles had a training session with Andrea, Y/N would always be there. There were moments where Y/N and Charles would hang out alone and one of those hang outs led to a very important question.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Charles asked as Y/N was eating her pasta. She finished chewing and swallowed.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Y/N asked.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? A proper date.” Charles clarified.

“Oh bambola, my dad would kill you. His top client going out with his daughter? Can you imagine the drama that would ensue?” Y/N asked.

“Which is why it will be a secret.” Charles said.

“A secret? Oh yeah, because that always turns out so well,” Y/N commented sarcastically.

“Think about it, we can go out on a few date, if it doesn’t work out, we never have to tell Andrea.” Charles said.

“Okay, I can live with that, my dad would never have to know.” Y/N said.

“What do you mean he would never have to know? Are you saying you’re positive this won’t work out?” Charles asked.

“You literally said the same thing!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I was convincing you to go out with me!” Charles exclaimed back.

“Fine, we’ll go out. Tomorrow night sound alright for you?” Y/N asked.

“Yes it does.” Charles said.

Well that first date turned out to be such a success that they have actually been dating for 4 months which means it was time to tell Andrea. They were in the gym, Andrea was sitting down, scrolling on his phone.

“Good morning, Andrea, are you ready?” Charles asked.

“I am but i have one question.” Andrea stated. Charles nodded for him to continue. “Why the hell were you on a yacht with my daughter?” Andrea asked and shoved the phone in Charles’s face. “Care to explain?”

“That’s what we are here to tell you. Charles and I have been dating for 4 months.” Y/N said.

“Four months?!? And you’re telling me now?!?” Andrea exclaimed.

“I wanted to know if we would work first, he’s not really my type.” Y/N said.

“Excuse me, I’m not your type?” Charles asked offendedly.

“I’m trying to make him feel better, chill out bambola.” Y/N said turning to face Charles. She then faces her dad. “But charles has been a perfect gentleman. He holds the door open for me, he carries my bags when we go shopping, picks me up with flowers when we go on dates, he’s a great guy, papà.” Y/N said. Andrea stands up and goes over to Charles.

“If you hurt my little girl..” Andrea started

“I won’t, sir, I swear, I would rather quit Ferrari than hurt Y/N.” Charles said.

“Good answer. Now let’s get to training.” Andrea said

The moment Andrea found out they were dating, it was hilarious. Charles’s training sessions became more difficult.

“Can’t have my princess dating a weak man, now can i?” Andrea says and Y/N just watches as her father tortures her boyfriend. After Charles’s workout, Y/N goes to him.

“How you feeling, bambola?” Y/N asked him, rubbing his back.

“I’m fine, ma belle, your father is right, if I’m going to be your boyfriend and protect you, i can’t be weak.” Charles said,

“Ha ha, get up so we can get some food.” Y/N said,

When they travelled together, Andrea would give them a curfew, not just because of the race events Charles had, but because he’s such a protective dad.

“I want you two back here by midnight.” Andrea said.

“Yes papà.” Y/N said,

“Yes sir.” Charles said before the two left the hotel to go somewhere. “Your dad took us dating way better that I thought.”

“Tell me about it. I guess it comes with you two knowing each other for a long time since you started F1.” Y/N said.

“You’re right. So Mon ange, am I your type now?” Charles asked and Y/N laughed.

“My god, bambola, let that go already.” Y/N said, charles laughed with her until she placed her hands on the back of his neck. “You have always been my type, I like boy with brown fluffy hair and blue green eyes.”

“And I like girls with (your color) hair and (your color) eyes.” Charles said before they kissed. “Can’t believe I’m dating my trainer’s daughter.”

“And I can’t believe I’m dating an F1 driver. I am wishing you luck on tomorrow’s qualifying session.” Y/N said,

“As long as your there, my good luck charm, I’m sure quali will go well.” Charles said, they kissed again before walking to a little bar near the hotel.

The End

Hope y’all liked it. I thought it turned out well

Blue Beetle *spoiler free*

I saw Blue Beetle with my family Thursday night and I LOVED IT, the most accurate representation of a Mexican family in movies. What I love about it is that since Jaime Reyes is a Latino character, the Reyes family were there for Jaime as seen in the trailers. Latinos are very family oriented so it means a lot that it’s shown in the movie. Despite being only half Mexican, but fully Latina, I understood every single reference in that movie. I felt super represented despite not being the traditional Mexican American family as shown in the movie. Just like how I felt represented watching the movie, I hope my Latina/Hispanic audience feel represented when I write my Hispanic!Reader fanfics.

On a completely unrelated note, if Marvel happened to make a movie about Firebird (Bonita Juarez), I would LOVE to play her. Or maybe Azúcar (Veronica Lopez) or Wonder Woman (Maria Mendoza) is DC takes that route too…just saying, I’d love that since Maria Mendoza is a Peruvian super hero and it’s hard to find Peruvian representation in the media. It’s usually Mexican, Puerto Rican, or Cuban depending on what area of the states the film/show takes place.

Slam the Door

Summary: Where Y/N slams the door on her boyfriend’s car to see how he would react.

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: this includes Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Max Verstappen, and Carlos Sainz Jr. since I am writing about them now

Charles Leclerc

Y/N and Charles were in the gas station. He filled up the car and got back in the car to get his wallet.

“Hey, I can go in pay for it, I kinda wanted some chips and a soda.” Y/N said.

“Yeah sure, Mon coeur, here’s my wallet.” Charles said, sitting fully in the car, handing his wallet to Y/N.

“Thanks, muñeco.” Y/N said, before slamming the door. Charles was startled, his face like when he hit the camera in Australia.

“What was that about.” Charles wondered out loud. “Did I do something? I don’t think I did anything, can’t be her period, she would have told me, can’t be her birthday, not our anniversary, what happened?” He could think about dome thing else since Y/N got in the car. “Why did you slam my door?” Charles asked

“What?” Y/N asked, opening her bag of chips.

“Why did you slam my door? Did I do something to upset you, or…?” Charles asked, starting his car.

“What? Of course not, it’s just a TikTok prank.” Y/N said.

“Oh, okay, but did you have to slam the door so hard, the car actually shook, Mon ange.” Charles said, Y/N laughed.

“Sorry, muñeco, I didn’t mean to. But the car is okay.” Y/N said.

Lando Norris

Y/N and Lando were leaving the restaurant, they got into his car, Y/N looked in her purse.

“La concha de su madre, I left my ID at the restaurant, I’ll be right back.” Y/N said.

“Of course, baby, be safe.” Lando said.

“I will.” Y/N said, getting out of the car and slamming the door. Lando was in shock, rolled down his window, honked his horn to make Y/N turn around, and yelled.

“You muppet! Were you trying to cause a mini earthquake?” Lando shouted and Y/N was bent over, laughing. “What are you laughing about? I’m pretty sure my phone fell in between the seats.”

“Sorry, fresita, it’s was a TikTok prank.” Y/N said, walking back to the car and showing him her ID.

“Why can’t you be one of those girls who pulls the penal where they walk in on their boyfriends naked? I’d really like that one.” Lando said, starting the car to go home:

“Because that’s not a prank, Lando, that’s your dream come true.” Y/N said and Lando laughed

“Well you’re not wrong.” Lando replied. “Can you help me look for my phone when we make it home?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Logan Sargeant

Y/N and Logan were going to leave the parking lot when.

“Shit, forgot my phone upstairs, I’ll be right back.” Y/N said.

“Alright.” Logan said. Y/N slammed the door and Logan started looking around the car and looked at Y/N through the windshield. “The fuck was that about.” Y/N walked back to the car with her phone in hand. She got into the car and Logan was staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N asked.

“Do you love me?” Logan asked.

“Of course I do.” Y/N said.

“Then why did you slam my door? It felt like that scene in Jurassic Park where the dinosaurs shook the whole ground.” Logan said and Y/N laughed.

“Don’t be dramatic, I barely slammed the door.” Y/N said.

“Im pretty sure there is a crack in window.” Logan said, pointing to the passenger side window.

“Haha, it was a TikTok prank, let’s go.” Y/N said.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar and Y/N were putting groceries in the trunk.

“Tiburóncin, can you start the car and turn on the A/C? I want the freezer meals to stay cool.” Y/N said.

“Sure, darling.” Oscar said, kissing Y/N before he enters the car and did as he was told. Y/N finished putting groceries away. Y/N opened the passenger door.

“Im gonna our the cart away, okay?” Y/N said before slamming the door to put the cart back. Oscar just blinked.

“That was weird.” Oscar said, Y/N got back into the car. “Is there any particular reason why you slammed my door? I told you, it’s not the store’s fault they don’t carry your pumpkin seeds.” Oscar said.

“First; they all carry pumpkin seeds, they just carry them raw or dry roasted and salted. Why the hell are there never pumpkin seeds dry roasted in their shells? Anyway, it was just a TikTok prank.” Y/N said.

“Babe, this is my company car, you can’t just slam the door.” Oscar said.

“Sorry, tiburóncin, let’s go home before our groceries start to melt.” Y/N said.

Lewis Hamilton

Lewis and Y/N were in the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Okay, loser has to pick it up.” Y/N said.

“No way, I picked up food last time, it’s your turn.” Lewis said.

“Fine, give me money to pay for the food.” Y/N said, holding out her hand. Lewis handed her over his wallet. “Thank you, cariño.” Y/N said and slammed the door when she left. Lewis rolled down his window and honked his horn, causing Y/N to turn. Lewis poked his head out the window.

“Did you seriously slam my door because I made you pick up the food?” Lewis asked. “I didn’t know you were so bratty!” Lewis shouted

“You can’t shout that shit out, sir Lewis!” Y/N shouted back

“Watch me! Pick up the food, the sooner we get it, the sooner I’ll fuck the best out of you!” Lewis yelled.

“Dude!” Y/N yelled before entering the restaurant, Lewis winked and blew her a kiss before pulling his head back in. Y/N came back. “I have the food and just for the record, I wasn’t being a brat.”

“Then why did you slam the door?” Lewis asked.

“TikTok prank, you know, it’s a Gen Z, think, you wouldn’t know since you’re a millennial.” Y/N teased.

“You’re trying to call me old?” Lewis asked

“Not trying, I am calling you old. Now I’m being a brat.” Y/N said.

“Oh you’re getting it when we get home.” Lewis said, pulling out of the parking lot.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Y/N and Carlos were in the Walgreens parking lot.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” Carlos asked

“Alguien te ha dicho que preocupes mucho? It’s not like I’m in an episode of criminal minds, we’re in broad daylight, I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll be back.” Y/N said, before kissing Carlos and slamming the door to enter Walgreens. Carlos jumped from the brute force. Carlos rolled down the window.

“Hija de tu madre, por qué haces eso?” Carlos asked laughing.

“Let me get my shit, okay!” Y/N went in and got out quickly, getting into the car. “Ahora sí, whats up?”

“Why did you slam my door? My car has done nothing to you.” Carlos asked laughing.

“Sorry, amor, it was a prank.” Y/N said.

“My poor car.” Carlos said.

“No seas payaso, let’s go home, I got your dog a treat.” Y/N said.

Max Verstappen

Max and Y/N were sitting in a parking lot.

“Hey, I’m gonna get ice cream, I’ll be right back, okay.” Y/N said.

“Okay, darling.” Max said. Y/N slammed the door when she left and Max just stared at Y/N walking away. He blinks and went back on his phone. “Wonder what’s that about.” Y/N came back.

“So I bought you ice cream, you can eat it now or just put it in the freezer.” Y/N said, showing him the cup with the to-go lid., Max stared at him. “What?”

“You slammed my door, why?” Max asked.

“It’s a TikTok prank.” Y/N responded.

“Okay.” Max said.

“That’s it?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, I know you’re addicted to the app.” Max said.

“I am not addicted, you take that back.” Y/N said.

“You slammed my door because of TikTok, you’re addicted.” Max said.

“Fine, it’s my ice cream now.” Y/N said.

“Okay, okay, you’re not addicted, let’s go, I gotta see my cats.” Max said.

“Ugh, I gotta take my allergy pills.” Y/N said, continuing to eat her ice cream as Max drives off.

Hope y’all liked it! I tried something different, should I do more posts like this?

The way I always think about this smut…that’s how good it is

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Matt Murdock x (female) Reader

Summary: Matt encourages you to be a bit louder…

Warnings: bit of fluff, lil bit of angst, smut, praise kink, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: this just might be the most self-indulgent fic I’ve ever written, hope you enjoy, I know I did😈🥺✨🖤

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are herby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Can I ask you something?” Matt mumbles suddenly.

You’re both sat in bed together, a rare night off for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. You feel nerves wash over you, a instinctive reaction to the question.

“Yeah...?"

Matt sighs lightly, hesitating, like he’s searching for the right words.

“When we- when I- well when we’re...” he trails awkwardly. He sighs again. “Do I make you feel good? You know, when we're together?” He finally stammers.

You’re taken aback slightly. Matt was usually so confident in himself and his abilities. Where had this self-consciousness suddenly come from?

“Yes of course you do, I feel amazing when I'm with you, you know that” you reassure him quickly. But he just shakes his head lightly.

“No I mean,” he hesitates again. “I mean when we’re together,” he emphasises, “do I make you feel good? Do I give you... pleasure?"

“Oh” you mumble, the realisation finally washing over you. You sit in awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up again. He shifts to face you, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his thumb circling your skin gently.

“It’s just... I can feel how responsive your body is to me, so I think im doing a good job. But then... you don’t make any noise. You’re so quiet, even to my ears. It just makes me wonder..."

You flush furiously, your hands knotting together in your lap.

“I just want to know if there’s something I'm doing wrong. I want to make you feel good, y/n. You just have to tell me what you want, I’ll do it, I’d do anything for you” his other hand tentatively reaches up until he finds your face and cups your cheek softly.

Now it was your turn to sigh as you try to find the right words yourself.

“No, it’s not you Matt. You do make me feel so good. Really. You’re amazing. It- it's me... I just- I don’t know” you mumble. “I'm just not very vocal, I never have been."

“Why?” He asks softly, his thumb strokes your cheek.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t like relinquishing control. Or being vulnerable” you admit. "Letting someone hear you moan like that...” you trail off, shrugging your shoulders.

Instead of replying with words of reassurance Matt just leans forward until his lips find yours. His mouth moves gently against yours, your lips moulding together as if they were made to always be connected. You realise that he didn’t need to say words of reassurance, it was all being conveyed through his kiss. He was telling you that it was okay, that he understood, and that you were safe with him.

After a moment he moves you so that you’re lying on your back with him hovering just over you. His lips stay connected with yours, moving rhythmically together. His hand that was cupping your face moves to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head back just enough for your mouth to open and allow his tongue to slide against your own. He moans into the kiss, the vibrations coursing through you. You feel the faintest of happy sighs leave you as your bodies start to rock together. His other hand is on your hip, your hands running over his bare torso before finding their way into his hair, tugging at it gently. This elicits another groan from him.

He breaks the kiss to pepper his mouth across your jaw towards your neck. He kisses your warm skin, nipping lightly at random. His mouth moves towards your ear where he stops briefly.

“It’s okay baby, you’re safe with me” he whispers against your skin. He kisses the pulse point below your ear before adding “let me take care of you.”

His hips rock against yours. You can feel his erection pushing through his boxer shorts, pushing into your inner thigh. Another tiny whine leaves you, ever so slightly louder than before. Matt hops on to it immediately.

“Yes baby that’s it” he kisses further down your neck. “Let go, make noise for me sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good” he promises as he kisses down your throat until he reaches the hem of his shirt that you were wearing. He pulls it off and over you, throwing it aside before diving back into your chest. His lips are all over you, hot and wet against your skin. He kisses over your breasts, taking his time in paying attention to each one. He sucks your one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his tongue swirling around the bud.

You arch your back, pushing yourself up into his mouth. He bites down a bit harder and a surprised cry sounds from you. He soothes his bite over with his tongue before he moves on to pay just as much attention to your other breast. His hand comes to cup your tit, his palm memorising and mapping the layout of your skin. Your skin is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. You’d slept with Matt before but this, this was something else. There’s something different about this. The intensity to it, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever had with anyone else before. The amount of attention and care he was paying to your body. You were soaked, a wet patch seeping through your panties. Pleasure was coursing through your veins and he hadn’t even gotten to touching his favourite part of you yet.

Your nails rake across his scalp as he moves lower down your body. He kisses across your stomach, his lips ghosting over your belly button before he places a kiss just above the waistband of your panties. He moves his hands up your thighs, setting fire to your skin again as he goes. His fingers hook into your panties and he slowly pulls them down your legs. A small moan bubbles from your lips in anticipation as he kisses up your inner thigh. You feel him smile against your skin, encouraging the noises to fall from your lips.

Then, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of building up and teasing, his tongue finds its way between your folds. He licks slowly up your slit. You shiver when his tongue sweeps over your clit. He repeats this action a few more times, his tongue only brushing over your sensitive bud for the briefest of moments each time. Finally a groan of frustration leaves you as you tug on his hair, urging him to put his mouth on you.

“Mmm there we go” he hums against you in response to the noises that were finally spilling from your lips.

And then, almost like it was a reward, he finally attaches his mouth wholly onto your clit. You hear another sharp gasp leave you as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He hums in satisfaction again, the vibrations strumming through your core. His hands are holding your thighs open, pinning your hips down to the mattress as you frantically buck your hips into his face. His tongue works pure magic on you, switching from lapping, to swirling, to sucking it in his mouth. Slowly but surely you start to feel a fire build inside your lower belly, matching the flames burning across your skin where Matt was touching you. And slowly, you start to hear more and more noise tumble from your lips as Matt works you towards your climax.

“Fuck, Matt...” your voice cracks, barely audible to your own ears. But you know Matt heard you as he increases the speed of his tongue moving against your sensitive bundle of nerves. His new found speed paired with a hum of vibrations from him moaning finally tips you over the precipice of pleasure. Your arch your back, lifting off the bed, your pussy clenching as pleasure burns through your body.

“That’s it baby” he murmurs against your skin as he starts kissing his way back up your body. “You’re doing so well” he praises against the skin between your breasts.

His mouth finds its way back up your throat, across your neck, until his lips land to place a chaste kiss against your own. He pulls back the slightest bit. His face hovers just above yours as you breath heavily beneath him, his focus purely on listening to the sounds that you make. The softest whines and moans can just be heard between each ragged breath and Matt smirks at the progress. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You then feel his body shift against you as he pushes his boxers down his thighs, his leaking cock finally springing free. He grinds against you, your bodies rocking against each other again. You can feel his head rubbing against your folds and you whine into his mouth with impatience. You can feel his lips smirk against your own as he grabs his dick in one hand, guiding it through the slick and spit between your folds before he finds your entrance.

Your mouth hangs open, a quiet moan escaping you as he pushes inside you. He groans in sync with you as he sinks inside you to the hilt. He begins to move his hips against yours, pulling almost all the way out of you before plunging back in. He begins nipping across your jaw again, moving to hang his head in the crook of your neck as he starts to move rhythmically inside you. His tip pushes against that sweet spot inside you. He’s barely met his usual pace yet and you’re already seeing stars, your body reacting of its own accord to his moving against you, inside you.

“Come on baby” Matt whines into your ear. “Let me hear you, please. I need to hear you."

You moan at his words. Hearing this man beg and cry for you to make noise for him? It made your pussy clench over him, your walls fluttering. His responding moan is heavenly. Your nails are raking down his back, leaving angry marks in your wake. Matt has one hand gripping your waist, helping guide you against his dick. His other hand finds its way to one of yours, pulling your arm from his back and pinning it to the bed above you, your fingers interlacing.

Your legs are hooked over his back, your heels against his ass, pushing him impossibly deep inside you. He feels so good, so fucking good. You forget about control, forget about everything outside of having the man you loved rock inside you so deliciously, his entire body working to ensure you gained the most amount of pleasure. He fucks into you slowly and deliberately, pushing deep inside you each time. He was taking his time, making sure to pay attention to your body and how it responded. Listening for the soft sounds you made when he moved a certain way and ensuring to keep on with that particular motion.

“Come on baby” he whines into your ear. “You’re doing so well, you sound so fucking beautiful moaning on my cock” he groans, biting the skin adjoining your neck to your shoulder.

“That’s it angel, moan for me. Louder” he begs, his hips starting to increase speed as he ruts into you over and over you.

You oblige, no longer holding yourself back, no longer filtering the sounds that come from you. You keen and whine and moan and cry as Matt moves inside you, your vision blurring, your head spinning.

“Uh, Matt” you moan. “You feel so fucking good” your voice breaking with pleasure as Matt hits that spot inside you again.

You can hear yourself getting louder and louder, your breathing getting heavier, involuntarily moans overflowing from your mouth like a flood. You feel your body begin to coil, your muscles tightening as the pleasure builds inside your core. Matt senses your body getting close, can hear it clear as day in the way your moans are falling from your lips.

He takes his hand from your hip and shoves it between your bodies, his fingers quickly finding their target on your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. His other hand tightens its grip your own where he still has it pinned above you. The pleasure that builds in your body feels new, like nothing you’d experienced with anyone else before. You feel a tear prick in your eye as you almost become overwhelmed by it all. Matt senses this and begins peppering your neck with gentle kisses again.

“I love you y/n. You’re safe with me, it’s okay. Let go, cum for me baby” he coos into your neck.

That lone tear slips down your cheek as your body rocks with pleasure. Your whole body shudders, your thighs trembling, toes curling, pussy clenching around Matt as you cum with the loudest moan you’d ever heard from yourself.

“Matty... shit” you cry as you convulse beneath him.

He groans loudly into your ear, his name like sin on your lips being enough to push him over the edge too. You can hear his grunts muffling your own sounds as he thrusts sloppily inside you, his cock twitching as he spills into your cunt.

“Fuck y/n, my name sounds so fucking amazing on your lips” he hums into your neck as he finally stops his thrusting, his face hovering just above yours again.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He tells you as he places another chaste kiss to your lips.

“Hmm,” you scoff, “and how would you know?”

He shakes his head. “I just do. Everything about you is beautiful” he begins peppering you with kisses again between his words. “I can feel the shape of your body, the curves and dips of your skin. I love how your tits fit just perfectly in my hands. I how your hips slot so well against my own. I love how you wrap around my cock so tightly."

You huff lightly and roll your eyes. His tone softens.

“I’m serious. I can hear the kindness in your voice even if I can’t see it in your eyes. I know how generous and caring you are, sometimes even at the detriment of your own sake. You’re beautiful y/n, because I can feel it radiating from within you. I can feel the love you have for this world, and I love you all the more for it."

You sniff lightly as tears spring to your eyes again. You lean up and kiss him again.

“But now, I think most of all, I love the sounds you make” he hums, breaking the kiss briefly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you.

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A/N: someone help I am so whipped for this man🤧

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