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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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So I learned my phone could find text of photos and I had screenshot posts of fics before I accidentally deleted my blog so here's one I recovered

If you ever find fics from a deleted reallyromealone blog, send it to me please I'm still recovering fics months and months later

Mikey x baby brother reader

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Matching black eyes stared back at each other as (Name) handed his older brother blocks, the diaper clad baby absolutely over the moon at every "thank you" the older Sano gives and claps his little ravioli hands before handing him another and before Mikey realized it, his lap was governed by a bunch of colourful plastic blocks.

"Uh oh" (Name) said while trying to find more blocks before looking at his brother "bye bye?" His little doe eyes and chubby cheeks that could ask Mikey to stop the world and he would.

Anything for (Name).

The playroom Mikey had set up for (Name) was connected to his home office, easier to keep an eye on the adventurous baby who had taken up the hobby of crawling.

"Yeah bud, they're all gone" he said softly before putting the blocks back into the basket, smiling softly as (Name) attempted to help, always so helpful.

Mikey was fiercely protective of the infant, his last living relative that was unceremoniously dropped on him when his deadbeat parents died, leaving the two with only one another.

"Key!" (Name) babbled as the two continued playing with other toys, (Name) growing bored and crawling into his older brothers lap, drool getting on Mikeys shirt but the elder paid no mind as (Name) started babbling nonsense and Mikey pretended to understand what he was saying.

"Billsssff baballl"

"Really now?"

"Gbbbvlll adadada"

"Fascinating"

No one would have guessed that the most feared man in the world would be so soft to a baby, but here he was.

He would give the world to his brother.

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vividwritinglove · 3 years ago

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next door III - a Pierre Gasly series

I am so thankful for your support ♥️

Within such a short time, we are 101 beautiful people on this little blog. You (and of course this gorgeous man) are my muses and my drive. Thank you!

pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: drunkenness, making out, Italian & French language

word count: 1.6k

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That small restaurant was a short walk away from the apartment building. Even though it was cold outside, the fresh and cooling air did you good. Just what you needed after that heated elevator ride.

Did Pierre attempt to kiss you? Would you have returned the kiss? How would his lips have felt on yours?

So many questions were buzzing around in your head, that you didn't notice Pierre's voice immediately.

"You with me?" he asked and touched your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah sorry.." you smiled apologetic.

"We’re almost there."

He pointed to a side alley. The restaurant was decorated with many fairy lights from the outside, so you noticed it directly. As you two walked towards it, you also noticed that it really wasn't that big, but it looked very cozy and also romantic.

Pierre holds the door for you open. The warmth and great smells welcomed you. The restaurant was well attended. Mostly couples sat at the small round tables and ate various pasta dishes, drank wine and talked animatedly.

Pierre's voice snapped you out of your observations.

"Buonasera! Come sta?" he greeted the restaurant hostess with a friendly hug.

"Buona sera, Pierre. È stato un piacere per te farci visita di nuovo!"

"Temo di non aver prenotato. Ha un tavolo per noi?" he asked, pointing first at you and then at him.

The hostess smiles kindly at you, a bit perplexed, you smiled back since you didn't understand a word.

"Ma certo! Dammi il cappotto e la sciarpa."

Pierre gives you a sign to take off your coat. The hostess hurries to help you. You smiled at her thankfully, "Grazie!".

After taking Pierre's coat as well, she carefully hung them up, “Per favore, seguitemi."

Pierre let you go ahead and as you passed him, he puts his hand on the small of your back and left it there until you arrived at your table. That touch felt familiar and not weird at all! On the contrary, it gave you a protective feeling.

Pierre adjusts the chair for you and then sits down himself directly across from you.

"It's really nice here!"

"It's one of my favorite restaurants I've ever been to."

A waiter brought you the menus and took your drink order. You ordered a glass of Chardonnay and Pierre ordered a large bottle of water.

"Do you have a recommendation?" you ask, after roughly skimming through the menu.

"Is there something you don’t eat at all?"

"Seafood. I'll eat anything but seafood."

"Too bad. The oysters here are fantastic." he says, a little disappointed, but can't help grinning. You look up from the menu and your eyes meet. Again, there's that deep connection. His pupils are dilated and his eyes seemed darker than usual. It had something animalistic and you immediately became hot again.

"You only want me to eat them because they are an aphrodisiac." you answer cheekily and take a sip from your wine glass, that the waiter had already brought.

He returned a cheeky smile, "But they're really good!”

In the end, you ordered your favorite pasta dish: truffle ravioli. They were kind of expensive, but so good! You couldn’t remember the last time you had pasta this good. You enjoyed every single bite and caught yourself moaning softly because it tasted so good.

Pierre has already finished his Saltimbocca and leaned back in his chair to watch you with amusement. In everything you do, you radiate so much joy. He was simply fascinated by you. He liked everything about you: your hearty laugh, the little dimples that formed on your cheeks, your big and bright eyes, your long hair that shone so much and probably smelled just as wonderful, your body - especially in this tight dress - with its curves, that was bursting out so much femininity and sensuality. He just needed to be with you!

The evening passed as if in a flash. It was easy for Pierre and you to find topics of conversation. You learned a lot about his friends and the trips they had already taken, about his 4 brothers and how it is to be the nestling, his racing career getting into Formula 1 and how a race weekend actually is.

You could have listened to him for hours. This French accent was music to your ears and the wine did the rest. You were already on your 5th glass, when you realized how much you were actually pining over Pierre. Somewhat embarrassed, you run your hands over your thighs. You should not have drank so much...

"Shall we go home?" Pierre asked, taking the last sip from his water glass. You nod and finished your glass of wine as well. Pierre waves the waiter to your table and asks for the bill. You suggest splitting the bill, but Pierre insists on picking it up - after all, you invited him for breakfast today.

You were a little tipsy, but still felt fit enough. Pierre helped you to put on your coat and puts your scarf around your shoulders. He came very close to you again and you seemed almost happy about it. You sucked in his scent deeply and closed your eyes with pleasure. When his cheek touched yours, you put your hands around his waist to stabilized yourself and keep him close to you.

Pierre couldn't interpret your signals properly and was unsure if it was your genuine desire or just the alcohol doing its part. Being close to you did him good.

"We should go." suggested Pierre after a few moments of close togetherness. You just nodded and went ahead out of the restaurant.

As soon as the cool air of that December night hit you, you were instantly drunk. Pierre hurried after you, as you now began to stagger. He supported you and pulled you close to him. You took this opportunity to snuggle up to him. Without the alcohol you probably wouldn't have gone that far, but right now - you needed it. Or did you just need someone?

"Are you okay?" Pierre asked anxiously.

"Oui, oui!" You answer, laughing and slurring a little. Abruptly, you stop, "Would you do me a favor?".

"What?"

"Speak to me in French. This language is so sexy..." the alcohol spoke out of you.

"Do you even understand French?"

You just shrugged, "No, but is that relevant?"

Pierre grins and shook his head, "D'accord, ma belle. Il est temps de te ramener à la maison."

You were putty in his hands, even if you didn't understand a word he said. He could’ve read an instruction manual for a washing machine to you, you wouldn’t even notice by now.

You two walked home, intimately embraced. Pierre keeps whispering sweet nothing's and compliments in your ear and you have to smile every time, even if you didn't understand what he was saying. It was a nice feeling to get so much attention and it seemed sincere.

As you entered the apartment building and went into the elevator, you lean against one of the walls and hold onto the railing behind you. Pierre pushed the button to your floor and then joined you. When he was within your arm's reach, you pulled him towards you by his shirt. He was puzzled by your harsh action, but allowed it. He was curious.

Again you stare at each other. But this time not that long, because you put your hands around his neck and pulled him a little down to you to finally feel your lips on his. They were as soft as you imagined them to be.

Pierre quickly intensified the kiss by entering his tongue in your mouth. His hands slid under your coat and rested on your hips. One hand, however, quickly wandered to your butt and gave it a soft squeeze. You moaned aroused into the next kiss and Pierre pressed you even closer to him.

Just as expected, he was a very good kisser. You felt desired and he seemed to know exactly which buttons he had to push.

Pierre never wanted to let you go. You felt so good in his arms, finally being able to kiss you. For 3 weeks he thought of nothing else, he even had to distract himself with other women, because he almost seemed to go crazy. He had never felt this way before.

The elevator doors popped open again with a ding and you pulled Pierre straight to your apartment. The kiss awakened more in you and the glass or two of wine beforehand gave you the confidence you needed. Somehow you made it to your apartment without breaking away from each other. You stripped off each other's coats and headed straight to your bedroom. You wanted it so badly. You needed good sex right now!

Arriving in the bedroom, you got rid of your boots and carelessly threw them into the corner of the room, losing your grip and having to hold on to a dresser. This was a clear signal to Pierre that you were no longer in control of this situation.

He could not and would not sleep with you like that. This shouldn’t be a simple and trivial fuck, which you could not remember in the morning.

He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You were surprised at first, but embraced him as well. He led you to the bed, opened the covers and then put you inside. Without any protest you slipped in and it took you less than 2 minutes to fall asleep. Pierre gave you one last kiss on your forehead, "Dors bien, ma belle.”. He placed a glass of water on your nightstand and next to it some aspirin, that he found in your bathroom, after that he turned off all the lights and hung your coat on the rack, before he left your apartment.

That night he lay awake for a long time thinking about the kiss. Even if it came from alcohol, it felt good and above that, real!

He pondered a lot: Should he have stayed? Was this perhaps his only chance to get so close to you? What would’ve happened afterwards?

part II • part IV

#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x reader #f1 things #f1 #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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