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sooo things that creep is the other f1 wip on this list! it's oscarmark! au where oscar's a student visiting home for the break and his mom has just gotten married to mark webber. mark is weird and friendly and also likes wandering around the house completely. naked. oscar is not into this but mark is apparently into the fact that he's not into it. YIPPEE!

i started it in like september of last year? based on a kinkmeme prompt that i just started like writing directly into the ao3 box, got nervous about it, pulled out and then figured i could use it for kinktober. got nervous again. and it has been rotting in the docs ever since. it IS a complete fic, technically, like, at second draft level? but needs a ton of editing and i don't feel all that confident about it which is why i keep going in and trying to mess with it and then abandoning it again lol so this is probably about as much of it as will ever see the light of day!! bits below~

Hi @rebellconquerer and @ace-oreos !

Thank you both for both for the WIP Ask about Official Invitation to The Cookout/Dress To Impress, here’s both a Summary and a snippet.

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Summary: Sam and Bucky are in the field on a Captain America mission, and Sam notices that Bucky is in A Mood. A mood…about the food.

Sam teases him about having gotten used to home cooked meals and that he’ll soon earn an “official Invitation to The Cookout”.

When Sarah tells him what that means, Bucky knows he has to step up his Cookout Attire now that he and Sarah are a couple, and he asks Sarah to look at his options.

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Chapter 1: Official Invitation (excerpt)

“You’re not eating, Buck. That’s not like you. Something wrong with the food?”

“Nah. It’s…it’s OK, I guess. Might be better if it had some kind of taste.”

“Taste? I ate it. It’s fine. I mean…” he shrugs, “…it is what it is.”

“Yeah, well. It’s just not..it’s not the same.”

He looks up from his phone, glares at Sam, glares the plate as if the food personally insulted him, and looks back at Sam. “Come on. I know you can tell.”

“Okay, I know it’s not home cooking, but it’s not…hold on. Buck. Are you telling me that this food…isn’t…properly seasoned??”

“Well…I…I guess I am. Yeah. It tastes...flat. I wish I had some…I don’t know. Even some of that weak-assed “Mrs. Dash” shit. Something.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Sam says, smiling broadly, leaning back and crossing his arms, observing the scowling man across from him.

“What?” Bucky grumbles.

“It’s finally happened.”

Chapter 2: Dress To Impress (excerpt)

“I can’t be there, in front of your relatives, lookin’ like a bum. Ya know? I wanna look sharp…for you. I want you to be proud to be with me, Sarah.”

The look on his face was so earnest that she felt it warming in her own chest.

Of course, his first choice was to wear black.

Black jeans, black t-shirt. Even his black motorcycle boots.

Not that he didn’t look unreasonably hot in all black, Sarah pondered, but…

“It’s Summer. And it’ll be the middle of the day, James. Outside. From early afternoon to sundown, and most of the time you’ll be outside.”

He looked at her like he was waiting for her to get to the point.

“And you’ll be the only White man at the party.

Do you also want to look like the Spectre at the Feast?”

“The spec—? Wait. I know what that is. Wow. Okay…”

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amnesia au!!!!! is any fandom experience complete without writing some manner of sad ass amnesia au. (reserving the right to link back to the galex one that i never finished but might one day) the title for this one is from is it really you? by loathe, because for some reason i have a super involved (to me) playlist for this fic

soooo. standard amnesia au. pedro crashes and it goes badly, fermin is involved in the crash and feels obligated to go linger at the hospital while everyone's waiting for pedro to wake up. everyone here means literally just pedro's family, which makes it a bit weirder for Just fermin to be there? anyway when pedro DOES wake up he's got full ass amnesia, like, doesn't remember his name or his family or quite literally anything about his life, but fermin is the first person he sees, and fermin is the one he like. imprints on. we are playing it so fast and loose with the medicalness of the whole thing im not a doctor im a crafter of unlikely miserable scenarios ok

anyway. pedro gets to leave the hospital fairly soon after that, but he insists on going home with fermin. like refuses to go home with his family because he trusts fermin more than them which is a bad feeling for the family acosta but fermin is having a moment about it, obviously. the usual permin bits apply, the ex-friends with way more weight behind it, so fermin is like. as much as he knows it’s dishonest and a little bit (a lot a bit) manipulative he’s seeing it as an opportunity to rebuild what they’ve lost? it is not good. but it is.... for sure an opportunity. again we are doing so much handwaving and suspension of disbelief here so i will pad out the questionable response with some of my fave bits from the doc

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the waking up moment after the first night they sleep in the same bed (which happens pretty early. honestly)

Pedro is awake, now, peering at Fermin through sleep-clumped lashes. Fermin’s hand is still on his waist. 

“You snore,” Pedro tells him, thick and groggy.

Fermin says, “I do not,” and Pedro smiles, guileless, nothing barbed in the curve of his mouth.

“You do,” Pedro says. He squirms a little closer. If Fermin weren’t watching so closely he would miss the wince, the tic in his jaw when he moves the wrong way, jostles the wrong thing. Fermin moves closer to meet him and save him the trouble. 

“I don’t,” Fermin says again. He’s aware of the stale dryness of his own mouth, vaguely self-conscious about it now that they’re nearly on the same pillow. 

Pedro looks at him very, very intently. The arch of his eyebrows is so much less severe, less heavy. Pedro says, “Okay.” Like that’s the end of it.

And then Pedro rolls forward and kisses him. 

Pedro only lingers there a couple of seconds. It’s—it’s barely there, when you get down to it, just the press of Pedro’s soft mouth against Fermin’s, just the stickiness of morning breath and the heat of sleepy skin. Barely anything.

Fermin feels his own lips move, just enough that it’s reciprocal, just before Pedro settles back on his pillow. His eyes are only half open. His cheeks are so pink and Fermin wants to kiss him there, to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.

Pedro asks, very quietly, “Did I get it right?”

and then the bit where pedro asks to see pictures of them together because he is inferring from the way that fermin treats him that they are. a Lot to each other. and yeah

“Why was I so red?” Pedro mutters. He’s squirming, trying to get a better look at the photo of them as children, Fermín with all his big baby teeth and Pedro with his splotchy pink cheeks. Fermín opens up his arm, unthinking. Pedro, unselfconscious, wriggles in to rest his head on Fermín’s shoulder. 

“Training,” Fermín says. His mouth is abruptly extremely dry. “On the bikes, you know.”

Pedro hums. Probably he doesn’t know, Fermín thinks, so he swipes to a photo of them on the bikes. 

“Christ,” Pedro says. “We were so tiny.”

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Pedro hums. He’s settling in, melting into Fermin’s chest. “We were together a lot, huh,” he mumbles. Fermin’s stomach aches. 

“Yeah,” he says. “All the time.”

Another hum. His breathing has levelled out, less laboured. Less pained. Fermín keeps touching his hair, gentle, pushing it back and away from the bruised bits around his temple. He wants to kiss him, so he presses his lips to Pedro’s forehead, and when Pedro hums this time it’s soft and pleased and content. 

This version of Pedro, who tolerates being fed and held, who curls into Fermin’s body like an old, safe cat. Fermín wants to protect this. To keep this.

“Fermín,” Pedro says slowly, into the silence. He sounds so close to sleep he might already be dreaming. 

“Mm?”

THREE OF YOU!! thank you @lattesqueeze @celineile @existentialcrisistime 😭

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you found it! you found the outing au!!! so i realize that i've talked about this a fair amount already in a couple other asks but we'll summarize it super quick here!!

basically, pedro ends up in a relationship with a man that he keeps secret (for obvious reasons) and that this man (who we are calling ale) also wants to keep secret because his whole thing is being a hot bisexual personal trainer and people assuming that he's single is a huge part of his client draw. it starts out reasonably chill, ale is super charming and the fight a lot but in a fun sexy way and the sex is fucking fantastic and after a few months pedro moves out of murcia and up to barcelona into a little apartment so he can be closer to ale. things uhhh Intensify, shall we say. shit gets REALLY toxic (there's a lot of things that i will resist just dumping here), which eventually leads to ale breaking pedro's wrist (legitimately an accident but also not entirely an unwelcome one, from ale's side) and finally pedro has to tell someone (paul) because he's got a fucking broken wrist that he's insisting is from falling but like. you know. paul's his engineer he knows him too well. anyway pedro goes radio silent with ale for a full race weekend, and then he stays in a hotel in ???country??? wherever they are for that race/the next race and manages to text ale to be like yo i am not coming back i think. haha. hoohoo. and then a photo of ale and pedro kissing goodbye in ale's car is coincidentally leaked (who could have done this.) basically mid press conference and shit blows up So Fast, predictably

at this point the fic starts! it’s set loosely in like, an alternate version of the 2026 seaso? and is largely going to be from fermin’s pov (feelings realization bisexuality discovery etc etc) with interludes of tabloid articles/reddit & threads/etc but also is meant to include some other rider povs!! so far there is a loosely confirmed aleix, enea, and jorge chapter. lmao. i’d love to do a remy chapter as well for Reasons but i will have to like. listen to him talk for a while first. so yeah!! apart from this whole thing being an exercise in whumping the hell out of pedro (quite literally half of the now just-over-10k doc is pedro pov with the evil ex, which i can not imagine will ever be posted UNLESS.) i also thought it would be a super interesting character study of everyone else? like what is everyone’s reaction, do all the pilots band together to offer support, does jmart overcome his desire to say the f slur for his friend. all this. idk im have a lot of fun writing it and of course extra fun weaving all of the ouchie bits with b per usual !!!

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this is just the first scene lol

Fermín watches the video hours later, tucked into the couch of his motorhome. 

They’ve managed to suppress it, mostly; the Thursday press conference video is conspicuously missing from the MotoGP app, but they couldn’t stop anyone watching it live from screen capturing. It’s all over the internet now. All over Instagram and X, blowing up on the tabloids. 

It opens normally enough. Obviously. Bezzecchi is there, and Marc, and then Pedro with his arm in a sling. They ask Bezzecchi about the championship. They ask Marc about Alex. They ask Pedro how his arm is healing, and he tells them it’s fine, and he doesn’t speak much otherwise. He’s been more subdued all season. Fermín hadn’t been paying close enough attention to recognize it.

Marc is in the middle of talking about his hopes for the weekend when he stops abruptly, halfway through a sentence. He’s squinting at something, and the cameras cut to the wide shot again. Bezzecchi, to his left, is also squinting. Pedro, to his right, is so wide-eyed and tight-jawed it looks like skull is about to pop.

Someone’s voice comes over the microphone, partway through speaking. It’s difficult to hear even with the volume turned all the way up, but someone’s broken english gets the point of, is this you, kissing a man? across. 

Both Bezzecchi and Marc look at Pedro. Hard to see on Fermín’s phone screen but it’s varying shades of concern; Marc looks startled. Bezzecchi looks weirdly angry, and Bezzecchi is the one who stands up and starts waving his hands and saying, “We are here for racing,” over and over as the crowd of journalists all start talking over each other. 

The feed cuts pretty quickly after that. The camera jerks to the right. The last thing in the video before it goes to black is Pedro, pale, haunted. 

The video stops.

much later, after aleix kidnaps pedro and takes him to andorra

Pedro’s face twists. What he is now is honest. This version of him that is knelt in the sand, poised like a prey animal; that’s all honesty. 

“I’m not scared,” Pedro says. But his voice cracks it into pieces. 

Fermín lays his hand out between them. Offers it up like Pedro might take it, bend and sniff at him to see if he’s trustworthy, like a kicked dog or a feral cat.

“Can we go back inside?" Fermín asks, because he feels—obscurely miserable, now, prickly in the eyes. With a sudden surge of sympathy he wants to cry. He wants to help. He wants to give Pedro his hoodie so he’ll stop shaking. He wants to give Pedro his hand, to unbreak his heart. 

weeeeell. there's not TOO much more to say about their present-day relationship, where it's just lewis mournfully wandering the halls of his castle and bono bringing him shiny handmade things like a distressed magpie. but i DID find this bit in the docs (from over a year ago??) that is set during the war. a post-battle bloodlust situation. it would seem

Lewis’ body becomes a blade beneath Bono’s hands. The angles of chest-waist-hip are familiar as his own sword—the strong, sharp jut of an ankle as easy to heft as the hilt of any weapon.

He goes easily to the ground. He is beautiful, smeared in blood and mud like warpaint. There is blood in a stroke across his cheek. There is blood shining in the delicate knotting of his braids. There is blood caught in the feathery cut of his eyelashes. 

There is blood on Bono’s hands, too. He leaves handprints in shades of scarlet across the dark expanse of Lewis’ belly, around a strong thigh, the solid swell of his arse. He’s not gentle, wrenching Lewis’ body around and over. Putting him on hands and knees. Bending over him and rutting like an animal. 

He is aware of sound; from himself, from Lewis, the shrill cicada-song ringing out from the forest. There’s no one near enough to hear Lewis keen when Bono breaches him, in something that should be only pain but is painted thick with layers of pleasure. There’s no one left to hear Bono hiss and groan and howl while he fucks his king into the ground.

He is aware of these things. Of sound, of sensation. Of taste, when he folds as if forced by an invisible hand, mouth gaping wide, tongue searching for the salt-sweat at the back of Lewis’ neck. He is aware of pleasure. He is aware of Lewis’ body, and its tight heat, and of Lewis’ fingers clawing at the dirt. 

He is aware, but awareness is not the same thing as lucidity. When he finds lucidity again it is a horror.

When he comes back to himself he sees what he has done. He sees the way he has shaped his king beneath his hands—Lewis, on his back, dappled in red, and in white, in fluids that shine and drip and are only just starting to dry in the western sun. Bono had, it seems, at some point torn Lewis’ clothes from his body so viciously that they’re barely recognizable as clothes anymore. 

boy do i ever. there's like 3500 words in the doc currently and more to come if ever i do end up posting it but

The sound Enea makes is something close to a sob. His hips work in a vague way, but his cock is doing most of the work for him, it feels like. It’s moving like it’s got a mind of its own, wriggling inside of Pecco’s body, the taper of it making it so easy. That’s the most startling part. How easy it is to take it, the slow build of being filled, the wet push of Enea inside of him. It feels so, so good.

Pecco wraps his arms around Enea’s shoulders. Pulls at him until he goes from his hands to his elbows around Pecco’s chest, bracing himself like he’s scared to touch him properly. When Pecco squeezes him closer, though, Enea gives up. Gives in, pressing his face back into the side of Pecco’s neck, knees trembling under Pecco’s legs. 

And then he’s pressed up against the backs of Pecco’s thighs. Up against his ass, where Enea works his hips in sad, pulsing jerks. 

It really isn’t all that bad. He can feel what’s inside of him, the movement of it so deep that Pecco can’t be sure it’s not jostling some organs that probably shouldn’t be jostled, but—otherwise, it just feels good.

“That’s so good,” Pecco says. He’s slurring his words, which is strange, but he feels warm in the pit of his stomach. Colours are flatter and richer when he can make himself swing his eyes around the room. The dull painting above the bed is textured in a way that Pecco wants to touch.

Enea whines. He’s sweaty, cheek slipping against Pecco’s neck. That part of him feels so warm, too. Pecco thinks, belatedly, of what he knows about Enea’s biology. About secretions and numbing agents. 

The change comes so slowly that he almost doesn’t pick up on it. Between the numb warmth inside of him and the tremble of Enea in his arms, it’s hard to focus on anything else. 

But he does feel it. The slow pulse of Enea’s dick inside of him, like he’s coming. The drag of something more solid against his insides, once, twice, three times.

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oh my GOODNESS well thank you for asking first of all 😭😭😭!!! where do i even start. i guess we can go with the au i posted a bit from yesterday??

i think i (or we, bc @dumbsketches is complicit in basically all of the concepts always) have been coming at it from the angle of like, luca and pecco are established in like. a relationship way but they're into the #freakshit, because of course they are (everything i have ever thought about re: pecco/luca is shaped almost entirely by astronicht's kinky fridays verse which should be essential mgp fandom reading imo). bez is something adjacent to a free agent but he's like an excited dog at a party like he HAS to check everyone's situation out. like what's this group over here doing give me pets okay now i go over HERE what's THIS etc etc. so i think he ends up in a lot of people's beds? at least the people who he's reasonably close to, which as it turns out is a lot of people! so it's only natural that he pops over to guest in the peccoluca marriage bed or whatever. why not

it's important to note that i do not think their tastes align at least not initially. pecco's got some #repression going on that he's pried open with luca but having your bff (bezfriendforever) crawl into bed with you and your bf (bucafarini) and see you at your most fragile/vulnerable/honest is a very scary thing? and luca is or can be very very intense and bez is sort of like :')???? trying to figure out the dynamic on the fly. like yes let's have a fun threesome! and then the threesome wraps up with you crying bc your ass hurts and your bestie won't look you in the eye and luca is awkwardly-at-best patting you on the back and you have to go home feeling like you have Failed

(there's a side (main, to me) story to this, where extremely-monogamous celestino is like. the closest thing to a main partner bez has? and that's who bez goes to after this sesh and pretty much any subsequent sesh and cele hates it in certain... ways. but he loves marco so. yes. this is not the question you have asked but it's important To Me)

anyway. the first time is a bad time but then they try again, now with a bit clearer of a picture of what it is they all want out of this? and it goes way better. this leads to transcendent belting. mama mia!

this is like, one very specific au for sure? but i've done a lot of direct-to-dm writing for it and bee at least seems to like it so i will include a couple of screenshots under the cut!

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i too hope this is what you think!!!

so back in like april or something @celineile came into the dms like hey i had this dream. and because she always has the best most unhinged dreams i was immediately seated. anyway she spun me a dream yarn about enea being like, not a human, and being cursed into a heat cycle but it's an egg situation. and pecco is there, and he decides he should help, and offers to do so without knowing what he's getting himself into and so enea stuffs him full of fuckin eggs. that's the tl;dr of it

conveniently at the time i had been like man i want to write pecconea!! and b knew this was the correct moment to burst in and say FILL HIM TO THE BRIM. and i knew i had no choice but to write it

i'll just drop some bits of it under the cut since genuinely the whole thing is just hefty ovipositing