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diet pepsi | n.jm

“losing all my innocence in the back seat”

📀now playing: diet pepsi by addison rae

�� summary: Jeno has one rule — his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he can’t help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, he’s all in favor of Jeno’s rule. And he’s pretty sure that rule also means he should intervene and give you a ride home.

❯ pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader

❯ genre: brother’s best friend, smut, racing!au

❯ words: 5.6k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, ‘daddy’ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brother’s best friend trope because it eats every time

Jaemin’s blood runs cold when he sees you—wait, what are you even doing here?

He’s never been so tense in the driver’s seat before. He’s usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And he’s pretty damn good at it. But today, he can’t seem to focus. Not with you—Jeno’s little sister—standing right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.

So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, he’d find it cute if he wasn’t so pissed that you’re even here. You don’t belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.

He’s never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are. 

Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that he’s spent years thinking about—too many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lips—they make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing he’s the only racer here with a red car. It’s probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses you—wants it to stain him like a claim.

God, what’s he even thinking?

You’re his best friend’s little sister. Off-limits.

Speaking of which, why are you here? Jeno’s not racing tonight, and he’d kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea you’d even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasn’t here to keep an eye on things.

And maybe that’s why, for the first time, Jaemin’s gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jeno’s not here to watch over you—so he has to. Yeah, that’s it. It’s for Jeno’s sake. Definitely not because he’s worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheer—a cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.

Who’s he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing you’re here, watching him race. Honestly, it’s the biggest rush he’s ever felt—the purest shot of adrenaline—and he’s never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.

And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesn’t care about them. He only wants you—to hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight… or worse, promise he won’t tell Jeno.

Except, Jaemin’s not so sure he can negotiate on the “no yelling” part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, who’s got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, who’s making you laugh—and Jaemin knows he’s not that funny. Jisung, who’s handing you a can of Diet Pepsi—and you’re just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that don’t belong to him. 

Jaemin knows Jisung doesn’t have a bad bone in his body��Christ, the guy wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s one of his racer friends. Still, he doesn’t like the way you lean in when you laugh or how you’re looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.

You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaem–"

"What are you doing here, Y/N?

You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. He’s looking at you like he’s about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see him—no one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you don’t know whether telling him that would be a good idea. 

You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. “I—uh, I—I’m just… here to watch,” you mumble. "I didn’t think it’d be a big deal..."

Jaemin doesn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"

“Well yeah–I didn’t think anyone would mind..."

"Jeno’s gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesn’t like you being here.” His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to know you’re accepting drinks from other racers, huh?”

Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "It’s just a can of Diet Pepsi, it’s not—"

Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesn’t matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that you’re here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief. 

You scoff. "I’m an adult, Jaemin. Jeno’s not my keeper, and neither are you–"

Jaemin’s jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyes—something dark. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. "That’s not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is you’re here, at a street race, by yourself. You think that’s smart? You think that’s safe?" He takes a step closer.  "What if something happened to you?" 

"I’m fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesn’t make Jaemin soften like it usually would.

He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. “This—this shit—" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldn’t be here."

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?” What’s the big deal?" 

"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."

Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what he’s said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.

"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinks—"

"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off. 

You don’t even know what you’re arguing about anymore— and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t either—it’s like he’s mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.

And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. You’ve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chance—your shot to make him see you as more than just Jeno’s little sister. You knew he’d be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe he’d finally notice you, really see you. But instead, he’s making it perfectly clear that you’ll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.

“Stop treating me like a child, Jaemin,” you sigh. “I’m not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her." 

You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaemin’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No. We’re not done talking."

He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence that’s settled. 

"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "I’m not going anywhere with you. I told you, I don’t need you babysitting me—"

"I’m not asking." His voice is low and final. "You’re going home, and you’re going with me."

"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if you’re a ragdoll.

Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "I’m taking you home, Y/N. Don’t argue with me."

You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something else—something you don’t want to admit to yourself. "You’re insufferable," you mutter, but it’s weak. 

You know you’re defeated. There’s no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows he’s not going to let this go until he’s got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story he’s going to muster up for your brother. 

Jaemin gets into the driver’s seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he can’t celebrate his win—almost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.

“Seatbelt.”

You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. “Yes, daddy.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaemin’s jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.

He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. “Don’t push your luck, Y/N.”

You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you—hot, intense, and focused.

You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.

Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly — savouring it.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.

Jaemin’s eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if he’s suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reeling—over a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet it’s driving him crazy.

He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasn’t spiked…?"

It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows you’re not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort. 

“Spiked?” You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. “How would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.

"Look, let’s call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and there’s a tightness to it. "Don’t make it a big deal."

You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. “Me making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.”

He doesn’t respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaemin’s grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you don’t know how long you can keep doing this.

“You're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because I—" You stop yourself. 

Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?" 

For a second, you can’t speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. You’re caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But you’ve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.

“I came here because I wanted you to see me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Not as Jeno’s little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me… as me.”

Jaemin doesn’t react, not at first – well, he does, but it’s subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.

You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? He’s your brother’s best friend, and now you’ve crossed that weird line that’s bound to make everything awkward. Jeno’s gonna kill you.

You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.

But he kisses you. 

His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle like you expected him to be. He’s typically always gentle with you — unless he’s mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because it’s the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesn’t see you like a kid – like Jneo’s little sister.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. “You walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.”

You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You noticed?”

“Of course I fucking noticed,” he groans.

Jaemin’s lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like he’s trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to you—each soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.

His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in it. He’s holding back, trying to keep his composure.

“Tell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Your breath is shallow and you can’t help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do. 

“Please, angel, you have to say no,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate. 

“Don’t want to,” you whimper, shaking your head again. “Want you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.”

"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.

And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager – so fucking his. It’s enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him – and only him – had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.

Jaemin can’t help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of—a perfect fantasy. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.”

He’s still hesitating, and you can feel it — you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight. 

A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesn’t care that on paper this is a ‘bad idea’. His cock is telling him it’s the best one he’s ever had.

It’s clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesn’t let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.

His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.

It’s all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere. 

“Angel,” he growls, his voice low with restraint, “if you keep grinding on me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. “Good.”

Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. “I’m serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?”

You nod, your gaze heavy with need.

He shakes his head, “I need words, gorgeous.”

“I want this.”

Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until he’s between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.

“Can I?”

You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. “Say it.”

“Yes...” You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but it’s all he needs.

The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until they’re bunched around your ankles. Jaemin’s eyes flicker down, landing on your panties—darkened with dampness.

"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."

A rush of heat floods your chest. You’ve never done this before. And suddenly, it’s all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.

Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"

Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping he’ll say it, ask you the question. But he doesn’t. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.

"I’ve never done this before."

Jaemin’s eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. “You still want this?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“Words, Y/N.”

“God—yes.”

A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. “Good,” he murmurs. “Your body’s a fucking work of art I’ve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to me—and only me, yeah?”

This time, you don’t nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, “Yes. Only you.”

He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how he’d be celebrating his win tonight, he’d have laughed in disbelief.

But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car. 

Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through you—so much better than when you do it yourself. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, “I wanna know how I’m making you feel. Tell me.”

Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. It’s not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.

“Tell me,” he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.

“F-feels good,” you manage to stammer.

“Yeah?” he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. “Want more?”

“Yes–” you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaemin’s expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “So sweet… so vulnerable just for me.”

A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.

If he’s going to make you cum for the first time, it’ll be on his fingers and his mouth—he’ll make sure of it.

“S-so good, Jaem—” you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.

He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. “Yeah?” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. “Gonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.”

His words, his touch—it’s all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until you’re cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm he’s given you. 

He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.

As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.

“What is it?” he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. “Angel..I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”

"All I want is—" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"—your cock."

A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy. 

It’s not how you’d pictured your first time—definitely not the romantic, cute scenario you’d always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and that’s all that really mattered. Though, you hadn’t expected him to be this… big.

He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.

With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.

“I’ll take it slow,” he pulls down to murmur against your lips. 

You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face. 

"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."

His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.

He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Please move,” you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.

He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once he’s sure you’re fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.

Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.

He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaemin’s hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder — greedy. 

You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when I’m making you feel good."

You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.

His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.

"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."

"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.

“So fucking warm and wet and tight,” he groans, forehead slick with sweat. 

Your bodies feel like they’re burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaemin’s building deliberate thrusts. 

He’s fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if he’s trying to spill out every fantasy he’s ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. It’s like he’s remembering, all at once, that he’s broken all the rules—off-limits, bro code—and he doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.

Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible. 

Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.

You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm he’s just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.

He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. He’s everywhere—his scent, his kisses, his cum.

You’re left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. You’re reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.

Jaemin’s eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.

“That stupid fucking drink,” he mutters with a grin. 

“You should be grateful,” you hum, “Without it, we probably would never have fucked.”

Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours. 

“Not true,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted you ever since I met you. I would’ve made a move eventually.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilt your head, teasing him. “What’s been stopping you?”

“Jeno,” Jaemin says quietly, and it’s like it hits you both at once.

Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaemin’s best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong. 

“What are we gonna tell Jeno?”

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hi love, i have no clue if youre taking requests atm but im really in love with ur writings, super talented🥹 i wonder if you could write more fluff where rúben is having the pregnancy symptoms (cravings, back pain, etc) basically hes feeling your pregnancy ups and downs hehe

Sympathetic pregnancy | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben, an expectant father, experiences some of the same symptoms and behavior as his pregnant partner.

Warnings: none

AN: Heyy, thank you so much for the kind words and the request <3 I hope you like it! :)

Word Count: 813 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You rolled onto your back with a small groan. Nothing seems to work, you are overly tired, frustrated, in pain and hungry. You are so uncomfortable you actually want to scream. Your stomach is huge and because of that, no position in bed is comfy. Literally not even one. 

Being 38 weeks pregnant is hard, all you really want at this point is for the baby to come out already. On top of not being able to find a position to sleep in, you never slept more than an hour at a time. Tonight especially, you had been experiencing braxton-hicks contractions for most of the night, some of them bringing you to tears. You placed your hand on your stomach and could feel him kicking around. You could feel his tiny feet pushing through the skin of your stomach, giving you butterflies and a smile. There was just something so strange about feeling a baby kick within you and while it was weird - it was a beautiful part of pregnancy that you would for sure miss. But of course, right now you just wished he would stay still and go to sleep so maybe you could get some sleep as well. You winced in pain as you felt another contraction come on. 

“Rúben?” you asked softly, trying not to startle him. 

But there wasn’t a response. 

“Rúbes?” you tried again, but still nothing. 

And since your back was facing him, you had to turn around to see why he wasn’t responding. Which alone was a big task. 

You soon discovered that Rúben wasn’t in bed, his side empty and cold, which meant it had been a while since he had left. But where could have he gone? It was the middle of the night and he had early training tomorrow. So you decided to go and look for him. 

After carefully getting out of bed, you put on your fuzzy robe and opened the bedroom door. Immediately you entered the living room and you were met with darkness. You made your way to the closest light switch and 

“Ah, are you eating my favorite craving without me?” you gasped at your husband, who you caught red-handed, trying to stuff a pickle in his mouth, a jar of grape jelly and one with peanut butter opened in front of him, sitting on the kitchen counter “How could you do this to me?” 

“Princess, I-” 

“Don’t princess me now mister! Are you stealing your baby mama’s food? And why are you sitting in darkness??” 

“I’m not! I- I just..I wanted to try it and I- I couldn't stop, I guess.” 

“It’s good, huh? Make room for me.” 

You waddled your way to him, around the kitchen island, and put your hand out. He put a pickle in it, with the perfect ratio of peanut butter and jelly, because at this point he has made that for you one too many times and he knew exactly how you liked it. 

“Thank you, babe.” you said while you both continued to stuff your faces. It was just too good to pass. 

*

Rúben almost found himself in tears during the training session at THE Etihad Campus because he didn’t perform the best way he knew he could. He’s had a couple of bad days but they’ve never led him to be so hysterical, he’s a born leader after all. 

“Oi, Rúben!” Kyle called him cautiously when Rúben walked into the locker room without saying anything to anyone, his gaze hard as he threw his soaking with sweat shirt quite furiously in his locker. 

“Rúben.” he calls him again, this time in a higher tone and he makes his way towards him “Rúben, take a deep breath in, lad. Chill man.” a choked sound comes out of Rúben’s throat as he sits down on the bench and Kyle stepped back to study him better. 

“I can’t breathe. Everything hurts. I’m not sleeping like I should and I wanna go back to drink another (caffeinated drink).” Rúben breathed out fast.

“You know if you were a girl I’d tell you you’re like this because of your hormones, your period or something.” Kyle jokes.

“Great! So I’m a man and I’m just crazy?” Rúben rolls his eyes while his friend shakes his head amused “And you have a wife for longer than me, Walks?!? You should know better than to say stuff like that.” 

“It’s one of the side effects of becoming a father, I’m telling you..been there, done that..three times.” Kyle shrugs. 

“Well it sucks.” Rúben grumbles almost immediately as he crosses his arms to his chest. 

“It’s worth it, I can assure you of that.” a little smile is born on both their faces. “Hey, but let me know when your morning sickness goes away, okay?” Rúben groans while Kyle laughs, after all it’s a bit funny. 

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friends into strangers ✩ jude bellingham

summary: friends into strangers.

faceclaim: julia knezevic

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ynusername me and a random dude 😯😮

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judebellingham love you doll

ynusername @judebellingham maybe i love u 2 bellingham

user1 HOW CAN U GUYS BE SO CUTE

user2 i want this couple

user3 @user2 they are just friends 🙄 jude already said that

user4 i want this friendship

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ynusername love being with you guys :(

user5 he practically saying y/n is family 🥹

user6 @user5 girl?? they've been friends for like 7/8 years

user7 crazy how y/n is always with him

user8 i hope he realizes soon that y/n is in love with him

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jobebellingham hope you’re doing alright <3

ynusername @jobebellingham miss you 💗

user9 so pretty

user10 ok but jude is always the first one to like and comment on her pics

user11 i mean…what’s going on guys 😅🥲

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user12 can’t wait to see you playing again

user13 y/n is not liking or commenting his pics anymore :/ i miss them

user14 i hope y/n and jude make up :(

notes: tell me if u want a part 2 🥹💗

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oh to be in love :(

or just have mason as ur s/o ahhaahhahaahah

Jibber-jabber

Pairing : Mason Mount x reader

Theme : Fluff

This was so so so cute I had a blast writing it!

Your relationship with Mason wasn’t a secret amongst his fans. Two years ago, Mason asked you to be his girlfriend and a few months later, he uploaded a picture of you on his Instagram story which proved all those rumours that has been flying around to be true. His fans had found your social media way before Mason posted or confirmed anything and it was only because they saw Mason following you, a random girl with no more than 1000 followers and never missed to leave a like on every posts of yours though he never left any comments.

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ynbestfriend miss uuuu

masonmmupdate you are soooo pretty

footballwagssoon mason’s gf??

rebeccaa__19 are you mason’s girlfriend? 🥹

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masonmount has added to their story

12th June

ynusername has added to their story

2nd July

Even though everyone knew you were together and that you were no longer an unfamiliar face amongst the fans, you chose to keep it as private as you can. There would be an occasional pictures of you guys holding hands together or showing off your matching socks or a 2 seconds view of him in your Instagram story to which the fanpages would cut the part of the 15 seconds video and reposted it with the slow motion effect. It wasn’t because you were trying to hide anything or trying to be mysterious but it was because you wanted to use the social media platforms as your personal diary and no one stayed on one topic in their diary.

You had been staying at Mason’s house a lot this month as he tried to sort out his contract which meant he wasn’t at home that much so you would occasionally treat yourself on a solo date where you would took a stroll near the park or got yourself a coffee at the new coffee shop you came across. It was therapeutic sometimes to spend time with yourself.

But today, it was different. Mason asked you out to buy some stuffs at a department store. You told Mason that you wanted to do a vlog and that he didn’t have to be in it. He didn’t mind, of course but what he didn’t knew was that it wasn’t actually a vlog.

You already had your phone recording when you did your makeup earlier so as you talked thorough all the products that you were using, you decided to talk about the plan as well but in a whispering tone now. Not that Mason could hear but just to be safe. “So, we’re going out and I wanted to prank him. I’m gonna chatter about 20 random topics I could think about at one time and none of it are gonna make any sense. I’m not sure how he’s gonna react because he never gets annoyed with me so…”

“Babe, you ready?”

“Yeah!”

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“So, I went to this one bakery the other day, yeah?”

Mason had his hand on your thigh, like he always did whenever he drives and nodded to your question. Your phone was propped against something on the car dash to record both you and Mason. You had asked him once again if he wanted to be in the camera and he said of course he wanted to be seen in the camera with his girlfriend.

“And I asked the worker which one was the best-selling and she said it was pain au chocolat but they had a new menu that made them won the— Oh! Do you know the history of pain au chocolat?”

Mason blinked, trying to catch up with you before shaking his head. “No, I don’t know but babe, what about the new menu?”

“Mase, listen! So August Zang..”

“Wait, who’s Zang?”

“The one who brought pain au chocolat to France! This is why you should listen.”

“Okay, baby, I’m listening.”

“Oh! And there was this cute dog that passed by—”

“Was it Zang’s dog?”

“….what? Mase…” You gave in and cackled at his question. “That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Oh, yeah, tell me about it, princess.” He pinched on his furrowed brows, didn’t find this whole thing funny, in fact, it was kinda stressing him out but were you gonna stop? Not yet, of course so you continued.

“Then I felt like getting a green tea but there was a stranger that walked past me and the smell of coffee from the one that she was holding— the new menu was something to do with cranberry I think.”

“Okay, babe, are you okay?” He teared his eyes away from the road as the traffic light turned red and placed his hand on the side of your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you…want me to stop talking?” You leaned into his touch and trailed off.

“No, no. Keep talking. The topics are kinda complicated but I’ll manage. So, you were talking about the dog, yeah? No? Was it the coffee? Cranberry? Zang? Which one do you want start with?”

“I want to talk about the street art I saw…” You forlornly returned his gaze.

“Okay, I don’t mind adding one more topic. Let’s take it slow, okay? What about the street art?” Mason stroked his thumb against your jawline and took your hand in his. To him, you looked the most adorable when you talked. He had a hard time catching up, sure but he didn’t mind. The sight of you blabbering, the way you bit your lips to think off the next topic, the way your hands moved randomly with every words you said. He sworn he wouldn’t trade this moment with anything else. He was listening attentively but he also couldn’t stop gazing at you full of admiration. His precious girl.

To you, he didn’t look annoyed, didn’t look irritated. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to read his mind but the public could be the one to decide on that when you posted the video on your Tiktok.

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got me sobbing and kicking my feet during class

How do we say goodbye?

There’s a moment, for me, as a driver, I consider like my personal way to “settle down and go”. And for the first time in my life I wish I was wrong.

“If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

It’s a rainy day in the Baku GP, not usually we see rain in this circuit but I think that there’s a first time for everything. It’s one of those day when I look up to the sky and start thinking if there it’s something about to happen.

Well, I guess I wasn’t wrong.

“Radio check, y/n”

“Everything looks ok and wet, and I’m still hungry”

“Gotta wait for the end of the race, you’re currently P4, gap with Leclerc to 0.2 seconds”

“Copy” 

It was raining in the most extremely way and nobody have the decence of just put a stupid red flag, what a stupid thing coming from the FIA. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of these conditions, I’m afraid If something happen to somebody. Being the only female driver wasn’t easy, tons of people saying that I’m not as good but, being with Williams and being accepted by them just gives me all that I need to be who I am today.

“I don’t quite know How to say How I feel”

“When It’s the red flag coming up?”

“No news from the stewards, we’ll inform you”

“It’s pouring and I think…”

Silence

“y/n, are you ok? can you hear me?”

“There’s a massive crash on turn 10, we belive It’s the Williams of y/n. The race has been red flagged”

“we need to know you’re ok, help is on its way, stay calm if you can hear me”

Every driver stays in ther garages, waiting in silence, expecting for news, the thing is … they are not good, they don’t want to say goodbye, not again.

“The marshalls are trying to take her out of the car and I’ve never seen something like this before. I…I can’t…this is so heartbroken for me. I think she’s not moving, the ambulance arrived and they’re taking her. We can see all the drivers reunited. There’s no news about restarting the race but from here we hope that y/n is ok and get back soon”

Maybe.

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“Forget what we’re told Before we get too old Show me a garden that’s bursting into life”

It’s been a week since your accident, the GP was cancelled due petitions from all the teams. All the drivers refuse to race knowing that one of them was almost dying. After two surgerys, the doctors keep yourself in observation, you weren’t awake and without signs, no much can’t be done.

The day before the drivers were allowed to visit you, all of them reunited in petition of Alex, your teammate, he made a promise once and with an uncertain future he decided that it was the right time.

“I talked to her mom yesterday. She couldn’t finish the call” said Sebastian in a sad voice

“I feel empty, this is al FIAs fault, I mean, I can’t barely see anything in the circuit”  said Lando

“Yeah, we all agree with that, at the moment we have to keep our prayers and wait for her to heal. I just… I just call you all because…she…she just” start Alex but remembering the reason made him cry.

“Please don’t tell me she passed and we are the last to know” almost scream Max in horror

“Don’t even say that you morron” said George

Alex dry his tears and start “When we were testing the car she made promise to read out loud something but I can’t, I’m afraid to lose her, she’s my teammate, my friend and I’m hopeless. Her accident was horrible, The car was a mess and look at us, we are all a buch of mess boys ‘cause we are losing her” he starts crying ever more that George has to keep beside him “And…and have you seen her family? The have that look when we saw Anthoine parent’s after his accident. I…I can’t read this, sorry”

All the boys stand and hug eachother, thinking of you and how much you change their lifes.

“Let’s waste time Chasing cars Around our heads”

Being Alexs confident

Landos favourite parther in twitch

Maxs favourite admirer

Daniels shoulder to cry and prankster teammate

Pierre, Charles and Yukis mom

Lewis and Zhous stylist

Sebastian, Kevin and Alonsos gossip updater

Bottas favourite rookie

Carlos and Checos to be the one to always talk in spanish

Georges to be the one who always laugh with

Mick for helping him being his best version

Esteban for always watch with him Marvel movies and tv shows

And Lance to be his tennis pal

All of them remember. And one thing is sure. There’s no need of a letter of goodbye to remaind of special you are, how loved you are. They don’t want to say goodbye, doesn’t seem fair but…

There’s not always happy endings.

“Please seat, i’m gonna read it” said Lewis. He wait for all of them and open the envolope that contains your letter, he saw your handwriting, so organized with a blue tint on the paper.

He look all their faces and begins

“Hello, if you are reading this is because something happened to me during a race, well, this is not what we wanted but… well, everything happends for a reason. The thing is that i’m not scared, not at all, i mean, this is almost my last words, not coming from my voice but from the bottom of my heart, every race weekend i think about this, got scared and wanna quit sometimes ‘cause i don’t want to believe that i’m losing you.  I don’t know where my life is standing after this and everybody must be scared and sad and confused but I just want to let you know that my absence will never change that you guys are my family” Lewis just recieves a hug from Valteri who decides to continue reading.

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before we can meet again and again, after moments or a lifetime, is certain for those who are friends and family. Even though i am going away you will still be a core part of my life. For all the times we hang out with you all, shared laughs, pranks to everybody and races and now I will miss you all the time, hope you do the same. Goodbye. For now. And please, take care between each other. To you, all the drivers, thank you and I love you”.

“Those three words Are said too much They’re not enough”

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time to reblog some of the fics i’ve enjoyed reading 🥹

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Chapters From An Old Book

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, being cheesy, mentions of pregnancy and birth, britta being over seb’s nonsense, horner mention lmao, jenson being a little match maker, a trip down memory lane, mentions and references to sex, it’s giving anti ferrari for a slight second there, mark cameo + lance and sara cameo!, heart felt conversations, talks of his retirement. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: once again, i'm writing a flashback fic and are we surprised ? no. also shut up i’m emotional over this 35 year old german guy. – based on this ask - one

italics are flashbacks! 

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The door to the girls’ bedroom shut behind you quietly, you made your way down the stairs slowly so it wouldn’t creak. 

“Sebastian?” You called into the empty house, he was somewhere around here. He had been ‘nesting’ so to speak; trying to figure out what’s to come next. 

This was a big decision and it had been weighing heavy on him. 

You can hear the thumping coming from the basement and a groan, you follow the sound down to find your husband sitting on the floor with a bunch of storage containers and boxes. 

“Hi honey,” he glances at you, patting the spot next to him. 

You join him on the floor. “What’s all this?” You ask, peeking into the box in front of him. He pulls out a stack of photos, held together with a rubber band. 

“Just going down memory lane.” 

Sebastian wasn’t one for looking to the past, good nor bad; so you knew something was up if you found him down here. 

He was flipping through the pictures when you found a CD in the box. “What’s that?” He asks, you make your way over to put it into the DVD player you had in the basement. 

“No clue, but we’re about to find out.” 

You hit play and return to Seb, the two of you looking at the screen.  It’s a copy of his first win, Monza 2008; there’s a few scratches on the CD because it jumps a bit but you glance at your husband. 

“That’s one of the greatest moments of my life.” He smiles, his eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Why only one of the greatest? Why not the greatest?” 

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i may or may have given writing a shot again 🧐

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Road to 55

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boo, baby - mick schumacher instagram au.

summary: you & mick take on the schumacher tradition of halloween photo shoots, only yours are a little less…. traditional.

warnings: sexual content

images are NOT mine, all were found on the internet. full credit to the original owners.

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danielricciardo i’m the king of fashion mick

mickschumacher you dress like a cowboy with a glitter kink

nataliepinkham will you two behave?!

sebastianvettel adorable 💙

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kevinmagnussen y/n really gave you an outstanding glow up

mickschumacher i‘ve always been this good looking 😒

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mickschumacher thanks guys nice to know you love my girlfriends ass

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landonorris i don’t know if i find this cool or gross

estebanocon i fear this is only the beginning

mickschumacher 🤷

pierregasly taking leaves out of my book i see

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pierregasly so does mick judging by that lead

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lewishamilton can i have my trench coats back next weekend?

sebastianvettel trench coats? plural?

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sebastianvettel for once i’m not

charles_leclerc you look more like the three blind mice 🙄

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sebastianvettel was this taken in my garage?

mickschumacher yeah hanna gave us a tour😊

sebastianvettel i guess i’ll let you off 🙄

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danielricciardo “ghostface knows how to hit all the right spots” title of your sex tape 😁

landonorris you took my joke 😒

charlottesiine Y/N!!!!!!

mickschumacher baby….

charles_leclerc could’ve put a trigger warning on this one

heidiberger_ for some reason i expected this from you…

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mickschumacher jennifer’s body but make her hotter than megan fox

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yourusername i’m impressed by your knowledge of female horror icons

alex_albon i would say it’s all because of lily but that would be a lie

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georgerussell63 mick caught in 4K 👀🤣

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lewishamilton y/n y/l/n driver of the day … 🤣

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You and I, Forever.  - C.L

the one where you and charles navigate his high-end career while trying to stay loyal with eachother from a long distance. which proves to be harder for one certain party.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader, f1 drivers x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: ANGST, LIKE HARDCORE ANGST, CRYING, YELLING, SWEARING, CHEATING, DRINKING, ASSHOLE CHARLES

the scene at the end is inspired by jack and alice - dont worry darling

midnights by taylor also inspired this a little

It was Heaven on Earth.

Waking up and being able to turn your head to your left, (the right was your side always has been) and seeing his face. Sleeping peacefully, stress-free. These were the few moments of relaxation and quiet the two of you got in your busy lives. The slow mornings in Monaco kept you sane in the day.

And you savoured them, every day. 

You and Charles had been together since as long as you could remember.

Well that may not be entirely accurate but that’s how you felt.

The two of you had been introduced to each other at Lando’s birthday party. You had been best friends with Lando since the day you shouted in his face at the go-kart track at the age of 6 for kicking your tires, which, according to him, had been entirely accidental. Which of course didn’t rest well with you as you continued to berate him about being rude. And when instead of shouting back he broke down in tears and apologized profusely you couldn’t help but apologise.

The rest of the day you spent clung to eachother’s side after a long period of back and forth apologies and hugs. From that day forward you too had been inseparable or however the cliché goes. And when you had ran to his home at the age of 13 with the biggest smile on your face and rambled on about how you had landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Nick Fury’s niece who ended up with powers - he was your number one supporter. Every night he would call you no matter the time zone. He read lines with you, everything. 

And at the age of 17 when your character, Emery, died during Winter Soldier he was there to console you. He helped you get on your feet and continue to audition for roles. Which resulted in you landing multiple roles, including American Horror Story, Peaky Blinders as well as The Fantastic Beasts Trilogy which resulted in the two of you fangirling over Harry Potter. You were all ways there for each other. But over the years with both of your growing success and blossoming careers your relationship strained over time. 

So when you received the invitation in your email last year while sitting around on the set of Outer Banks you lunged at the idea of seeing your ‘Little Lando.’ as you liked to call him even when he threatened to run you over with his very own Formula One car.

Which was how you ended up at his 21st Birthday in Brazil, Rio. There the two of you spent practically the entire night catching up with each-other and eachother’s lives. Minutes turned to hours in the span of seconds in your head. It was only when Carlos, Daniel and Luisnha (I miss you come back) made their way towards the two of you with the other guests in tow did you realize how long the two of you had spent together. 

“Happy Birthday Little Lando!” You beamed as everyone else laughed at the nick-name, which Lando was very much not. 

“Oh shut it.”

As he blew out the candles and everyone cheered you realized there was no knife, utensils or plates to eat with. And when you offered you were met with Daniels laugh and “We’ll eat with our hands, caveman style!”

Which was met with protests by every girl in attendance. And surprisingly Pierre. “What? I don’t want to get my outfit dirty.” 

As you left you could hear the teasing remarks thrown towards Pierre, which brought a smile on your face. The party was smaller than what you’d expect, but mostly due to the fact Lando had thrown a huge party the night before which also explained the fact that no one was drinking since everyone was probably still 75% tequila at the time. And you liked this. The music wasn’t too loud, the DJ, well there was no DJ.

There was the cheap knock-off DJ Lando instead. 

Lando claimed the reasoning for not having a DJ being that “I want this to be small, fun. And some rando mashing music and pumping his fist in the air is not what I want.” But everyone knew he wanted to be the DJ, not because they asked but by the fact that no normal non-DJ had huge 5 foot speakers and thousands of dollars of equipment just laying around. 

As you opened up cabinets collecting everything you heard a cabinet behind you open. “Guess we both had the idea for collecting plates and all huh?” He had spoken as you turned to be met with a joyful Charles gripping onto 10 or so plates with utensils stuffed in his pockets. Which was a great sight, according to you and the fact that it took every bone in your body to not just start bursting out with laughter at the sight in front of you.

“I guess we did!”

“What’s that Western saying? Great people think the same?”

You giggled as you smiled back, “Something like that.”

After the cake cutting and all the rest of the night was spent laughing, dancing and skinny dipping. In that order. All night. Only the drivers and their girlfriends stayed back since most of them were staying in Rio for the race but the rest of his friends were returning back home in the next day or two. So after a few tearful goodbyes (mostly because of the alcohol as well as the fact that it would most likely be a while until they were all together again) the rest of you were knocked out. The yacht was more than big enough to accommodate all 20 or so of you. 

Originally, Lily, Carmen and you were going to sleep together but the two of them ended up passed out in bedrooms with their boyfriends. Lando and Luis were together, somewhere, Isa and Carlos and so on. And since someone up there had it out for you, Charles and you ended up sharing. Which you were now eternally grateful for since that resulted in drunken thoughts and late night talking. 

(harry styles reference there 😏)

In the morning the pair of you had to explain to Carlos, Daniel, Max and Pierre (which is seriously the worst quartet to find the two of you) how you ended up with your dress hanging on for life whilst draped over the window sill which lead to a very watery grave if it was windy but thankfully the deck was below. And not only that but how your bra ended up falling on Lando’s face as he was calling the two of you the night prior to let you know that Luishna and himself were sleeping on the hammock. And (yes there’s somehow more) how your thong ended up stuffed in the back pocket of Charles’s jeans, which were fully displayed on the floor. 

And if that was bad, Lando’s reaction made theirs’s seem like they welcomed the two of you as a couple with open arms. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Charles, my best friend! You fucked my best friend on my birthday! While I was 5 feet away? And you. Didn’t think I forgot about you Y/n did you? Why the hell would you do that to me? One of my best mates. What is wrong with the two of you?” 

After that bombshell it took quite literally everyone else on the yacht besides Charles and yourself to calm him down. After he did it took you about three hours after those 2 hours of cool down time to explain to him that it was perfectly normal for people to hook up, but it wasn’t exactly like that with the two of you. You told him how you and Charles talked. For hours after everyone went to bed. About every and anything. Pain. Love. Family.

You were yearning to learn anything you could about him and he was the same.

You had never felt this way before. You’d heard about him before, and like everyone else who had any clue about Formula One as well as the Charles Leclerc you wanted to know more. And you learnt so much more.

From his favourite food to his best friends to his biggest regrets and so on. You told him everything too, from your favourite food, to friends to regrets. You felt at ease with him. His eyes calmed you in a way you had never known. The feeling of lying your head on his chest and listening to him laugh thrilled you. 

Even if it took a few blank stares and a bit of awkward silences for the rest of the day Lando eventually came around to the idea of the two of you together.

“Mon amour? Es-tu debout?”

Are you up?

“Mm-hm.”

“Good.”

“Nous devons nous préparer. Je dois aller travailler et toi aussi.”

We have to get ready, I have work and so do you.

“Je sais, donne-moi juste une minute pour te regarder dans le soleil.“

I know, just give me a minute to look at you in the sun.

“Charles!” 

“Mon ange tu es absolument magnifique pouvez-vous me reprocher de vouloir regarder?”

 Mon ange you look absolutely gorgeous, can you blame for wanting to stare?

“You’ve been staring at me every morning for the past 2 years get over it.” You giggled as you made an attempt to get up, which was foiled as he pulled you back into bed, snuggling his nose into your neck. 

“First of all our 2 year anniversary is actually in 9 days. It’s only the fourth of November. Secondly, Je ne t'oublierai jamais mon amour. Jamais.”

I’ll never get over you my love. Never. 

“You’re cheesy. Now get up and get dressed babe.” You said as you kissed him on the cheek and made your way to the bathroom. 

You were dressed, showered and clean. 

Charles had just stumbled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He threw on a hoodie and sweats, grabbed his bag, slipped his shoes on and was sitting on the bed scrolling on Instagram. 

You were putting on mascara when he came behind you and slung his arms around your neck per usual as he rested his head on yours. 

“God you’re gorgeous.” He gushed. “Thank you monsieur.”  - Mister.

“Mister? Oh so I’m mister now huh?” He said as he grinned before tickling your sides.

“Oh! O-okay I’m sorry! Charles- Ah!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you swatted his arms with your hairbrush before he finally stopped. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But at least you learnt your lesson right?” He smiled before getting slapped on the back of his head, “Merde! Ow.” - Shit

“C’mere.” You said as you kissed his cheek. “Seriously? You didn’t even brush your hair.” You spoke disappointed in him. Bracing your hairbrush you softly pushed him back to sit on the countertop before brushing it out. 

These were the moments you cherished. The sweet ones. The ones in which nothing mattered besides the man standing in front of you with the stupid grin on his face as he made inappropriate jokes after being told to fuck himself to which he combatted with “Why fuck my self? Especially when you can fuck m-”

After a few more minutes of messing around and scolding your boyfriend for purposefully messing up his hair again You finally ended up in the car and off to your respective destinations. You were in Maranello for a movie shoot and Charles was here to work as well, but it was your last day in Maranello as now, ironically enough you were off to Mexico for the film. You had tried to get the production team to move the dates around and film in Mexico first so that you could support Charles but that didn’t go anywhere. 

He dropped you off at the airport but not before embarrassing you as you were waiting to grab a coffee as he shouted across the security check-in in Italian, “Ti amo così tanto mia colomba. Sei fantastica e la migliore ragazza che potrei chiedere. Buona fortuna al lavoro!”

I love you so much my dove. You are amazing and the best girlfriend I could ask for. Good luck at work!

Which would have been fine despite the fact that he didn’t say it in his own language, French, he spoke in Italian. While in the middle of an Italian Airport. Which (Lucky you) had Italian fans of Ferrari as well as yours around who had to film it. Now you were lying, it wasn’t that embarrassing, you admired his love for you, it just would’ve been better in private.

But then again how could you Charles upset you?

After the exhausting 13 hour flight as well as hour spent on the plane waiting for the Jetway to be attached to the plane after difficulties beforehand and then the 2 hours it took for baggage claim and security?

Safe to say you were done for the day. 

On the way back you couldn’t help but grin. Your interaction a the airport with Charles had gone viral, Tiktok, Instagram everything. The comments made your heart swell and even on Twitter the two of you were trending. 

You even reposted the interaction from a fan of yours and tagged Charles. Seeing your fans being so civil with each other made you happy. At first the two of you were about 2 months into the relationship and had no clue how your fans would take it. Especially the more, uhm, passionate, (crazy) ones you could say.

The next couple of days were a blur, Wake up at 4:30 am. 

Out of the house by 5 am, 3-4 hour to two hour long breaks and lunch breaks.

Work until 11:00 pm. 

It was a tedious process but being surrounded with so many great people and friends made it all better. 

13th November, Lando’s Birthday. 

Also Charles and your 2 Year Anniversary.

You were depressed the entire day. The set was currently closed due to a Covid scare from a Crew Member which resulted in the delay of production for over 2 weeks. Which was okay with you, but you told you couldn’t travel until the Crew Member tested negative which was what you were told yesterday. And the crew member, Emery, had texted you saying she was negative, encouraging you to fly to Charles to support him. 

And after a few discussions with your own team and other actors who were apparently flying back to their family for Thanksgiving, which you didn’t celebrate since you were British. And again after debating with your team and doing a bit of research yourself of price tickets for flights you decided to treat yourself with a private jet instead.

 If your boyfriend has a jet and he offers it, what are you supposed to say? 

No?

Hell no. Or uh, hell yes! You boarded on Tuesday night around 11:00 pm since you had called Arthur to have the plane brought over only about 20 hours before. So on short notice a night time flight was the best idea.

You arrived at the hotel Charles was staying at around 9 in the morning. Charles was already gone and you decided to settle in then. You unpacked your overnight bag as you found it unnecessary to pack a lot if you were returning a few days later. Plus you could always buy more clothes if needed.

Security escorted you to the grid as you tried to draw the least amount of attention and Eleven bodyguards weren’t exactly the best way to stay out of the spotlight. So you resorted to only 2 bodyguards, both women, both dressed in merch, same as you. You came through the fan area rather than drivers/workers. And once you had made it through Charles’s PR manager directed you to hospitality and to Carlos’s driver room where you stayed for the race. 

You were planning on surprising him at the race but seeing your boyfriend on top of the podium and having champagne sprayed on him from multiple directions had you dying on the inside because of how fucking gorgeous he looked. So you opted for surprising him at the party instead.

It was around 5:23 pm and Charles went straight from the track to his hotel room whilst you were still at the paddock, waiting for Isa so the two of you could go out for a very late lunch, and by ‘out’ you meant the Williams Hospitality since Lily was there and Alex had an amazing P6 finish, so all of you were in great moods. A bit of calm before the storm. The storm being the absolute insanity of  Celebration Parties. 

“I still don’t get why you didn’t go out there. If Carlos was on the podium look like a fucking Greek, or in the boys’ case, Monegasque and Spanish Gods? I would’ve probably jumped on Carlos in front of everyone.” Isa joked as you smiled. “You kinda did. You forgetting this was a 1-2 finish or something?”

“Oops, guess I forgot.” “How could you forget? I certainly didn’t, I still remember all the things you promised to do to m-” Isa slapped Carlos’s arm, “Carlos! Jesus shut it!” Isa blushed as she buried her head in her hands. 

“Ai, I’m kidding mi amor.” Carlos sweetly smiled as he kissed her forehead. “The party has already started. Everyone’s making their way over to Le Ana’s Pub, Club whatever. Want us to give you a ride? We might be a little late since I need to change and Isa wants to as well.” You nodded, wanting to change from the jeans and white corset top which to be honest was starting to constrict your airways. 

The pair of them got into their car and pulled around to the private exit in order to avoid anyone noticing you were present. By the time you pulled in, changed and were all ready it was around 8. All three of you decided to take showers and Carlos and Isa might have started to fool around a bit.

Early celebrations meant for late nights.

It took your trio over 35 minutes to get Le Ana. Yes it was 20 minutes away but Carlos was already slightly tipsy and so was Isa. The two of them coincidentally forgot their wallets/purses about 10 minutes in. And then the two of them needed McDonalds even though you told them they could get food at the club instead. 

You felt amazing. 

You were wearing a gorgeous Ferrari red bodycon dress which looked amazing too. 

So imagine how you felt when you walked in shortly behind Carlos and Isa after trying to explain to Valet that the red Ferrari was in fact yours but since he was a stupid 50 year old man who refused to believe in a women being able to afford such a car you decided to park yourself. And after talking to the word ‘headache’ personified you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend, quite literally glowing under the flashing lights in Champagne, with the biggest grin on his face whilst brushing strands of hair behind an insanely beautiful woman’s ear. 

You felt like scratching your dress off. The air in the room was apparently non-existent since you couldn’t grasp the concept of breathing. Your chest was closing in on your heart, clawing at it, attacking her. 

Just as Charles was attacking the neck of the woman on his lap. His hands hastily making their way up her thigh, as if time was running out for him. As if someone was holding a stopwatch, timing his swift actions.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you swatted it away immediately. Letters were trying to form in your head as whoever was with you had words spewing out of their mouth like a fountain. Although, you were quite content with the idea of letting those words, that fountain drown you then and there. 

But of course someone was again laughing at you from up there. Your life literally seemed like a movie. A novella. Just as the couple got settled, BOOM! Curveball. Right now you felt like banging your head against a curb instead.

“Y/n!” 

You finally let the words sink in.

“Are you okay? Took you a while to get here, no?” 

Turning to your right you were met with a smiling Pierre. He himself had reasons to be happy. He somehow managed to finish P3. Max and Lewis had managed to take themselves out at turn 3, along the way Daniel locked up, causing his collision with barriers at a very unlucky time as Lando was coming speeding round and managed to also get caught up in the pile up. This gave the best of the rest a chance to snag some very pretty points up. 

“Y/n/n? What is i-” Pierre’s jaw was most likely broken at the speed it dropped open. “Oh that little fucker!” Those words managed to bring you back to reality as you watched Pierre walk over to Charles, and you sure as hell didn’t miss how his hands were now in fists. 

You ran after him of course, but didn’t catch up in time as when you got there the woman your boyfriend was with was now standing to the side, eyes glossy and her hands clapped over her mouth. A crowd was beginning to draw in as Pierre yelled at his best friend.

 “Vous plaisantez j'espère? Es-tu tellement ivre que tu ne réalises pas que cette salope n'est pas ta petite amie? Putain, réponds-moi! Je me fiche que tu sois ma meilleure amie, elle est aussi ma meilleure amie. Je jure devant Dieu que je vais te botter le cul Charles!”

Are you kidding me? Are you so drunk you don’t realize that bitch isn’t your girlfriend? Fucking hell answer me! I don’t care if you’re my best friend, she’s also my best friend. I swear to god I’ll kick your ass Charles. 

Daniel, Carlos and George were there in an instant, pulling Pierre off of Charles whilst the rest of the drivers and team members were dispersing the crowd. “What the hell is going on? Pierre what the fuck!” Daniel shouted as the party was back in swing, music blaring, people dancing etc.

“That little fuck head was groping some random chick while Y/n was standing across the room!” Pierre explained whilst trying to not lunge at his best friend. 

“Seriously Charles?” Daniel asked as Charles felt himself turn red, “Yeah.” He managed to mumble before Daniel scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you go around kissing random girls when you’ve been in a relationship for over 2 years!”

You didn’t know what to do. You were just standing there, as Charles desperately tried to make eye contact with you. Which was difficult since Pierre was right next to you staring daggers into his head. Everybody was shouting. And honestly the only voice you wanted to hear right now was Charles. You felt like he should apologize after everything at least. No, he owed you an apology.

“Charles.” 

Somehow that managed to shut everyone up. The miracle was mostly how everyone managed to hear you. 

“No need to shout I’m right here.” Oh.

“Outside. Now.” And that had him up on his feet. Good. He still remembered when you weren’t asking. 

You were hoping the wind would help ease you. And you were right. As you leaned over the balcony you felt the cool breeze blow through your hair. Almost as if it was being brushed. 

“You wore the dress I got you.” 

You chuckled, “Yup, I decided to wear it to surprise you. Back when we still loved each other. When we were loyal. Do you remember those days? Or has that model managed to erase me? Our memories together?” 

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true.” 

“Actually I don’t. I left you, for only a few days. And it only took you two bottles of champagne and an hour without me to forget the two years of us being together. The love we shared. The early mornings. The late nights where it was just us, staring at each other, while nothing else mattered when we had one another. The lazy days where we lounged around, watched movies, cooked together, laughed together, everything. Together.”

“Y/n please.”

“You remember our 6 month anniversary? We were sitting in the park, there was nobody around. The sun was setting and we were having the best time. Low music playing, you read to me, with that stupid smile on your face as you couldn’t stop laughing at my singing. The sprinklers turned on and we laughed, you put the book away and looked at me for a bit, then you pulled me in and told me-”

“Toi et moi, pour toujours.“

“You and I, forever.”

“Or our one year anniversary? We watched Christmas movies in front of the fire place? In the morning we work up and there were fire place ashes everywhere?”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it. I promise. You know me, you know me! I love you please, please don’t do this. 2 years, 2 years of you and me. And that’s not enough. I need more, I love you so much you don’t know. I was lonely and I know that’s not an excuse but-” 

“You’re right. It’s not an excuse. If you were lonely you could’ve called. You know I would pick up straight away. No matter where I was. And if I didn’t? Well that’s not possible, I always do. That’s how much I love you. I would drop everything for you. But you would never do the same for me!”

“I would! Mi amor I would. Anything! Everything. You mean more than-”

“Racing?”

“What?” Charles looked as if you had slapped him, which you were about 4 seconds from doing so.

“Racing. I believe you would give up everything. But would you give it up? Racing? Formula One or me? You’ve always put me in second place, I always put you first. This can’t work Charles. I need someone who treats me the same way I treat them.” 

“I treat you like a fucking princess! I get you everything you want, whenever you want. Jewellery, dresses everything! And you can’t even get over me focusing on my career are you fucking joking?” 

You didn’t know when your laughs turned to sobs but they did. 

“Y/n, I- fuck. I’m drunk okay? A-and I don’t mean it.”

“Please, Charles.” You sobbed as he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your stomach. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He mumbled as he continued kissing you.

“No stop, stop, stop it. I can- can’t breathe. Please let me go.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, please.”

You got his arms off you as he got to his feet, “I can’t. Charles, I wish you the best I really do. I love you.” You said as you pulled him in, on your tip-toes kissing his forehead as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

You pulled away, knowing that if you stayed any longer he’d probably convince you to stay with him. 

“I’m sorry.”

And then and there your heart shattered. Walking away from him, you didn’t turn back. Even though your heart was begging you, one last look. Even when you heard his sobs, as much as you felt like running back, kissing him, hugging him, telling him the two of you could work it out, you continued walking away.

Charles was slumped on the floor, knees to chest as he mumbled into his knees.

“You and I, forever.”

The second you got into your car you cried. Panic attack and panic attack, you felt like screaming. 

You wanted it comfortable he wanted the pain. 

Your last straw was the text you received.

mi amor <3 - We didn’t get to have our anniversary.”

[eyarecs]

Our pumpkin patch - Lewis Hamilton

Get ready for a bunch of outdated Halloween prompts because I can never stick to a schedule hehe! I actually hate this, but I've been so inactive and felt like I had to post something haha! I hope you all enjoy it regardless. Love you all! 🤍

Summary: when you and Lewis have a rare night together, you set up a scavenger hunt to surprise your husband with your upcoming member of the patch…

“Are we still staying in tonight?” You sighed, nuzzling yourself closer into your husbands chest as he placed his arms around you for a morning cuddle, something you had grown use to after a heathy 4 years together. “I think so!” He smiled, kissing the top of your head “unless you want to do something else, I heard there’s going to be a party at Toto’s-“

“No!” You insisted a little to quick and loudly , causing Lewis to raise slightly from the bed in confusion “I mean, I just want to spend tonight with you… only you!” A soft sigh fell from his lips as he pulled you closer to him. The familiar pit of guilt raising in him as your words repeated in his head. Before he met you he hated the idea of getting married or being tied down to a person, not liking the idea of leaving them for so long and creating a long distance that could of easily been kept short, but then he met you…

He knew you were special from your first meeting, the way your eyes beamed for every person in the room welcoming them all with a genuine smiles. But when your eyes met his your whole demeanour changed, it was like your whole body froze, eyes losing there gleam slightly as they transformed into a look of astonishment and lust, and his body mirrored yours unconsciously. From that moment you knew that you were bound to be together, and once your relationship grew stronger and tighter, Lewis couldn’t wait anymore to get down on one knee, making you his forever… making you Mrs Hamilton!

Of course he still hated leaving you, moments like right know confirming that, but he knew that your small distance made your love stronger, giving him something to fight on the track for and something to look forward to when he was able to come home.

Tilting your chin up slightly, he hovered his lips over hours, making your eyes flutter open “you have me… only me & it’ll always be that way..”

‘No it won’t’ you thought, hoping he wouldn’t feel the smirk on your face as you brought your lips together, climbing on to his body as your hand traced up and down his cheek “are you sure I have you now?” You whispered, lips still attached to his as you slowly rotated your hips against his growing bulge, making him groan against your lips.

Keeping you close to him, he flipped your positions around, causing you to shriek as he straddled your petite body. His hand drifted under the material of his shirt that laid loose over your body, making your breathe hitch as he teased your skin that so desperately want to be touched. “Please, Lew...” you moaned as he hovered over your breasts, not giving you want you needed so badly as he kissed you as though his hands were doing something innocent. Removing his lips from yours he kissed along your neck, nibbling your ear softly as he whispered “I’m sure… I’m sure I’ve got you as well from those pretty sounds coming from your lips” only then did he give in to your touches, both of you getting lost in between the sheets as your moans mixed into the morning air. Sex was no longer a thing that was purely for pleasure in your life when you met him, he somehow having an ability to enlighten your body with not only pleasure but also passion and trust… no matter how rough he’d go or how rushed it maybe, he always made you feel like you are the only girl in the world… because to him you are!

"Do you have to go?" You groaned as you hung on to him, not ready for him to leave you just yet. A sigh fell from his lips along with a guilty chuckle as he tried to peel your body away from him "You know I do darling; Toto will kill me if I miss another meeting!" Last time you stopped Lewis from going to one of his meetings in Monaco, Toto was fuming, reading right through his lie of him being unwell knowing full well that he just didn't want to leave you! His team never saw you as a distraction, Lewis never made you one, and he balanced his work and personal life perfectly, but that didn't mean that there wasn't the occasional flicker of favouritism when it came to choosing between you and his sport, there being no Suprise when you always came on top of the battle.

Seeing the guilt in his eyes, you let him go, a frustrated groan leaving your lips as you rolled over shoving your head into his pillow "Fine you can go but tell Toto I hate him..." Lewis chuckled at your words, only just making them out as they came out as nothing more than a muffled sign. Leaning back over the bed, he placed a delicate peck in between your bare shoulder blades, causing the familiar feeling of butterflies to float across your skin "Will do, princess..." He laughed lightly "Now you get some more rest, yeah? I'll see you at 6!" Once again, he struggled to make out your response, but as he heard a light snore fall from your body, he took it as a confirmation that he could go.

Getting ready for the day while you were still tangled in your sheets has always been a distraction for him. His eyes flickering between his own reflection in the mirror and the slight reflection of you still sleeping in the bed, made his heart melt. He hated leaving you like this, all relaxed in the comfort of his home. It was times like that when the thought of retiring flashed his mind, you always tried to dismiss the conversation, telling him that his legacy was nowhere near over and he still had so much more to prove to not only the f1 fanbase but the world. But the truth was that if he did leave, move on from the sport that had helped him climb up to being one of the best athletes in the world, he'd have a new legacy to build... a family with you, and that to him was more precious than any world title or trophy could ever be! Once he was dressed and cleaned up after an eventful morning, he went on to make the morning a little easier for you, tidying up the kitchen from the night before, feeding roscoe, and even setting you up a little breakfast before he actually left, counting down the hours until he was able to return back to you!

Making sure you heard the door fully shut, you climbed out of bed, giving him an extra minute or so in case he forgot something before you tiptoed to your wardrobe, pulling out the little box that you had hidden from him. No matter how many times you opened it, tears gathered in your eyes, not truly believing what you saw!

"Right, Roscoe..." You smiled, patting the bulldogs head as he slept next you "Let's get daddy's suprise ready for him, yeah?"

Taking the box with you, you ran downstairs, immediately going into the cupboard to pull out your fall decorations, something that Lewis, fortunately, knew about so it wouldn't seem odd when he walked into a completely different decorated house. You decided to start with the living room, changing out the summer look to an autumnal vibe. New maple-colored cushions were placed on your couch as you hung a burnt orange crocheted throw across the top of it. As you were changing out the candles, your eyes flickered toward the photos placed on the shelf, each having one thing in common. "Your daddy sure loves a hug, eh?" You spoke, gazing at each picture as if it was the first time you had seen them. Lewis's arms were wrapped around you in each one of them, some of them being behind hugs, while others where you snuggled on his lap as he looked into the camera with a huge smile on his face. Picking up the one that stuck out to you the most...

You, Lewis, and Roscoe all huddled on the couch, the banner behind you saying welcome home as you looked at each other with eyes of love. The memory was a fond one, you moving into all of Lewis's homes as your relationship took the next step. But there was something about his Colorado home that took a special place in your heart, you didn't know if it was the privacy of it or the warm feeling you get when you stepped inside. Whatever it was it felt like home... and that's what it became to the two of you. "We'll have to take a new one soon, roscoe..." You whispered, hand hovering your swollen belly "With the four of us..." Roscoe let out a small huff as if out of jealousy, causing you to throw your head back laughing "It's just the three of us for now, spud... you'll always be little baby!" Giving him one last pat on the head, you went back to work, making sure the whole apartment was full of autumn accessories before getting started on your notes.

When you first found out you were expecting, you were stuck on ways to tell him! Umming and awing over whether to go simple with just a T-shirt and the test or go more out and put on a show for him. But as you flicked through many pregnancies' announcements, the perfect idea came to you, a perfect combination between simple and all out, and all you needed was a few envelopes and a pumpkin, one a little smaller than the ones you carved a couple of nights ago!

The time flew by, as you continued to set the apartment up, and before you knew it, your husband's voice echoed around the place "Angel... I'm home!" He yelled the familiar sentence, causing a smile to appear on your face as you grabbed the first enevelope.

"Did you do all of this by yourself?" Lewis cooed in awe as he looked around the apartment, making his way over to you to give you a hug. "It's not that much, lew" You giggled, as he picked you up slightly, twirling you around "It's only a couple of cushions and candles!"

"Are you kidding? It looks amazing! You should have told me though and I could have helped you!"

"I didn't want you to..." You teased, jumping out of his arms and taking a step back "I've got a Suprise for you, Anway!" Raising his eyebrow up in confusion, he breathed out "What for? Have I missed an anniversary or something?"

"No silly..." You giggled, leaning over to give him a peck on his blushing cheeks "Just because I love you!" Not giving him a chance to reply, you handed him the small orange envelope, making more confusion cross his face. "What is this now?"

"Just open it please..." You pushed, anticipation rushing over you as he tore it open. His eyes scanned over the little piece of card in his eyes, heart-melting at your scribbled handwriting "How are you so perfect?..."

"I try my best..." You blushed, trying to change the topic quickly "C'mon read it out loud then!"

"It's time for a scavenger hunt, hip hip hooray! Now go to the place where we both lay!" A huge smirk appeared on his face, at your poor attempt to rhyme "Great one sweetie, bet that one took you ages to think off!"

"Shut up and follow the clue!" You giggled, grabbing his hand as you led him through the apartment into the bedroom. Where the next envelope lay on the freshly made bed, surrounded by a bunch of fake leaves "You've really put in the effort for this one, haven't you?" He laughed, love clear in his voice as he pecked your lips gently. Blushing, you shrugged "Like I said I do try!"

For the next 20 minutes, you had him running around your apartment, going through cupboards, climbing under chairs, and even going through his trophy collection to find the clues.

"Is the last one now, Honey?" Lewis chuckled, slightly out of breath after running around "I don't think I can handle anymore; I've forgotten why you're making me do this..." His hand went to grab the next envelope, which was thoughtfully placed on the picture you saw earlier "That was a good day, wasn't it..." Lewis smiled fondly at the memory, remembering every single detail as his hand went to grab a hold of the envelope. Anticipation getting the better of your voice, you just nodded, silently urging him to open it, and once he did his eyebrows furrowed once more....

'I love looking back at our family of three but hold on a second what's that under our garden tree!'

"What does that even mean?!" Lewis chuckled, turning the note around to where you stood with amusement. "Follow the clue!" You shrugged, allowing him to take your hand in his. But before he led you out to the balcony porch, he pulled you into his, arms wrapping around you tight as he kissed the top of your head "What's this for?" You giggled, nuzzling further into his chest as he continued to leave delicate kisses. Tilting your chin up slightly, he placed his lips on yours mumbling softly on them "Just because..."

Pulling away from the kiss with a smile, you pecked his lips once more "I love you so much, Lew..."

"I love you too, darling!" He smiled back, grabbing your hand once more "Now come on, let's see what's under the garden's tree!" Your apartment was once again filled with nothing but laughs, as he dragged you to the porch, his eager hands pulling open the door.

"What the hell?!" He gasped, as he looked around the 'empty porch' where nothing but his workout equipment and dining table was "There's nothing out here (y/n)..."

"Look under the tree..." You whispered, tears already gathering in your eyes as he walked over to where the three pumpkins were...

The one that he designed... The one that you designed... & a smaller one with your ultrasound picture leaned against it

Lewis's body froze as he stared at the small pumpkin patch in front him, not even being able to read the sign above it as the tears instantly fell from his cheeks "Are you serious?" Lewis mumbled voice barely a whisper. Your hands shook with nerves, as you silently nodded, not knowing whether to take his words positively or negatively. But when his hands cupped his face and sobs of relief echoed around you, you knew there wasn't anything to be nervous about.

"I'm going to be a dad..." He mumbled through cries, falling into your body as you wrapped him a warm hug "I'm actually going to be a dad!"

Not being able to speak yourself, you just nodded, your own tears mirroring his as your giggled "You're going to be a dad, Lew..." A squeal left your mouth as he picked you up, twirling you around with cheers of 'thank you's' and 'I love you's'.

"I can't believe it..." He sighed, dropping you back to the ground as he placed a delicate kiss on your growing belly "Our baby is in there!" He whispered, repeating the action over and over again as you laughed.

His hands reached out to grab the picture, more tears escaping as he looked at it with astonishment "This is unbelievable (y/n).." He smiled, pecking your lips repeatedly "Your unbelievable! How long did you keep this from me...?"

"About 2 weeks!" You smirked, rubbing your belly "I wanted to wait for the perfect timing! "

"Well, this sure is it!" He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, as you stared at the little pumpkin patch in front of you.

"I love you so much... I love you both so much!" He sighed, looking back down to you before glancing back to the corner of the pumpkins, finally being able to read aloud the sign that hung above it....

'The hamilton's pumpkin patch... Newest member ready to pick up in June 2023!'

"I need to tell Toto, that next year will be my last season..." Lewis interrupted the moment, trying to get out your arms to grab his phone, but your desperate hands stopped him. "Don't you dare!" You sternly spoke, a smile still on your face.

"Why not?!"

"Because..." You smiled, pecking his lips as you grabbed his hand hovering it over your tummy "I want our little pumpkin to witness the best driver in the history of the sport..." His fell back on yours as more tears slipped down his cheek...

"& I want him to know that that's their daddy!"

[eyarecs]

Out of Time

Rating: M (18+) Words: 11.4k Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Navigating a world in which you are co-parenting with Lewis whilst dealing with your own heartbreak has never been easy, throwing a trip to Canada with him into the mix makes it a recipe for disaster. 18+.

“Lewis Hamilton, seven time champion of the world!”

That one line had become the backing track to your attempt at a lie in that morning. You were quite impressed with your ability to withstand it for nearly an hour before you had enough, it was far longer than usual.

The usual morning routine was playing out as it always did, sometime in the wee hours your daughter had found her way to your bed, her blanket in one hand and her iPad in the other, where she would prop herself up against your headboard to watch the one video she loved more than all the others. 

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[eyarecs]

daddy day care | PG10

PAIRING: dad!pierre gasly x mom!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SYNOPSIS: you and charlotte leave your children home with their fathers to go and enjoy a day out. what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: fluff!!!, dad!piarles (need i say more?), piarles banter, kids being kids, french + translations

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

“are you sure?” you couldn’t hide the worry seeping out of your words, “i can cancel if you want, we could just spend a night in with the leclercs.”

pierre’s hands rubbed up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you, “mon coeur, we will be fine. you and charlotte have been planning this day out for weeks, you deserve to go out.”

to ease your apprehension, he couldn’t help but crack a joke, “i feel like i should be insulted you think i can’t handle being at home with anthoine.” 

you let him pull you close, resting your forehead just under his collarbone. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, “it’s not like that, i promise. i’ve just never been away from him for this long.”

pierre squeezed you into a soft hug, “i know, ange. we’ll be fine, though. really.”

you felt small hands wrap around your leg, and a small voice called out from beneath you two, “maman! tenez-moi!” hold me!

you opened your eyes to see your mini blue-eyed devil staring up at you, hands tugging on your pants. you felt all your worries melt away, a smile replacing your earlier frown as you pulled away from pierre to pick him up.

“you’re getting to be quite the big boy, twannie, i don’t know if i can hold you anymore.” you teased the four year old in your arms. the younger boy looked rather confused, looking over at his father for some help.

“ta maman se fait vieille,” pierre couldn’t help but laugh when not one, but two hands swatted his chest, one significantly smaller than the other. your mommy is getting old.

anthoine wrapped his arms around your neck, a pout on his lips, “maman est petite! vous êtes vieux!” mommy is small! you are old!

you giggled at his words, and the shocked look on pierre’s face, planting a kiss on your son’s head, “merci, mon grand. et c'est jeune, pas petit.” thank you, big man. and it’s young, not small.

the boy in your arms basked in your affection, “maman est jeune!” mommy is young!

pierre tsked, hands reaching out to take his son out of your arms, “look at what you’ve done, y/n.”

“tu as passé trop de temps avec maman,” he frowned at anthoine, who giggled and tried to unfurrow his father’s eyebrows. you've been spending too much time with mommy. 

“papa n'est pas vieux,” daddy is not old, pierre turned to you with a pout, “what are you telling him? i’m only a few months older than you!”

anthoine grabbed his father’s cheeks, turning pierre towards him, “papa! je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand.

before anthoine was born, pierre and yourself had decided that you would raise him up to be fluent in french, before integrating english into his day-to-day life when he began school. pierre had been the one to bring up the idea, and after four years of pierre blurting out the most inappropriate sentences in front of your unassuming son, you could easily tell why.

you smirked, “papa dit qu'il est beaucoup plus âgé que maman.” daddy said he's much older than mommy.

pierre rolled his eyes and grumbled, “i’ve had it with you. you need to leave so i can unbrainwash our child.”

anthoine’s pout intensified and you cooed. he was so much like pierre it was entirely unfair. 

“twannie, papa est jaloux que tu sois le petit garçon de maman.” daddy is jealous that you're mommy's little boy.

anthoine gasped, turning around to wrap his arms around pierre’s neck, “c'est bon, papa! je t'aime aussi. je peux être le petit garçon de maman et de papa!” it’s okay, daddy! i love you, too. i can be both mommy and daddy's little boy!”

pierre’s expression was utterly soft, his eyes filled with adoration for the little boy in his arms, “te t'aime plus que tu ne le penses, mon petit coeur.” i love you more than you know, my little heart.

the beautiful moment was interrupted by the doorbell chiming.

anthoine gasped, kicking his legs as a sign to be let down, “juliette est là, papa!” juliette is here, daddy!

you followed the speedy four-year-old to the door, moving him aside to open the door. on your porch stood a pierre’s best friend, his wife, and a little girl. juliette leclerc.

said girl exclaimed loudly when she saw your son, “tony!”

“jules!” 

the two met in the middle, arms wrapped around each other as greeting. your son pulled back first, intertwining his hand with juliette’s before tugging her further into the house.

“mon dieu, they’re like two peas in a pod,” charles shook his head at the two kids before giving you a smile and a hug, “nice to see you again, y/n.”

“likewise,” you returned the hug, “and don’t act like you and pierre aren’t the same.”

charlotte stepped inside the house, giving you a quick hug and greeting, “yeah, you two are just as bad, if not worse.”

“yeah, yeah. if it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be the best of friends either.” pierre came around, giving the couple a nice welcome, “come on in, guys.”

in the living room, the two four year olds had already pulled out all of anthoine’s blocks, building a large building.

“papa, look!” juliette had all but shrieked when she saw charles walk through the corridor, “regardez ici, c'est un podium!” look here, it’s a podium!

unlike pierre and yourself, the leclercs had decided to integrate some english into little juliette’s vocabulary, but with the amount of french-speakers in her life, she tended to only speak in french.

“wow, ça a l'air tellement vrai! est-ce que ma voiture va être sur le toit?" charles gasped to entertain both kids. wow, that looks so real! is my car going to be on the top?

anthoine shook his head, pointing at the alpha tauri car held in juliette’s hand, “non, tonton ferrari! c'est papa! il est le plus rapide de tous!” no, uncle ferrari! it’s daddy! he’s the fastest of them all!

initially, charles had been dubbed “tonton char”, until anthoine found out that his aunt was “tatie char” and felt that they both deserved to not have to share the same name. since then, charles became “tonton ferrari” and honestly, the monégasque couldn’t have been happier to be called as such.

“papa?” charles was flabbergasted, “mais, anthoine, tonton ferrari est tellement plus rapide! il conduit une ferrari!” but, anthoine, uncle ferrari is so much faster! he drives a ferrari!

“papa, tonton pierre is super fast! très rapide!” juliette took the car in her hands and pretended to drive it in the air, ultimately stopping at the top step of the podium.

charles gave pierre a dirty look, the frenchman smiling smugly, “you’ve brainwashed my daughter.”

“she’s just got good taste, charles.”

before the two adult children could start arguing, charlotte clapped her hands, “alright. so, y/n are you ready to go?”

you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing to pierre, who nodded his head and threw a thumbs up. you took a deep breath before turning back to charlotte and gave her a curt nod, “yeah, i just need to go grab my bag and jacket from my room,” you smoothed out your outfit, “this is fine, right?”

“more than perfect. you’re the hottest mama!” she threw you a wink and you laughed when you heard pierre pipe up with a damn right, she is! 

with your jacket on and bag over your shoulder, you kneeled down next to the two kids playing, calling anthoine over. on the other side, charlotte did the same with juliette.

you fixed anthoine’s shirt and hair, “maman s'en va, d’accord? je vais passer un peu de temps avec ta tatie char,” you gave him a soft smile. mommy is heading out, okay? i'm gonna go spend some time with your auntie char. 

“vous partez?” his lips slipped into a pout, hands reaching out to play with the button of your jacket. you’re leaving?

“oui, mais tu seras ici avec papa, tonton ferrari et jules,” you lightly pulled his hands away and gave them a squeeze, “tu vas t'amuser comme un fou!” yes, but you will be here with daddy, uncle ferrari and jules…you will have so much fun!

“je peux vous appeler si vous me manquez?” can i call you if i miss you?

you couldn’t help the soft coo that escaped your lips, “bien sûr, tu peux m'appeler quand tu veux.” of course, you can call me whenever you want.

anthoine had always been rather attached to you, seeing as you two would spend a lot of time at home together while pierre would be out for his work. you and pierre had been working on his separation anxiety little by little, and he had gotten a lot better, but as pierre would softly smile and say, “anthoine loves his maman a lot, he wants to be with her all the time. just like papa.”

and so, with a kiss on the cheek from anthoine, and one on the lips from pierre, you were off, getting into the car with charlotte to enjoy a day out.

at home, pierre and charles gave each other a look.

“well, let’s hope this is easy.” charles sighed, heading straight to the gaslys kitchen, “did you by any chance stock up on those pudding cups that anthoine eats? they’re really good.”

“that anthoine eats?” pierre scoffed, following charles into the kitchen, “you singlehandedly finish every pack we buy. tony eats only like, one a week.”

charles stared at him expectantly and pierre sighed, “top left cupboard, next to the pantry.”

“you’re saying that this delicious, processed cup of sugar,” charles took a big bite of the pudding, “tony only eats once a week?”

pierre nodded, “sometimes, not even.”

charles gaped, and pierre groaned, “close your mouth, c'est nauséabond.” that’s nauseating.

“i’m sorry, how does anthoine exist without this?”

 “same way juliette does,” pierre sat down next to charles.

“but that’s only because charlotte doesn’t let me buy anything for jules,” charles waved his empty spoon in the air, “something about organic and healthy food; no processed sugars, that sort of stuff.”

“who do you think told y/n about that stuff?” pierre smirked, “but y/n is less hard on the healthy eating than charlotte is. she says that we weren’t held on that strict of diets and we turned out fine.”

charles laughed, “her? sure. but you? you are anything but fine.”

pierre smacked charles’ head, “don’t forget that both jules and tony think i’m faster than you. i wonder why?”

charles’ face instantly dropped, “it’s all because of that day we left her over at yours. i can’t believe you would teach a kid lies like that.”

“oh, shut up,” pierre rolled his eyes, “it’s not a lie, i am better than you. who started in f1 first?”

it was charles’ turn to roll his eyes, “that’s because you’re old.”

“papa! maman says it’s not nice to talk about ages!” juliette walked into the kitchen with anthoine trailing behind her, tugging on her dress as if asking her to translate. she turned towards him, “mon papa a appelé ton papa vieux!” my daddy called your daddy old!

it was as if a lightbulb went on his head, “papa est vieux!” anthoine continued, “même maman le dit.” daddy is old!...even mommy said so.

charles laughed loudy, and the younger leclerc looking visibly confused. her mother had never prepared her for such a situation. next to the older leclerc, pierre visibly slumped, head coming down to rest against the cool counter.

“ta maman est très intelligente,” charles leaned over to ruffle the young gasly’s hair. your mommy is very smart.

anthoine smiled widely before turning to his dad, “papa, jules et moi avons faim.” jules and i are hungry.

juliette nodded hurriedly, “si affamés que nous pourrions mourir!” so hungry we could die!

charles pulled juliette up into his lap while pierre got out of his seat and placed anthoine on it instead, “nous ne voudrions pas ça maintenant, n'est-ce pas?” we wouldn't want that now, would we?

both kids shook their heads, giggling behind their tiny hands. 

pierre searched through the kitchen, unsure what to feed the kids, “qu'est-ce que vous voulez manger?” what would you guys like to eat?

anthoine bounced in his seat, “spaghetti!”

“yeah! yummy spaghetti,” she turned to her father, “on peut avoir celui que tatie y/n a fait?” can we have the one auntie y/n made?

charles looked at pierre who pulled his phone out, “well, can we?”

pierre held up a finger, holding his phone up to his ear, “hey! hi, amour…no, no! everything is fine…well, you see the kids are hungry an-...no, i didn’t…but jules said she wants the spaghetti you make…then what do i do now?”

charles watched pierre in amusement, his everchanging facial expressions making him chuckle lightly.

“alright,” pierre put his phone back into his pocket, “je viens de parler à la maman de tony et elle a dit spaghetti pour le dîner, pas pour le déjeuner.” i just talked to tony's mama and she said spaghetti for dinner, not for lunch.

both kids slumped down in their seats and pierre opened the fridge, “alors, à la place, pourquoi pas des sandwiches?” so, instead, how about we have sandwiches?

“okay, can we play until you are done making the sandwiches?” jules asked, already moving to get off her father’s lap.

charles laughed, “okay, but come when we call you okay?”

anthoine copied his friend’s movements, nodding–though he didn’t understand a thing–before running off with the leclerc girl.

“he did not have a single clue what i just said,” charles threw away his pudding cup.

pierre nodded, “nope, but jules will probably explain it to him.”

“do you not forget that he can’t speak english sometimes?” charles grabbed two pieces of bread to make juliette’s sandwich.

“mm, occasionally,” pierre smiled, “but tony always has the cutest face and then goes ‘papa, je ne peux pas vous comprendre!’ and it’s the cutest thing ever. i hate to say it, but sometimes we do it on purpose because his pout is just so adorable.”

charles hummed, “anthoine’s gonna be the biggest heartthrob when he grows up.”

“i mean, he’s already got jules wrapped around his finger,” pierre elbowed charles.

“absolutely not.” charles stopped assembling the sandwich, “if anything, jules has him wrapped around her finger.”

“as if!”

the argument continued on for the rest of the sandwich making process…and the clean up process. by the time the ingredients had been put back, charles and pierre had just barely ceased their banter.

“anthoine! juliette! les sandwichs sont prêts!” the sandwiches are ready!

charles’ helped both kids with washing their hands. while pierre helped them get seated and put their sandwiches in front of them.

the two fathers sat down across from their kids, snacking on their own sandwiches while participating in the discourse between their children.

not long after, the kids had migrated to playing outside in the backyard. their plates had long since been abandoned, bread crusts and crumbs littering the colourful plastic. pierre had tried so hard to convince the two to eat the crusts but lost the battle.

the frenchman, alongside the monégasque, moved to the outside as well, monitoring their children as they went up and down the slide, and played with their cars. conversation flowed smoothly between the two, bouncing from one topic to the next.

after a few bathroom breaks and trips to the kitchen for some water, the youngest pair of best friends retired to anthoine’s room, bored of the sun and playground outside. 

“they’re so energetic when they’re together.” pierre groaned, head tossed back in exhaustion.

“they’re four,” charles retorted, nearly in the same position as the frenchman, “i can’t help but feel bad for our mums. we were probably just as bad.”

“yeah, but we weren’t four. we were at least seven and higher,” pierre yawned.

“you were seven. i was six. you’re old,” charles laughed when pierre’s hand blindly tried to hit his arm.

“i’m sick of you and y/n calling me old. you’ve got my son doing it, too. what has the world come to?” 

charles’ laughs grew louder as pierre complained, never not basking in his friend’s misery, “you’ll live…”

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” pierre huffed, “do not make another old joke. i will literally kick you out.”

before charles could get a word out, juliette came running back out, anthoine hot on her tail.

“papa! papa!” she grabbed her father’s arm and shook it hard.

charles winced, pulling his arm away from her hands and instead grasping her hands in his, “on ne secoue pas les gens comme ça, juli.” you don't shake people like that, juli.

she stopped, a pout on her face, “okay, but papa, guess what! devinez quoi!”

charles hummed, “je ne sais pas. pourquoi tu ne me le dis pas?” i don’t know. why don’t you tell me?

the girl shook her head, “no, vous devez deviner,” she turned to pierre, “tonton pierre! vouz devinez!” you have to guess…uncle pierre! you guess!

the frenchman made a show of thinking by rubbing his chin, “hmm, tu as mangé tout ton pain?” you ate all your bread?

anthoine giggled, “non! papa, c'était si mal!” that was so wrong!

pierre abruptly rose, grabbing anthoine and hoisting him into the air, shrieks of laughter erupting from him, “une mauvaise estimation? comment osez-vous!” a bad guess? how dare you!

juliette looked at charles expectantly. charles scratched his chin, stumped, “vous avez cassé quelque chose?” did you guys break something?

juliette stomped her small foot, “no! you guys are so bad at guessing.”

she moved towards anthoine, who had just been placed back on the ground, and pulled him in front of her dad, “anthoine a dit que nous aurons un mariage!” anthoine said we will have a wedding!

charles choked on his spit, and pierre’s eyebrows raised at his son. 

anthoine nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “je vais épouser jules! tout comme toi et maman, et tonton et tatie!” i’m going to marry jules! just like you and mommy, and uncle and auntie.

“absolutely not,” charles reached over and pushed pierre’s shoulder, “pierre, get your heartbreaker of a son away from my daughter.”

“but papa!” jules frowned, having heard the refusal, “je l'aime et nous allons avoir beaucoup de bébés!” i love him and we’re going to have a lot of babies!

“merde,” charles felt like his heart was going to explode. 

on his left, pierre’s face was turning red from how hard he was holding back laughter. he did not want either kid to think he was laughing at them.

charles chuckled awkwardly, “vous n'êtes pas un peu trop jeunes pour discuter de ça?” aren't you two a bit too young to be discussing this?

“l'amour, c'est l'amour!” anthoine pumped a fist up in the air, “c'est ce que dit maman.” love is love!...that’s what mommy says.

pierre couldn’t help it, the laughter bubbled out of his chest. charles sat next to him, slack-jawed, unable to believe that the gasly boy had proposed to his daughter so soon. he hadn’t even had the chance to tell her no dating until she was thirty.

with the way charles sat there unmoving, pierre decided to do some damage control, chuckles still escaping his lips, “et si on attendait que vos mamans soient rentrées et qu'on puisse en parler?” how about we wait until your moms are home and we can talk about this then?

both children nodded, running back into the house hand-in-hand.

charles placed his head in his hands, and pierre slapped his back, “mon ami, i think we’re going to share the same grandchildren in the future.”

“pierre, je vais devoir vous demander d'arrêter de parler.” i'm going to need you to stop speaking.

[eyarecs]

this is so random but, hi ! i'm eya (@httpsuniverse) i'm here to reblog fics that are f1, nct, football, tv series and/or movie related 🤗 i'll also reblog some gifs and the likes <3

tags that’ll be used:

# f1 : (driver's name)

# nct : (member's name)

# nct 127 : (member's name)

# nct dream : (member's name)

# wayv : (member's name)

# football : (player’s name)

# (tv series title) : (character's name)

# genre : (fluff/angst/smut)

# type : (oneshot/series/headcanon/instagram edit)

(gif/pic/selfie) — if not a fic

# au : (driver!reader/dad!au/idol!reader, etc.)

i like things that are arranged which explains the tags LOL :')

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— FORMULA ONE

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— NCT

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