#Pierre's gonna broke into tears

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Stay With Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none

a/n: sequel to Try Me; in this one Carlos' appendix and Lando's crash happened at the same time

"Guys, don't let him fool you. He was horrible to me when we were kids" You joked taking a sip of your beer.

"That's one big fat lie you just said" Carlos defends himself.

"I'm sorry y/n, but I just can't believe that, he's so protective of you, you know just like an older brother should be" Kika commented on your accusations.

"Well he sure wasn't like that when we were little. One time he slammed me so hard against the door that I almost broke my hip! I was bleeding!" You say making everybody's jaws drop and listen carefully to what was coming next.

"Slammed you..I didn't slam you, I pushed you a little and then you threw yourself against the door just to make me look bad" Carlos rolled his eyes at you as you mockingly mimicked his words.

"You scarred me for life! Literally! I still have a scar from the cut!"

"What cut?" Lando asks coming back from the toilet and taking a seat between you and Charles.

"We were just talking about how Carlos was violent towards me when we were kids..so much that I have a visible scar because of him!" You explain.

"Oh the one on your right hip?" Lando blurts out and at that moment everyone falls silent staring at the two of you.

It was a calm relaxing night. Kika, Pierre, Charles, Carlos, Lando and you were hanging out on a yacht. You were drinking a little, talking, laughing, the music was playing in the background and you were all enjoying a race free weekend.

Somehow you got on the topic of your and Carlos's childhood so you decided to tell them some interesting stories. Lando didn't know about the story you just told them, but of course he saw the scar on your hip the first time he saw you naked. He traced it with the tips of his fingers and even kissed it before going down on you multiple times..

"How would you know that she has a scar on her right hip?" Carlos asks furrowing his eyebrows at him. Your breath caught and your heart rate quickened. No one said a word waiting with wide eyes for one of you to give an explanation.

"I-I.." Lando stammered glancing at you. Both of you were so caught off guard that you didn't know with what lie to come up with. You kinda knew there was no going back from this now. There was no point in lying actually because none of them were stupid. Everybody knew how he must've found out, but still, you couldn't believe your brother was going to find out this way about you two.

"Are you sleeping with my sister?" Carlos growls angrily clenching his hands.

"Carlos, calm down okay? I can explain-" Lando tries, but is soon cut off by Carlos getting up from his seat and gripping the collar of Lando's shirt.

From a pleasant and relaxing evening, things quickly got out of hand. Kika and you both let out a scream as Carlos pounced at Lando and Charles and Pierre quickly intervened pulling Carlos away.

"Carlos, stop!" You shout your chest quickly rising up and down as you stood in front of Lando who put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down because he could feel how scared you were.

"What are you doing?! Get your hands off her!" But Carlos was seeing red. He was so angry that one of his friends disobeyed his rule about staying away from his little sister.

"Stop it right now! Yes, Lando and I have been seeing each other for quite some time now and there's nothing you can do about it!" You declare confidently, but quickly blinking to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. You were disappointed and embarrassed with the way he overreacted. He acted as if Lando was a drg dealer or something not his friend. You always knew all Carlos wanted was to protect you and your feelings, but this was completely unnecessary.

"Estas loca o que?!" Carlos snaps at you. "There's no way I'm gonna approve of that!" Are you crazy or what?

"I don't care! You don't get to tell me what to do with my life! Stop treating me like a child! I don't need you to protect me!" You bark back frustration bursting out of you. "Besides, Lando is your friend! What is wrong with you to act like this?"

"Baby, calm down, please.." Lando mumbles quietly, but loud enough that Carlos hears him too.

"This..this is the last time you see her. I don't ever want you around her ever again."

But of course it wasn't like that. You weren't even thinking about breaking things off with him. You two cared about each other way too much to let it all go to waste. Although you agreed to let the situation settle down a bit so you didn't see each other for 2 weeks, until the next grand prix in Las Vegas.

You missed him. You weren't used to not seeing him for more than 3-4 days, and now it's been more than 10 days since you last saw each other. You missed his touch, you missed his kisses, his warm hugs that always made everything bad go away. And he missed you too, even more than he thought he would. He realized in that relatively short period of time that he doesn't want to be without you anymore. He also realized that, to him, nothing will ever make sense if you're not there.

You took the opportunity and went with Carlos to Las Vegas to be as close to Lando as possible even though Carlos never let you out of his sight. Since Carlos got his appendix removed two days before the grand prix, he wasn't able to race so you two were following the race from the Ferrari garage.

You were feeling kinda strange that day. You couldn't explain it, but your gut feeling was telling you that something was just off that day.

You had a great need to go to Lando before the start of the race and tell him how much you miss him and how much you are in love with him. But since you didn't want to cause problems with your brother who came out of the operating room two days ago and was still in pain, you decided to keep everything you desperately wanted to say to yourself.

Everything about your gut feeling became clear as a day when while following the race you saw a McLaren car snap out of control and heavily crash on the third lap of the race.

Your heart dropped and your legs went numb looking at the screen before you.

"No.." You whisper to yourself putting your hands over your mouth and turning to your brother who went pale. "Is-is that Lando?" You ask, your voice breaks as Carlos pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you.

"Shh, he's going to be fine, okay? Everything's going to be alright." Carlos eyes were stuck on the screen as he was comforting you rubbing your back and you cried into his chest.

All the worst possible scenarios went through your head at that moment. The very fact that you could lose him scared the life out of you and you didn't even get to call him yours yet. You couldn't bear it.

"I need to see him. I want to be by his side." You said and Carlos just nodded. All the anger and rage quickly evaporated from him when he saw his best friend crash.

When Lando was taken for precautionary checks in the University Medical Center, you were in his driver's room pacing back and forth waiting for him or any kind of information about him. And then finally, after what seemed like years later, there he was entering the room after being told that you were there waiting for him.

"Lando.." You stopped in tracks at the sight of him in front of you before running into his arms. "You scared me so much you don't even know.." You said leaving gentle kisses over his cheeks, jaw and lips.

"I'm here, baby, it's okay" He said burying his face into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent as his arms tightened around you.

"I missed you, I missed you so much.." You say sobbing.

"I missed you too. I couldn't concentrate on anything, I just kept thinking about you the whole time" He admits looking deep into your eyes wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

He didn't even have to ask. There was no force that would separate you from him anymore. From now on it was two of you together through everything and anything.

"I'll stay with you forever, baby" You smile softly as he leans his forehead against yours.

"I'll hold you to that"

[norrisreads]

better than revenge #PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x reader! Charles leclerc x reader! Platonic

SUMMARY: a part 2 of set fire to the rain, what happens when pierre gasly comes back running in to your life after all the heart break that he caused you? will you take him back?

WARNING: angst & fluff

FC: roses_are_rose on ig

you pointed to where kika was standing, both kika and your eyes were wide, taken aback from pierre’s statement.

Charles, was steps behind from pierre and approached you making sure you’re okay not knowing the current situation were super tense.

you broke the silence, “pierre, let’s talk”

Charles walked away with kika, while you dragged pierre into your hotel room that was shared with Lissie.

You offered him a glass of water, “room’s a mess, but we need to talk about what happened. Kika told me the situation between both of you, care to explain?”

“I missed you, when you left, charles and i had a talk about our relationship, and i have slowly started to regret how i was neglecting you during our relationship.

Kika’s and I relationship were never meant to be serious, but eventually it had and every night i was still thinking about us. How we would have been right now, if i didn’t neglect our relationship.”

both of you sat side by side, and you had failed to noticed how pierre was tearing up until u felt drops of tears fell on to the back of your palm, that was caressing his hands (to be fair you were trying to calm him down)

Lissie had told you multiple times that you were just too kind for anyone in this world, and this gesture speaks a-lot because no women on this earth would be in this situation with their nasty ex-boyfriend

you were out of words because you’ve never realised you would be encountering this experience that was usually seen in televisions.

To be fair, pierre made you realise that your life was much more worthy. 70% of the moments that was spend with him was what made you the women you are today.

you had remembered times when you were close to giving up on your education but pierre took his time off schedule, he would face-time after the weekend races to accompany you pull an all nighter, you’ll wake up with breakfast in bed, assurance were given to you without being asked.

eventually, you let out a huge sigh

“Pierre, there’s a saying that ‘your first love is hard to forget because it leaves an 'imprint' on the sensory areas of your brain’ and i’ve always thought of you, i tried going on dates after our separate ways, but i couldn’t just give it a try because you’re always there, do you know that?”

you looked up at him, pierre wanted to say something but you weren’t finished

“i’ll think, oh pierre would have done this for me? oh pierre would have loved this? every single time a guy tried to do moves on me. Eventually, i got rid of that thought after 7 months. Well yeah, still no boyfriend but i’m happy that you were my first love. You’ve taught me so much and that so much was things that i could’ve only known because i was with you.”

you felt a tear roll down your cheeks, maybe tomorrow when you’re awake you’ll regret opening up your heart to someone who once had it.

“I’m sorry, y/n, i really am, but let’s just try for the second time and if this really does not work out, i’ll leave you alone”

that was real selfish of him, because here he is begging you to take him back but kika’s out there suffering the same heartbreak you were in 7 months ago.

“solve things out with kika, pierre. You both were in love too, special memories were made too, assure her and let her know what you’re really feeling and maybe get back to me?”

you smiled at pierre and he nodded his head, while walking himself out of your hotel room

You’ve finally reached the imola grand prix, and here you are with Lissie and charles in charles driving room. With you always being around Charles, ferrari allowed you full access.

“have you thought on what you’re gonna say to pierre?” charles asked you while you were pacing back and forth in his driver room

“no, charles! i’m scared what if he had the talk with kika, and suddenly wants me back in his life? i can’t just drop the 7 months that i was suffering because of him, just because i loved him too much”

your head was in your hand because it has been on your mind ever-since the conversation with pierre happened

charles knew how in love with pierre you were, when both of you had freshly broken up you’ll get drunk most of the time and would lead to you drunk calling him, most of the time crying.

Pierre came to charles multiple times regarding this exact situation, as much as charles hates that pierre was the cause of your huge heart break but pierre and you was his closest friends and he knew the impact pierre had on you.

“Well, just accept him back in to your life then”

Lissie added on, “if you’re thinking about it, that speaks alot. You clearly want him back, as much as i disliked him, if he makes you happy, we’re happy with it”

“Or you could just find another driver to date….?” now this was a voice you would not expect to join the conversation you’re having

“Carlos…? How much did you heard?”

“Not much, but walls are thin here, i didn’t know you ended things with pierre that way, but what i was saying is, there are other people here who would die to be with you and would treat you much better than how pierre treated you, but why do you care anyways? i’m pretty sure the pierre’s impact is still on to you”

Carlos and Charles laughs, which made you rolled your eyes

“i don’t know guys, will it be healthy for me? that’s the question i’ve been asking”

“not all relationships are supposed to be healthy for you. yeah there may be ups and downs, but that’s the purpose of a relationship isn’t it? Loving each other even through tough times”

Lissie sat up and assured you, with charles and carlos agreeing Lissie’s statement

Maybe you’ve already made up your mind, but you just needed extra assurance from your closest friends

“Okay that’s all for the sappy talk, we need to go now, they’re finding for us charles, drivers meeting happens in 5 minutes and we need to be there” Carlos said his greetings and pulled charles along with him not giving him a chance to give his goodbyes to Lissie and i

While waiting for Lissie to finish her interview session with the redbull drivers, you were just walking to a nearby bar to get a drink, because it sure as hell is a hot day, and a drink right now would sound so fucking good.

what makes it worse, is the choice of clothing you’re wearing, you’re really not a fan of revealing clothes but Lissie had decided to dress you up, as after the qualifying rounds, she had made plans for both of you to go to a nearby club with some other friends.

Normally you’d have a blazer or a thin jacket as a cover-up but you had forgotten to picked up ur blazer from charles drivers room and you can’t access it without him being beside you as you didn’t really had a pass.

“here” as soon as you spoke about your blazer, you were handed a black blazer by someone

“than- pierre..?” you were slightly confused because he weren’t supposed to be here knowing there’ll be a debrief anytime in 15 mins, but here he is sitting beside you.

“charles handed me your blazer and told me you’d b here, he kinda send me away to talk to you” he shrugged, while ordering a drink.

you just gave him a smile, because you weren’t sure if you should bring up the conversation about him and kika knowing it’ll tensed up both of you.

“kika and i had the talk, i know you’re really curious about that” his seat was turned to face you, and he did the same to you, rotating your seat.

“I’ll just let you know how it goes and how i truly feel, it’ll be your choice if you are willing to accept me back into your life. I know how hard it is for you and i’m not rushing you to give me an answer, y/n.”

“go on” you gave him a nod

“kika was the one that knocked some sense into me, she told me that she could still see that i still had my heart reserved for you. Honestly, I’ve never notice it. I apologised to her that even-though we were in a relationship my heart didn’t belong to her. I felt bad of course, because at first i truly liked her but the constant reminders of you were just so hard to shrugged it off. When u came to Miami Grand Prix, i didn’t expect you’ll be there because charles told me you were busy and you guys barely communicated. I kinda bribed him to get regular updates about you�� pierre laughed

“what did u bribe him with..?” you were as confused as ever, if charles needed anything he would have just gotten it, because this man has got to be the richest one in your friendship.

“advice on his fashion sense” well this clicked so well because lately Charles have been asking fashion advices from you, online shopping regularly, even having packages shipped to you just in case fans found out about his home address

“from you? i’m amazed, pierre. I was the one who had to pick your clothes for our dates, i’m glad you’ve upgraded that wardrobe of yours”

we both had more conversations but i had a question that i was much more curious

“did she went home?” changing the topic

“no, she’s still here, her friends are here so she went with them instead. I have asked her to keep the paddock passes because i felt bad”

you nodded ur head, it’s great that she’s still here, i wouldn’t want things to be awkward especially after the elevator incident

“We’ll start slow, we’ll then see how it goes” you said softly, you were honestly scared of how this will go because if pierre had done this to you once, what is stopping him to do it twice?

“That’s fine to me, y/n. I’ll prove to you that im worthy of getting the second chance” he hugged you

The hug still felt awkward and tense because it’s been quite a while since Pierre and you shared a hug

“You’re not interviewing anyone? I’ll probably have to be back soon in 10 minutes? Wanna walk back together?”

you shook your head, signalling him that you did not have any interviews today but agreed on walking back to the paddock together

“Lissie’s in-charge today, i’m interviewing aston martin’s team, mclaren’s team and your team though tomorrow, before and after the race. Guess you’ll need to see my face again, hope you don’t get sick of me!”

both of you shared a laugh, “i would never get sick of your face” pierre mumbled softly, which led to you not hearing anything

when both of you reached your respective destination, you gave your goodbyes and proceed to assist Lissie and the team to pack things up

Lissie noticed your existence, “everything alright?”

you gave her a thumbs up and continued your task.

you were drunk.

Things escalated so quickly, it’s not even 3 hours in and you were drunk.

It wasn’t drunk drunk but DRUNK DRUNK.

What’s crazy is you were never a light weight, but for some reason the empty stomach really made you feel like a light weight, because here you are seated on your table while the others were on the dance floor

You’ve never noticed your driver friends walking in to the exact same club in the next booth, because whenever you are drinking, all thoughts are only on you

Other than being drunk, you’re stubborn, because here you are chugging 4 shots of vodka and walking straight to the dance floor

“What’s gotten her, isn’t she the strongest amongst us?” Amanda, Lissie’s friend shouted through the music

Lissie signaled her a love sign which made the whole group did an “OOH”.

“hey pretty girl, slow down on those shots, will you?” You felt someone slid their arms on your wrist but was too confused on who it was with the blurred vision you had

But you do recognise this accent and voice

“Chaaaaaarles, what ar you doooing here?” holding on to him for stability

“What you’re here for too, how much did she drank?” Charles asked Lissie

Lissie didn’t know if she should be lying to Charles with the alcohol intake you had or tell the truth, so she chose the latter option because charles was one scary man when he’s angry

“More than you can imagine”

Charles rolled his eyes and walked you back to the booth, except this wasn’t the girls booth but it’s the guys and they were shocked seeing you here drunk

Obviously not a common sight for them

“y/n?” pierre stood up walking to both you and charles

“hey hahahahaha, fuck i’m so light headed right now” head in your hands, whining which made the guys laughed

“not the strongest soldier anymore?” george snickered

“shut the fuck up, i think the dude did something to the drink it’s so fucking strong, it’s so insane” you leaned your head back not knowing it landed on Lance’s shoulder

“What did you ask for?” Carlos questioned you

“the stongest in the house and i did a lot a LOT of shots, fuck i have an interview too, with YOU” you gave carlos his answer and pointed to Lance signifying that you’re doing an interview with him tomorrow probably hangover.

“well that’s probably why you’re like this, sherlock holmes” Lando added on

“drink up” pierre handed you a glass of water, which you gulped down in a second

“easy” Lance soothed your back, and this action made Pierre tensed which charles happened to notice and can’t help but to smile

“thaaaanks sweet boy, other girls would die to be me right now” you laughed, half conscious half drunk

“drinking more?” george asked

you nodded your head while charles and pierre shouted a hard NO

“unfair, i’m doing great right now, i think…?” you gave them a pout which led them to laugh loudly

“you’re crazy y/n, just don’t turn up to the paddock with those huge shades of yours that you used to do back then” Lando commented which made you rolled your eyes

“They made me feel like a bad bitch, maybe you need a pair too so you’re able to feel the bad bitch vibes”

“I don’t like drunk y/n, she’s snarky as hell” pierre taken aback by the comment you gave to lando

“that’s on you babes, honesty is the best policy!!!!!!!! Oh deaaaaaaaaaar, i need to fucking puke, i’m never drinking” you stood up and dragged pierre along with you because right now, he’s just standing in front of you

“Lovebirds” carlos rolled his eyes, but deep down it kinda warmed the other guys because they knew both of you were each other end games

you wake up in a hotel bed, but you are unsure if you made it home safely, until you heard songs from the kitchen area.

now it clicked you, this isn’t your hotel room, hell nah, you refuse to believe you had just done a one night stand but when you got out of bed you’ve realise, you were clothed head to toe

an oversize black tee with basketball shorts that was clearly to long and big for your small size.

Oh my god, how drunk were you to be in a strangers bed

You walked slowly to the kitchen area only to recognise the guy’s back view and it slowly made your heart warm because you have never thought you’ll face this back view again

Pierre heard your footsteps, “awake? any hangovers?”

you shook, well this was the best part because no matter how much you drink, hangover weren’t really your thing

“feeling anything?” he stood in-front of you hands on your head which made your head lean on to his torso

pierre felt so full knowing you’re here in front of him, the view he has been dying to wake up to

“just hungry, how did i end up here?”

“charles a room away, but he’s sharing with Arthur and you’re quite noisy when you are drunk so i opted to bring you in my room instead.

We couldn’t find Lissie anywhere, apparently she went home at 6AM because she knocked charles door frantically thinking you were lost, she’s dead asleep though in your room. Must be a great night for both of you”

he chuckled playing with your hair

“great night, yes? for me and lissie? maybe. Did you cook? Something smells good, i don’t know if it’s you or the food”

“it’s the food, it might be me too, you’re the stinky one here” pierre guided you to the kitchen, seeing the pancakes and omelette placed right in-front of you

“i don’t mind having a taste of both but the pancakes are screaming out to me more, sorry pierre”

this was an out of pocket comment, because to Pierre you were someone shy but through out the night, he realised that you were getting super bold with everything

“this isn’t very friends of us, huh” you commented

“so why not let’s give it a try?” you added

pierre stood up in shocked and walked right over to kiss you there and that

“oh i fucking miss this, miss everything about you baby”

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y/nviews they droved off without me, I’m literally steve in the relationship

charles_leclerc YOU WERE WITH LISSIE

y/nviews could’ve offered?????????? smh and you call me your best friend? im offended

pierregasly there wasn’t any space, did u wanted to sit on my lap, dearest steve?

y/nviews that wasn’t a problem last night

georgerussell63 timeout stop ruining this child pierregasly y/nviews

gaslaaaayed wait…. R they back together??????? FINALLY?

tsunoday i’ve been waiting for this 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

pgaslighter landonorris they’re a quadrant right now, watch out they’re coming for your spot 🫵🏻

landonorris oh hell no lissiemackintosh GET OUT! That was my spot originally 🤗

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pierregasly she refused to get a license just so she’ll be my passenger princess forever, i’m loving it though

charles_leclerc she’s lying, she has one but don’t risk yourself

y/nviews this is false information, i’ve failed it at least 2 times

carlossainz55 i’ll teach you, i think im a great driver 🤭

pierregasly no one’s teaching my gf except me

y/nviews naw that shucks, i was srs about it though carlossainz55

lance_stroll was about to give a like until i saw your face, I’m taking it back y/nviews

y/nviews i love my fans 😓

y/nviews i love you forever my baguette 🥖

pierregasly …..

a/n: well that’s all for this series! i hope it’s a great ending bcause i was unsure on how i should’ve ended this :0

[the-loveliest-lotus]

OTP ask - 16! I am not 100% sure which pairing so pick your fave 💙

Eee, I decided to go with the flow of inspiration (and apparently the flavor of the evening is a dusting of angst with sweetness, or sort of hurt/comfort), so doing an OT3 with Lucy and Pickles and Dick after Nathan destroys the master album. 16- Write about a hug between your ship. 

Lucy was on her couch, fuming about not being able to go to Bali with Dick because of all of the storms. They would have to wait until tomorrow or maybe even the next day to go on their trip, and after the blood, sweat, and tears they had put into making that album, she had been looking forward to getting the fuck out of Dodge for a while.

She heard her door creak and said, "I didn't expect Jean Pierre to be able to make us such a complex fruit salad that quickly, the man's a machi-" he voice trailed off as she looked up at Pickles, who had a bloody nose and was standing at her door looking haunted.

Lucy dropped the joint she was rolling and walked over to him. "Babes, what happened?"

Pickles snapped out of his stupor and even though his voice sounded like he was in anguish, she could see the utter flaming rage in his eyes, "He destroyed it. He broke the fuckin' Master, Luce."

Lucy's eyes widened, that wasn't exactly a small thing, but there was something more pressing to handle, "Pickles, you're bleeding."

Pickles touched his face and chuckled darkly, "Yeah, he uh, shoved me ahff with the wooden end of an axe when I tried ta stahp him."

She was gonna fucking strangle Nathan with her bare hands. She was gonna beat the living shit out of him for laying a finger on Pickles. She was flooded with rage, but before she started fuming, she could see the look in Pickles' eyes. Lucy put her arms around him and pulled him in tight, and he let himself collapse into her arms, his arms pulling her in even tighter and just holding on for dear life. They could deal with his injuries soon. With everything else soon. Right now, this was what they both needed.

Lucy heard footsteps and when they came to a stop she looked over at Dick. Her voice cracked slightly as she said, "Nathan destroyed the Master record."

Dick was amazed that he had the wherewithal not to drop the fruit salad that he was holding. He took a calming breath, knowing he was this shy of snapping, and put the bowl down on one of her dressers. His arms wrapped around the two of them wordlessly, knowing that all three of them needed this before any of them decided to go and deal with reality.

[lovewithmary]

SO AMERICAN! — PG10

summary: you find someone who loves you for who you are.

pairing: singer!reader x pierre gasly, exes singer!reader x charles leclerc

fc: gracie abrams

masterlist

notes: for my pooks @renarots <3

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f1news: Charles Leclerc seen with mystery woman weeks after confirming his break up with singer (Y/N) (L/N)

comments

user1: THEY JUST BROKE UP WHAT THE FUCK

user2: okay but the way we see him with the new girl more than we saw him with (Y/N)... ↳ user3: FR i don't even think she ever attended a gp ↳ user5: charles never attended any of her concerts either 😭 and she sings for a living

user4: they broke up WEEKS ago and he's already moving on 🤨

user5: if charles has no haters then I'm dead

user6: really embodying his team's colors ↳ user7: 🚩

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yourusername: good riddance

new music coming soon <3

comments

user1: OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC??? ↳ user7: if only it wasn't at the expense of her happiness

user2: oh this is gonna put the girlies to tears

user3: SHE LOOKS SO SAD 😞

user4: fuck charles, honestly

user5: why is pierre here??? ↳ user6: bro is everywhere at this point 😭

( a few months later )

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yourusername: it's been a hard couple of months, but i'm officially announcing my new ep, good riddance!

special thanks to everyone who helped me get to where i am now, and thank you charles_leclerc for being inspiration :)

comments

user1: OH SHE SLAYED

user2: ALL MY HOMIES HATE CHARLES

user3: mentioned him and everything

user4: pierre supporting his best friend's ex-gf publically bashing him? ↳ user5: (Y/N) and Pierre weren't just friends just because she was dating Charles liked by pierregasly and yourusername

pierregasly: i listened to it first 😎 ↳ yourusername: you gave me inspiration for a lot of the lyrics 😭 ↳ user7: PIERRE GASLY HAVING WRITING CREDITS TO SOME OF HER SONGS IS SO ICONIC

user6: pierre publically supporting one of his good friend's ex-girlfriend is unexpected

user8: we should've known that he was a red flag when he said she was "so american" with a disgusted face 🙄🙄 breaking up with her over text just confirmed it ↳ user9: wait when did he do that? ↳ user8: it was a long time ago during one of her lives on instagram, she read out a comment and laughed really loud and charles said that. she was quiet for the rest of the live

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f1news: Singer (Y/N) (L/N) kissing Pierre Gasly and publically supporting him at his Garage. Sources say that they've only started dating, with Gasly willing to wait for (L/N) after a tumultuous relationship with best friend and fellow F1 Driver, Charles Leclerc. It is unclear whether or not the two drivers are still friends.

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user1: HELLO??? (Y/N) AND PIERRE?

user2: not f1news hard launching for them 😭 ↳ user3: they didn't even get to soft launch on their own pages

user4: (Y/N)'S FIRST GP!!! ↳ user5: AND IT ONLY TOOK A COUPLE YEARS AND A BREAKUP!

user6: wait but pierre waiting for (Y/N) to be ready to date again is so cute 🫶😭

user7: i just know charles is sending pierre texts

user8: they look so cute together though

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yourusername: well, i did have a whole plan to soft launch pierre but that just went out the window. but it gives me an excuse to be able to post my hot and sexy french boyfriend that (keyword: MY)

ps: i just released a new song about him :) it's called so american

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user1: (Y/N) (L/N) THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE. GIVING US THOSE PICTURES OF PIERRE FOR FREE? ↳ yourusername: i couldn't just live my life knowing that there are pictures of pierre that haven't been seen, especially when he's shirtless or working out 🫡

user2: (Y/N) JUST CASUALLY MENTIONING THAT SHE RELEASED A LOVE SONG ABOUT PIERRE? ↳ yourusername: that wasn't the central point of the post, hence the ps. it was more of a "if you guys have the time to" type of thing ↳ user3: (Y/N) prioritizing posting her hot bf over promoting her song. respect.

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pierregasly: to whoever revealed our relationship, thank you, because (Y/N)'s plan was going to last months and i wanted to tell people she was my girlfriend the minute she said yes.

the first picture was us celebrating her releasing good riddance and the second are polaroids of her during our dates and her performances.

i love you amor.

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yourusername: and he says i'm so american oh, god, i'm gonna marry him

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[weird-profiterole]

AHKLGTD I LOVE IT 🤣💖

D'Alençon is deeply wounded, he won't get over it lmao (you still can hear him cry at night before Dunois goes beat him for being so loud)

I feel so honoured that you used "my" Duke of Alençon as a reference for this awesome comic, I LOVE IT SO MUCH ! 💖😍💞💝💕💘💓💖💖

I should draw Pierre's reaction to Jean's new haircut 🤣

(I used too much tags on this 🤣)

@weird-profiterole 😋😋 Thanks for letting me use Jean D’Alençon, I hope I didn’t butcher him 🤞🏼🤞🏼

Jean D’Alençon completely belongs to @weird-profiterole , I just did this drawing XD

Here are some more doodles of Jeanie boi (love Jeanie boi)

[princess-of-france]

“There is an insidious rumor circulating in Petersburg that Napoleon Bonaparte marches on Russia with an army of French troops, but for my part I am sure it is idle gossip. People are always so desperate for a villain, they will conjure one out of thin air. I suppose it helps make sense of the story. Nevertheless, look after yourself in Moscow. We are living in strange times…”

(Annette, War and Peace, Part Two, by Claire F. Martin, based on the novel by Leo Tolstoy)

@harry-leroy @suits-of-woe @je-suis-em-jee @a-mature-honey-lavender @lizbennett2013 @thelibraryiscool @opheliarose7

[hey-kae]

Mini You

Pairing: Dad!Pierre Gasly x female reader

Request: hello! i’m back with another request. this one is based on a tiktok i saw: pierre and the reader (they don’t necessarily have to be married) have a son (he would be like 2 years old) and pierre planned a boys day with charles and of course he brings his son with him so the reader has the idea to dress their son exactly like pierre is gonna dress and when their done she’s like “let’s go show daddy!”. just pure fluff, really!

Warnings: -

Sidenote: I’m super bad at picking out names but the child is called Théo. I hope that’s not too bad! Also, Pierre and reader are married here just because who wouldn’t want to get to call Pierre their husband?🫠 Hope you like it!!

Pierre having time off meant he would be trying to fit his little family into every activity he agrees to that would involve him leaving the house or shifting his attention elsewhere, especially his son who he was extremely attached to. Théo, who had recently turned two, was the spitting image of his father minus his lips and hair that turned out looking like yours. His eyes however, were identical to Pierre’s, the same shade of crystal blue that you found yourself adoring more and more as the years passed.

That morning, you woke up alone in bed to a loud clatter resonating through the house but originating in the kitchen. The noise wasn’t unexpected since Pierre was home on a break but the sound of pans and spoons with the laughter of your husband and the small giggles of your son was concerning.

Make no mistake, Pierre was amazing with Théo. In fact, he was so good with him, it surprised you at first. He fell so naturally into the role of a dad the second he heard his son’s first cry, tears welling up in his joyful eyes as he cradled his then new born in his arms, whispering to him soft words like “Ma vie est la tienne maintenant, petit ange.” My life is yours now, little angel. and “Je vais te protéger, toi et ta maman, jusqu'à mon dernier souffle.” I’m gonna protect you and your mom until my dying breath.

However, him with Théo in the kitchen always ended with a mess.

Yawning, you pulled yourself out of the comfortable bed and strolled lazily towards the kitchen, eyes still sleepy and brain still half asleep. Once you reached the open door, your sight landed on Pierre, shirtless and only dressed in loose shorts, facing Théo who was sat up on the counter, giggling as his father tickled his stomach. You stood still and watched them for a moment, trying hard to ignore the pile of plates and bowls stacked up beside them right by a batch of burnt pancakes.

It was rather admirable how much these two enjoyed each other’s company, how entertaining they found each other despite how young Théo still was. Their interactions were most definitely your favorite things to ever watch as they seemed to prove how good of a job you had done when you fell in love with Pierre and decided that he was the one person you wanted to call your lifelong partner, your husband and the father of your children.

“The food looks good.” You broke your silence a few seconds later, smiling and crossing your arms in front of your chest while leaning against the doorframe.

“Maman!” Mom! Théo squealed, clapping his little hands together in excitement. Pierre helped him off the counter and watched him run towards you with a smile on his face.

“Bonjour, mon ange.” You replied, mirroring his excitement and leaning down to pick him up, placing a kiss on his cheek while crossing the distance towards your husband.

“Et bonjour à toi aussi, Chef Pierre.” And good morning to you too, Chef Pierre.

With a huge grin on his face, Pierre leaned towards you and quickly pecked your lips while Théo giggled, entertaining himself with your hair.

“Je crois pas qu’on pourrait manger ça.” I don’t think we’ll he able to eat this. He cringed, gesturing towards the pancakes.

“Ah, vraiment? Je ne l’aurais jamais deviné si tu ma pas dis!” Oh, really? I wouldn’t never guessed it if you didn’t tell me! You teased as you took in the kitchen’s disastrous state.

Pierre was quick to take notice of your dreading gaze.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do the cleaning.” He smiled at you assuringly, “But then I’ll need you to dress Théo and prepare his things ‘cause i want to take him out with me today.” He said, turned around and immediately started loading the dishwasher.

You put Théo down on the floor since he had begun to complain about being held and went to help Pierre.

“Hm, where are you taking him?” You curiously asked.

“I would’ve invited you but it’s kind of a boys day. I haven’t seen the guys in a while and Charles is in town right now so… yeah. Unless you stick on a fake mustache, you can’t really go.” He grinned, his eyes still repeatedly drifting off the check on his son who was now sat on the floor, playing with a miniature F1 car and making car sounds as he pushed it around on the floor. You and Pierre took him to the paddock only once before deciding that he was still far too young for that environment but even a while later, Théo still imitated the sound of the cars while playing.

Much to Pierre’s amusement, Théo refused to play with the Alpha Tauri car, always picking out ones that had bright colors instead. His favorites seemed to be the McLaren and the Ferrari, both gifted to him, one from Charles and the other from Lando, each of them obvious from who. Pierre would try to sneak the Alpha Tauri one into Théo’s hands but it would end up getting chucked away seconds later, leaving you laughing while your husband watched your son in frustration.

“Bah, je sais que ce n’est pas la meilleure voiture mais papa est le pilote de celle-ci.” Well, I know it's not the best car but dad is the driver of it. He would try to explain to his son, repeatedly pointing to the white and navy car, only to get ignored by Théo.

“How do you know he wouldn’t be bored halfway through the day? He might start bugging you.” You asked Pierre, wanting him to fully enjoy his day with his friends.

“He wants to go.” He shrugged. “N’est-ce pas, Théo? Tu veux partir avec papa, mon petit homme? Tu veux que tu passe la journée avec papa et ses amis?” Isn’t that right, Théo? You wanna go with dad, my little man? You wanna spend the day with dad and his friends? He picked him up, tickling his stomach and smiling as Théo giggled and clapped his hands.

You watched them with a soft smile of adoration, deep down knowing that Pierre would end up taking Théo with him no matter what.

“Oui! Partire avec papa!” Théo beamed with an adorable smile on his small face.

“Alors, dit a maman qu’elle doit t’habiller, mon ange.” So, tell mommy that she has to dress you, my angel. Pierre let him go and he ran towards you, clasping his small fingers around your hand and dragging you to his room.

You flashed Pierre a quick grin and walked by Théo’s little figure, you attention constantly on his steps, making sure he wouldn’t stumble or trip until you reached his room.

As you picked him up and sat him on the chair by his bed, you realized the mess from the kitchen had gone further than what you had noticed. The back part of Théo’s hair had traces of flour and he smelled like burned pancakes.

“My god, Pierre.” You expressed your annoyance. Your son couldn’t speak english yet, you and Pierre having decided to stick with french for now to avoid confusing him, but he smiled widely at the mention of his father’s name.

“Papa!” He beamed.

“Oui, mon petit. Papa. I’m gonna kill him.” You said with a big smile, caressing your son’s blushed cheeks with love before carrying him to the bathroom to clean him up.

Ten minutes later, Théo had clean hair and smelled fresh again. Now, you only had to decide what to dress him in. That’s when you realized you had no clue where they were going, therefore you had no idea what type of outfit would be best.

Making sure Théo was safely sat on his bed, you left the room to question Pierre about his plans. First, you checked the kitchen but found it empty and decently clean now. Smiling, you made your way to yours and Pierre’s bedroom. The door was slightly opened so you went in instantly.

Pierre was stood in front of the mirror, now dressed in white shorts and a baby blue shirt along with his blue and white jordans, fixing his hair and putting on perfume.

It almost immediately resurfaced in your mind that Théo had almost identical clothes so instead of asking Pierre about what should you dress Théo in, you decided to just imitate his outfit.

You pretended you needed your phone to check the time when your husband took notice of your presence in the room, his eyes following your movements while a small smile played on his face.

“You look good.” You complimented him, wrapping your arms around him for a few seconds, giving him a kiss slightly longer than the one you exchanged in the kitchen in presence of your young son.

“Merci, chérie.” He smiled once you pulled away, squeezing you closer to him before you let go, making your way back out of the room.

“Je t’aime.” I love you. You heard him say once you were in the hallway.

Smiling as you walked, you replied with a teasing “Je sais” I know and waiting to hear his reaction, a small laugh, before you said the words back.

“Je t’aime aussi.” I love you too.

Walking into Théo’s room, you found him still sat quietly on the bed, entertaining himself with a bunch of toys by his side.

“Tu veux t’habiller comme papa?” You wanna dress like dad? Je smiled at him as you pulled his closet open.

“Comme papa!” Like dad! He was clearly excited, moving to get off the bed.

You rushed to his side, helping him off and letting him join you by the wardrobe as you pulled out his white shorts and put them on him, his adorable blue eyes watching your every movement as you did.

Then you started searching for Théo’s shirt that matched Pierre’s, grinning as you found that it’s color was basically identical to his father’s.

“Pierre vas être si content quand il te verra habillé comme lui, petit ange.” Pierre is gonna be so happy when he sees you dressed like him, little angel. You started imagining your husband’s reaction to the outfit, your heart already swelling just from thinking about it.

Following that, you pulled out the tiny looking Nike box, fishing out the shoes identical to Pierre’s from inside it.

The memories of when Pierre came home from a trip with the small jordans with him made their way back to your mind. Théo had repeatedly pointed out that his shoes matched his fathers, making both of you and Pierre laugh at how adorable the small Nikes looked on his feet.

The outfit was completed after you managed to put the shoes on Théo’s feet, him complaining a bit about having to ditch being barefoot. Luckily, with a bit of sweet-talking, it all worked out.

You took a step back, smiling widely at how adorable your son looked then quickly packed him a change pf clothes along with a few essentials in a small bag Pierre would have to keep in his car just in case things got messy.

“Allez-y, on va montrer papa maintenant!” Come on, we’re gonna show dad now! You clasped his little hand with his and he walked beside you with the biggest, most adorable smile on his face.

Once you two reached the living room, before you were in Pierre’s line of view, you spoke up to warn him so Théo’s outfit would stay a surprise.

“Pierre, ferme les yeux. Théo a une surprise pour toi.” Pierre, close your eyes. Théo has a surprise for you.

The little guy beside you giggled, his hand over his smiling mouth as you waited a few seconds before appearing in the door with him.

You gave Théo a small pat on the shoulder, gesturing for him to go to Pierre. With a small chuckle, he eagerly ran to his father, climbing quickly onto his lap and poking his cheek.

“Regarde!” He beamed, both of you waiting for Pierre to open his eyes now.

As soon as Pierre caught a glimpse of Théo, a wide smile appeared on his face. He got up and placed Théo on the ground, crouching down in front of him with heart eyes that made your heart feel like it was gonna burst out of your chest.

“T’es très beau, mon ange et tu t’es habillé comme moi? Maman vas être si jalouse maintenant! Que va-t-on faire?” You are so handsome, my angel and you’re dressed like me? Mom is gonna be so jealous now! What are we gonna do? Pierre grinned with a love packed expression, his eyes glistening as he looked at his son.

Théo, clearly more than happy being the center of his father’s attention, giggled and wrapped his small hands around Pierre’s neck.

“Je t’aime, mon petit amour.” I love you, my little love. Pierre spoke into the hug, his eyes closing as his arms wrapped around his young son, his heart nearly bursting with love for the small family the two of you had created.

“Je t’aime, papa!” Théo was quick to reply while his father picked him up and sat him on the couch before heading your way.

“Thank you so much for this, chérie. I am so lucky to have you and Théo. I love you beyond words.” He brought you to his chest and kissed your temples.

Nothing compared to being in Pierre’s arms. The feelings of serenity and safety his hugs provided you were to die for. It was yet another reason as to why you were so thankful for his presence in your life and for the fact that he was the father of your child, knowing that Théo would grow up always feeling safe by his side and in his presence.

“I love you too, i love you so much.” You said back, smiling into his chest before pulling away since he probably should get going.

Your gaze drifted back to Théo who was watching with a smile, his expression and facial features looking too much like Pierre’s.

“He’s a mini you, i swear!” You chuckled, “Kinda not fair ‘cause i’m the one who carried him for 9 months but whatever.” You childishly but jokingly complained, Pierre chuckling at your remark.

“Next one will look like you. Hopefully, at least.” He teased and you rolled your eyes playfully, moving a bit to retrieve Théo’s things that you prepared.

“This has everything you might need.” You handed him the bag, “If he starts bugging you about leaving, just give me a call and i’ll pick him up.”

Pierre nodded, pulling the bag over his shoulder and picking Théo up, heading to the front door.

“Have fun!” You told Pierre, continuing in french so Théo would understand, “Au revoir, mes amours!” See you later, my loves! You blew them a kiss, your son quickly returning it as Pierre waved goodbye to you before disappearing out the door.

When the front door clicked shut and silence reigned over the house, you fell back against the couch, planning out your day in your head. You were eager for some quiet and relaxation as that seemed almost impossible with Pierre and Théo around, together forming quite the chaotic duo around the house.

Though you were so grateful for some alone time, it was undeniable that you’d miss their presence throughout the day.

[formulaonesmut]

pretty in blue f.t PG10 & GR63

PLEASE DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18<3  

Summary : Jesus, i don’t have the right words for this, your on a date with Pierre but you got caught. What will George think? 

Warnings : SMUT, P IN V, THREESOME, BlOWJOB, FINGERING, GETTING CALLED SLUT, WHORE ECT, BOY ON BOY STUFF XD, GETTING CAUGHT, NO MENCIONTS OF PROTECTION ( wrap it up before you tap it)  probably way more, but don’t wanna give spoilers 

Word count ; 9.000 + words  

a/n:  Sooo i am so so so sorry for not posting this long but I’m currently busy with school. I started with writing this fic i think 3 months ago, but every time i just didn’t got the motivation. I don’t know how to feel about this fic, its a lot, its long and its sometimes bad written. Please tell me what you guys think about this, and please share it. Because i still think that many people want to read this.

A BIG THANK YOU TO @carlos55edits 🫶🏼

18+ WARNING!!!!  

THERE ARE SOME POINTS THAT THERE IS BOY X BOY SMUT, THIS ALL IS PURE FANTASY SO PLEASE RESPECT IT!  

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It’s a Friday night and you and Pierre are as usual on a date. He showed you every nice spot here in France. And yes you got butterflies…  

Later in the evening, George would come over. He came to talk about his new contract with Mercedes. You and George were gog friends, so you didn’t mind that he was coming over. 

He had a boat tour ready for you two. It took us to an island and it was beautiful! You were there the whole afternoon. 

Not a while later, we sat down on the beach by the water. Your back against his chest, settled between his legs watching sunset.  

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‘’Y/n?’’ Pierre spoke from behind, his head was buried in your neck. His warm breath on your skin while you watched peacefully the sun going down.  

‘’yes Pierre?’’ you blushed, his hand letting yours go. Making you frown confused. Did you do something wrong? 

‘’ I have something for you. Can you turn around?’’ he asked.  You felt him grabbing something out his jacket.  

 You slowly sat up, turning around, facing the handsome boy Pierre Gasly in front of you.  

‘’Well uhm.. I wanted to give you this today.. I uhm’’ he stutter. You bought your hand up, letting it fall on top of his. 

He held up a small red box. When he opened the box, you immediately let out a gasp.  

‘’Oh my! Pierre!’’ Your voice broke, tears forming in your eyes.   

 

Was he proposing already?  

 

‘’I hope you like it. It’s a promise ring y/n. I can’t promise that we don’t have our downs but believe me,  I will fight for you and iI wont let-‘’ you interrupted him with a kiss, a few tears rolling down your cheek, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. The kiss was soft and sweet.  

He pulled back, smiling proudly while putting the Diamond ring around your finger.  

‘’I really like you y/n’’ he blushed, his bottom lip, sucked between his teeth. 

‘’I do really like you too Pierre.” You blushed while looking down at the ring. 

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Everything was so natural between you and Pierre. It was like you were a couple for so long. He is always so sweet and caring but he also has his dominant days, or you better could say. When you were teasing him too long or not listening.  

Few minutes later 

 

You were between his legs as he sat on the ground leaned back on his hands looking at the sea as you got an amazing idea. 

You quickly turned around, your belly hitting the hot sand underneath you. You propped up on your elbows as you looked up at him, your head  dangerously close to his crotch.  

Pierre looks down at you and just smiles, not knowing what you are gonna do. 

‘’What are you doing princess? Ruining the peace?’ ’he giggled. Your cheeks immediately heating up. You looooved his smile and he knew that.  

You slowly laid your head on his lap, dangerously close to his dick. Your head moving a bit, making the fabric to move with your movements, causing it to move over his boxer.  

You enjoying the view huh? ’’ his hand came down to caresses your hair and to stop your movements. 

You smiled to yourself before lifting your head up towards him, His cheeks are coloring red.  

‘’Oh! Do you have it hot my boy?’’ you smile, biting your lower lip as you lay one hand on his crotch, slowly pressing a bit. 

‘’Yeahh.. not weird huh when I have the hottest girl in front of me, acting shy as always but I know you were your going to’’ he chuckled before laying back, popped up on his elbows, staring deeply at you.  

‘’Oh, I don’t know what your talking about Pierre’’ you smiled, slowly palming him between your giggles, ‘acting’ like you didn’t do it on purpose. His dick slowly harding at your movements.  

‘’I dare you to finish what you just started’’ he smirked down at you, biting his lip. He knew that you never would do that. You just didn’t like the idea of getting caught. 

You quickly glanced around, seeing almost one around you two. Some people are swimming, but that’s at least 100 meter further. You looked down at your watch, 19;32, so we had enough time to finish it before George would meet us.  

‘’Oh your shy now? ‘’ he smiled ‘’I knew it!’’ he laughed  

Your hands flew to his pants, pulling them down until the middle of his thighs, smiling as your both hands ran over his boxer. 

‘’Fuck- mon amour...  You don’t have too’’ he breathed out almost shy to beg for your touch 

You and Pierre were sex addicts, no but literally. Pierre may seemed like he was a bad boy but he was always so caring and made sure your comfortable with it. Buttt... He did have his dominance days.  

 

Your hands pulling his boxer a bit further down, his cock sprung free against his abdomen. And Jesus, Pierre was really big. Your jaw dropped against the sight, him on a beach, watching sunset while sucking him off. Your eyes tracing the veins on his hard cock that are about to burst. Pierre was so easily to turn on and you loved it. 

 

‘’Baby girl, I don’t think I can last any longer. Please do something’’ Pierre whined 

Your mind flashing to yesterday night. Even though you were drunk, you had an amazing night. The bed, the shower, and even the toilet there was ruined by you too.  

‘’Oh? Already begging before we even start?’’ you  teased him, repeating his words from yesterday night. 

‘’Please. Baby please I promise I will make it up to y-‘’ before he could finish it your tongue was circling over his tip, licking the precum up.  

‘’Mhm shit. ‘’ he glanced around, checking if no one was looking. 

You leaned down, licking a long stripe up following a vein that runs to his tip, his body immediately reacting. His breathing quickens as he got goosebumps all over his body.  

‘’Baby girl, you don’t know how much I love you’’ he breathed out, his breathing is heavy and seriously unsteady.  

You slowly close your lips around his red tip and start to suck it while your hand is pumping his shaft. Your mouth stays at his tip, making him whine and begging for more. Spit starts stringing down your bottom lip, making a wet spot on the hot sand underneath you. 

His hips started to trust upwards, trying to get something more from you. But instead off taking him further into your mouth, you pulled yourself completely off his dick.  

´´ cherrie? Did- did i-i do something w-wrong, did i go to far´´  

Before he could rumble more you stopped him. ´´ ofcourse not, dont be silly babe its just- you really need to stop acting like you didnt got touched´´ you chuckled. ´´ oh and stop trusting upwards, i have time today´´ you winked, he clearly understood you but he almost exploded and he just need to come, NOW.  

You saw him thinking, searching for something to make you keep going. And then he just found the perfect dare .‘’Oh- don’t get me wrong princess but not that someone would see that your sucking me off. I’m way to big for your pretty mouth so you can´t hide it’’   

Pierre his smile is big, his cheeks are red glowing, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, waiting for you to responds. 

“Oh watch me’’ you dared him.  

 You knew you could do it, taking a sharp breath through your nose before leaning in, taking him all the way in your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, stopping the movements there making you splutter around him. 

His tip hitting the back of your throat occasionally. Your nose touching his pubic bone as your head starts to bob up and down. It makes you gag every time while you took him all the way down your throat. Yes, he was big and you knew not every girl could do this.  

‘’F..fuck mon amour’’ he moaned his legs moving a bit nervously up. The chance off getting caught is big, its besides that just a normal and public beach. 

‘’Your mouth.. feels like heaven princess’’ Pierre moaned while you picked up the speed, yes you had time but you knew that George could arrive at any moment.  

Your head bobbing up and down, gagging every time his tip hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back, eyes fully closed and his mouth open, moaning things in french while trying to act so normal as possible. 

You could feel yourself drowning in your thoughts. ´what if´ ´ is someone watching  us´ Pierre immediately felt it. 

‘’Get back to work babygirl. I need you to make me cum before George will find us’’ he smiled, his voice cracked. It’s low and full hunger as he bulks his hips upwards. His hips are off the ground as he bottoms out in your mouth, stopping his movements there while he moaned loudly. 

You can hear it in Pierre his voice that he really tries to be quiet, his fingers dinging into the sand and his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth. 

“Fuck p-please f-f-fin-ish it please’’ he struggles. His voice grows lower and lower, groaning as he lowers his hips back down.  

You got immediately back to work as your head bobs up and down, quickening the pace, sucking him off like your starving. Your hand pumping the rest of his cock as your mouth is focused on the tip, circling your tongue and closing your lips around his tip sucking. And yes, you could bet that your thong is a soaked pool. You closed your thighs moving a bit trying to get more friction  

“Fuck! I’m close mon amour’’ he moaned out, looking down at you. “Do you want to swallow it, because if you don’t, you don’t have too’’ he struggled with talking but of course you wanted to swallow. And for the last time you bobbed your head down, nose touching his pubic bone as you felt a warm liquid spilling down your throat.  

You were quick in swallowing, showing your tongue as a quick reminder that you swallowed it all. But before you could show your tongue, your saw 2 long legs standing behind Pierre. And those legs were so familiar.  

It was George. Yes George! He had an amazing view from there, he was perfectly looking down at you.  

Pierre saw your face and immediately knew who was standing behind him. you admitted a few weeks ago that you wanted george to join you and Pierre, but Pierre was a guy, that don’t wanted to share.  

‘’fuck! Uh-’’ Pierre cursed before tugging his pants up, you were quick in turning around. Not that George haven’t seen you already.  

Your hands flying to your face, trying to hide your already watery eyes. The only thing that was on your mind was ‘’how am I gonna face George again?’’ 

You could hear George chuckle ‘’ I’m sorry mate.. didn’t .. uh didn’t really saw that coming’’ George laughed nervously, his hands were folded together in front off his crotch. 

‘’Its okay mate’’ Pierre spoke before shoving a bit towards you, hugging you from behind. ‘’It’s okay princess’’ Pierre whispered in your ear, trying to calm you a bit down. ´hey baby look at me´  

‘’What if he tell-‘’ 

’’Don’t worry  y/n, I wont tell anyone. Besides that you uhm’’ George smiled, Pierre tilted his head to him.  Seeing George standing there, both hands before his crotch. Pierre immediately understood why. It turned George on 

‘Its okay baby. Come on. Lets go home’’ Pierre giggled before getting up, pulling you up also.  

Oh and believe me you struggled. You immediately buried your head in Pierre’s his chest. God this is so embarrassing. 

‘’How did you find us so quickly?’’ Pierre asked george  

‘’Well, no one has that Louie bag like you. So, it wasn’t difficult’’ he chuckled while greet hugging Pierre. 

Pierre motioned to George to come over. George leaned forward and gave you a big hug. You could smelled is cologne and all you could do was relax in his arms. When George pulled away from the hug, he kept standing close. His eyes searching for yours.  ‘’Don’t worry about it angel’’ George smiled softly. Pierre softly pushed you forward making you stand fully pressed up against George, already feeling his hard on poking against your lower belly. You had to look up at him, because George is so tall. The moment your eyes met, it felt just like a movie. 

 Staring deeply into his eyes. It felt strange but something inside you told you that this night wasn’t over. George was the first one to break the silence, 

‘’Oh you uhm-‘’ he points at your mouth ‘’uhm I think you have uh-‘’ George struggled, his cheeks turning red. Your hand came up to take it away but Pierre slapped them right away.  

‘’Let him take it off’’ Pierre smirked while George swallowed hard. It wasn’t weird that Pierre loved to have the control. Normally George was a dominant person too, but somehow he let Pierre instructed him. 

‘’Go on mate take it away then’’ Pierre winked while he settled himself behind you.  

Your standing there, sandwiched between sir Russell and Pierre Gasly. Pierre settled his hands on your waist,  while looking down at your mouth. Seeing his cum dripping out the corner from your mouth made him instantly hard again. 

George brought his hand to your face, his thumb sliding over the corner of your mouth, slowly taking the cum off your red, swollen lips.  

‘’Stick out your tongue baby girl’’ Pierre commanded you. And you were very quick in obeying him, sticking out your tongue to George.  George was quick in understanding and brought his thumb to your mouth. You quickly closed your lips around George his thumb and sucked the cum of george his thumb.  

The ride home was normal. You went upstairs to change into your bikini. Pierre was so lovely to put the Jacuzzi on for you.  

While you were upstairs, Pierre and George settled themselves down at the kitchen table 

The moment you walked down only covered in your blue bikini, a towel under your arm and your phone in the other hand.  ‘’Damn’’ Pierre spoke, leaving both of the boys totally speechless. George immediately felt his cheeks heating up catching himself looking. The bikini wasn’t covering that much and the color blue suited you perfectly. Even better was if it was a Mercedes one.  

‘’Oh come on. Pick up your jaw boys’’ you chuckled before you walked to the fridge, grabbing a drink. While you were bending down to grab it out the fridge, you felt a hand spanking down on your ass cheek. The sudden contact made you moan. 

‘’Hey!’’ you half shout while smiling, immediately walking away leaving Pierre and George there, Pierre´s mouth still open while he was smiling too.  

‘’Don’t stop walking, otherwise you have 2 boys to help’’ Pierre smirked before nudging George.  

‘’I don’t mind though’’ you winked before walking out.  

And within 20 minutes both of the boys came out the house. They were only wearing a pair of swim trunks. George borrowed a set from Pierre.  

‘’It was boring without you two’’ you pouted while the boys got in. They were still talking to each other. Pierre leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead.  

‘’Don’t whine so much, otherwise I will bend you over and make you whine.’’ Pierre smirked while he sat down beside you while george took a place in front of you. 

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You all had an amazing night, talked a lot about f1 but also about your life’s. The mood was amazing and you all had so much fun.  

´´Cherrie are you gonna help that little boy out there? Only if you want it of course.. but I bet he wanna fuck your slutty pussy cherrie´ Pierre whispered while he kissed your neck. His puffy lips sucking on your skin. George was minding his own business on his phone. 

You immediately understood what Pierre his plan was.  You swum up to George. Immediately getting his attention. He laid his phone outside the Jacuzzi while you made yourself comfortable on his lap so you were facing the handsome boy George Russell.  

´´ That bulge here´´ just when you said ´here´ you rolled your hips over his crotch, making him bite his lip.    

´It’s painfully hard huh?´´ you smiled. George looked at you, fully in shock. when you leaned down and kissed his lips he thought he was dreaming this. Your tongues finding each other easy, lips moving synchronic against each other. His hands easily finding your but, softly squeezing your ass into his large hands.  

When you both pulled back George immediately looked at Pierre . ´´  Your really okay with this´´ 

´´Yeah I am. In for a threesome?´’ Pierre smiled, he almost chuckled it. He didn’t wanted to admit that it was not easy to see his girl making out and going to fuck someone else.. But it made something loose in him, and it made him instantly hard.  

´With her always!´´ George smiled, your hips started to roll forward over his crotch. His abs spanning together when your  hips rolled over his already semi hard dick.  

´Its so easy to turn you on´ you breath out while you quickly lifted your hips so you could pull George his swim trunks down.  

Your hands flied down to his semi harden cock. Your tiny hands ( if you see Pierre or George his hands, yes your hands are small and tiny) around his cock. Your hands found a easy and steady pace. George closed his eyes as your hand worked up and down his shaft.  

And within 70 seconds he was solid hard. And damn, Pierre was big. Bigger then a normal person but George?!?!? George was HUGE veiny and not to forget, he was long and thick. 

´Cat got your tongue princess?´ George chuckled, his cheeks were glowing red. He always dreamed of this, but he knew you were off limits. You were Pierre’s, not his.  

´Uh woah.. no but uhm.. ´´ you struggled while your hands quickly made work from your bikini bottom. Pierre got up and settled him behind you two.  He sat up on his knees, his hands were on your waist and your back was against his chest to support you.  

Pierre handed you a condom and opened the package for you. You rolled the condom around George and settled yourself above him.  

´Relax cherrie´ Pierre whispered in your ear before helping you sunk down onto George, Pierre’s hands still on your hips.  

You were speechless, Pierre was your first one ever and you never had sex with anyone besides him. Pierre was already a bigger size then a normal person, but George. It felt like this was your first time again. Pain, that was the only thing you could think off.  

´Mhm fuck.. your so.. fucking... tight ´’ George moaned, every time you sunk lower and lower until his whole dick disappeared into you.  

´´Give her a little bit time George´ Pierre smiled, kissing your neck while both men gave you time to get used.  

´´Jesus baby girl. It’s like your already cumin around me.. ´´ 

´´ I- I never had someone that was this .. tight.. fuck .. please relax, I think I’m not gonna last long´´ George moaned, pulling you forward to connect your lips on his. The sudden movement made you moan into his mouth. George took that chance to explore your mouth.  

His lips made a way from your mouth, to your jaw, back to your neck. Pierre hands settled them down on your hips, he slowly lifted you up and down. George was big, but it felt right. The pain slowly started to turn into pleasure. Pierre immediately felt that. Your hips started to move up and down faster and deeper. But Pierre immediately stopped you.  

´´No no cherrie. you gotta follow daddy´s hands now´´ Pierre whispers in your ear. He pressed his hips into your lower back, letting you feel the outlines of his already harden dick.  

´´Go on cherrie, ask George what he want´´ Pierre’s lips grew into a smile. 

´´Georgiee what do you want-´´ you breath out, your eyes closing as George’s tip started to hit your G-spot. 

´Fuck princess!  I want you to cum over me, fuck Your so tight´ George repeated, your walls clenching around his cock.  George started to trust upwards. Pierre stilled your movements while his puffy lips are on your neck creating some purple patches.  

´F-fuck G-Georgie.. ´’you moaned out as George was thrusting upwards in an amazing pace, not slow, not fast.  

George his hands were beside his lap. Steading himself while he trusted inside you. Pierre hands were on your hips, stilling your movements so George could set the pace. George’s hips were thrusting upwards, his dick hitting your g-spot perfectly.  

´Fuck baby girl. You have- you have to stop squeezing me- I-I- im gonna cum´´ George moaned out, his trusts became sloppier. His breathing was fast and deep and he was moaning like crazy. It felt weird at the first time, moaning your name while Pierre was facing him too.  

´I fucking tell you y/n, you're NOT gonna cum on his dick.´’ Pierre commanded you. He could tell you from your face impressions that you were running close.  

´No.. need to be.. jealous Gasly. You can fucking make her cum so many times!´  George snapped, he was close, his hips not slowing down. Besides that, he sped up.  

´Who said this was the last time?´´ Pierre smiled. ´´ Even when we are in a relationship, I don’t mind sharing her with you, but we can talk that later on´´  

George only moaned in response. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside you as his abs started to pull together. His breaths became more and heavier, he pushed Pierre his hands off your hips, to replace them with his own. his hands helping you move faster up and down as Pierre his hand slides over your breasts.  Pierre quickly untied your bikini top, making it fall down as one of his hands grabbed your throat. His hand squeezing your throat a few times before sliding it back down to your breasts.  

´Fuck fuck- I'm gonna c-cum´´ George moaned, and within 5 seconds, his whole body was shaking, he was moaning, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut.  

Something triggered you, the well-known knot in your stomach. George was driving you to the edge, but before it could snap, Pierre was there. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you upwards off George.  

´Noo- Pierre please- please let me cum´´ you begged. He knew you hated this so much. His grip made you turn around so you were facing Pierre instead of George.  

“Do you want to cum baby?´´ Pierre smiled. You could only nod in responds.  

´´Please daddy. Let me take care of you two´´ you begged Pierre 

´´Only if you ask nicely baby´´ Pierre smirked. He wanted to hear it.  

´Please, please please daddy. Please let me take care of you two´´ you smiled, George got up on his knees too, pressing his body into yours.  

´Oh? Are you gonna be our good girl then?´´ George whispered in your ear, his tongue running over the purple patches that Pierre made.  

´´Yes yes yes Georgie- I will´´ you breath out, you throwed your head back on George’s shoulder. Pierre leaned down and attached his lips on your harden nipple. It made you arch your back forward, pushing Pierre face into your boobs.  

´´Eager?´´ Pierre smiled. His face was tilted upwards and he was slightly blushing.  

´Mhm´ you mumbled. George’s hands were on your ass, kneading it into his hands.  

´How do you want it baby´ Pierre smiled. ´Tell us your dirty thoughts baby´ George added. 

´I know it maybe sounds weird-´ you spoke, but George cut you off.  

´It isn’t weird princess, look we are having a threesome so go on´’ George smiled.  

´Blur it out cherrie´ Pierre bit his lip, waiting for you to go on. His mind was running like crazy. He knew you were kinky in bed but this was something he didn’t saw. 

You hesitated a little bit before spitting it out. ´´ I want you two to kiss, like... With tongue´ ´ 

Pierre and George´s eyes shot wide. Pierre immediately started blushing harder.  

´Oh wow, uh- I- I take my words back´ George chuckled.  

They both stared at you, completely in shock. It was like they were frozen. They just couldn’t find the rights words for this. Not that they didn’t wanted this because deep down, Pierre really wanted to kiss a boy for once.  

´´Only if you want to- but please it's so hot and I- I'm dreaming about that for really long now´´ you blurred out, your cheeks started to heat up. Slightly embarrassed that you said it.  

´Look I know your both straight- but please, if we are gonna have sex more- it's just really hot´  

´´Okay- uhm let this dream of yours come out then´´ George spitted out. Pierre only could blush. He was off the world.  

And before you knew, you were sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Pierre and eorge were settled in front of each other 

Pierre was the first one to make a move. He brought his hand upwards to cup George’s cheek, pulling George forward and kissing his lips. At first, they were slow and it was a little bit awkward. But it immediately felt away when their tongues found each other. Lips moving synchronic with each other. Tongues fighting for dominance. 

George pulled Pierre on his lap. Pierre could feel that George was hardening underneath him. Lips not coming off each other as they kept fighting.  

George could only moan in response. You told him so many times that Pierre was a good kisser and now he could only say yes. Pierre kissed a way down to George’s neck, slowly sucking on his skin.  

´I bet that she is watching us like we are a god Georgie´ Pierre whispered before sucking on his earlobe.  

´Oh fuck y/n.. You didn’t lie when you told me that Pierre is a good kisser´ George breath out while Pierre pulled back. Admiring the purple patch he made on george his neck. 

Pierre turned his face around looking at you.  

´Enjoying the show baby?´ Pierre smiled, accidently rolling his hips over George’s crotch, feeling his already hard dick poking underneath him, George’s heartbeat is fast and he could bet that Pierre could hear it. 

´´ That seemed-  hot..´´ you blushed, you patted beside you on the edge. George smiled and took place beside you. You got off the edge and settled yourself on all fours in front of George.  

You got an idea. An idea that wasn’t normal.  

George pulled his swim trunks off and thrown them away. Meanwhile you took place in front of George while one hand settled itself on George’s length.  

You turned your head to Pierre before saying ´´come on daddy are you gonna help me´´ you tried to put your best puppy eyes on Pierre who swallowed  hardly. His breathing hitched before coming to you to. He settled himself beside you.  

´Yeah fuck it´  Pierre mumbled before licking one long stroke up George’s dick.  

´Oh- fuck yes Pierre´ George moaned when Pierre closed his lips around his red swollen tip. You only could sit there watching this;  

George was a moaning mess while Pierre worked his mouth up and down. Spit dripping down Pierre’s mouth while his hand was working on George’s balls. 

Pierre started to hollow his cheeks out, one hand on george his shaft while his mouth was fully focused on George’s tip. George was sensitive and overstimulated. It wasn’t hard to bring him to the edge  

´Fuck Pier- daddy please, I'm so f-fucking c-close´ George moaned his body started to shake, and the moment he was gonna explode you pulled Pierre off his dick. 

George only could groan while he was trying to catch his breath. This was unbelievable. He got sucked off by Pierre, Pierre Gasly. 

´Already tired ?´ you smirked ´gonna fuck your little slut?´ you asked, Pierre his eyes shooed widen before taking place behind you. 

He made you sit in doggy style, your face facing the edge of the Jacuzzi. George was still in front of you while Pierre was behind you. Pierre’s hands were on your ass, while his knee was kicking your legs open.  

´´Put that slutty mouth to use cherrie and show him how good you are´´ Pierre spoke from behind, his hand coming down and slapping your ass cheek. Because your whole body was wet, it hurted little bit but it didn’t care . Besides, it made you moan and George took that opportunity to fill your mouth up with his dick.  

You easily closed your lips around George as you started to suck him. Your eyes fixed upwards looking upwards through your lashes. While your mouth was all over George, Pierre shoved this tip up and down your slit, circling his tip a few times over your clit.  

Muffled moans came out your mouth as George slowly started to thrust into your mouth. Pierre slowly pushed his tip inside your entrance. You moaned around George, which made him moan too because of the vibrations.  

´Don’t hurt her. If she squeezes your arm, stop´ Pierre commanded George, his dick slowly disappeared inside you.  

George his hips started to buck forward into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out, letting his tip hit the back of your throat while he praised you. Pierre and George worked in a tandem. When George trusted in your mouth, Pierre got out.  You sucked and moaned around George while Pierre was hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You were sensitive and when Pierre brought his hand back to rub your clit, It almost felt too much.  

George saw that it was to much and immediately did something. 

´´Woah calm down angel´´  George´s hand gently tugged you of his cock, giving you a moment to breathe as he held your head in place. His other hand moving to cup your jaw gently, his thumb wiping some spit from the corner of your mouth. Waiting for you to come a little bit down. Pierre didn’t slowed down. His thrusts became harder and his dick disappeared every time he trusted inside. 

´Look at you, so quiet now huh? Go on and take my cock like the little slut you are ´´ George smiled as you got back to work. You were sucking his tip like you were dying while your other 2 hands pumped his shaft.  

The constant impact at the back off your throat had your eyes prickling with tears, threatening to ruin your mascara. At least what’s left of it. When George could feel that your jaw was growing tired, he took it over, using his hand that was already intertwined with your hair to move your head. The other one was on your jaw, trying to help you. 

´Yeah baby you better listen or daddy wont fill that pretty pussy of yours´ ´´ Do you wanna get filled baby? Because daddy is gonna fill you up if you want to´ Pierre added, Before you even could nod or say something, you already got filled. Pierre’s cum filling you perfectly up. His hand rubbed faster over your overstimulated pussy and making you almost seeing stars. 

´Come on cherrie let it go for daddy´ Pierre praised you, as body started to shake while you really tried to focus. 

´Yeah be a pretty slut like you always are and cum over daddy’s cock´ George added while moaning loudly. The sounds he was making was enough to make you forget the pain and tiredness in your jaw. Low groans, moans, and French swear words filled the air.  

You felt him twitching in your mouth while your orgasm was on the point off exploding, Your orgasm hit you hard, almost like a rock fell on you. Your body was shaking and you were a moaning mess. George came at the same time as you, filling your mouth up with his hot, sticky cum. You easily swallowed it and when George pulled you of his dick you showed him your tongue, as a reminder that you swallowed everything. 

You couldn’t even come down from your high or George was already questioning you. 

´Can i clean you?´ George spoke, his cheeks were red and his hair was messy.  

´´Uhm- yeah of course ´´ you mumbled. Not really knowing what his plan was.  

George picked you up before walking out, laying you down on the sofa before getting back on his knees. 

´What are you-´ before you could finish, you felt George’s tongue on your clit, slowly dragging it up and down your slit. Making sure to eat the dripping cum while George’s hands spread you open while he ate you out.  

´George- fu-fuck yes!´ you were again a moaning mess, because of the overstimulation your body was so sensitive. His tongue lapping perfectly on your throbbing pussy. His lips easily finding your clit while 2 fingers made their way into you.  

His fingers slowly angled upwards and settled a quick and rough pace. His lips and tongue focused on your clit. One hand was on your waist to stop you from bulking your hips up, while the other one was playing with your nipple. His fingers were perfectly hitting your g-spot.  

You could feel your orgasm approaching and before you could tell it, it was there. And you thought that you couldn’t come harder. But this time it seriously felt like you were passing out, a delicious feeling rushed through your body while your hands gripped down George´s hair.  

 

´´’you did amazing princess´´ George kissed your head and helped you to sit up.  

´´ i have no words for today..´´ George chuckled ´´ can i get you anyth-´´  

Before George could finish Pierre was there. He had his hands full with stuff and even a blade.  

´´ you look ..-´´’pierre paused while putting the blade down, his brain was searching for the right words. ´´ fucked out´´ he smiled  

´´ here, put this on´´ Pierre handed your pajamas and a bra and thong. You mumbled a quick thank you before shooting it on. Pierre was already dressed and so nice to bring clean and dry clothes for George.  

Aftercare was second on the list, and it was definitely something that was important. Besides clean clothes, Pierre also brought drinks and some snacks.  

 

´´ so is this gonna be our weekly relax moment?´´ pierre chuckled.  

 

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Soooo should i make this a story?  

[2-fast-2-curious]

Christine honey, do you take writing request too?? If you do, can i req Pierre x reader where the reader wearing his tight long sleeved racing shirt and kinda distracted during his media interview bcoz of it.. idk, i really wanna wear that 😆😆..

Nonnie, you must know how the white fireproofs make me feel...

There's a line from this audio that inspired me

Warnings: I have no idea what happens after races and stuff

Just gonna tack on that I'm gonna write this for the plus-sized girls because I'm tired of fics where his clothes are huge and hang off your body. Like Missy Elliot raps in Lizzo's Tempo: all the thick girls need to get on the floor

Pierre just finished his race and the two of you did your typical post-race ritual of kisses and you telling him how proud you were of him and him telling you how he couldn't have done it without you. Even though you know he totally could've.

You slipped away quietly so he could celebrate with the rest of the team. It was a night race in the desert. While you loved seeing the city lit up in the distance, the temperature had dropped swiftly and your bare arms were now uncomfortably cold.

You broke away from the crowd to walk back to Pierre's driver's room. You were hoping he might have an extra sweater in there to warm you up. Pierre knew sometimes the crowds could get overwhelming for you so you weren't too worried about him looking for you.

The room was pretty empty and you could see right away that there was no sweater of his you could steal. The only clothing you could see was the neatly folded stack of Pierre's fireproof underwear. You grabbed a top and held it against your body, the clothing was supposed to fit tightly on Pierre's impressively sculpted physique and you could already tell it would be snug on you as well, especially around your bust. You pulled it over your head and it was surprisingly soft but most importantly the insulating fabric kept you warm. You smoothed the material over your tummy and went back to find Pierre.

You saw some of the drivers and PR staff in the media pen doing interviews and you stood off to the side to wait until Pierre was finished. You may have taken a sneaky picture or two as he spoke animatedly to the interviewer, his eyes full of mischief. When he finally spotted you, his expression darkened. You were confused, he seemed so happy to see you just moments ago when you were on the other side of the barricades. When he was done with his interviews, Pierre came over to you and wordlessly grabbed your hand, walking over to an area that was less crowded.

"What are you wearing?" Pierre never told you what you could and couldn't wear, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He hated when you claimed you couldn't wear the clothes that you wanted because they weren't made for your body type or didn't come in your size. In fact, you had discovered so many clothing brands that were stylish and size-inclusive thanks to Pierre sending you all the different accounts he saw while he was double tapping his way through Instagram.

"Your fireproofs?" You felt anxiety building up in your stomach and nervousness at what Pierre wanted to tell you. You caught the briefest glimpses of yourself off a reflective surface in the distance. Maybe it was your body dysmorphia but you swore you could see that the tight white material was making the soft flesh of your body bulge in a manner that wasn't flattering.

"I know what my fireproofs look like but you cannot wear that here." Pierre gave you his signature smirk but it did nothing to put you at ease. You felt like a joke. You swallowed thickly imagining how disgusted Pierre must be at how you looked in his clothes that he brought you over here so you didn't embarrass him anymore.

Pierre's smirk left his face as he noticed your bottom lip wobbling and tears welling up in your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You sighed. "I was really cold so I put it on because it was the first thing I saw. I wasn't even thinking about how it would look and now I'm sad because I'll never be one of those girls who look cute in their boyfriend's clothes because...well because of this." Pierre's brows furrowed as you gestured to your torso with your hands.

He pulled you close and gently rubbed your back in soft patterns. "I think you misunderstood me. You look more than cute in my fireproofs."

You pulled away from Pierre with a look of confusion on your face. "Then why can't I wear them?"

Pierre's hands brushed along your sides following the material which was hugging the curve of your waist. He leaned in so you could feel his breath against your cheek. "Because seeing you in them makes me want to fuck you.

He slotted his thigh between your legs and you could feel his hard-on underneath his race suit. You gasped at both his actions and his bluntness. His accent already made everything sound so sensual but when he was actually talking dirty it was something else entirely.

"You know we don't wear anything under this..." Pierre gently tugged on the white material and let go so it snapped against your skin.

"When I see you wearing it I can't help but imagine you with nothing underneath too." He licked his lips imagining how sheer the fabric would be stretched over your tits, whether he would be able to see the outline of your nipples through the fireproofs. Pierre's hands inched up to rest on your ribcage his thumbs rubbing circles against your breasts. Even through your layers, you could tell he could feel how hard your nipples were. "I don't think this is just because of the cold."

Your heated embrace was interrupted by a handler looking for Pierre and he reluctantly let you go.

"Get back to the room. When I get there you better wear them properly...or else I might have to punish you." With one last kiss and a hard squeeze and smack to your ass, Pierre let you scurry off, licking his lips as he watched the way your hips swayed.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Little thing (Pierre Gasly)

In which you had a baby girl with Pierre but tried to keep things low. Fluff.

Note: I read this and felt the urge to have some Dad!Pierre. Mentions of Antoine. I cried a bit writing this, not gonna lie.

The beginning was difficult. We were merely kids. It was late 2019 when our little girl came to the world. When I got the positive test in February, I was one month pregnant. And it could have only been him.

It happened during Christmas. After a dinner with bithh of our families, Pierre and I had gone to a party with friends. It didn't end up as I thought. I had waken up tangled on his arms.

The call was hard to do. I couldn't find the right words. We were just friends after all.

But then the first talk about the baby came and he swore I would never have to worry about their wellness. They would have the best life. He swore I would do it too. Then he took my hand and looked into my eyes. And I knew it would be okay.

The pregnancy went well, it wasn't too difficult and the baby was healthy. We were two bet friends you would have a baby together. It could work. We would make it.

But then the accident happened and Pierre lost his best friend. He spent the night curled into me with his hand on my belly. It broke my heart in million pieces. But life went on and in October she came to the world.

The day was rainy and Pierre was in Italy. His mother had to call him to tell him I had gone in labor. He arrived only minutes before she was born. On time to cut the cord and kiss my forehead.

Once in the room, when we were both alone and she was sleeping, he sat next to me.

"We need to give her a name" He muttered looking at her. She was on my chest.

"Antoinette." I said with a smile. He looked at me and tears start falling from his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Of course, Pierre. He would have loved her, he was so happy. I want to honor him with this precious gift"

Antoniette was the biggest dad girl. Pierre was completely in love with her. She was the sweetest girl and had his dad's eyes but my smile and hair.

"Anthy" He had given her the nickname on her first Christmas. She was only two months old but was obsessed with papa.

The girl looked up and smiled.

"Papa!"

Pierre sighed. He had to go. He had a race.

"Come here, little thing"

Anthy got up and ran to her dad, jumping on his arms and hugged him. He laughed a bit and kissed her cheek.

"Papa has to go, cherie."

"Race!"

"Yeah, I have to race."

She pouted a bit and I walked closer to them.

"We will watch papa racing, right? Like we always do" I touched her hair and she nodded.

Pierre looked at me. He missed her a lot. He would call every day to only see her little face. Video calls at midnight in the country he was in only because it was her time to wake up.

The world knew about Antoinette Gasly. He never wanted to hide her. They didn't knew about me. Only because he was scared of the world's reaction to the nature of our relationship. We were friends at the end. Even if it was the most difficult thing.

Pierre would come home and spend the biggest time possible with our daughter. He had a room in my house, a single bed, a wardrobe and a few pictures in the walls. His favorite was the one him, Antoine and I took on April when my belly had just started showing.

It's was hard to have him around. It was since the begging when he would talk to my belly and be the cutest guy around me. Then Antoinette came to the world and we got that bond for life. He was my best friend now, my daughter's father and the man of my dreams.

Both of us had been in relationships but always ended up coming back to the other's arms. It was something usual. Me crying on his shoulder or him laying his head on my lap after a break up.

"I don't want you to go" Anthy was an energetic girl, she had started walking super soon and mumbling little words when she was way too young. Pierre said she lived fast like him.

"I now, cherie" He touched her little cheek with his fingers. "I will call you when I arrive and every night. Before you can notice, it will be Monday again and I'll be back"

She was looking at him with watery eyes.

"You will stay here with maman and have a lot of fun watching me race"

Anthy hugged him. It was always like this. She missed him enormously. She was her dad's girl.

I bit my lip as tears formed in my eyes. It broke my heart to see them like this. I crunched next to them. By experience I knew that I would have to take her from him. I caressed Pierre's back slowly and he looked at me. A tear had fallen down his cheek and I cleaned it.

"You now what, Anthy? I will bring you a little gift. Would you like that?"

She lifted her head and looked at him. A little nod and a smile was enough.

"And then on Friday maman and I will pick you from school and go to somewhere"

"Where?"

"A beautiful place. The most beautiful place."

The next Friday, Pierre made his promise true. We spent the whole weekend in a village in the north of Italy. Like a family.

Laying on the hotel room the last night with Anthy between us, he turned to look at me.

"What?" I smiled.

"I have been thinking..."

"Really?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Shup up and let me speak."

I closed my mouth and smiled.

"I want Anthy to come with me to the next GP"

I felt a shiver.

"Really?"

"Yes. I think she is old enough. We can give her some ear protection and all of that."

"Are you sure of it?" Even when he wasn't scared of showing our daughter to his fans and posting bunches of photo dumps with her, he hadn't wanted to take her to the paddock. The media was there, there were a lot of people and she would be exposed for real. She wouldn't have dad's filter of what is posted and what is not.

"I am. I have thought about it for a while. I want her to know my world. What do you think?"

I looked at Antoinette, peacefully sleeping with her hand on my chest. I knew that she would be okay, that Pierre wouldn't let anything happen to her. But letting my little girl go to another country, to a F1 Grand Prix, where there were thousands of people made me anxious.

"J-just... Promise me she won't spend a second alone. O-or that she will always have someone she knows around. You know how she is with new people and..."

"Wow, hey stop. You are coming too. If you want to, of course."

"What?" I gasped.

"Yeah. How could I take Antoinette but not you? My two favourite girls. I want you there. It has been ages sin you came with me"

I bit my lip. His favourite girls. Pierre always cherished me. He adored me. He could build an altar if you let me, but only because I was the mother of his daughter.

"What do you say? I want you both there. You don't have to be in public. You can stay whenever you want. You know how it works."

I nodded slowly.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we will go with you"

That's how we ended in Belgium, as rainy and cold as always. Anthy wanted the sun, so she was a bit grumpy that morning. She had thrown a tantrum because her papa wasn't there when she woke up. She didn't shed a single tear, but decided that it was a good idea to demolish the sofa. Luckily, she was to small to cause some actual damage.

I was carrying her on my hip as Pyry kept the huge Alpha Tauri umbrella over us. The kid wanted to say hi to uncle Pyry, but she was faking her best anger face. I could see Pyry making silly faces on the corner of my eye, and soon Anthy was laughing and covering her mouth.

"You have to behave or your dad won't let you see the car. A bird told me"

Anthy looked at me and furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's true, only good girls get to see the cars" I told her.

"I'm good"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"And what about this morning?"

She gave me her best puppy eyes.

"No tell Papa"

"Don't tell Papa. That's how you say it. I won't if you promise to behave during the weekend"

"I promise."

When we arrived at the garage, everyone was fussing around Antoinette. Baby Gasly was the cutest thing in the world and everyone agreed with that. She was grabbing your hand and smiling. She loved the attention. And suddenly...

"Papa!!!" She let your hand go and ran to Pierre.

It got Pierre a bit by surprise. He was talking to an engineer and turned around with a huge smile, catching his girl in his arms and hugging her.

"Mon cherie!" He kissed her cheeks multiple times. "Oh look at you!"

She was wearing one of her Dad's merch t-shirts and looked the cutest. It warmed my heart to see how Pierre looked at our daughter. It was so perfect.

"You look so beautiful, little lady"

Anthy smiled and blushed, suddenly shy. She hid on Pierre's neck and he laughed. Pierre told something to the engineer and walked towards Pyry and me.

"Good morning, YN"

""Afternoon, actually" We both laughed and he leaned to kiss my cheek, leaving me speechless and shaking.

"I got everything set for the two of you. You will have access to my motorhome and driver's room. And Pyry can help you with whatever you need. There is food back there. The toilets are right over there and..."

"Papa! The car!" Anthy cut Pierre's rambling and the three of us laughed.

"She wants to see the car." I told him.

"And you were talking too much" Pyry patted Pierre's shoulder. "I'll be back there setting everything"

Pyry left us and Pierre looked at me and smiled. A smile I could not read. His blue eyes looked different today.

"Okay, okay. I'm nervous" He confessed. I didn't want to get too close because there were cameras and media people everywhere. But I discreetly touched his hand.

"We will be okay"

"Papa!" Anthy grabbed his face and made him turn his face. "The car!"

"Okay, okay, let's go and see the car."

I smiled when Anthy squeaked happily. She was a ray of sunshine.

This weekend was hard for Pierre. This place brought so many things to the surface and to see him so smiley with our daughter made me happy.

Pierre helped Anthy to get into the car and she grabbed the wheel instantly. "She is a natural. Are you gonna race like Papa when you are a bit older?" He asked touching her head.

I got my camera out and took as many pictures as I could. It was her first Grand Prix and I was sure Pierre would want to remember it and show her when she grew up.

"Yes! Race"

"Anty?!"

"Yuki!" Anthy loved Yuki. She was so smitten with the guy. It was incredible. He was super shy around her at first, it took him so long to even pick her up, but then... They were besties.

"Hello!"

Yuki leaned on the car too.

"Tell Yuki what are you gonna do when you are older"

"Race! Like Papa and Yuki and Charles."

Everyone in the garage laughed.

"Do we have a Tifosi here?" Someone asked.

"Leclerc has a charm" Pierre said.

"Papa goes fast, but Charles goes fast fast"

Everyone was laughing in the garage.

"We need you guys to fix the cars, we want to go fast fast" Yuki said.

"Yes! Work!!"

Anthy was having so much fun she didn't even cry when Pierre had to leave a couple of times. After lunch, she was playing with Pyry and a ball when Pierre touched my arm.

"I'm going to go and give some flowers to Antoine"

"Okay" I nodded understanding.

"Do you mind if Anthy comes with me?"

I took his hand, not minding the people around us. Pierre always said that the world took his friend from him but gave him his little princess to make his life easier.

"Of course, I don't mind"

"Thank you"

"It's okay"

He took my hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

Later in the afternoon, Pierre sat Anthy down on a couch and took his hands.

"Do you remember Antoine?"

She nodded. She was too young yet to understand why Antoine wasn't here or what happened with him, but Pierre always spoke about him.

"We are going to take some flowers to him."

"Flowers?"

"As a gift. Because he is in heaven."

She nodded and jumped down the sofa. Anthy took Pierre's hand.

"Let's go Papa. Maman!"

I looked at Pierre.

"Come with us" He whispered.

"You sure?"

He just nodded.

Walking down the track, I carried the umbrella and had Anthy's hand on mine. She had her own little umbrella. Pierre had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

When we arrived at the place, I gave Pierre the spare umbrella I had and kept Anthy on my side for a bit. He needed space. Watching him like this reminded me of the day when everything happened. It was probably one of the worst days of my life.

When Pierre let his head hang down, I leaned over Anthy's ear. "Yo and give Papa the biggest bear hug, okay?"

With her little umbrella and her water boots, she ran in Pierre's way and hugged him. They almost fall into the puddle next to them. I cleaned my tears when Pierre nuzzled on Anthy's hair.

I observed for a while. They talked in french. It was their thing. They were confident. Probably she was curious, asking questions about Antoine and the flowers.

Pierre took a couple of flowers from the bouquet and gave them to Anthy. Then got up. I walked to them to have the umbrella while he put the flowers in place. Anthy watched with attention what her dad did.

"Now, come here Anthy. Give those flowers to Antoine"

She nodded and took her dad's hand, letting her flowers right next to Pierre's.

"Bye-bye Antoine, See you next year" She said and made grabby hands at Pierre. He picked her in his arms, keeping her close under his coat.

I covered my mouth to not sob and Pierre pressed his forehead against Anthy's temple.

"Je t'aime tellement, Anthy" I hear him whisper.

"Je t'aime too, Papa"

I little laugh escaped my lips hearing the girl's broken French.

"You say Je t'aime aussi"

Anthy repeated it and Pierre kissed her cheek.

"You are so precious, do you know that? You are the best thing I have."

She smiled.

Pierre looked at me and lift his arm, taking me by surprise and hugging me hard. I hugged his waist, keeping the umbrella over us and leaning to kiss his cheek.

"Hey, I love you so much, okay? Both of you."

I knew why he was saying it and I felt a shiver. I couldn't lose him.

"We love you too, right Antoinette?"

"So so much, Papa. And Maman too"

"Yeah, and Maman too."

I blushed. Probably Pierre didn't loved me in the same way, but having his daughter was one of the best things in my life and I was happy enough with it.

Before the race, Pierre called us. He had a bag in front of him.

"Do you want to see what I got for this race, Cherie?"

"Yes!"

She sat on my lap and watched how Pierre took the helmet out of its bag. I gasped. It was so beautiful.

"Who is that, baby?" Pierre pointed one of the pics and Anthy clasped.

"Anthy!"

"Look at you baby! On Papa's helmet!"

"And Maman too!" Anthy pointed another picture and I felt my heart beating faster. It was a picture of Pierre and me, probably one of the first with the bump. His hand was splayed over it and were both smiling.

"And Maman too." Pierre looked at me with a soft smile and if it wasn't for all the people around us, I would have kissed him.

"It's pretty" It was her favourite color too. "Do you like it Maman!?"

"A lot baby" I said touching her hair.

Pierre took my hand and kissed my knucles.

"I can have you with me during the race, on my helmet."

"Race!"

"Antoinette, give Papa a big bug hug and a good luck kiss" I said trying to swallow my tears.

Anthy jumped from my lap and hugged Pierre, who lifted he on his arms as gave her a thousand kisses.

"Good luck, Papa. Race fast." She grabbed his cheeks and looked into his eyes. "Fast, fast"

Anthy kissed Pierre's nose and I melted. Tears picked in my eyes. It was always scary to watch him race, now that we were here it was even worse.

"Super fast."

Anthy laughed and hugged his neck. "I love you so so much, Anthy. You know it right?"

She nodded.

"I'm so happy that you and Maman are here"

Pierre looked at me for a second and I tried to compose myself.

Anthy hugged him again and then Pierre looked at Pyry, who nodded.

"Anthy. Let's go and see if they built the car well"

She was so happy to go with uncle Pyry, leaving Pierre and I alone. I was confused.

Pierre reached for me and made me stand. His hands cupped my checks and I closed my eyes.

"Don't cry, Cherie"

I tried not to sob. He hugged me then, embracing me with his strong arms.

"Be careful, Pierre. Don't leave us alone, okay?"

Hu hugged me tighter.

"I won't. I will come back. I promise." He whispered.

I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"We will be here waiting for you."

"If anything happens... Don't let her see it"

"Pierre..."

"No. I will come back. I promise I will do my best. But if anything... Y-you know how I feel about this. Just promise me she won't see it"

Tears were falling down my face. It was different here. We weren't in our sofa. We were in the garage.

"I promise."

"I will be back"

"Good luck, Pierre. Drive safe, okay?"

"Of course"

He kissed my cheek and hugged me again. Then he cleaned my cheeks.

Together we left the room. Anthy was inspecting the car with Pyry. She gave Pierre a last kiss and hug before he put the helmet on, and I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"I love you, girls"

"We too" Anthy said happily.

The race was rainy. I spent the whole time tapping my foot on the floor. The anxiety was growing on my chest. Pierre was doing good, but other drivers had problems with the water. Anthy was watching the race, laughing and cheering for her dad when an Alpha Tauri appeared on the screen. Sometimes it was Yuki, but she was happy.

When Pierre crossed the finish line, all the wait in my shoulders fell. Pyry looked at me and smiled. "He keeps his promises."

I nodded.

"Baby, let's get your coat. You can go with uncle Pyry to look for him"

Pyry gave me a sad look that I didn't understood. I wanted to go, but I was just his daughter's mother and the press had already seen too much about us. I knew there were rumors, people talking about us and I didn't want more.

I waited on his driver's room for a long hour, checking my phone and reading how Antoinette Gasly was the centre of attention of the whole paddock. She had done press with her dad, telling them he was the best but uncle Charles drove fast fast and won. She had taken pictures with other drivers who were so in love with the little girl. And Pierre was the happiest, forgetting about the sour feeling this circuit gave him.

And when they came back, she was way too excited, like if she had a sugar overthose. Pierre was carrying her on his arms, the little girl hanging like a koala on his side.

"Hey..." Pierre said in a sweet tone. "You could have come too"

"Nah, it's okay." I said looking at him with a smile. "Did you had fun, little thing??"

"Yes!"

"She met Charles, Seb, Lando, Danny... She saw a lot of her friends today, right Anthy?" Pierre asked her.

"Charles won!"

"And which place did Papa finished?"

"Sefen"

I laughed

"Seven. Papa finished seven. Because you gave him the biggest good luck hug."

"My lucky charm, eh?"

Pierre looked at me with a smile. He was so beautiful, so precious. He was the perfect man, the best one to be my kid's father. I couldn't have asked for better. It was perfect.

"She is"

"You want to come to more races?" Pierre said tickling her belly.

"Yes!"

Pierre looked at me then.

"And you?"

My smiled faded.

"Me?"

"I can't only have Anthy here with me. We had a lot of fun this weekend, right? The three of us" He whispered the last part and walked closer to me.

I nodded a bit.

"I loved having you here"

"I-I will come, then"

"Thank you"

He hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"I will go and change and then we can go to the hotel and have dinner with Charles and Yuki. Okay?"

Anthy nodded excited.

While Pierre showered and got fresh clothes, Anthy sat next to me playing with her little Alpha Tauri. It made me think. How would it be if we were a family? A closed family? Pierre and I together. A house. Maybe a pet or two. Baby siblings for Anthy in the future...

"Maman"

"Yes, sweety"

"You love Papa?"

I frowned. What had gotten into her?

"Yes baby, a lot" I whispered putting some of her hair behind her ear.

"Papa too"

"What?"

"Papa too. He told me"

Pierre loved me? Was that what she meant?

The door opened and Anthy looked up surprised. She had her I have done something wrong face, so I supposed it was a secret. It made my heart beat fast.

Pierre was closing his shirt. He looked way too good.

"Are you ready to leave?"

We had dinner with Charles, Yuki and their trainers. Charlotte was there too. The couple couldn't stop playing with Anthy, who was growing more and more sleepier. Soon she started to yawn and looked at Pierre.

"You want too come here?"

She fell asleep on his chest. I took a photo for him, so he could add it to his photo dump. But without tell him, I put it also on my background.

When we were walking back to the room, we stayed in silence.

I opened the door and he got inside, carefully laying Anthy on the bed. Together we changed her into her pyjamas, putting care on not waking her up.

When I was covering her with the sheets, I felt a hand on my hair.

"Can we talk?" He said in the softest voice.

I looked up at him. He had a tiny smile but I was nervous anyway.

"Yes"

He took my hand hand carried me to the balcony. He leaned over the railing and grabbed both of my hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm okay. It hasn't been that bad. Not with both of you here."

I smiled a bit but gasped when he pulled me closer. I was standing between his legs now.

"P-Pierre"

"I want you to let me speak first, okay?"

I nodded.

"I have been thinking the whole weekend. I have seen other drivers and their families. They... They all look so so happy. And..."

"Aren't you happy?"

He laughed a bit and touched my cheek, cupping it softly. By instinct, I moved my cheek face closer and grabbed his waist. His touched felt like heaven.

"I know I could be happier."

Bitting my lip, I looked into his blue eyes.

"H-how?"

"With you by my side"

I felt all my strength leaving my body. Did he want me? Like I wanted him?

"If you don't feel the same, I will understand. But I need to tell you this because it has been going on for too long. After having you here all weekend I couldn't stop thinking about how things would be if we were more than friends and co-parents. I would love to give us a try. To go on dates and all of that. Not only as parents. I want Anthy to spend the night with my parents because I have taken you out on a date. I want to go back home to you and her, not no an empty apartment in Milan or your guest room."

Tears were already falling down my cheeks. Since the first time Pierre talked to the baby in my belly, I knew every other person in the world was ruined for me. He was the perfect guy for me, he was the love of my life. Anthy was right. He loved me.

"Yes"

He laughed happily.

"Yes what, Cherie? I didn't ask anything" He cupped my face with both hands.

"I want all of that with you. I love our life right now, I love what we have built around Antoinette, but I want more too. I need more. I can't let you go knowing you are only my kid's dad."

"You know that I have always been more than that, Cherie" He whispered on my lips.

I closed my eyes and kissed him. I have wanted to do it for so long. I have wanted to taste his mouth and feel his lips over mine. Huggin into him as if my life depend on it, I kissed him deeply. Finally.

"I have been waiting for so long" He whispered. "I have been in love with you since I knew you will give me a kid. You are so perfect, so strong, so beautiful"

"I love you so much, Pierre"

He pressed his forehead against mine and hugged me.

Our little moment was interrupted by loud Maman being shouted from inside.

"That little thing..." He said laughing.

"Let's go back to her." I whispered.

He leaned and gave me one last kiss.

"Let's go out and have dinner. Tomorrow or the following day. Let me take you out"

"Okay"

"I love you" He said.

"I love you too."

We kissed again and he grabbed my hand.

"Maman! Sleep"

"Yeah, yeah."

We both changed and laid with the impacient girl.

"Sleep, Papa. Good night"

"Good night baby"

"Maman. Good night"

She pulled my hand until it was over her and I was laying closer. Her little body radiated heat and it was the best feeling in the world.

"Sleep tight"

Pierre turned to his side.

"You made this whole weekend better. Thank you for coming, Cherie"

I looked at him and Pierre ran his fingers through my scalp. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Thank you for bringing me"

"You can come to all of them if you want."

I laughed a bit.

"Papa, shh"

Opening my eyes, I saw Anthy with her hand on his face. Her little body was turned to the side, her back on my chest and her hands on Pierre.

"Okay okay. Sorry. Good night, little thing"

I looked at him and smiled. I kissed her hair and grabbed Pierre's hand. I had everything I wanted now.

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todo es un acto - PG10 (Pierre Gasly) x Reader

Idk I had a weird bout of energy while in hospital and wrote this, if it’s shit I’m sorry blame the pain killers? Nevertheless I hope you enjoy this weird little story and if the Spanish or French is written wrong dm me what to fix and help me lol cause google translate isn’t a friend, I learnt that from year 7 Indonesian project… that I failed! Anywho have a bloody lovely day y’all and thanks for taking time to read my silly little imagines, I love you all 💙.

Warnings: mentions of weight, beauty standards & abusive exs.

Anything written like “this” will be spoken in Spanish.

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Pierre Gasly had gained himself a reputation and not a good one, the fans were turning on him, his life was in shambles and he was titled a player and not the good kind. A new girl every location, showing up hungover, risking being dropped from Alpha Tauri all because he had given up on love, his dreams and life, the stress from the world’s eyes had broken the now 26 year old. That’s when y/n got a call from her manager she was a back up dancer for international pop stars CNCO, her life was going well until rumours of her relationship with her assigned dance partner member Christopher broke. The fangirls turned on her and abandoned the couple they once shipped and it wasn’t even true, they had great chemistry… sparks even but they were best friends they put on a facade a show for the audience and they bought into it a too hard.

That’s how y/n found herself here in a Alpha Tauri office, F1 driver Pierre Gasly sat across from her and her manager, at least 5 members of his team, who she knew as his team principle cause that’s how he introduced himself and some shareholders in their business all having a meeting. “You two will stage a relationship” the girl’s manager Mary said, she’d grown up with Mary she was her other best friend she was older than her by 3 years and got the job after a few years in university. “Fuck off” the driver mutters “nah you’re kidding right” she looked at her friend fear clear in her eyes she was 21 freshly and had too heard about what he put girls through, at this point the whole world had. “He’s 5 years older than me, how is that even believable?” y/n stood up but Mary pulled her down hand in hand “it’ll save all 3 careers, You, Chris and His” she points to the Frenchman who’d now gone defensive as his team manger man speaks up “Pierre as you’re aware you are one mistake away from being dropped completely from his sport, don’t ruin what we’ve put money and hard work into for you. Y/n here will be your girlfriend, we’ve made up a story and everything. You two met last year at that Spanish Grand Prix, you’ll reunite making it officially public… cnco will perform at the Spanish Grand Prix this year, obviously you’ll dance there. We need physical affection galore, sell it or your careers are finished.” He stands up dismissing himself as I stare at the man.… Pierre, Pierre Gasly. How did this even happen?

Y/n’s p.o.v

A woman wearing a Alpha Tauri blazer speaks next “Y/n and you have a date planned for tonight at 7pm, Pierre pick her up and take her home after. There will be at least 10 paparazzi there” she smiles a sad smile at me “we have your dress picked up, Carmen will come do your makeup and hair” Mary pats my back Chris’ artist had really been flown all the way out here for this, what I thought was a getaway in Milan was fairly changing. I stand up walking away quickly calling Chris as soon as I could “they’re making me fake fate some fallen off sports star all because of our rumours” I breathlessly splurt out “aye aye, amor… breathe they’re what?” He tries to calm me down “they’re making me date a F1 driver whose gonna lose his job cause he’s a fuckboy” I scoff “hey, it’s gonna be okay amado” I start to tear up “he’s 26, he has serious issues and woman aren’t known as valuable to him. Chris this is a death sentence” I take a seat on a chair outside “look I know it’s hard, but it’ll save your career… apparently so his too. Look I’ll be here every step of the way if he tries anything I’m ending him” I chuckle Chris was my everything Mary was all I had left in my childhood. Disowned by my father after my mother died… I thought my life had been shit enough without being sold to a boy but apparently not. “I’m coming to pick you up, we arrived in Milan last night. We have a meeting with some car racing company… which makes sense now” he sighs “Chris, he’s walking over to me, I have to go… I love you” I hung up before he can speak.

“Hello, y/n was it?” He sits next to me I simply nod and he break character “look I know this isn’t ideal. You’re not my type anyways, but I really don’t want to be known as the guy I am I wasn’t always like this. Believe it or not I thought I’d found my forever clearly not…” he pauses while bitterly laughing to himself he’d obviously been through some shit “I just, I guess I’m asking although we don’t know each other… can you please help, just don’t fall for me mon amour” he smirks what the fuck this guy was seriously tryna play like a player after all I know well then “maybe, look it’s not ideal but if it saves Chris’ career then I’ll do it” I don’t bat an eyelash leaving him out that’s when I notice a few fans taking tours I snuggle into his side quickly putting his arm around me “don’t ask just play with with it” I whisper into his ear as he smiles “babe I have to go soon I have meetings” he speaks at a inside level volume as two young girls approach us “omg Pierre, hello!!” They smile widely slightly side eyeing me “ah hello, what are your names?” He stands up detaching us to give the girls attention I stand up too slightly to the side I watch as they try to take selfies “did you want me to take photos for you both?” I ask as the blonde girl turns to me “could you PLEASE?” I chuckle lightly “of course” I grab the phone and start taking photos getting good angles of everyone as the girls thank me “you’re literally the sweetest thank you!” The brown haired girl smiles “no worries at all, gotta get the good pics for Instagram babes!!” I smile and they laugh overall pretty good so far “so Pierre is this a new play thing?” The blonde snaps I freeze as I feel a hand over my waist then a head on my shoulder “no, this is my girlfriend, those days are gone” he smiles it looked genuine, it’s silent for a while “I’m so proud of you for changing for the better, it would’ve been so upsetting if I had to stop supporting you” she sighs I step in for a second “hey trust me, if he acted like a dick to me he’d be beat” I laugh and she does too “trust me malice commenters on the internet have no idea how good he is, everyone makes mistakes but he’s improving himself everyday!” I smile at the Frenchman fondly “can we all take a selfie?” The brown haired girl asks shyly “of course lovely” I smile pulling Pierre in and posing “thank you so much, we will leave you alone now!” They both smile hugging us both and walking the opposite directly “wow y/n you handled that well!” He budges my shoulder “happens to Chris all the time I’m used to it, Pierre I’ll cut to the chase. I’ll do whatever I have to for my friend I’m doing this for him, his career that he’s worked hard for, I could care less about you” with that I kiss his cheek to put on a show turn around walking to the office I knew Mary was still sat at. “I told you, for Chris I’ll do anything” with that I nod to Mary signalling to leave “it’s been lovely to meet you Fabiana I have a feeling I’ll see you soon” they smile sharing a friendly handshake before we leave “you’re committed to this already huh, just don’t fall in love with him” she snarks “trust me, he’s too much of a prick for me to wanna be with him” I laugh “now remember you attend a few dates, then in 3 weeks we fly to Spain for the Spanish Grand Prix. You’ll be offical, remember…” I cut her rant off “ appearance is everything” I roll my eyes the same line she’s told me for years. As I’m about to hit freedom I feel some hands around my waist I turn around shocked but I am met with Chris “eyyy, Christopher” I scream hugging him it had been a month or so since we’d had a rehearsal so I hadn’t seen him, “aye mami, save the screaming for later” he quirks his eyebrow as I smack his shoulder “let’s go get you ready for a hot date” he smirks “I hate you” I mutter as he walks us to a car he rented “Carmen is in the hotel lobby you are staying at the same place, let’s go” Mary demands and Chris opens the door for me laughing I get in.

Pierre’s p.o.v

Pierre stood at the door watching it unfold how friendly and touchy they were Chris, that’s who he was a tattooed up 2012 Justin Bieber knock off who spoke Spanish. He was gonna stalk socials before the date “careful staring is bad for your eyes” Pyry sneaks behind Pierre “she’s not meant to be my type” I whisper allowing myself to be vulnerable as I trusted him “Pierre buddy, your type is superficial, obedient from what I’ve heard she’s grown up around Latin women. She’s gonna fight you with her first energy, she’s not a precious model” he pats my back laughing “she’s a bit fat” I whisper “she’s healthy mate, say that shit again you’ll not have anyone left in your corner” with that he walks away I never used to be like that, what happened to the old me?

Y/n’s p.o.v

Chris takes us back to the hotel and I let him, Carmen, Richard, Erick & Mary into my room “where is Zabbie?” I ask “he went to visit his mama” I nod as Erick replies “so what? You’re just expected to fake date this random guy?” Richard asks me “yeah to save and I quote his career and break the reputation he has as well a woman using asshole, to save Chris and I too as well” I scoff “chica you didn’t tell me that… I’d rather lose everything then have you suffer through this man” Chris bursts out “no, it’s okay. We promised our dreams would come true, I now must work to keep what I promised” I smile to him sadly yes I loved him, but we had too strong of a bond to ever risk losing each other that we agreed upon in the beginning “well it’s 5 pm now let’s get you ready” Carmen ushers me to the bathroom “Dress and shoes is in there, I’ll do your hair and makeup after “You have time for a shower” she smiles and I lock the door getting ready for the longest night of my life after my shower I stare at the navy blue lace show string strapped dress in front of my a metallic silver 3 inch heels “not bad” I say as I put it on zipping it up at the back with great struggle, I walk out “what do we think?” I ask the group currently sprawled across my bed and floor “aye mami” Chris almost moans turning me red “estas caliente!” Erick says straight up making everyone laugh “thank you, thank you” I smile Richard looks like a hungry lion looking at me “now are we sure she can’t fake date me?” He winks and I remember now why I never hang out with these idiots unless I must “stop it y’all” I gush. Carmen works her magic with my hair curling it and gives me fancy makeup like proper red lip, slightly Smokey eye but with dark blues and culver accessories “I feel like a new person” I say to no one in particular “you look gorgeous” she smiles “all thanks to you” I hug her briefly.

“Time check?” I yell to the boys over pretend playing in the background “6:50 pm” I nod would he even show up? “Come dance” Chris takes my hand and we salsa around to the addictive beat playing loudly through a speaker I didn’t take notice of the boys filming us in our own little world spinning hand in hand laughing slightly, like we did when I was new to the group. Interrupted by the knocks on the door “here we go” I mumble “you got this y/n” Chris mumbles I fix my hair straightening up opening the door with a smile “hi” I say no louder than a whisper “hey” he smiles “you look…étonnante” he says in French giving me chills “ah amazing” he corrects himself I smile “you don’t look to bad yourself Gasly” I smile I open the door to grab my purse “he’s staring at your ass” Erick says a little too loudly “for real for real” Richard adds “ah Pierre come meet my friends” ushering him in with my hand “meet Richard, Erick and Christopher!” I smile pointing to each boy he shakes their hand “this is Mary, you’ve met her and this is Carmen” I watch him hug them both “well we should be off, lovely to meet you all. I am sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of you!” He smiles titling his head slightly was he being overly fake? “Don’t wait up” I smile waving to them all offering Chris a reassuring smile as Pierre takes my hand to escort me out “I drove here by the way, so I could drop you off” he looks down I couldn’t tell if this was an act or how he was it was confusing “that’s very sweet, I appreciate it Pierre” I offer him a smile lifting his head with my hand “you’re quite the gentleman” I smirk placing a hand on his forearm “I’m really trying” he sighs “keep this up we might actually pull off being a couple” I giggle as we reach the car he opens the door for me to get in closing it jumping on his side it’s awkward at first but it’s like a 5 minute drive music lowly playing Pierre humming a little nervously.

When we arrive we get seated outside on the balcony of the 4th floor of the restaurant I take in my surroundings it was so surreal, “this is so nice” I gasp this wasn’t what I was expecting we sit down being handed champagne and menus looking through I already knew I was having pasta… when in Italy right? “So tell me about yourself” Pierre breaks the silence I’m not gonna lie his voice was addictive “well that depends how much you wanna know, I’m 21… I am a professional dancer, I have no family so cnco are pretty much my bros. I dabble in song worrying and production, I really love travel and my biggest fear in losing my loved ones.” I laugh “you gotta be specific or else I’ll just say anything I think of” I shrug he looks intently into my eyes unbeknown to me mentally noting to ask when more comfortable about the past “what about you Gasly?” I smile and he replies with more than I expected “uh well, I’m 26, I drive fast cars for a living, I used to drive for red bull but go demonted after poor performance so I’m with Alpha Tauri have been for a while. I want to be world champion one day, I love fashion and I was born in Rouen in France” he lights up the awkward tension floating away “fashion, I can tell you dress incredibly well” I smile I found myself doing a lot of that he didn’t seem that bad so far he takes a sip of his drink “may I take your order?” A man asks standing at the end of our table Pierre orders first then I do “I’ll get the _________ please, sir” I smile and he nods “of course anything for a gorgeous lady like you” he comments and I shift uncomfortably, the sir wasn’t an advance it was a formality Pierre notices and grabs my hand across the table “also I think girlfriend and I will get some more champagne please sir” he bites and I giggle lightly “yes of course, right away” he scrambled away “you okay mon Ange?” He asks soft tonnes almost worried “yeah yeah, just… uncomfortable for a second, thank you for that by the way” I can’t lift my gaze as it’s stuck firmly on our interlocked hands “I have to protect my girlfriend, wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I didn’t” he laughs right yes the act… it’s all just an act.

Pierre’s p.o.v

Once again I found myself growing fond of this girl, she was so far left of what I aimed for in the past that it was almost right. I saw she was uncomfortable and acted before I thought, I wanted to protect her, I couldn’t become this attached to a stranger but something was pulling me to her something aside from a contract. Our food comes out and after eating we talk some more I notice she’s really cold so I stand up as her eyes follow me to beside her taking off my blazer revealing my white button up shirt placing it around her I notice slightly that there are paparazzi outside cameras pointed at us so hopefully they get good shots of me haha. “Thank you Pierre” she smiles at me while my heart rate picks up, I thought she’d be so closed off, cold but she embraced this whole act… right it was only an act.

We have dessert with very little begging required from y/n for me to cave Pyry wasn’t gonna be happy with me, I didn’t care she looked to happy right now for me to care, gorgeous and happy there was something rather wholesomely endearing about her. Sexy and cute maybe this whole fake dating wouldn’t be too bad, but how long could I let this just be an act. It was already driving me mad she just wasn’t typically what I wanted or what any other driver had. I learnt that she was passionate about her loved ones and would do anything for them, she learnt about my struggles in F1 this far we opened up that was usually a good first step. “What are you comfortable with, when we have to public ally display ourselves?” I ask her genuinely as not to overstep we were still strangers “hand holding, being clingy, playful pecks on the cheek ect” I was slightly flustered when she mentioned kisses “might I have a good luck peck prior to my races” I chuckle and she slyly nods “does that also mean when you have to attend more races, you’ll walk into the paddock by my side?” She hesitates “I’m not sure” I pause before figuring I might as well be honest “it would mean a lot to me, right now I’ve turned everyone even my own parents against me… I walk in alone and it breaks me” I feel myself tearing up I wasn’t about to cry, I was never that vulnerable or weak she stands up coming over to me throwing her legs over mine sitting facing me in what should’ve been a sexual position but she turned it tender, comforting. She places her hands on my face as she looks at me wiping under my eyes “for now I’ll be in your corner Pierre, you have me, I’ll allow that much but please don’t break me” she smiles sadly before connecting her lips briefly with mine I was taken aback but I kissed back for a short time she tried to stand but but I pull her head against my shoulder bringing her closer to me, I look down to her exposed thigh thinking about how she was so vastly different, she wasn’t a perfect stick, she had captivating curves, thicker thighs, an ass and some perky boobs. I couldn’t deny he loved looking at her “you’re incredible” I mumble “I know” she smirks “let’s be the best couple ever” she smiles playing with my hair I freeze she didn’t say fake, why didn’t she say fake? He is broken in his thought “thank you for not saying I was too heavy” she looks down to the ground behind her “what? Why would I say that?” I was confused did she hear what I said, did someone tell her what I said to Pyry? “My ex used to say it all the time, I couldn’t sit on him or cuddle or play fight or anything he said I was too fat, too heavy, weighed too much to be shown off like that” I hate myself in that moment I was so superficial she may not know I said it but oh gosh did I feel guilty, she was younger than me and I really tried to profile her something so variable as looks. “He didn’t deserve you angel” the words flowed so easily as of it was more than a sentence but a declaration, “well aren’t you a charmer mr. Gasly” she smiles her head going to the nape of my neck “let’s hope they haven’t caught us” she giggles hearing camera clicks galore “alright let’s get you home or else I’m going to take this too far” I admit no higher than a whisper I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I felt more than I should in that moment she stops lifts her head and smacks my arm playfully “cheeky” and gets off me I slightly miss the close contact it’s like I’ve been spelled. That couldn’t of been an act, no way.

Y/n’s p.o.v

He paid for us, thankfully I probably couldn’t afford a breath of air here let alone what we ate but he seemed more genuine less guarded “let’s get you home shall we” he smiles I still had his blazer on arms safely through the arm holes it smelt expensive much like he did. Comforting, attractive and very nice honestly if he kept this up I may very well fall in love, he was charming, cheeky and safe… he felt safe how could this be the man I read all those rumours about? On the drive home he rested a hand on the wheel and one on my thigh it felt weirdly cliche but also perfect, “I think most people have brought it” I smile to him telling him indirectly he could drop the act but his hand stayed “the internet will believe anything, we have to play the part well enough to convince everyone around us” he says I could tell impressing the paddock, ultimately getting his friends back, that was most important “if they don’t believe us, I’ll just make out with you in front of them” I laugh “promise” he smirks pull up at my hotel “I almost don’t wanna say goodbye” I sigh realising what I said smacking my hand I’ve my mouth “you’re not the only one” he turns to face me giving my thigh a little squeeze “I’d like to take you out again soon” the contact was intense feeling myself losing touch to reality “I’d like that you did” he lets go getting out of the car to escort me to my room. “Why don’t you come to Grand Prix this weekend? It’ll be as a spectator but maybe you’ll get a feel for what goes on to… Yaknow ah prepare for Spain?” He scratches the back of his head “I’d love to, I wanna see you in your element” hugging him before I even thought about it “what’re you doing to me y/n” he scoffs “oh I’m sorry” I back away looking hurt “no no no, I mean… I like you being near, probably too much” I was taken aback “for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a bad guy Pierre I just think you got lost in all the fame, pressure and what not” I pat his shoulder but he bends down hugging me “you’re the first person to say that mon chéri” my heart flutters pet names “I told you, I’m in your corner mi querida” I caress his cheek as he connects our foreheads “this feels right” he mutters almost too quiet to hear “if I don’t say goodnight now I won’t leave” he chuckles standing up and walking away “aye Gasly” I call to him as he stops in place I run up to him connecting our lips “it does feel right” I smile turning around back to my room shocked at what I did but more shocked when I open my room to Christopher, Richard, Erick and Mary all watching a horror movie so I sneak up behind them phone filming in hand sneaking up to them “BOO!” I scream and they lose it I laugh so hard I could’ve peed myself. “Hello crazies, it is I the best friend y’all got back and alive from my date” I announce and they bombard me with questions which I ignore “mes tired, mes going to shower and to beds, good night my sexy people” I throw a peace sign up and strut to my bathroom.

This wasn’t just an act anymore and that was terrifying.

[hockeyboysimagines]

Bitter

Chapter 7

Warnings:TW- medical conditions, mentions of death. Language, implications of sex but no actual sex this chapter(Minors DNI).

This one’s kind of sad, be warned. But I hope you enjoy it. Three more chapters till the end! Then I’ll be making it back to Pierre, Tyler, and something new😏😏😏

“What’s wrong?” Mat asked Leighton with a frown.

She was standing, completely still in the doorway of their bedroom, an expression on her face he’d never seen before. And then a single tear slid down her cheek.

“Leighton-“

“I don’t think…” she said voice quavering slightly “I don’t think I can keep calling you my fiancé.”

His heart sank. She had finally had enough and she was leaving him. He’d seen it coming for months, and he couldn’t say he was surprised but his heart started to sink.

“Because.” she continued a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks, a smile spreading across her face “I’m going to need to start calling you my baby daddy.” She let out a choked laugh and held up a pregnancy test.

Several emotions ranging from sadness, to confusion to elation spread across his face in a fraction of a second and he stood suddenly.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked softly, eyes wide.

“Im having your baby Mat Barzal!” She squealed as he took two giant steps forward and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Are you serious?!”

She held the test up to his eye level as another set of tears rolled down her cheeks “Are you happy?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m so happy. I love you.” He leaned forward to kiss her and then pulled away setting her down.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled hands on her shoulders. She laughed and looked down at the test, practically glowing as her eyes moved over the two pink lines.

“It’s so early, way too early to tell anyone, I haven’t even seen a doctor yet and -“

“Make an appointment. No matter what I’ll be there.”

He pulled her in for another hug, a warm fuzzy feeling settling inside him as she rested her head on his chest, eyes closed.

This is what dreams were made of.

Her dreams.

************

Beau rolled off Ginny and let out a long breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, turning to look at her. She was sweaty and red faced next to him but the early morning light that was coming through the window was hitting her just right, and he was almost positive he could go again at this exact moment.

She rolled over the face him, a lock of her long red hair falling forward over her shoulder.

“Well good morning.” He said with a chuckle, brushing the hair over her shoulder and leaning forward to kiss her.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” She said when they broke apart.

“I wish you didn’t have to go. That would leave so much time for other things…” he trailed off, hands roaming under the sheet and in between her legs. She gasped and held in the breath.

He grinned and then pulled them out.

“Later I’ll make good on that. But your going to be late right now.”

“Ughhhh. Maybe I could call out sick.”

“You never call out sick, that would be too suspicious.”

“I hate it when your right.”

He chuckled and rolled so he was on top of her, lips pressing sweetly against hers “Come over tonight, we can do dinner or something.”

She smiled “Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”

He watched as she got dressed and slipped her shoes on before giving him a kiss and leaving. He stood at the window, watched her get into her car and drive away before he threw himself back on his bed.

He was falling hard and fast and when he hit the bottom it was going to hurt. He knew this couldn’t go on forever. He couldn’t sneak around with her for the rest of his life and it would have to either come to light eventually or end. He knew Ginny would never tell anyone and he wouldn’t go behind her back and do it so that really only left one logical option.

Eventually this would all have to stop.

He never wanted it to stop. He was having a better time with her than he’d had with anyone and it wasn’t just the sex. She was funny, smart and the kind of girl he’d only ever dreamed of. She challenged him, and she made him laugh and feel good. He got excited when she came over and loved waking up next to her. He had set himself up to fail from the start and now that he realized what was coming he felt terrible.

He sighed and rolled over, breathing in the perfume that lingered on his sheets.

This was going to hurt worse than anything he’d ever been through before.

For both of them.

***********

“Today at 3?” Leighton said confirming the appointment with the nurse “Yes sounds great I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and pulled up her messages to text Mat when she heard a voice at her door.

“What’s today at 3?”

Ginny was standing in the doorway looking at her curiously, and Leighton panicked. She wanted to tell her so bad but she wanted it to be special.

“Oh uh I have a dentist appointment that I thought was tomorrow and I had the wrong date apparently so I was calling to check.” Leighton was almost surprised at how easily the lie came out of her mouth. She’d never lied to Ginny about anything, but this was different. She wanted to tell her so bad, but she just couldn’t yet.

“Oh. Okay.”

“I texted you this morning asking if you wanted coffee and a ride.” She said, changing the subject. Ginny had gotten her message but she’d forgotten to answer when Beau started kissing her and then she figured it was too late anyways by the time he stopped.

“Oh yeah I forgot to answer my alarm never went off and I was almost late. I figured you were already here by then. Sorry.”

“Oh. Are you okay?” Leighton was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She was definitely acting strange, but Ginny was also acting strange, and there was an uneasy feeling in the air between them. A feeling that had never been there before.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. Just checking….” Ginny trailed off and then cleared her throat “Okay well. I’m gonna get to work. I’ll come visit later on.”

“Okay.” Leighton smiled “See you.”

“See you.” Ginny held her smile until she was several feet away and let it fall and a long breath out.

“God I totally suck.” She mumbled to herself as she entered her office, dropping her bag with a noise of disgust as she pulled her jacket off.

Lying to Leighton got worse for her every damn day. The already giant elephant was growing bigger by the day and it was crushing her at this point, as the guilt clouded her every minute she was around her.

She sat at her desk and leaned her head in her hands.

She was the worst best friend ever.

But she had only a few moments to wallow, when there was a knock at her office door. She looked up in horror as Ethan stepped in to her office. She hadn’t seen him since she’d ditched him for Beau and she’d been successfully avoiding him for weeks.

“Oh, hey.” She said with a small smile.

“Hey. How are you?” He looked like a puppy standing there, cheery eyed and smiling. It made Ginny sick.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Good good. Been a while?” He phrased it like a question and Ginny nodded.

“Yeah it has been…”

“So listen.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and drug the toe of his shoe across the floor “I’ve been meaning to ask if you ever got that family emergency taken care of?”

Ginny frowned “What family-oh right.”

Shit.

She’d lied to so many people in the past few months she was beginning to forget who she’d lied to. She’d gotten too comfortable with leading a double life that she’d stopped being paranoid.

“Yeah everything is fine now.” She smiled and pursed her lips, hoping he’d accept it and leave but he didn’t.

“Great. That’s great. So how about we try again? I really wanna take you out since our date got interrupted last time.”

“Oh. Uhm-listen Ethan.” Ginny sighed and glanced at her hands “I have a lot going on these days, with the wedding and all and I just don’t really have time to date right now.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Maybe after the wedding? I’m willing to wait a little.” He smiled again and It stabbed Ginny right through the heart. He was smiling at her like she’d personally hung the moon and stars in the night sky and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with the poor guy. It wasn’t personal, and he really was a nice guy. The kind of guy she should like. But she didn’t, and even if Beau wasn’t around she knew he would never be enough.

“Uh-yeah maybe.”

“Okay great!” He said with a smile “ I’ll talk with you then. Good-luck with everything.”

“Yeah thanks.” She said not even pretending to be sincere as she watched him leave and slunk down in her chair.

She hated her life sometimes.

***********

Kaitlin felt more at peace than she had in a while, knowing her plan would take effect in just a few hours.

It was downright evil, and she felt absolutely no guilt about it. Sure she was angry at Mat but she knew how much Beau had pushed the idea of him and Leighton and she was even angrier at him.

She barely knew Ginny but as far as she was concerned she was just another person who had a hand in ruining her life.

Even if this didn’t stop the wedding, it would drive a wedge in a tight friendship, and that would leave everyone vulnerable.

She smiled again as she clicked away on her keyboard at work, humming a tune to herself.

**********

“There’s your babies heartbeat.” The tech said pointing at the screen. A loud beating sound came from the monitor “Very healthy.”

Leighton beamed at Mat who was staring at the screen open mouthed.

“My guess.” The tech said “Is that your about 10 weeks, so almost out of the first trimester. But we’ll have the doctor double check.”

Mat watched as the tech moved the wand over Leighton’s stomach and then frowned a little. Leighton was too busy watching the monitor to notice, but he did. A sinking feeling came over him as the ultrasound tech finished up and handed Leighton a towel, giving her a small smile before leaving the room.

“Are you happy?” She asked squeezing his hand and smiling. He nodded and smiled back as they left the room and headed for the exam room to wait for the doctor.

Leighton grabbed a bunch of pamphlets on pregnancy to read, just as the doctor entered the room.

“Hello new parents, and congratulations.” She said as she sat down and opened Leighton’s chart eyes moving over the words.

“So you are about ten weeks.” She peered at her over he glasses and then closed the file before she cleared her throat “And things look good, but there is something troubling that showed on your ultrasound.”

Mat braced himself for the worst and watched as Leighton’s smile faded.

“You have a condition…” the doctor began. Mat paid rapt attention but Leighton’s eyes had glasses over and she stared at the wall.

“So what does this mean exactly? Are she And baby okay?” He asked

“Yes. Leighton and the baby are fine, perfectly healthy. It won’t affect anything until delivery. Now as long as everything goes perfectly she’ll be fine.”

Mat swallowed thickly before he spoke “And what if everything doesn’t go perfectly? What are the risks?”

The doctor pursed her lips “She runs the risk of hemorrhage, which can cause complications and death if we can’t get it under control. I know this is scary, but if you decide to terminate I can give you resources. As long as you take care of yourself and we do everything right going forward there’s a good chance it takes care of itself and everything will be fine. Apart from that your healthy, and so is the baby.” The doctor patted her hand and smiled, before leaving the room and directing them to the checkout area.

Leighton was silent as they checked out and headed home. She had her arms folded tightly over her midsection, and she was breathing heavily, holding back tears as they got into the elevator and made their way up to their floor.

“I’m gonna cancel dinner tonight.” He said as the made their way inside. She headed towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, hand shaking as she opened a bottle of water, taking a sip with her eyes closed. She felt nauseous and sad, as tears pricked her eyes and she blinked them away.

“Why?” She spoke for the first time as she turned to him.

“Because I don’t think your up to it. I know the doctor scared you-“

“I’m terrified…but I still want this baby.”

“Leighton I-“

“I want to keep it.” She said firmly, eyes narrowing. She was staring at him intensely, arms folded again.

“Leighton listen to me. We can try again. Your putting your life at risk.” He said gently, taking a step forward, but she backed away from him.

“No you listen to me. I’m keeping it. It’s my body, and I want to go through with this.”

Mat sighed and let his head fall forward “And what if you die? What then? We did all this for nothing?” He gestured around “We went through all of this for nothing? You would do that to me?”

“And what if I’m completely fine? Then we did all this for something!”

“That’s not a good enough reason to risk this! And if your not fine I could lose you. The baby too! That’s not fair to anyone.”

“This whole thing isn’t fair!” She yelled tears spilling over her eyelids.

“Calm down the doctor said-“

“I don’t care! Nothing about this is fair! This baby, my wedding, nothing!”

“The wedding is fine, I will not let anything happen to our wedding.”

“It already has Mat. It already has! She’s ruined it already.” Leighton cried “I’m keeping this baby, and I need you now. Please.” She gripped the front of his shirt “Please.”

He gripped her wrists and gently pulled her closer to try and talk her down, but she pushed him away, tears running down her cheeks as she headed to the bedroom. Mat felt tears burn his own eyes and he leaned forward on the island. He had waited four years for the love of his life to come back to him and now he could lose her forever.

It was terrifying.

He looked at the photo of them hanging on the wall across the kitchen. He closed his eyes, breathing out through his nose. It was an incredibly difficult position to be in. He wanted to be a dad, he really did, but not bad enough that he would risk the life of the only girl he’d ever really loved. But he knew that she wasn’t giving up this baby, and that even though he was scared, it had to be 1,000 times worse for her. So he would do what any man would for the woman he loved.

He walked quietly to the bedroom and opened the door. She was sitting with the pamphlets spread across the bed, eyes red from crying as she looked up at him. He sat down next to her and grasped her hand in his own.

“I love you more than anything Leighton, and I would do anything for you. if you want this baby, then I do too.”

She smiled slowly,breathing out a sigh of relief and then sniffled “Can we do this?”

“We can do anything.”

**********

Knock knock

Beau glanced up and untangled himself from Ginny as he grabbed the cash.

After two rounds of sex, they’d ordered takeout to refuel for another bout of it. He felt exhausted, the girl really was a wildcat, but he also felt something else as he looked at her, half naked in his bed.

He had it bad.

He sighed as he walked to the door, absently shuffling through money.

He had expected a food delivery but was horrified to find Mat and Leighton standing on the other side. They both frowned at him while he frowned back, and a cold shiver of dread went down his spine. He had no idea what they were doing here at his door while he was wearing only a pair of boxers post sex with Leighton best friend, who was still inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked still looking confused. He made a step forward hoping the make them move so he could shut the door behind him.

“What do you mean? Dinner remember?”

When he looked at them blankly Mat pulled out his phone and held up the message.

“That’s not from me-“

“Is that the food?” He heard from inside his apartment. He closed his eyes as Leighton frowned at the voice, eyebrows coming together. Ginny turned the corner wearing only a T-shirt that just barely covered the bottom of her underwear. She froze and she and Leighton stared at eachother for a few moments. He braced himself and waited for an explosion.

“What the hell is this?” Leighton asked looking between them. She didn’t look surprised anymore but rather angry. Mat however didn’t look as shocked as he thought he would be.

“Leighton I-“ Ginny began to speak but then stopped.

“Can we bring this inside?” Beau asked ushering them through the front door “Let us get dressed and we’ll talk okay?”

He pushed Ginny towards his bedroom. Her heart was pounding so loud he could hear it and as soon as the door closed she turned to him. She looked panic stricken.

“What are they doing here?” She whispered looking for her jeans. Her hands were shaking as he pulled a shirt over his head and grabbed gym shorts.

“I have no idea. Mat said I texted him but I didn’t.”

Ginny drew in a deep breath and stared at the door like she would be walking into a war on the other side.

“Hey.” He grasped her hand and squeezed “We’re in this together.” She pulled her hand from his and slipped on her pants and followed him out to the kitchen to find Mat and Leighton both looking at them disappointed, and angry.

“Well the cats out of the bag I guess.” Beau said hands on his hips. He had hoped it would lighten the mood, but the look on Leighton’s face clearly told him it didn’t.

“This isn’t funny.” Leighton said arms crossed. She was staring a hole through Ginny who was looking at her feet “You’ve been lying to us? To me?” She said softly. She looked mad mostly, but she looked hurt too “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?”

Mat was sitting at the island between them eyes moving back and forth, chin resting on his hands.

“We didn’t want to upset you.” Beau said glancing at Ginny. She was still looking at her feet, with an expression somewhere between guilt and ashamed.

“Well I’m upset!” She snapped making them all jump. Mat looked at her concerned and rested an hand on her arm.

“It just happened. It didn’t mean anything when it started okay.”

Ginny felt a tiny pang one her heart as the words left his mouth. She’d always thought deep down maybe it didn’t mean anything but to hear him say it out loud confirmed her fears. She was catching feelings for someone who felt nothing for her, and her worst nightmare had come to fruition. If Mat and Leighton hadn’t been there she probably would have cried but she held it in because they had an audience.

“How long?” Leighton had her arms folded, eyes narrowed as she looked between them.

He couldn’t look at her, or Mat so he looked at his hands“ 2 months.”

Mat turned surprised, and spoke for the first time.” So that night we sent-“

“Yeah. That was the first time.”

“This has been going on for 2 months and neither of you felt the need to say anything about it to us?! Instead you lied and acted like you still hated each other instead ?” Leighton’s cheeks were red and her eyes were wide as she looked between them.

Mat put a hand on her shoulder “Leighton you can’t get like this. Remember what the doctor said.” He said it quietly enough that he figured they wouldn’t hear but Ginny did.

“What doctor?”

“Never mind-“

“Oh no no. Your yelling at me about keeping secrets and your not going to tell me? Hypocritical no?”

“Ginny-“ Mat said but Leighton cut him off.

“I’m pregnant.”

The air in the room froze and Ginny’s face went blank “What?”

“I found out yesterday and today I-“ but she stopped and cleared her throat “And I’m 10 weeks.”

“Your really pregnant?” Ginny asked again, tears coming to her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to run and hug her but she stayed in her spot. It broke her heart to see the look on Leighton’s face when Ginny didn’t come to her, but she couldn’t move. It was too much at one time and it was tearing her in too many directions.

“I’m more concerned with this text message.” Mat said, swiftly changing the subject and turning to Beau “Why would you tell us to come over if this was going on?”

“What text message?” Beau said holding up his hands “I never sent you any messages-“ but stopped when Mat held up the phone so he could read it.

“I didn’t send you that message.” Beau said frowning “That’s not even my number, you know that.”

“But that doesn’t make sense…. If you didn’t send me this message then who-“ but he stopped mid word and closed his eyes “Kaitlin.”

Ginny had said something was off about her when they’d confronted her at the bar, and now he knew what it was. She must have found out about them somehow and set the whole thing up. It was the only thing that made sense.

“You were right.” He said softly to Ginny.

“I told you.” She replied “I told you and you said it would be fine.”

“What do you mean?” Leighton asked. Her face felt like fire, but her body felt cold and sweaty.

“Kaitlin was at the bar a few weeks ago. We got rid of her quietly, but I said something was weird about her behavior. She was acting too cool, and now we know why.”

“Sorry man.” Mat said staring at his feet “I don’t know what to say.” He sighed and ruffled his hair “She’s not going to stop.”

Leighton felt a wave of nausea and she went pale.

Kaitlin was single-handedly ruining her life. She messed with her wedding, she’d harassed and stalked her, broken her car windows and now she was driving a wedge in a 16 year friendship.

She swallowed and leaned against the counter. Mat turned and frowned at her before he turned back to Beau and Ginny.

“Leighton.” Ginny said “Are you okay?”

“I’m-Im fine.” A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her face.

“You need water.” Beau pulled a bottle from the fridge, opening it and holding it out to her.

“I think we should save this for another day.” Mat said “She needs to go home and lay down.”

“Okay. We really are sorry.” Ginny said softly eyes moving back to her feet.

Mat steered Leighton to the door and shook his head “No more lies. Please?” They watched as they left before Beau spoke.

“Well that went okay right?” He asked turning to Ginny now that they were alone. But he stopped speaking when he saw the look on her face.

“Okay? Okay? No it wasn’t fucking okay. It felt just as bad as I imagined it would. Did you see Leighton’s face? I hurt her. I lied to her.” She said voice cracking.

“Ginny-“ he reached for her, but she recoiled like he was a snake that had bitten her.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What’s your problem? This isn’t my fault.”

“No. It’s mine. I never should have gotten involved with this. It was a mistake from the start.”

Though it shouldn’t have, her words stung. Like a tiny knife that had quickly jabbed him, leaving a small amount of blood leaking out. Just enough to harm, but not enough to kill.

“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly. He had been hopeful that even though it was admittedly the worst way for them to find out, that maybe it meant there didn’t have to be any more sneaking around. Maybe they could now take the next step.

“I do. Where else was this going, I mean really? We’re we gonna live happily ever after? Continue fucking forever and never tell? You and I both know this is nothing but a hookup.”

“I don’t feel that way. Do you?”

She was quiet a moment before she swallowed and said “Yes.”

He was stunned a moment before he regained his composure “I-I guess I thought maybe you were different but I see you Ginny. I see you.”

“Oh yeah? And I see you. It was something that just happened? Like I was there for your convenience?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Maybe you didn’t mean it but you said it.” Ginny pushed past him and started collecting her things.

“Look can we talk about this?”

“No.” She said sharply, throwing her makeup and shampoo in her purse “We can’t. Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s been over. Go find another plaything.”

“Hey. I never said that and I don’t feel that way.”

“I don’t care Beau!” She said loudly, cheeks turning red “I’ve been lying to my best friend? Did you see her? She’s never looked at me that way. And now, she’s pregnant and this is how I support her? But stressing her out more?”

“Ginny. It’s not like you did this. Kaitlin did.”

“Because we provoked her Beau. We did this. And I won’t do it anymore.”

“Fine then leave. If that’s the way you want things to be.”

“Fine. Your free now to fuck around with whoever you want.”

He scoffed “I’ve always been free to do that, you weren’t my girlfriend.”

Ginny stopped and her eyes narrowed “No I wasn’t. Just a girl you take home and fuck remember?”

“If that’s the category you want to be in, then congratulations your in it.”

Ginny flinched and then recovered “Great. Thanks for being like every other guy out there and wasting my time. Lose my number and don’t talk to me ever again.”

“Done.”

She glared at him and headed towards the front door. He thought briefly about grabbing her and stopping her, but his pride kept him in place. She glanced at him one last time before she grabbed the handle and left, slamming the door behind her.

************

Leighton was quiet the entire way home. Mat felt so bad about Kaitlin he too didn’t say anything, and wouldn’t have even if he could. This was the kind of thing he had been afraid of, and although it wouldn’t derail the wedding, it definitely put a rift in a 16 year friendship, and none of this was fair to Leighton. Or anyone really.

For the second time today, they entered the apartment without speaking. He watched as Leighton walked slowly forward and pulled off her jacket. Sweat had dampened the back of her shirt and her skin looked flushed.

“Are you alright? I think you should lay down.” He said gently, taking her coat and throwing it over a chair.

“I don’t want to lay down.”

“It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you need and you need to lay down.”

When she didn’t respond he spoke again “Do you want to talk about it?”

She turned to him before she spoke “I can’t believe they lied- I can’t-“ But her words stopped and her face turned pale “I can’t-“

“Leighton are you-“ Mat watched in horror as she swayed on her feet and started to tip to the side, eyes rolling back.

He caught her as she fell, head lolling just before it hit the ground.

“Leighton wake up!” He yelled giving her a shake “LEIGHTON!”

[adrena-dine]

Belgian GP : a summary

Charity match with Sebastian and Mick. Seb did terribly but we forgive him 🫶🏼

Daniel leaves McLaren, sad but expected

Charles grid penalty. Max grid penalty. Valtteri grid penalty. Esteban grid penalty. Norris grid penalty. Mick grid penalty. Guanyu grid penalty. Everybody GRID PENALTY

Lewis mysterious new account 😳 (it was a clothing and it’s already ✨ out of stock ✨)

Yuki said that he regrets not having spent his holidays with Pierre. Yukierre is thriving as always.

Guanyu fashion icon always

Valtteri too (I love the camping fit like go off king!!!)

Daniel hasn’t got a seat, but Guenther called him and Omar is drinking coffee at McLaren, things were getting spicy hihi

Pierre 100tb GP 🥰

Magnussen engine YEET

Charles’ car in FP3 YEET

Charles made checo ate dust, yummy

Alonso saying that alpine didn’t want anymore bc he’s old. It’s the drama for me.

Omar saying that Fernando blatantly lied to them sksksksksk

Alpine vs Oscar whose gonna win ?

Alex contract extension for SEVERAL years with Williams 🥰🥰🥰

Lewis said no to the medic and got ✨scolded✨

Someone proposed in front of Esteban ??? Goals

After a lot of complains, Spa is going to be on calendar next year 🥳🥳🥳

Carlos pole !!! VAMOS CARLOS !!!

Charles got told everything by journalists this weekend from his place on the grid to his penalty 💀

Daniel sat alone before the drivers parade just broke my heart

And then he did the same before the race and George, Mick and Alex joined him, what a bunch of sweethearts 🥹

Oh and Alex and George took this opportunity tu blatantly FLIRTED in front of the entire world, bc you know there’s no better place to be who they are (I loved it)

Lando watching TV while he’s driving ? Man I can’t even check my blind spots and turn at the same time 💀

Ferrari messing up one more time, but who’s surprised now ?

No rain for once 🤧

Lewis out at the first lap, my man flew out

Alonso clashing Lewis. Are we in 2007 ?

Charles having someone’s tear off in his brakes and forcing him to pit (it was Max’s)

Mick going 🙄🙄🙄 when told about his car’s performance. We stan a sassy king

QUESTION

George amazing race 👏🏼

Pierre amazing recovery since his car said « no ❤️🥰 » when they tried to start it ON THE GRID

Valterri and Nicholas just colliding with each other. Just like that 🤷🏻‍♀️

Charles be like « look at me, I’m the strategist now »

A battle of three between Ocon, Vettel and Gasly 🤩

Max amazing comeback 😳 and won. Another time hihi

Ferrari had (1) right call to make and they ✨didn’t✨

Charles being told on live TV he has a penalty and drop out one more place

Oh and the team didn’t came to celebrate with Carlos for his podium. Nice.

Mick’s ass was on fire apparently 🥴🥴

I’d like to thank this entire GP for the GIGA number of memes it provided

[boxesandrings]

I it’s me again I love your stuff. A idea I had inspired a fanart Shane reacting to F!farmer telling him she’s pregnant

( I’m just curious where that would go )

(Hi I promise this is much happier than what the description sounds like!! I think considering Shane’s mental health history life changing news like this isn’t something he’d brush past with no second thought, having a kid is kinda scary to everyone! Promise it’s mostly fluff but wanted to tag anything that could be triggering for others xoxo)

Title: A Father!

Rating: T (mostly for language, but Shane's earlier heart events are mentioned briefly)

Summary: The Farmer shares some exciting news with Shane! He's immediately over the moon, but quickly becomes overwhelmed.

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Shane's early heart-events, a panic attack(?)

Characters: Shane, F!Farmer, Marnie, Evelyn, Pierre (pretty much all are mentioned)

Words: 3816

Shane took off his boots before entering the cabin, grimacing as he bent to do so. Marnie had needed help repairing some things at the ranch today, and he had spent most of it in a crouch. His thighs were punishing him for it now, sore with every step. Maybe he’d take a bath tonight, let his muscles soak in the warm water and try to relax a bit. Maybe his wife would take one with him.

He waddled into the house, his legs tight and called out. “I’m home! You in?”

The Farmer was often out late, working in the fields or with the animals, or sometimes off mining or fishing at the lake by Robin’s. It had been lonely at first, an empty house was something he’d never experienced, but he had found ways to preoccupy himself. After a month, he and his then girlfriend had a chat, the Farmer promising to be home by 7 every night, or calling and letting him know if something had unexpectedly come up otherwise holding her late.

“In the kitchen!” Shane smiled, making his way toward the room. It was barely 5, a sign for a good night. The sound of music grew louder and the smell of bacon wafted toward him. In the kitchen, he found his wife flipping pancakes but minding another pan on the back burner. She turned when she heard him get closer, waving her spatula before focusing back on the food. Shane walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I thought it was my night to cook?” The pair switched who cooked every night, and Shane was certain it was his night. Or had he missed yesterday?

“Hello to you too.” The Farmer twisted her head around the best she could and puckered her lips, which Shane quickly kissed. “It was, but I just wanted to cook tonight. Go sit! I just finished up.” Shane squeezed his wife once more, but made his way over to the table. He groaned as he lowered himself into the chair.

The Farmer tilted her head as she carried a stack of pancakes for the table, watching as Shane rubbed his legs.

“Long day?” Shane nodded.

“Marnie called this morning and said that some pipes in the barn needed repairing, but neglected to mention that it was literally almost every single pipe in the barns, all the ones that carry water to the dispensers.” The Farmer set down the plate of bacon on the table, then slid into Shane’s lap, her arms around his neck.

“Oh, that’s rough.” Shane nodded, tilting his head forward into hers.

“They’re all so low to the ground, I essentially was in a squat all day. My thighs are killing me.” The Farmer nodded, her head moving his. She kissed his temple and stood up.

“I think I have some of that muscle cream lotion stuff that helps with the soreness. I’ll find it after dinner.” She made her way to her own chair, sitting down. “Not all bad though, squats are pretty good for the booty.” She smiled as she picked up a piece of bacon and winked.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Shane shook his head, but smiled as he used his fork to slide a pancake onto his own plate. Yoba, was he hungry. “How was your day?”

The Farmer bit her lip, smiling. “Oh, you know. Same old.” Shane looked up, cautiously eyeing his wife. She was biting her lip, trying to hide an obvious smile and kept looking up at Shane as she made her plate. Shane squinted.

“I feel like you really want me to ask what else happened.” His wife nodded, slightly shimmying in her chair.

“I heard some real good gossip.” Shane couldn’t help but laugh after she said it. His wife looked so pleased with herself, like she could barely handle keeping her excitement inside. She grinned incredibly wide, biting her tongue. Shane picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Oh, what is it?” He raised his eyebrows a few times, making his wife laugh. After she had calmed herself for a second, she leaned forward, as if the knowledge itself were moving her.

“Someone we know is pregnant.” Shane dropped his fork and coughed. Now that was some good gossip. In a town as small as Pelican Town, secrets among residents were incredibly hard to keep, and something as big as that would have spread easily within a day to the entire population. How had he not heard yet?

“Who?” The Farmer leaned back in her chair, biting her thumbnail.

“Guess.” Shane ran his teeth over his tongue as he mentally went through each of the town’s residents.

“Jodie and Kent? I feel like they could have another, the gap would be the same from Sam to Vincent to this one.” The Farmer watched Shane, her face giving away nothing. Finally, she shook her head, the same shit-eating grin on her face. Shane thought hard.

“It can’t be Demetrius and Robin, he practically yelled from the mountain top when he had his vasectomy. I don’t think Pierre and Caroline even like each other anymore…” He watched his wife’s face.

“Keep guessing.” Shane threw his hands up, but continued to smile.

“You’re gonna make me keep guessing?”

“Come on! You’re getting closer.” Shane sighed.

“Let's see… Maru and Penny are together, so I don’t think they could… Sam is, and no offence to the guy, but the biggest virgin I’ve ever met…Harvey… no.” He looked down at the table, scratching his chin. “Sebastian and Abby could be… Alex and Haley, but I’m not sure if they’re broken up right now.”

He looked up toward his wife, but her face gave away no hints. “I mean, Elliot sleeps with practically every tourist, so statistically speaking…” Shane shook his head, his eyes wide, and his wife snorted. “I don’t know? Emily isn’t with anyone, Leah isn’t, but I might not know.”

Eyes wide, he looked back up at his wife. “It couldn’t physically… Marnie couldn’t…” The Farmer’s face finally broke, a similar look of horror on her own face.

“Oh Yoba no, don’t even—” She made a face, shaking her head. “She’s too old, and not to be mean but I think if your aunt was having a baby with Mayor Lewis?” She shook her head again, faster. “You’d find me in here retching.”

Shane leaned back in his chair and dragged his hand over the bottom half of his face, thinking. The devilish smile slowly creeped it’s way back onto his wife’s face as she watched him. Finally, he sighed.

“Who is it?” The Farmer suddenly stood up and ran to one of the cabinets, pulling out a sandwich bag. She sat back in her seat, and slid the bag across the table to Shane. He picked up the bag and realized there were three white, long sticks in the bag, each one with two pink lines on one end. He dropped the bag.

“Oh, gross, where were these?” He looked up at his wife, expecting the same grin, but was confused to see that it had fallen, a look almost like annoyance on her face.

“Good god, Shane, did you— do you think I’m going around picking up random pregnancy tests?” He paused, his mouth dropping.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She didn’t find them, she took them. That’s why he hadn’t heard the gossip already, she was the only one that knew.

He jumped to his feet, forgetting the soreness in his legs. His hands covered his mouth, open in shock as he looked at his wife. She nodded at him, the smile returned to her face, hints of tears glistening in her eyes. He turned from the pregnancy tests on the table, pointing at them, to covering his mouth again and looking back at his wife.

She continued to nod, crying definitively now but still smiling. The pair had been married for almost two years, and while they hadn’t made a point of deciding to actively try for a baby, they certainly had been playing it fast and loose. Four months into the marriage they decided that what would happen would happen and stopped using any birth control, the Farmer throwing out any pills she had left. Lately, the couple had stopped even pretending they worried about the possibility of getting pregnant, and Shane had felt that a ‘we should start actively trying’ conversation was weeks away, rather than months or years.

Finally, Shane spoke. “Are… you’re…” The Farmer nodded, sniffling and smiling.

“Yeah, yeah!” Her voice was breathy, joyfully crying through the words.” Shane covered his mouth again and felt his own tears beginning to pop up in the corner of his eyes.

“I— I need you to say it.” The Farmer laughed.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane ran at his wife, scooping her up in his arms, pressing his lips firmly onto hers. She laughed as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped tightly around them as they stood in the kitchen, her tears against his face, or maybe they were his own?

They stood, holding each other, smiling and laughing and kissing, until Shane quite literally swept his wife off her feet, fireman carrying her into the bedroom while she laughed in his arms. He set her down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, practically attaching himself to her as he kissed her face as she pretended to struggle beneath him, giggling the whole time.

He laid on his stomach next to her, his face turned towards her on the pillow. She watched him back, still laying flat on the bed.

“You’re pregnant.” The Farmer smiled and nodded.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane smiled, scanning his wife’s face.

“We’re having a baby.” She scooched her face closer, kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re having a baby.” The two gazed at each other, minds racing with nothing and everything at once. Shane lifted himself up and moved closer to his wife, his face only inches away from hers, sliding one arm under her head and placing the other hand on her stomach. Shane bit his lip.

“When do we want to tell my family?” The Farmer sighed and looked up toward the ceiling.

“I don’t know. I want to tell them, but so much can happen in the first few months…” She trailed off, running her tongue over her top teeth. “Maybe in a month or two? Once the pregnancy is past that first little hurdle.” Shane kissed her cheek.

“I get it. Marnie tells Lewis, Lewis tells everyone.” He sighed now. “I mean, you’re only 30, I don’t think you’re high risk or anything.” His wife shook her head and smiled at him.

“No, it’ll be perfect.” She slid a hand over the one he had on top of her stomach. “I know it. Just in the small chance, I don’t want everyone knowing.” She looked back toward the ceiling. “Also, I don’t want all the attention right away. It’s such a small, small town. Something like this will rock the pelican town people to their cores.” She laughed, Shane joining in beside her. “But I promise, when we do tell people, Marnie will be the first to know.” Shane nodded.

“We’ll let her tell everyone else. Makes it easy.” The Farmer snorted.

“Yeah.” She drew circles on his hand with her thumb. “I mean, I guess we have to tell Harvey, for obvious reasons, but I don’t think he can legally tell others.” Shane laughed again, and pulled his hand out from under his wife’s, moving it up from her stomach to her chin. He pulled her face toward his, kissing her softly.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, his nose touching hers. The Farmer smiled, and kissed him again.

“We’re having a baby.”

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Shane couldn’t sleep, far too excited by the day’s news. No matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or tried to count deep breaths, Shane was restless. His wife had fallen asleep over an hour ago and was curled into a little ball by his side, her head on top of one of his arms.

They were having a baby. Yes, it had been something he and his wife had talked about for a while, one day wanting children, but now it was actually happening. He turned his head to look at the Farmer, drooling on his arm, and smiled. They weren’t kids anymore, Shane well into his thirties, and his wife just into them, but it still felt so strange and new and exciting for them to be parents now.

Shane bolted upright, his stomach immediately twisting. The Farmer groaned on the bed next to him, violently awoken by the sudden removal of his arm. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and propped herself up, squinting in the dark.

“Did I sleep through the alarm again?” She yawned. Shane hopped out of the bed, bee-lining to the bathroom. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Shane slammed the door behind him, ignoring his wife’s further questions. He barely had made it to the toilet when he felt it deep within him, the nausea making its way out into the bowl. He didn’t hear his wife come into the room, only felt her hand on his back as he continued to retch. Finally, he laid his head against the bowl, breathing heavily.

“Shane?” He could hear his wife behind him start to speak but pause, unsure of what to say or ask, her mouth just kind of opening and shutting. She laid her head against his back and sighed. “Do you want some water?”

“I’m going to be a dad.” The Farmer chuckled behind him.

“Yeah. I think we covered that a bit earlier.” She lifted her head and resumed rubbing his back. “I’m excited too.” Shane sighed.

“I’m gonna fuck this kid up.” His voice cracked, and he watched as a tear fell from his face. The Farmer paused.

“What?” Shane pulled his arms up onto the bowl, wrapping them around his head.

“I’m a massive fuck-up, and I’m going to fuck up this baby too.” His shoulders shook, an attempt to hold back his tears. “I could barely take care of myself, how am I—” Shane’s voice broke. The Farmer let out a tense breath behind him, and began to rub his back again.

“Shane, no! Don’t say that.” He lifted his head up, and turned to look at his wife.

“I am. I mean, I was worthless. All I did was drink, I hated myself, and for fucks sake, I tried—” Shane paused as he noticed his wife’s lower lip start to tremble and sighed. “I could barely hold myself together until you got here, what, five years ago?” He bit his lip, the tears coming out faster now. “I’m doing good now, but what happens if it all falls apart again?” His voice cracked again, and Shane didn’t bother to hold back a sob.

The Farmer tried her best to pull Shane into her, them both sitting on the floor, but Shane just sat there numb. He wanted to have this life with his wife, a family together, but how could he be a dad? Why did she even want him?

“Shane, please.” He looked over to the Farmer, who was crying, her arms around him. He’d made her cry, husband of the year material! “I think you’re just… you did this when the dog died, too. It’s a lot of information coming in at once, big information. But it’s okay!” Her hands slid down his shoulder, taking his hands in her own. “We’re doing this together.”

Shane let out an indignant snort. “I can’t even handle the announcement, what happens when the baby comes?” His head was spinning. She deserved better. He loved her.

“Shane! You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re in it together, we have each other.” She squeezed his hands, scooting closer to him. “You’re going to be great, okay? You’re not a fuck-up. We all have rough patches, you just didn’t have the support system you needed. Please.” She kissed his temple, but Shane stared straight ahead, toward the wall. He wished he could shrink into a tiny ball.

“I can’t… I can’t mess this up too.” The Farmer pulled his head down to her shoulder, her hands carefully working their way through his hair.

“You’re not going to mess this up, babe. I think you’re just panicking.” She held him close, continuing to quietly stroke his head. “I’m nervous too, but I know I have you.” He loved her, but when she shifted away beneath him, the panic filled his chest again. “I’m going to go grab your anxiety meds. I don’t think you took them at dinner, they might help.” She fully slid out away from him, Shane’s heart beginning to race. The Farmer stood up and stretched out her back. “Now that I think of it, I don’t think either of us even ate.”

Shane felt sick to his stomach, and barely made his way back to the toilet bowl before throwing up again. The Farmer crouched next to him, her hand on his back. Shane could practically feel the concerned look burning into the back of his head.

“Even if I don’t mess up, I’m just passing a damn cocktail of mental illness along.” He sat back on the floor, and used his hand to try and rub away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. The Farmer above him sighed and sat back down, and wrapped an arm back around his shoulder.

“Babe, don’t—” Shane choked and leaned forward, wrapping his arms over his head.

“It doesn’t even stand a chance, I’ve just fucked it up from the beginning!” He could feel himself hyperventilating, what did his therapist tell him to do? “It’s gonna hate me, I’ve already ruined everything—”

“Shane!” The Farmer’s face in front of his snapped him out of the almost trance he was in, the distraction what his body needed to get in at least one deep breath. She had tears on her cheeks, but her voice gave away no sadness. “Stop it! Calm down!”

Shane leaned forward into her, practically up on his knees now to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight as he cried. She rocked her body, quietly shooshing as she held him, pressing kisses into the top of his head as she did.

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” she said after Shane’s breathing became more regular. “I mean, we’re going to make mistakes. Both of us! A lot. But we’re going to be new parents, it happens.” He nodded, squeezing his eyes tight. “You’re not going to spiral— I mean, now, yes— but it’s not going to get bad like it was ever again, okay? You have me, your therapist, Marnie, we’re all here for you.”

“I love you.” His words were muffled, his face still pressed into her chest. He felt a rumble, a small chuckle above him.

“I love you too. Also, you’re not the only one afraid of passing on bad shit. I mean, my mom is medicated for depression, and I have ADHD.” Shane raised his head, his face even with hers.

“Yeah, I guess.” The Farmer smiled, and reached on her hands up to cup Shane’s face, wiping away a tear with her thumb.

“Yeah, dummy.” Shane smiled and kissed his wife, before pulling back and biting his lip.

“I’m— I’m so excited, I really am.” His eyes met hers briefly, before he looked away again. “I want this with you, truly, I—” The Farmer leaned forward and kissed her husband again.

“I know, Shane. I get it.” They held each other on the floor, their foreheads pressed together. Shane tried to calm himself, breathing in time with his wife. “We’re in it together, alright? We’ve got it.” Shane nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” The Farmer smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be a big change.” She chuckled to herself. “We’ve got nine months, I’m sure this won’t be the last freak out. That either of us have.” The Farmer stood up, and offered a hand to Shane, smiling. “Good luck to you when I have to start buying maternity clothes.” Shane grinned and took her hand.

“What? You’re cooking up a baby in there, you’re gonna grow.” He kissed his wife on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.

“Oh, I know that now,” the Farmer said, leading the two of them back into their bedroom. “But I’m sure hormone-y me will have to reckon with that later.”

Shane snorted as the Farmer sat down on the bed, and pulled Shane down into her. He kissed her forehead and climbed over, pulling the covers up on his side of the bed. She snuggled back into him, her head resting on his shoulder, but Shane could feel her squirming.

“You feeling better?” Her voice was quiet. Shane nodded, and wrapped his arm around her head.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Her arm snaked its way over his chest, reaching up to hold the side of his head. “You’re gonna be great.”

Shane smiled, and moved his head to kiss the palm against his cheek. “You too.”

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It took Marnie two weeks to figure it out. Something about the way the Farmer was moving, she had told Shane, was different, and trapped him in her kitchen until he confessed. Marnie was over the moon, and promised not to tell anyone, but Shane ran home and told the Farmer straight away. His wife had bit her lip but shook her head, smiling. “If anyone was going to piece it together, it’d be her.”

In Marnie’s defense, it was almost a week before Evelyn congratulated the pair at the general store. Shane watched as Pierre blushed and ducked behind a shelf, but the Farmer thanked her and moved past, reaching for a bag of flour on the top shelf.

“You know, that was a pretty good run, all things considered.” Shane nodded, agreeing with his wife.

“I mean, that has to be a record! What, five? Six days?” The Farmer laughed, and hoisted the last grocery bag up into the truck. She caught Shane’s gaze, and tilted her head.

“What?” Shane realized he had been staring at her, a dopey look on his face. He smiled, face turning pink.

“Oh, nothing!” He hopped up into the truck, his wife following suit beside him. He looked at her again. “I’m gonna be a dad.” She smiled now, rolling her eyes.

“You’re gonna be a dad!” Shane laughed, and started the truck. The two chatted excitedly the whole way back, discussing the future addition to both their home and family.

[scarriestmarlowe]

im listening to the great comet and im having so many feelings so you all get to deal with a fanfic im gonna write on my phone in the span of 15 minutes (lunch period) inspired by a musical none of you have listened to. if you want to listen to the song, listen to pierre & natasha from great comet

commie stared at the new ideology. qui stood, looking flustered upon his arrival. qui flounders, looking visibly displaced, before quis shoulders fall limp.

“authoritarian communist.” is all qui says, looking at him with the same eyes that have looked at him for reassurance hundreds of times before.

“tankie.” he corrects softly, wishing for the teasing nickname to come from quem again.

“you..you knew ancom?”

he stared at the ideology he had tried so hard to detest. who he had tried to feel nothing but reproach. but now, all that was left in him was pity. pity for an ideology once full of fire, and now lifeless.

“yes. qui..qui meant to me the world.”

“quis here now. once i leave..tell quem to forgive me.”

“i will but..but qui-“

“no i know. i know that all is over. i know i have no chance to be grieved. but still im tormented, by the fact i have stolen quem. by the wrongs ive done to qui’s name. tell quem that i beg quem to forgive me. to forgive me for everything.”

“yes i-i will tell quem. i will tell quem everything. but i wish to know one thing. did you love me? even as this bad man?”

“don’t call yourself bad.” post-left hisses, emotion sparking in quems eyes. and then its gone, the same dejectedness returning. “but..i’m not sure i’ll ever know.”

qui began to cry. hard, shuddering breaths, and the deepest sorrow filled commie’s chest. a few tears trickled down commie’s own face. he hoped that qui didn’t see it.

“if you ever need someone, should you return, i am always at your aid, post-left.”

“don’t speak to me like that.” qui gasps. “i am not worth it.”

“stop! stop. you have your whole life ahead you.”

“no i don’t, tankie. all is over.”

“all over?”

and commie stills. and takes a long breath.

“if i were not myself, but the brightest, handsomest, man, and if we were human. i would get down on one knee, this minute, and ask for your hand. and i would ask for you love.”

for the first time, in much too long, post left smiled. and tears of happiness and gratitude broke the dam of sadness.

“thank you, tankie.” qui says, before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“thank you.”

post-left hurries from the room.

and post-left is gone.

the only lingering of quem left in the world, a slight tingle on an authoritarian’s lips.

[gaystoriescuzwhynot]

The story is named story of hunter, a seemingly normal boy with an unusual ability.

Hunters parents became worried the first time they tried feeding him baby formula, they put the bottle in his mouth but to their shock he swallowed it while, no trace.

Hunters mom screamed “OH MY GOD” as hunter sat there, smiling and laughing. Hunters dad said “what the fuck just happened? He’s not even choking!”.

Hunters mom tried to see inside hunters mouth, she put in finger into his mouth so open it but all of the sudden. (Gulp) within a second hunters mom was swallowed whole, no trace.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” Exclaimed hunters dad. He made the same, fatal, mistake as his wife, put in hand into hunters mouth and just like that. (Gulp) he was gone.

Hunters uncle stopped by that day, to visit. He came inside to see hunter all alone, with his parents nowhere to be seen but their cars still out front. “Hello hunter!” He said to hunter, picking him up. “Where are your parents?” He asked. Hunter started to cry. His uncle saw a bottle of baby formula sitting on the table. “You want some of this?“ he asked, putting the bottle in his mouth, it went straight down.

Hunters uncle (Gary) was also a scientist, he took hunter home with him, discovered that whatever entered hunters mouth, went right down his throat, no matter how big the thing was, his stomach didn’t grow and inch and it’s just like he never swallowed it.

(From this point on the story will be in hunters prospective)

“It’s my 10th birthday today!” I yelled out to uncle Gary and my cousin Lillian. Uncle Gary walked into my room with a gift box, wrapped in the most beautiful paper. “This is for you to open” he told me, hand the gift over. I looked at it stunned for a good few seconds before tearing apart the paper. “A tablet!” I yelled out. “I’ve always wanted one!” I exclaimed running to hug uncle Gary. “I know, i just knew you’d love it, enjoy, and make sure not to put it in your mouth.” He said laughing. “I’m gonna go make breakfast, I’ll call you when it’s ready” he said, walking out. My cousin entered the room with a mad expression, she was 8. “I’ve always wanted an iPad! It’s not fair!” She said hitting it onto the ground, the iPad shattered. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, “How could you do that?” I asked. “Because, I deserve one!” She said. I couldn’t take it! I grabbed her and shoved her head into my mouth, uncle Gary walked in the second it happened, he watched his daughter vanish into my stomach in the matter of a second. He gave me a look, one that you’d give to the person that just killed your cat, but 1000 times worse. I broke down into hard tears and grabbed my now destroyed tablet. He was still too stunned to speak, now with tears in his eyes. He just shut the door and walked away. I was still angry about my tablet and I swallowed everything in my room, from my bed to my clothes, everything. I blacked out after everything and woke up, strapped to a bed, this is when the experimenting started, uncle Gary was so desperate to get his daughter back, he started doing all kinds of experiments on me, all alongside his buddy, dave.

At this point I was 14, i just became best friends with Pierre. We hung out every single day, no matter the occasion. He was one of the only people I told about my “ability”. We would cause ruckus with it kinda. I’d swallow peoples mail, their bikes, even road signs. No matter what it was always a blast, thanks to Pierre. He was super interested in my ability, he’d also want to see how my breath smells after what I would eat, once I swallowed this rude lady’s car, he smelt my breath and described it as “oily, but it still smells good”. He always liked how my breath smelt. Another thing we did was crazy, my favorite thing to eat is mustard, I like everything but mustard feels great when sliding down your throat. Once we went to a mustard factory, I challenged the workers I could lay under one of the dispensers for 10 minutes straight without a single drop coming out of my mouth. Now obviously this is not possible for a normal person but for me, no problem. They turned on the vat and I just layer there for 10 minutes with the nice feeling of mustard traveling down my throat. After the ten minutes they all seemed shocked. “Yo dude, how’d you do that!”. “That’s crazy dude.”. The owner promised me a life time amount of mustard, I could take some whenever I wanted. But there’s a kinda bad part to this particular story. One worker wanted to ask me questions, In private for some reason. When we were in the room he tried putting his hand in my mouth, I kept pushing him off but he was stronger than me, he shoved his hand in my mouth and went straight down, shit! How would I explain this to the workers, I saw a bowling ball on the desk and had an idea, I quickly swallowed it and walked out of the private room. “Where is he? (The employ I just ate). “So basically I told him I could swallow a bowling ball and when I did it he ran out the window, i don’t even know why.” I said. They asked about how I could swallow it yata yata then me and Pierre went home, I told him all about it.

(Present day) (16 yr old)

“Dude wake up!” I woke up to Pierre shaking me awake. “Huh? How are you in my house?” I asked, drunk from sleep. “Your dad let me in, anyway I have a fun idea!” He said, yanking me up. “What is it?” I asked, wiping the boogers from my eyes. “So remember when you swallowed that dummy infront of a kid and he got scared?” Pierre asked. “You wanna do that again?” I asked. “How’d you know?“ he asked with a puzzled expression. “You’ve talked about it since we did it.” I said. “Let’s just get coffee or something today. “Sure!” He said dragging my arm to his car.

On are way there he said “Uhm hunter, I’ve been wanting to talk about something..” he started. “What’s up man?” I asked. He took a deep breath “I l-like you.” He said. I said “yeah, I like you too man, you’re a great friend.” . “No. I like you, hunter.. I love you.” He said. I just sat there, not knowing what to do. A few awkward seconds went by “you don’t feel the same huh.” He said. “Well, I am just shocked Pierre.” I said. I never thought of him as anything more than a friend, now that I think about it, he is really cute. “I think I li- love you too Pierre.” I said. “R-really?” Pierre asked, blushing as hard as ever. “Yes!” I said, pecking him on the cheek. We arrived at the coffee shop. “Well, let’s go babe.” He said. We went in, holding hands. We flirted a lot while drinking our coffee, he even offered me his after I swallowed my cup. I also swallowed his, that time not on accident. We walked out getting ready to watch a romantic movie but I suddenly got a call from my uncle.

Me: hello?

Uncle Gary: hey son, come home right now, it’s ready!

Me: what’s ready?

Uncle Gary: the project.

Me: oh, you finished?

Uncle Gary: hurry home, asap.

He hung up the phone. “Well babe, want to come over and see the project?” I asked him. “What’s the project?” Pierre asked. “I don’t really know to be honest but I do know that it’s an attempt to retrieve my cousin from my stomach.” “You think she’s still alive?” Pierre asked. “To be honest, no. But uncle Gary won’t stop until he finds her, she probably just digested the day I ate her.” I said. “Or flooded by mustard.” Pierre said. “You’re probably right. I said, giggling. “How many people have you swallowed to be exact?” Pierre asked me. “Let’s see, I think I swallowed my parents, according to my uncles theory, I swallowed my cousin, and then that guy at the mustard factory when we were 14.” I said. “Ohh yeahhh!” Pierre said. “Yk, that was the day I developed feelings for you.” He said, grabbing my hand with his free hand. “Really? Why?” I asked. “Well, we just always had so much fun together and that day was one of the best, you telling me the story of how you swallowed that guy and how much we laughed, it was just such an amazing moment.” Pierre said, blushing hard. “I never really gave it a second though but I always thought you were cute.” I said. We flirted back and fourth until we got to my house. “You ready to see this project go down?” I asked Pierre. “Ready as ever.” Pierre said.

We walked in and uncle Gary lead us to the basement. “Here it is!” Uncle Gary said. It was some huge contraption with a harness and a bunch of rope. Before I could say anything his friend hand cuffed me to a pole and roped my legs to it too. “What the hell?” I shouted. “Hey, let my boyfriend go!” Pierre yelled at Dave trying to get through. Uncle Gary looked shocked and said “boyfriend?” “Ye a boyfriend! Now un cuff me!” I said. “This is just apart of the project don’t worry hunter.” I calmed down a bit. “Fine, explain the project to me.” I said. “So here show it works, me and Dave spent a while on this as you know, there is a ton of rope and by a ton I mean a ton! There is some much rope because it was travel down your throat. We put someone on a harness and you swallow them, the rope will keep running and once the person gets in your stomach and gets my daughter we bring the rope back up!” He said. “What if it doesn’t work?” I said. “It will, we just need someone to go down your throat.” Uncle Gary said. “I will!” Pierre said. “No way Pierre, what if it doesn’t work?“ I said. “It will, I trust your uncle and so should you.” Pierre said. “That’s the spirit!” My uncle said. I watched as they put Pierre into the harness. “I won’t open my mouth! I won’t let this happen!” I yelled. Pierre gently walked over to my and said, “I’ll be back soon babe.”. He kissed me on the lips, stuck his tongue into my mouth which cause me to instantly swallow him. The second I did the top on the machine started going. Dave stood on the machine and said “it’s working!”I could hardly think, my boyfriend might get lost inside me! Just as that thought crossed my mind the worst thing imaginable happened. The rope in the machine jammed, causing the machine to rip out of the ground with Dave o top of it, and for it to go down my throat. He was gone.

Chapter 2. The runaway

“Dave!” Gary exclaimed. “THATS ALL YOU FUCKING CARE ABOUT?!” I screamed and cried. “I JUST FUCKING ATE MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE OF YOU!” “Hey, no need to raise voices.” Gary said. I saw red mixed with the tears in my eyes. I was so fucking angry and ripped out of the cuffs and rope. I stomped over to Gary and lifted him by his neck, “YOUR FUCKING NEXT!” I yelled. I opened my mouth and started bringing him closer to it, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck, he shoved a needle in my neck! I just collapsed to the floor.

I just woke up, in my bedroom. Was it all a dream? Just then I realized, I was chained to my bed! My legs were also tied to my bed, I was stuck. I couldn’t do anything. Then my door opened.

Gary walked in and sat on my bed. “Hey kid-“ he tried to start. “Get the fuck out before I swallow you.” I said, trying to sound tough and hold back my tears. “Look, you don’t understand how hard loosing my daughter was, all I did was try to get her back!” He snapped. “And what about me? I lost my boyfriend!”. I said. “So now we’ve both experienced loss, let’s work together now to get them back.” He said. “Get who back? Everyone is digested! My parents, Dave, Lillian, and my boyfriend! There is no possible way to get them back!” I snapped. “If they did digest you would be able to poop, but you’ve never done that before.” He said. “And my stomach hasn’t grown either! There’s no way to avoid the fact that I have some powerful stomach acid or something like that!” I said. “Or, there’s another world in your stomach hunter.” He said. “Your crazy, leave my room.” I said. “Just watch.” He said. He picked up my dresser and put it in my mouth, it instantly dispersed into my still flat stomach. “See? It’s in the world in your stomach.” He said. “All that happened is my clothes are forever digested, NOW LEAVE!” I yelled. He just patted me on the stomach and walk out.

I need to do something, to leave! How do I escape? I noticed that the chains tied to my bed, if I could get one in my mouth then I would swallow them, freeing myself. I turned my head and bit onto a chain, they all broke off of my limbs and went down my throat. Nice. I had to get out now. I grabbed my wallet and phone and got ready to jump out my window before I thought, so I swallow him? Before I could think I heard footsteps, dashed out the window right then.

Where do I go? *gurgle*. Idk but I need to run before Gary comes outside. I hopped our fence and ran out, should of grabbed a bike but I was to focused on leaving. I ran into an alleyway and just layer against the wall. Then it all went black.

Chapter 3: the streets

I woke up to an officer hitting my cheek. “He’s awake.” The officer said. “What are you doing out here buddy?” Asked the officer. “Sleeping..” I said. “Do you have a home?” The second officer chimes in. “N-no, I don’t.” I said. “Really now? We have reason to believe you are some kid that ran away right now, you look like the description.” The first officer said. Shit, did Gary call the cops? How do I escape? I sat up and tried to run but the first officer grabbed me, “not so fast, cuff him.” He said. I turned around “let go of me before you regret it.” I said. “Don’t threaten a cop!” The second one said. “Alright, you asked for it.” I said. I bit into the first cop, swallowing him then I turned around to the second one who had a horrified look on his face. “Scared?” I asked. He stood there speechless, slowly backing up, holding out his gun shaking his arm. I walked over to him and swallowed his gun, then I yanked the cuffs from his hand. “Get against the wall before I swallow you too.” I said. He did just that and I cuffed his hands. I was about to leave but I saw him grab his speaker activate, I couldn’t risk him telling what happened, I swallowed this officer too. I can’t believe I just did that, swallowed four people in the span of 24 hours! I was about to flea but I saw a kid about my age peaking around the corner, fuck I’ve been spotted. I ran over to him and grabbed him from under his shoulders and lifted him up the wall. “Did you see that?” I asked, trying to sound threatening. “Woah chill out man!” He said. “Yes, I watched the whole thing, that was awesome!” He said. “Sorry but, I can’t risk anything getting out.” I opened my jaw to swallow him but he used his leg to kick it shut. “He man, I ain’t gonna tell.” He said. “How do I know that?” I asked. “How about I stay here with you, if I’m here then I can’t tell anyone.” He said. I dropped him, “why do you want to stay with me? You saw what I just tried to do.” I said, leaning against the wall. He joined me against the wall and said “because, I think it’s cool! The way you just swallowed that first guy and then gave the second guy illusion of safety then eating him too! Epic!”. “Wow uhm, thanks. But I didn’t swallow them just because, I actually feel really bad. Their lives are over now but I didn’t have a choice!” I said. “No I get it, so you’re a runaway?” He asked. “Uhm yeah, it’s a long story.” I said. “Let’s hear it.”

I explained a lot from how I could swallow people without stomach growth and everything with Pierre and then with uncle Gary, Gary I mean, I even mentioned the mustard factory story. He just listened and it was rather comforting to be honest. I finished telling him and he said “that’s so crazy! And I’m sorry to hear about your psycho uncle and boyfriend.” He said. We kinda just talked for hours after that, I learned his name was Tatum, Tate for short.

A few hours later he giving me a hug while laying his head against my chest. I kinda put my arm around him too, it was getting cold outside so we kinda snuggled against each other. “It’s getting cold out, you should probably go to your house so your parents don’t get worried.” I said. “If only I had a house and parents.” He said. “You don’t?” I asked. “Basically I’m an orphan, parents left me when I was born. I’ve been bullied my whole life and living there is just hell man, so I’d rather sleep out here.. with you.” He said. “Sorry to hear, and sure, where do we sleep?” I asked. “Right here, he said.”. I laid down in my back putting my hands behind my head and Tate laid next to me, he put his head on my chest and on hand on my stomach. “You don’t mind me doing this, do you?” He asked. “No, it’s actually warmed like this.” I said. I fell asleep shortly after that.

Chapter 4: freeload

I woke up to a rubbing sensation on my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw Tate, sitting up and rubbing my stomach, looking into my eyes. “Rise and shine.” He said. “Hey, what are you doing?” I asked him. “You should of heard how loud your stomach was grumbling, it even woke me up, I started doing this and it tamed down, you should really eat thought, especially for a boy with a hunger such as yours.” He said giggling. “Sorry for waking you Tate, but sure, I have my wallet right he-“ I felt around for my wallet, it was gone! “Where’s my wallet?” I said. Tate stopped rubbing my stomach “did it get stolen?” He asked. “Great, now we can’t afford food.” I said. Tate said “well I can’t but we both know you can.”. “What do you mean?” I asked him. “I can’t eat a person, but you can!” He said. “I mean you’re right but I don’t want to take someone’s life.” I said. “I mean it’s a cool way to die, if I had to die a certain way your stomach would be a top contender.” He laughed. I kinda laughed and asked “well, who would I eat?”. “Idk, just wait for someone to walk by.” He said. A minute later some guy walked by. “Hey! Come here!” Tate yelled out. The guy came down and said “what’s wrong little man?”. Tate stood up and punched the man in the temple, knocking him out. “Wow Tate.” I said, I could of just eaten him without hurting him.” I said. “But now we have his wallet!” Tate said handing it to me. “Now eat up, I liked watching you eat those cops.” Tate said. I grabbed the man and lifted him up, onto my lap. I grabbed his head and put it in my mouth, swallowing him instantly. “That was so cool!” Tate exclaimed.

I opened up the man’s wallet “omg!” I yelped! There’s so much money! Tate yelled out “we’re rich!” There’s was a thick stack of all $100s.

Me and Tate decided on going to a store. Tate was grabbing all sorts of food. We went down the condiment section and he grabbed a bottle of mustard and I told him, “we don’t have to buy that, I have a life promised of mustard at the factory remember?”. “So what, we’re rich.” He said, throwing the whole pack into the cart.

We checked out at the front of the store, the total was $500! We could obviously afford that but still!

When we got back to the alley Tate opened a bag of chips and started eating them like he hadn’t had food in a million years. “Slow down.” I said jokingly. “I could eat a whole person!” Tate said. “So could I.” I said, joyfully grabbing Tate and bringing his head close to my mouth. “Wow out of all the snacks here you chose me.” Tate said. “I chose the tastiest one.” I said. Tate laughed and so did I.

Tate liked to watch me eat, not sure why. He even put food into my mouth. And even had me swallow some of those mustard bottles, whole!

“I thought you bought these mustard bottles for yourself.” I said to Tate. “What? I hate mustard.” Tate said. My jaw dropped “how is it possible to hate mustard?“ I asked. “It’s gross!” He said. “I’ll make you like it!” I said. I grabbed a bottle and popped the lid open before getting on top of him, I help his mouth open with one hand and squirted mustard in his mouth with the other hand, I let his mouth fill all the way up before shut his jaw with my hands, he struggled there for a minute but I refused to let go, he finally swallowed his and I let go of him. “Wasn’t that bad was it?” I asked him. “It was that bad!” He said. We joked around for a minute and he changed the subject “are you able to lick things without swallowing them?” Tate asked. “Uhm, not sure.” I said. He held a bag of chips out infront of me and I licked it, nothing happened. He then said “lick my face.”. “What?” I asked. “Do it.” He said. I liked his face, he tasted good, it kinda made me drool. He noticed and said “do I taste that good?”. “Yeah actually.” I said tackling him to the ground, licking his whole face, there was a lot of laughing involved. He was covered in my saliva when he said “lick my body now.” Ripping off his shirt. He had a really nice body, I liked it all over. He was covered in my saliva by now. “Will you spare eating me now?” He asked. “Idk I’ll have to think about it.” I said as we both laughed. He then grabbed my chin and we got super close. I wasn’t sure if I was over Pierre by then but he pulled me in, I didn’t resist. We kissed on the lips for about 5 seconds before pulling away. I just looked into each others eyes and then we kissed again. He then said. “Let’s get a hotel room.” I realized we had the money to do so.

Chapter 5 - trials of error

We got a room and moved in all of our stuff. Tate pounced on the bed next to me, he only showered 15 minutes but it felt much longer. his presence made me happy. But I feel awful for Pierre, I mean what if unc- Gary was right? No way.. but if Pierre came out and I ended up with tate what would happen?? Polyamory is an option but I also don’t like the idea and neither does Pierre, not too sure about tate.

“Are you gonna sit there and look pretty or are you gonna talk to me?” I heard Tate’a voice call next to me. “Sorry, I’m.. thinking.” I said. He scorched closer to me grabbing my chin and said “well you don’t make these thought look too happy.” Tate said. “Because they aren’t” I said, making my tone quieter. “What’s there to worry?” Tate said, ruffling my hair. I finally looked him in the eyes, my eyes were swelled up in tears. “Woah woah. What’s going on?” He asked pulling me into a hug, resting my head on his chest and moving my hair out of my eyes. Can I tell him I don’t want to move on yet? That would crush him! But relationships are built off honesty. But it would crush him! “Tate.. I just.” I tried to start. A ten second pause filled the room with anticipating silence.

“I didn’t have time to process this..” I said. “Our relationship?” Tate said, sounding concerned. “Just everything. This is day 2 of running away after my boyfriend died and apparently Gary told the police I ran away so we could be caught and my boyfriend just died too! Or is he alive. Maybe nobody died! Maybe my stomach is another world!!” I jumbled, not even sure if what I said made sense.

To my surprise Tate lifted up my head to make eye contact with him. “I totally understand, this is too much to process and it honestly was rude of me to start making moves right away, i apologize for that.” Tate said. “Please don’t apologize!! I really like you, a lot! But just so much is happening I didn’t take time to process, and I don’t believe anyone is alive in me, I’m a monster that just digests whatever goes in my mouth! I swallowed my cousin over a dumb tablet!! Gary managed to forgive me and I did this, but then he killed my boyfriend! But then he could be alive I just don’t know!” I stammered. Tate said nothing but he pulled my head into his chest and turned off the lights, he played with my hair while I cried into his chest, soon falling asleep.

Chapter 6, self experiments

“He, hunter!“ “hunterrr” “wakey wakey” I opened my eyes to Tate. “Hey Tate, morning.” I said while yawning. “ I stayed up last night and I have some ideas”! “Ideas? Like what?” I asked Tate.

“How to test if there is life in your stomach!” Tate said. “How would we do that.” I asked. “I have no clue but I composed some ideas and went to the store to pick up items!!” Tate exclaimed.

“So first I have a question” Tate leaned over infront of me. “What is it.” I asked, still trying to process what’s going on. “When you swallow something can you feel it enter your stomach?” Tate asked. “Uhm.. kinda..?” I hesitated. “What’s kinda?” Tate asked. “Well I feel it go down my throat but I don’t feel it enter anything, it just goes away kinda.” I said.

“Aha!” Tate exclaimed “I think my theory is correct.” He sounded like an absolute nerd. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Your stomach has to be like infinitely big or at least pretty huge, there’s no law or science behind it but since you can’t feel anything hit your stomach then either it enters a new dimension or whatever enters your stomach shrinks!” Tate explained. That actually kinda made sense, which was it? “My stomach can’t be infinitely big, that’s impossible!” I said. “And swallowing people or anything whole was thought to be aswell.” Tate smirked.

“So what kinda experiments are you gonna do.” I asked. “Dangerous ones” Tate said. I didn’t like the sound of that .

To briefly explain what happened he started with a tape measured and carefully made sure it didn’t touch any wall of my mouth or throat and got it 4 feet long before he wobbled it and it went straight down to the void. He also took a meter stick and touched it on my tongue, it flew down my throat but that didn’t make sense because I could lick things but if it touched my tongue in my mouth I still swallowed it. We did a few more things, he basically tried to “stuff me to my limits” which didn’t necessarily work, I did burp though which is scarce.

“So what now” I asked Tate. “You aren’t gonna like this part.” Tate said. “What.” I asked, hesitantly. “We go to your uncle.” Tate said, straight faced. “Do we.. have to?” I asked. “If you want to figure out this mystery we need science, he has what we need. You need to trust me.” Tate said. Oh I could slap him! “Fine..” I said, very unhappy sounding. Tate gave me a smooch on the cheek and said “your gonna get Pierre back soon.

That kept me up all night. Did I want Pierre back? Yes! Did I want to date tate? Yes! What do I do?

Chapter 7. Preparations and goodbyes

I woke up on tates naked chest, he made a great pillow. I shook him awake and he groggily opened his eyes. I pulled him in for a hug and kissed him on the lips, you ready? I asked. “As I ever could be.”

It took a lot of courage returning to Gary’s house. “Can you knock.” I asked Tate. “Sure.” Tate knocked on the door. The door opened 5 seconds later to a shocked Gary. “HUNTER! IVE WORRIED ABOUT TOU DAY AND NIGHT!” He said, pulling me into a hug. “Who’s the friend?” Gary asked. “Hello sir, I’m Tate.” Before Gary could continue Tate said “I figured out what hunters stomach’s nature is.” Let me tell you about it.

Tate and Gary had a 30 minute conversation while I sat in the chair I had swallowed Pierre in, I wanted to cry almost, but I had to keep it together.

“Hunter.” Gary called. Hunter walked into the living room. “We need to re-try the experiment. The one that took your boyfriend in you, Tate has volunteered, I’ll let you guys talk.” Gary stepped outside. “Please-“ I started. “Remember how I said if I could die anyway it would be in your stomach. “You have fascinated me so much. It’s been very few days but I’ve developed such strong feelings for you, feelings you can’t return, Pierre is in you, alive and I’m gonna do what it takes to make you happy. Don’t turn this down, it’s gonna work.” Tate said, tearing up. “Tate, I do like you, and Pierre is Gone, I was ready to accept that, if you can only grab one person make it my cousin. I love Pierre but I can move on.” I said. Tate couldn’t talk.

Gary walked in. “Are we going through with this?” He asked. “Yes” me and Tate answered at the same time. Let’s begin.

Gary lead us to the basement where a higher tech version of the machine before. “I remodeled it while you were gone. It will work this time.” Gary said. Tate harnessed himself into the machine but he walked over to me first, he kissed me, on the lips, like Pierre. Then he disappeared and all I saw was rope shooting down my throat.

Chapter 8 - suspense

Each second becomes longer, no malfunctions, Gary is standing in the machine like Dave was doing, I’d warn him but words couldn’t come out of my mouth. “He has 2 minutes.” Gary said.

30 seconds passed

1 minute passed

30 seconds left, each heartbeat was louder and slower, no sound could fill the room.

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15 seconds, then, a bang, a thump, he felt his stomach move, he felt movement in his stomach

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1, out emerged Tate and Lillian.

“TATE!” I yelled hugging my saliva covered best friend.

“Oh my Lillian, my Lillian, I can see your face again.” Gary cried, stream tears and hugged her.

Lillian looked at me “I am so sorry Lillian.” I said. “It’s-it’s okay.” Lillian said. She hugged me. “Just, six years of your life..gone over a tablet.” I cried and hugged her, also drenched In saliva.

After 30 minutes of discussion I mustered up the courage. “How did you survive and what was it like.

Lilian had a lot to say “honestly not horrible, your parents are in there too, they heard a lot about your life through Pierre, he misses you a lot. This random dude from a mustard factory is also in there. And some guy that remembered being knocked out too. And then two cops. But you ate a lot so we had food, it was almost endless, you could see everything you’ve ever eaten, theres clothes, room decore, lots of food, and it doesn’t even smell that bad to be honest.” Lillian look at my stomach, “we need to get everyone else out”.

Gary asked “why did you choose Lillian over Pierre?”. “It’s what you dreamed of for years, and I found new love.” I said, kissing Tate.

We all went upstairs, Lillian was showering and Tate was waiting his turn while I grabbed a bag of chips, I put one in my mouth, nothing happened, it didn’t launch down my throat. “OMG.” I yelled, all I could think. Gary and Tate asked what’s wrong and I showed them my new found ability. Tate walked over and out his hand in my mouth, nothing. “IM FREE!” I exclaimed. “But what about everyone else in your stomach?” Uncle Gary asked. A sudden wave of guilt passed over me.. I couldn’t answer that.

Tate answered for me “they are probably digesting.”. My stomach did feel.. bigger.. I tore my shirt off to see it expanding out. “You’re bloated man.” Tate said, he rubbed my stomach.

Lillian came out of the bathroom, she overheard the whole thing. She walked over to my stomach and put her hand on it. “My love goes out to your parents, they raised me in your stomach.” Lillian said, starting to tear, I joined her and we hugged, Tate took this as an opportunity to get in the shower so we could have a family moment.

3 months later.

Life is so much better now, I actually feel.. normal. Me and Tate are about to have our 3 month anniversary. And Lillian got enrolled to my school, my parents homeschooled her well enough for her to pick back up in school. Tate ended up moving in with me, Lillian, and uncle Gary, he adopted Tate from the foster care home, but we don’t consider ourselves cousins, that would just be weird. Another wonderful thing is I can eat in public like at school!

Thanks to everyone who read this, I spent a while writing so much appreciation!!