#hm julia

[pansy-picnics]

i completely forgot why i drew this

[aleisters]

julia: i distracted the referee then cheated to win :D malakai, brody, buddy who've been extremely mad about other people cheating recently and been playing very fair: well.

[dirbenaffleck]

1923 ‧ The War Has Come Home

[chiropteracupola]

The People Have Requested A Granby, and By Golly, A Granby They Shall Have!

[catastrxblues]

NOTTING HILL (1999) | "i live in notting hill. you live in beverly hills. everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name."

[liuisi]

my cousin is trying to convince me that everyone calls john mcarthur jmac

[oops-thats-a-rooster]

When I was younger and playing Island of Happiness, I was in love with Vaughn. Which is only partly a lie, I had a crush on Vaughn.

My heart belonged to Julia

[jokerislandgirl32]

When the love is pure, and true, and good, It’s the best kind of insane…

[2leggedshark]

Anyone else think the ginger looks like a lesbian sometimes

[lycastanne]

pro-hero!bakugou is so busy, as expected since he's a hero after all. a great one at that. he avoids relationships, because he's aware about how he cant properly manage his time. he wont go around giving hopes to people, he is a straight forward man.

but fuck, when he sees you in some movie premiere which his friend acts in, he really wants to try commit a relationship with you.

you're a journalist, he noticed from the mic you held and the logo around it. ah, you work for a big entertainment media or magazine? he's not sure. your body language shows that you're confident, he likes that.

he didn't even realize when you start talking to him.

“mr. dynamight, im (name) (last name) from vogue. can we ask you questions regarding the movie?” you asked politely.

“tch, dont make me wait too long.” he said, keeping the nonchalant act.

you gestures to your cameraman partner to get ready. once the camera is ready, you start to introduce yourself and him. he watches you with a small smirk, clearly enjoying this.

“dynamight, we hear that you're not a big fan of romcom movies, is that true? does this movie change your perspective of romcom movies?”

“yes.”

you furrowed your brows, confused.

“okay... moving on, who's the first one that comes to your mind when you hear 'queen or king of romcom'?”

“julia roberts. i think.” there's a questionable pause.

“i love her too! especially in notting hill. i watched notting hill when i was 14 and since then library date is my dream date.” you rambles, all giggly and smiley.

“have you been to one?”

“hm? im sorry?”

“the library date, i can take you. if you want to i guess.” his tone isn't exactly friendly but his reddened cheeks makes you realize that he doesn't mean it the mean way.

“id love to, y- yes— oh my god.” you stutter.

“i have to have your number then.”

since you don't carry your business card and there's only a pen, bakugou let you write your number on his arm.

“good, call you later, dollface.” within a blink he's gone.

your flabbergasted face is the only thing you could muster.

“is the camera still on?”

“its live.”

[jokerislandgirl32]

Kissing Murdock under the mistletoaster. Because he would absolutely do this, and I can just imagine him saying this.

[pieandflannel]

౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ late night ride

pairing: soldier boy x fem!reader

summary: what happens when it’s late at night, there is no lock on the door and the two of you find yourself horny? the clear obvious.

cw: 18+ smut.ᐟ reverse cowgirl.ᐟ unprotected p n v [wrap it up silly].ᐟ established relationship [dating].ᐟ degrading.ᐟ dirty talk.ᐟ slight nipple play and biting.ᐟ cussing.ᐟ name calling [sweetheart, good girl, slut, whore].ᐟ a little filthy tbh.ᐟ

word count: 733

julia yaps: i haven’t written a smut in ages so please bear with me as i may be a lil rusty.

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you lift your skirt up to reveal your pretty little panties, the way the lace hugs your delicious curves drives soldier boy absolutely over the edge.

soldier boy doesn’t hesitate for even a second to slide your soaking wet panties to the side and position the tip of his cock at your dripping wet entrance.

your breath hitches as you slowly sink down his thick length, your pussy lips hugging his cock, making his mouth fall agape as he feels your warm gummy walls tightly around his throbbing cock.

soldier boy grabs you by your waist and helps you sit fully down on him, making you feel every single inch of him stretching you out so good you almost see stars. “f-fuck..” you whimper.

without a further ado you start slowly bouncing up and down his rock hard length, a shaky moan escaping your parted lips.

your eyes glued to the door, keeping an eye on anyone that’s to walk in on you sitting on soldier boy’s cock. the thought of getting caught making you feel excitement grow in the pit of your stomach. he bites down a groan of his own, his hands sneaking up your shirt, his fingers caressing your lace fabric before replacing your bra with his calloused hands. kneading your soft flesh.

you desperately try to keep in your sounds as he starts playing with your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers, causing you to let out a small shaky moan.

your hands taking a hold onto his knees for some support as your pussy continues to repeatedly swallow his whole length. he pulls you closer to him, your back against his chest.

a white creamy ring forming at his base as you continuously fuck yourself on his girthy cock.

“look at you being a dirty little cock slut, fucking yourself on my cock while others are in the other room” he growls into your ear with his raspy voice as one of his hands leaves your breasts and slides down to circle your swollen clit, earning a cry from you.

“you’d like to be caught by them with my cock buried deep inside your tight little cunt, hm? oh you love the idea, don’t you? my little whore” He whispers all kinds of degrading filth in your ear that just brings you closer and closer to the edge.

his fingers furiously working at your clit,

“now I want you to be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock, think you can do that for me sweetheart?” his deep voice ringing in your ears, his beard gently brushing against your neck and shoulder.

“y-yes” is all you manage to reply, you feel your orgasm building at a dangerously quick pace.

“i-i’m so close ben” you try to keep your voice down to a minimum as your walls tighten harshly around him, drawing out a moan from his lips. his orgasm chasing yours.

you cover your mouth with your hand, holding in your sounds as you cream all over his dick. your pussy throbbing around him, milking him.

he continues to circle your clit but now at a steady pace making sure to draw out your climax to the max.

your legs shaking, thighs burning, but you keep sloppily bouncing up and down, his hips buck up to meet yours. soldier boy was chasing his own orgasm now which didn’t take long since your pussy violently swallowed his girth each time you sank down.

you felt him twitching inside of you. soldier boy bites your shoulder as he tries to mute his own moans as his cock spills thick ropes of white inside of you. his grip on your hips tightening to a point it’ll leave bruises on the next day.

next thing you know there is a bang on the door which made you flinch and freeze on his lap. soldier boy’s cock still inside of you. his warm and heavy breath hitting the back of your neck.

“oi, knock it off the two of you” butcher’s angry voice can be heard from the other side of the door, “some of us are tryin to fucking sleep here”

“sorry billy” you apologise in a soft voice. a blush crawling up your cheeks.

“thin walls huh?” soldier boy chuckles, unfazed and slightly amused. His hand reaching out for the cigarette that is in the ashtray.

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[nctwarri0rs]

Kiss The Cook!

Erik Campbell x Reader

based on an anon i got:

no warnings! just pure silliness and family fun. Kiss the cook! 1k words :)

You had forgotten all about the gift you had gotten Erik for Christmas.

That was until the Campbell family get together you got invited to this weekend. Every first weekend of summer, the family would meet up at Howard and Brenda’s house and grill out. Bobby on drinks, Erik on grill, Julia on music, and Charlie on entertainment. Usually, Stefani would also be there trying to help out, but had been absent the past couple of years due to college not ending till later.

You had been invited the past three years, for as long as you and Erik had been a thing. It was nice to be around the family, and they treated you like you were a part of it. The Campbells had always been welcoming to anyone- even the friends of Bobby’s who were too rowdy, or Julia’s “secret” boyfriend that came in and out of the picture.

At about 4:00, you pulled into the driveway of the house, practically jumping out of the car and making a B-line to the backyard. Just had you as foretold, everyone was in their spots: Bobby on drinks, Julia on music, Charlie on entertainment, and Erik on-

… What the hell was Erik wearing?

He turned around to look at you, a shit eating grin on his face. He remembered your Christmas present. A brand new apron for grilling, “kiss the chef” written in red cursive on the front. You hated it. It looked perfect on him.

“Hey! Glad you made it. Do you like the outfit?” Erik asked, speed walking over to you and giving you a side hug.

You suppressed a giggle while talking, “You look great, I think!”

“Well I’m happy you bought it sweetheart.” You heard Brenda’s voice from behind you, who had been carrying out brownies that she had made. “Gives me an excuse to give my boy a kiss.”

She gave Erik a kiss on the forehead, leading him to turn red with a shy smile. “She loves it. I love it. Should get me more kisses than usual, right?”

You tilted your head, thinking. You could give in, smother him in kisses and tell him about how sweet he is. Or you could be evil.

You chose to be evil.

“Hm, I dunno. Test it out.” You shrugged your shoulders, patting him on the back, and leaving to go ask Bobby if he needed help. Erik looked shocked, but he was way more than willing to play into the challenge.

After making a couple of drinks with Bobby, the family all sat down right near the grill. The hotdogs that Erik had been cooking were finishing up, so they took the last few minutes to wind down from messing around.

“So, how's the wife and kids?” Julia asked jokingly, looking up at you and taking a sip of her vodka and orange juice mix.

You nodded with a smile, “Ah, the wife is great. The kids? Had to ship them to boarding school."

Julia couldn't help but laugh, “I mean, if they act anything like Kiki, you might have to.”

The mention of Erik, you, and children in the same conversation almost made you choke on your dr pepper. You turned completely red, but luckily for you Erik had finished the hot dogs. He came over carrying a whole tray. Handing them out one by one with tongs, he got yours and his last. Before he put yours on your plate, he hesitated.

“You know, you have to follow the rules to get fed.” He teased, setting one on his plate instead.

“Mmm… you don't pay the bills here.” You smiled up at him as you took one of the dogs from the tray. “I think I follow the rules enough.”

Erik’s face dropped, slouching back into the chair and placing the rest of the dogs in the middle of the table. He hadn't taken off his apron. On purpose, obviously. He wouldn't until he got that kiss, and he was getting it one way or another.

The whole family dug into their meals almost immediately. Before Erik could even get to his food, Bobby and Charlie were already grabbing for seconds. You couldn’t help but laugh. This was the type of family you had dreamed of. Nice house, nice backyard, happy kids (even if they weren't yours- maybe Bobby’s or Julia’s)

The sound of Erik taking your half finished plate woke you from your daydream. You looked up to see him still pouting, taking in his finished plate and yours.

“Oooh… I think he’s upset that you won’t kiss the cook.” Bobby snickered, smiling over at you.

You rolled your eyes, smiling back as you got up to follow him. “Erik, Erik!”

“Whaaaat?” he groaned back, more dramatically than ever. He put his plate in the trash and yours on the counter, guarding it with his body.

You stood in front of him, folding your arms across your chest. “Give me my plate.”

Erik shrugged, leaning one arm on the counter. “You didn’t follow the rules, soooo….” You could tell he was being silly. He had the half smirk on his face he would give you when he was messing around. However, he was not going to stand down from this.

You were hungry. You needed the food, so you gave in. On your tippy toes, you gave Erik a kiss on the forehead. “Better?”

He scoffed, taking his hands and putting him at your waist. “Show me a real kiss, please?”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, leaning in and giving him the deepest kiss you could physically give. He smiled into it, knowing he had won. Both of you refused to separate from each other's lips for a good few seconds.

Until Bobby came in through the screen door, a huge grin on his face. “Mom said she’s about to cut the brownies!”

Erik pulled away, looking over at Bobby, “Oo, brownies!” 

He let go of you, taking your hand to leave out the door, with you grabbing your plate with your other hand.

[barcapix]

hihihihi I love your writing style likeee so much (?!) heh. so could I request a story with gavi (I miss your gavi fics) where pablo convinces reader to like go out with the other barca wags, but she’s attached to julia because she’s sick/scared to leave her, but gavi tells her to go and she gets worried and keeps phoning him or something (let’s say she’s worried because gavi can be clueless) and so comes home and they are asleep together? some fluff plz!! 💟

✮ Home Is Where The Heart Is - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: a pure domestic gavi in his attempt to look after his sick daughter whilst forcing you to go out for a night out.

a/n: crying, sobbing i love how you used julia as the example (and another req with julia in it) IT MELTS MY HEARTTT. but omg thank youu

warnings: nooope.

this has been your third consecutive hour in sitting on the exact same position of your sofa.

your daughter, julia, was sick—terribly sick in fact, that she struggled even more so in detaching herself from you. her tiny arms clung to your waist, her head buried in your lap.

she was warm—too warm—and her temperature was only intensifying by the second; every two minutes, she emitted the faintest whimper as she shifted uncomfortably.

pablo stood infront of you, arms crossed. “mi amor, just go with them.”

he nodded towards your phone, which was incessantly lighting up with messages from your friends—as it had been all night.

“pablo, no,” you shook your head repulsively, soothing gossamer circles on her back. “she’s far too sick. i can’t leave her.”

“she’s fine cariño,” he insisted. “it’s only a little fever, it’s nothing she can handle. besides, i can take care of her.”

you shot him a skeptical look. “you?”

he scoffs, plodding down next to you. “yes. me. what, you don’t think i can handle my own daughter?”

“it’s not that,” you say, even though, truthfully it kind of was. it wasn’t that gavi didn’t love her—he adored her, and would do anything for the price of her happiness.

but.. he was also gavi. he forgets things. he gets easily distracted; he panics so easily.

and most importantly, julia needed you.

as if proving your point, she coughed weakly, snuggling closer to you. you kissed her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her skin.

pablo softened at the sound, reaching out to rake his fingers through her curls. “mi neña..”

julia dreamily blinked up at him, then whined. “mamá, no te vayas.” (mamá no don’t go)

your heart clenched, and you look up at your husband with a look that screamed see?

though you knew it was futile, because he’d always been too stubborn to listen—like a relentless drunk driver that was scolding you for obeying the speed limit on a road.

with a lenient tug, he tried to pry her away from you with an unusual patience. he was consistent but calm and although she clung to you awhile, she eventually caved in.

you frowned. “don’t force her—”

“shh,” he hushed you. “i’ve got her.”

you watched warily, still unsure, as he rocked her from side to side in his own brawny arms. julia was dozing off again, as he was lispering little words of comfort to her.

“mi pobre bebe,” he cooed. “te duele, mi amor?”

she sniffled, blinking sleepily. “sí…”

“lo sé princesa,” he hummed, lightly kissing her clammy forehead. “but papás got you, hm?”

julia let out a soft sigh, burying her head into his chest in a crave to fall asleep again.

pablo laughed almost wickedly, gunning you a cocky i told you so grin. “see? i think she loves me more if anything.”

you stood up, rolling your eyes.

although on a serious note, concern still gnawed at you. “she’s exhausted pablo, she hasn’t eaten anything all day.”

“your just trying to distract me from being the favourite parent,” gavi wiggled his brows.

“hey! i’m serious,” you deadpan, as your phone rapidly flashes on the sofa. it buzzes of messages from the other wags; their pleads for you to join them inevitable.

with his free hand, gavi placed a reassuring touch onto your shoulder, promoting you to look at him.“cariño.. just go out for a little bit. you deserve some time for yourself.”

you bit your lip, picking up your phone.

mikkey: c’mon babe, we never see youuu

taia: if i don’t see you leave your front door, i’ll personally escort you out (eu vou arrastar você para fora).

anna: seriously !! take a break y/n. we promise pablo won’t kill her.

katrine: or himself.

abigail: pls con amigosss. </3

as if pablo could sense your internal conflict: “i promise ill take care of her. this is what you signed up for when we had a child.”

you disbelievingly laughed, looking back at julia snug in your husbands arms. she looked so at peace, so fragile and delicate that your heart splintered at her vulnerability.

“look,” gavi urged, holding onto your hand. “i’ll give her all the medicine she needs, i’ll make sure she eats and i won’t let her out of my sight.”

being the hypervigilant mother you are, even often being scolded for the paranoia, began listing the things she needed on your fingers.

“first of all, she needs her amoxicillin. it’s in the cabinet in the top right. but be careful because she will only take it if it’s mixed with raspberry yoghurt—which is also in the fridge,” you saw gavi shoot his eyes wide.

“then, it’s important to know she needs her fluids. don’t focus too much on any solid foods, because she’s not advised to eat that. it’s more about the runny foods that helps soothe her throat,” again—you were rambling, probably for the worst. “and then for bed, she needs to go earlier. do you know when?”

ohh boy, no he doesn’t not know.

but he’s too afraid that if he says no, you’ll snap.

pablo staid solid, glued in place, leisurely rocking julia in his arms as if that will distract you from his blank expression.

your tone was flat. “no, of course you don’t.”

“is it 8pm?”

“nope, it’s 7pm.”

“ah,” he smacked his lips together. “i was close.”

even now, he thought it’s was some funny joke. you drew at a loose hem of your shrug jacket, trying to defuse any spilt out anger.

through a breath of cool air, you said, “will you remember all of that?”

well, that’s where it gets tricky. yes it’s stuck in his head now, maybe from fear that if it’s not, you’ll strike him with a baby doll—but even he knows there’s a more than likely chance he’ll forget.

you shot him a deep sigh, rummaging around under the coffee table to find a much too-long strip of paper hidden beneath old relics.

the pen moves like lightning across the paper, repeating all what you had just explained. “i knew i’d have to do this.”

once you finish, you underline each important phrase with two lines. “okay. here.”

TEN MINUTES LATER… you find yourself reluctantly climbing inside the car. you casted one last glance back at the window, where the soft, warm light still glew from the lounge.

part of you hopes pablo will text you in the next ten minutes, saying julia wants you back.

but he doesn’t.

those five hours might of just been brutal.

the bar is too hot. the drinks are too sweet.

the music is thunderously deafening, yet somehow it can’t drown out the consuming ache gathering in your chest.

everyone is around you laughing. mikkey and katrine are taking shots with linked arms—half wasted in a mirage on the floor.

taia had offered you out onto the floor, anna has attempted to coax you along but it doesn’t work.

abigail is halfway through telling a story when she abruptly squinted at you. “where’s your head at tonight?” she shouted over the bassline. “you’re normally the first up there!”

“i think i’m gonna go. i’m not feeling too well.”

anna protested first, tugging at the bracelet on your wrist. “we only just got another round! is it that homesickness again?”

you somewhat nod and shake your head at the same time. “i know, i’m sorry. it kind of is.. julia was burning up before i left. i’m worried sick.”

“pablo has her,” mikkey said gently. “she’s gonna be okay. i know we all say it but, he isn’t a monster.”

no, but he is clueless.

“debatable,” the music faded out your words. “i think it is just best that i go. she needs me, and pablo.. he’s probably stressing out right now.”

they all laughed in agreement, exchanging hugs and polite goodbyes as they agreed to bodyguard you to the back door.

BACK HOME… there’s nothing louder than your own shallow breathing when you step foot back inside.

your heart swirled and spun against your ribs, seeking for them around the house—until you find them curled up on the middle of the sofa, eyes shut.

you’d never taken such a relieved breath.

pablo has one arm under her back, the other one on her knee like he’s keeping her safe. julia has her stumpy, small arms over his ear, and other lost in his hair.

you can’t blame her, you like that position too.

“pablo.. you awake?” your hand soothes up over his bicep, running along his veins.

his eyes flickered like he wasn’t actually asleep, just ‘closing [his] eyes’. there’s faint pillow scratches over his cheek as he craned his head upward.

“si.”

his voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while, just rested in the silence with her. pablo blinked up at you, dazed but smiling.

he glanced back down at julia, brushing his thumb lightly over her flushed cheek.

“she kept asking for you,” he uttered, “but she let me be her backup.. for tonight.”

gavi’s eyes met yours, a inane, sarcastic comment that you knew was going to follow. “i think i passed the test.”

your husband softly pats the cushion just between his legs, outstretching his arm. “c’mere.”

you took refuge beside both of them, splaying your fingers between your daughters unruly locks.

her mouth was wide open, gasping out small stutters and snores every-time a loose thread of hair of hers falls. she’s very much asleep.

“how was she tonight?”

“as pure as gold,” he smiled reverently. “she probably gets that from you.”

“she has your insanely untameable hair though,” you replied, grinning. “give her credit when it’s due.”

your lips met her temple first, then one to his cheek. “you did good,” as you leant your head on his shoulder. “you actually listened for.. once.”

“well, you did give me a whole scroll cariño,” he mused, licking at his lips. “i had no choice but to.”

your laugh is the kind that shakes your shoulders, but still doesn’t disturb julia in the slightest.

pablo’s spare arm tucked underneath your own, curling around your waist and held you close.

“don’t stay out too late next time,” he said after a interlude. “i’ve missed you.”

your eyes fluttered shut with a quiet contentment. “i’m gonna pretend like you didn’t force me out tonight,” you snorted. “but i’ve missed you too. ive missed both of you.”

home wasn’t always just four walls. sometimes it can just be two people.

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Oh this, yes, please! Most of my f/os aren’t the most fit guys, so I couldn’t do it with most of them…but I am imaging it with Murdock and Merrill for sure…Murdock has a well trained soldier’s body and Merrill was a baseball player 😉.

Sitting on f/o (who is doing pushups)

[russellsppttemplates]

Keep them away (Max Verstappen)

Even though it was part of his job, Max's rules were clear: no one could get close to you or the children

Note: english is not my first language. A couple of blurbs originated this one! I'm not sure how I feel about it, if I like it or not tbh...

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"I want to talk to you about something, liefje", Max said as you walked around the bedroom, laying out your clothes for the next day and taking off the jewellery you didn't like to sleep with.

"Is everything alright?", you asked pulling the covers and joining him in bed, holding his hand in yours and interlocking your fingers.

"It didn't occur to me until last week that now Finn can walk into the paddock without being on your arms or mine, and the stroller can only hide so much, and there will come a time when it will be the same for Julia, and I don't want the kids' faces on media in such a free and uncontrolled way", he admitted.

The last Grand Prix you attended made it real tp you. It seemed such a big step and something you thought people would respect intuitively, but the moment the photographers swarmed you and you had difficulty walking along the paddock to get to RedBull, you had enough.

"Me neither, but I get what you mean. Last week, I had to keep telling Finn to come close to me so I could sort of cover his face", you offered, "is there something we can make for that, though?", you wondered.

"Yes, I spoke to the team and they know about these forms where you can grant photographic allowances to certain photographers if they want to record or take pictures if we go down that route - it states who is allowed and what terms and conditions they can do it in inside the paddock. And there's also one for outside the paddock, if we sign it, it will mean no one can take pictures of you or the kids outside of the paddock and we'll be supported legally in case someone breaches it", Max assured.

"I like the sound of that, it does soothe my heart", you tapped your chest with your palm.

"I'll have them draw up the forms and then we can go over them together and sign then", he smiled, pulling you to his chest.

"I'm not saying we are keeping them away from the world - even though that would hardly be an issue - but having a restricted set of people in who we trust is doable", you mused, resting your head on his chest completely and kissing his skin, "I don't want them to do whatever they please with my little ones", you grumbled.

"Mama bear is out, hm?", Max chuckled, "but I agree, love, I wouldn't want it either".

.

"I can get the stroller, Sophie", you called for your mother in-law, letting her take Finn's hand instead as you walked out of the hotel, Max by your side as you strolled around the ses front, making some time before your lunch reservation.

Max wasn't racing until the next weekend, so you were making the most out of family time you could. To make things easier for you on the flight home, Sophie offered to come with you so you wouldn't have to fly back on your own with two kids since Max was flying straight to the city where the Grand Prix was being held.

"Is she going to fall asleep on the way there?", you peeped at the little girl, eyes droopy even though she tried her best to look at you and Max, "she didn't sleep all that well, so probably", your husband shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walked behind Sophie and Finn.

At first, Max thought it was his mind making things up and that people were taking pictures of the beach and the architecture details, so he set his guard down. When you sat down for lunch, though, it was obvious.

"They're taking pictures of us, aren't they?", Max asked as he pointed with his eyes to the group of three people holding cameras, suddenly pulling them from eyesight the moment they saw you both stare at them as one of the waiters came to the table.

"Mr. Verstappen, I'm sorry to bother you, but that group is asking if they can come closer for some pictures and it didn't seem like it was our place to decide that", he explained as Max sighed, "thank you for that - I'll go talk to them just now. We didn't want any of this to happen or for you, your colleagues or your clients to be bothered by this, it wasn't our intention", Max assured as the waiter nodded before excusing himself.

"I'm going to talk to them, I'll be right back", he told you, kissing the top of your head and stepping closer to them.

"Hello, it has come to my understanding - correct me if I'm wrong even though I'm probably right - that you're taking pictures of me and my family, and I won't allow it", he stated firmly but politely, not wanting to cause a scene despite his blood boiling.

"It was just of you, we'll edit everything else out, if we could jus-", one of them tried and Max drew the line there.

"We have made it clear! When my family is in the paddock, Finn, Julia and Y/N can be photographed by a closed group of photographers - and I know who they are because we allowed them and none of you are them! We are outside of the paddock so no one is allowed to take pictures of them to begin with, and then you're disrespecting the other people who work and who are eating here. We have given strict guidelines that are clear as we won't accept this!", Max spoke sternly.

Back at the table, Sophie took the pencil case out of the backpack so Finn could draw while you waited for the food,

"Why is papa talking to those people? Do we know them?", Finn asked, "they're taking pictures of us and papa and mama don't want that, so papa is telling them that", you explained, knowing your clever boy would catch up with it sooner than later and knowing honesty would be the way to go.

"You'd think they would get the boundaries you've set", Sophie told you, "especially with the kids around, it's a no brainer".

"They're always looking for anything to make a big great story of - if those pictures ever see daylight, they'll probably start calling me names and making assumptions they have no business or information to make", you groaned.

Max came back, sitting on the chair you saved for him, "they really didn't want to budge and they kept asking if they could "just take a few more" like I hadn't just told them that what they were doing was breaching agreements", he groaned lightly to make sure Finn didn't hear too much, looking at the stroller to see Julia was still taking a nap.

"Did you see the e-mail I sent you, liefje?", Max asked over FaceTime now that he had wished goodnight to both kids, meaning he had your attention all to himself now.

"I saw it was a statement, I didn't get to read anything else", you added, getting your iPad to read it properly.

"The team helped me make a statement about your privacy and the kids', so nothing else happens again", he stated.

Earlier this week, the social media department at RedBull noticed a photo of you circulating the press platforms, and judging by the location, you were indeed back home and not somewhere in the paddock to surprise Max, making the photo a breach of contract.

"Hopefully they take the hint", Max sighed, keeping his calm and collected attitude he wanted you to have too. For anyone else, Max always seemed rash to the point some considered rude. But when it involved his family, he knew how to go about it, wanting his children to learn and know he was protecting you and how he would never allow anyone to disrespect you like that.

"We'll be fine, and I genuinely hope that, from the way we mentioned legal consequences, people actually take it seriously", you shrugged your shoulders. It wasn't that you didn't care about it, but rather you realized there was only so much you could control, and you wouldn't let that control your life, "we'll see how it goes, okay?", you checked over, "anyway, how does the car look for qualifying?", you changed the subject as the cats sat on your lap.

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"Mama, I'm scared", Finn muttered, clinging closer to you and hiding his face on your neck. That was all it took for you to let your mama bear instincts out, holding your son as you walked past them, looking for a security member that could escort you to the RedBull hospitality as it was harder to push the stroller when you had to carry Finn as well.

"Excuse me, Excuse me!", you yelled, "I'm sure you know you're not allowed to take pictures, so I would appreciate it if you didn't do it, much less when my children are here!", you spoked, catching a few photographers off guard and the attention of one of the security staff by the entrance.

"I'll help you with her if that's okay", he quesioned as his hand went straight to the stroller, "yes, please", you breathed out, holding Finn close to you and whispering soothing words on his ear, "it's okay, my love, we're okay".

Stepping inside the hospitality, you set your things down and sat Finn down on the sofa so you could get Julia in your arms, soothing her cries.

"Thank you so much, it was getting crazy out there", you said, holding your daughter's head to your chest and bouncing her.

"No problem, glad I could help", the security guard excused himself to go back to his spot as you looked at Finn.

"Are you okay, love?", you wondered as Julia's cries quieted down.

"I didn't like how they were yelling and running", he told you, "I thought papa said they only did it when we were there", he pointed to the people walking outside, "That's true, they shouldn't do it outside", you explained, "I'm sorry they scared you, but you're safe with me and with papa, okay?", you added, kissing his once again on his forehead as Max appeared.

"Hey", he kissed the top of your head, Julia's and then Finn's, "I heard what happened. Are you two okay?", he asked, looking at Finn who pulled him into a hug, "Finn was a bit shaken up by it, but we've taken some deep breaths and we are going to stay inside for today, isn't that right, love?", you saw him nod.

Finn fell asleep on top of him soon after, "I have spoken to the lawyers, they will be taking the legal actions necessary for this situation. Are you sure you're okay?", Max questioned again.

"We are, Max. It shook him up a little bit because they were so close to us - and the stroller could only keep them so far -, and I told them a few times that we were outside of the paddock, but they just wouldn't listen", you frowned, "it's not great, but if this means you guys are safe, I don't care about anything else. I want you safe, all of you", he smiled, kissing your cheek and pulling you so your side rested against his torso.

"I hate having to yell at people, poor Julia just looked at me like I was mad and Finn was a little shaken up", you mumbled, "but they wouldn't move away, no matter how many times I told them to, only when the security guard was near us was I able to free up space from them".

"Don't worry about that, they're the ones in the wrong, not us", Max comforted.