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whiskeynwriting · 2 years ago

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Javi G is the kind of man who clearly puts effort into his appearance, especially with looking professional and put together in his public appearances.

That being said, he takes great pride in the marks you make on his neck, and he absolutely encourages you to do it all the time. Javi also adores you fretting over them with makeup before an event, because if you left it up to him, he'd wear them out to see with you draped over his arm as if to say, "look how lucky i am to have this woman"

I am loving this 😍😍😍

Amor de Mi Vida

Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, daddy kink, mentions of marking and hickies, established relationship, unprotected vaginal sex, Javi is such a sweet dom

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A/N: ahhh yayayay this is my first Javi G. fic 😍😍😍 finallyyyyyy. The look Javi wears to the premier is basically the same thing P wore to the '22 Venice Film Festival

Thank you to my beta-readers @fishingforpike and @thesleepingmusicneek

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It’s an uncomfortable position, but only because of how he rearranged your dress. Yanked up to your hips, the hemline pulled down beneath your breasts. It’s pulling on your sensitive flesh, but so are his hands. And when he’s touching you, everything else seems to melt into the background.

“Javi,” One hand is grasping for his right shoulder, the other clinging to his forearm.

His small grunts float freely through the air, the hand he has on your throat simply holding you upright for him; he wants to be able to see you.

“That’s it…” Javi’s voice is low, his eyes glossed over. He’s drunk on you. “Keep going, bonita niña.” His lids are heavy, too, full of lust with his eyes zeroed in on you. “Be good for your papí…” (Pretty girl) (Daddy)

You’re whimpering for him, and he fucking loves it. It makes his breath hitch, those beautifully lush lips parting. He stares up at you with such an incredible amount of adoration, of genuine desire and want.

The girth of your lover is more than enough to satisfy you, the stretch of him oftentimes too much to handle. And when you straddle him, when you ride him, you swear you can feel it in your fucking throat.

The night ended much quicker than expected. You’d both anticipated being out until the early morning, Javi loved to celebrate his success. And he loved walking red carpets.

“Te ves tan bonita, bebita.” He’s breathless, sweat beading along his forehead. “Tan bonita…” (You look so pretty, baby girl. So pretty…)

Your lover’s eyes scan your features, your slightly dizzied expression, your lips curling into a half grin. And then his fingers tighten, rolling his hips up in time with your thrusts. Javi was such a kind and caring man, and has been since the day you met him. In public, he was sweet with you, but you quickly found out just how rough he could be in the bedroom.

“Look at you… you’re a mess for me.” He’s quite the talker, too.

The combination of his sweat and your spit have rubbed the makeup off of him, the concealer and setting powder you’d applied over his neck. It became a regular occurrence, you fixing him up before you made your appearance. If it were up to him, he’d wear your hickies proudly. He was the one that asked for them, after all.

“Javi, ven aquí.” You’d called, reaching a hand out to him. “We need to leave soon.” (Come here)

He found your doting personality to be quite adorable, so he let you do about him. Besides, it was in your nature; you always loved to care for him. Javier knew how to live his life, he knew how to clean up after himself, how to cook his favorite meals and keep his appearance neat. But with you around, he found himself becoming lazy. It was something you truly loved, just caring for him.

Wandering over to your vanity, he sat for you, allowing you to apply makeup to his neck. Just the night before, he’d ravaged you, pressing you down into your shared bed while he stuffed himself between your legs. It was so overwhelming, being intimate with him. You often found yourself scratching at his upper back and biceps, stuffing your face into the slope of his neck to suck on his tanned skin.

This isn’t to say Javier doesn’t care about his appearance, to say such a thing would be beyond disrespectful to him. The amount of effort he brings when it comes to sculpting his overall image is incredulous. Looking professional in his public appearances is a must for him. Even more so now that his success has begun to spread.

Being a producer for his most recent film, he intended to arrive early to the event. He’d hired a private designer for the two of you, their responsibilities detailing your dressings. Sebastian had paired your matching outfits in the simple color scheme of black and white. Javier wore an elegant, white suit with matte black detailing. His hair was done quite loosely, giving it an almost bed-head appearance; and you found it exceptionally adorable, alongside that goofy yet wholesome grin of his. And at his side, you wore a tasteful, white gown, its hem reaching the floor. The neckline showed a bit of cleavage, but left much room for the imagination. Held up by two straps on your shoulders, it overall complimented your figure quite nicely. And truly, Javi had never seen you in such a sophisticated dress.

Javi couldn’t contain that bright smile of his as the two of you stood for the pictures, his arm around your lower back, hand securing to your hip. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d caught a glimpse of something on his neck. Reaching up to swipe your thumb over it, you easily revealed the bruise coloring his skin. Eyes widening, you realized your mistake immediately. Among the flashing cameras and shouting photographers, it must have just slipped your mind.

And your partner was just as surprised. Turning his head, he glanced down at you, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. Your big, doe-like eyes found his, and he reveled in your timid grin. This was the first time the two of you were photographed with Javi’s bruises visible to the public eye, and it drove him wild inside.

Rushing you along was the hand on your lower back, ushering you into the limo shortly after the fact. He’d pulled you into his lap, pressing his mouth to your own before shoving his tongue inside. And when you got home, you’d pushed him onto the couch, feeling those thick fingers tug your dress up until it was settled over your hips. He was already breathing heavily, his chest’s movements quick to heighten upon his realization of your lack of undergarments.

“Look at that pussy…” He’d laid a hand over your lower stomach, leaning you back slightly and shoving your naked crotch up for him to view. “Ready to swallow me whole.”

“Papí,” You’d whined for him, watching those gorgeous caramel eyes take in your naked figure resting before him. (Daddy)

And now, he’s thrusting up into you, the free hand on your hip now wandering up to paw at your bouncing chest. Every movement makes you cry out for him, feeling his erection drag along your sensitive walls. You��re dripping onto his lap, and it’s making him whine, teeth digging into his lower lip.

“B-Baby, fuck…” Tossing your head back, you release a ragged groan, eyes closing as you begin to unravel above him.

Javi was so proud to show off your splotchy marks, it made his chest swell with adoration and a sense of confidence. But whether his bruises were covered or not, he always held you close in public, his physical actions shouting to the world, look how lucky I am to have her.

“Javi, I, I can’t -” You’re throbbing violently around his heated erection, your chest gasping for breaths as your body rolls over him.

“You can do it, bebita.” He encourages, thumb swiping over your sensitive nipple. “You can take me…” (Baby girl)

“Papí… fuck me.” (Daddy)

He’d let his pants fall to the ground, pooling around his ankles. Your bare skin rests over his lap, your naked pelvises connecting again and again. The bowtie he’d worn is undone, hanging on his broad chest. A few of the buttons on his undershirt are open, too, allowing you to see his smooth skin.

Lowering your head, you grin, mind swimming with bliss. “Do you want more, cariño?” (Baby)

“Mm?” He asks, those adorable puppy eyes staring up at you.

“My love bites…” The hand on his shoulder slides over, fingertips brushing his purple and red skin. “You like them, no?”

“Mi amor,” Groaning, his head lolls back onto the top of the couch, chest rising before dipping heavily. “Give me more.” (My love)

Diving down, you hum happily, lips attaching to the skin of his flexing neck. He releases his hold on your throat, his palm sliding down to your lower back. Eventually, though, he’s grabbing your ass, encouraging the grind of your hips over his.

Whispering, he closes his eyes, sucking in a low gasp when your teeth finally dig in. “You know I love them…”

The hand on your ass lifts to the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. Javier’s thrusts then become firm and sensual, the roll of his hips forcing stars to blind your vision. Your own fingers curl into his flowing hair, your delicate moans floating directly into his ear.

“Amor de mi vida.” And it’s true, you’ve always been meant for him. You’ve always been his, the love of his life.

Smiling against his skin, you give him a tender kiss, lifting your head to press one to his lips. But then his palm rises, pressing your head down so he can kiss your forehead.

“Mi niña.” He whispers, a gasp choking its way out of his throat. “Oh, mi niña amada.” (My girl. Oh, my lovely girl)

“Javi,” You whimper, clinging to him. Your heart beats with affection from his gentle, loving words. He’s so enamored with you. “My love.”

You wish so badly that he wasn’t covered, wasn’t hidden from you. Javier’s skin was always so hot and smooth, his broad chest and beefy biceps enticing you to no end. He was always such a passionate lover, too, you longed to feel his naked body against you.

“You feel so good, baby.” You’re gasping beside him, leaning into his body. “So, so big…”

“I love how you take me.” His accent is driving you wild - it always does.

Javi was such a vocal man, especially when he was inside you. And you so badly want to return this, to speak his lovely praise back to him. But you almost feel dumb, your body continuously taking him. It’s all you can do, to just sit there and feel him, to move against him as best you can.

“You were made for me,” He whispers to you, uttering your name quietly. Gently, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You know that?”

“Yes, baby.” Lifting your head, your hands find his cheeks, holding them.

Leaning in, you press your forehead to his, those beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul. “My perfect man.” Thumbs swiping over his cheeks, you sigh. “El amor de mi vida.”

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sentientsoil · 1 year ago

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Just redo my whole layout now it's a completely a one person layout.

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Yayayay! Hopefully it wasn’t too painful to do but it looks really good! I want to redo all my masterlists but it takes forever 😭

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racinggirl · 2 years ago

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redemption || pierre gasly 10

type: one shot pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 4k (sorry not sorry) summary: having that one important thing, which means a lot to you. But will Pierre be able to be there? Or will he have to make it up to you? requested: yes! “Can you do one with Pierre where he fucks up and then makes it up to y/n?” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: angst, language!, disappointment, sad, fluffy ending notes: I had a blast writing this. It took a little longer, but I wasn't feeling too well. Thankfully I'm feeling good enough to write again, yayayay!! Don't worry, the story has a happy ending, otherwise it wouldn't be a story of mine :) I hope you'll enjoy it, have fun and please let me know what you think about my writingstyle in the comments or my askbox, tips/tops are very much appreciated

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Contract elongation or not, the moment news spread about Sergio Perez staying with RedBull Racing for at least 2023, possibly even more years, created quite a bit of stress for the France Formula One driver, currently driving in RedBull’s ‘rookie’ team, Alpha Tauri. Stress, that might have affected his behaviour a little more than he anticipated, and wanted.

Pierre Gasly, twenty-six years old, a talented driver on the grid who previously was a second driver for RedBull but was set back to their rookie team Alpha Tauri after Alexander Albon replaced the Frenchman back in 2019. His dream? Become a Formula One world champion, preferably at RedBull.

However, when he heard the news about Checo signing his new contract that stated he’d stay at RedBull in 2023, he got stressed, mostly because his contract at Alpha Tauri would be ending this year. So, as a result of that, he was busy, not just in the racing weeks, but also in the remaining weeks he and you would normally spend together.

You and Pierre, the perfect couple, the most loved couple in the paddock. Fans loved seeing the two of you together, the reason for it? You weren’t a model, a singer, actress or even well known in the world. You were just you, a casual girl, finishing up your college and getting ready for the big world, trying to find a job, one you enjoyed and would see yourself work in for the next decades. And people loved it, watching you and Pierre, a famous Formula One driver with connections all over the world, money that would buy him everything he wants, and you, his girlfriend, nothing more, nothing less. Just the guy Pierre loved more than anything in this world.

‘’Baby?’’ You had been trying to get into contact with your boyfriend for the last 15 minutes, asking him whether or not he’d come to your graduation, which was on a Friday, a race-free-week-Friday. You knew he was stressed, or at least busy, talking to his manager, his entire team, Alpha Tauri, RedBull, even McLaren and Alpine, but you also needed the attention, especially since your graduation was one of the most exciting and important things in your life, aside from Pierre’s races.

‘’Pierre!’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up from the relaxing chair you were just seated in, to walk over to your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

‘’What?’’ He looked up from his phone, a sigh leaving his lips as he saw your upset face. ‘’I’m sorry mon ange, I was just texting my manager.’’ Of course, he always was texting his manager. You weren’t mad, no, because you knew how much stress finding a new team, in time, could be, and you didn’t want to distract him from getting a good deal.

‘’I was asking if you saved the date, for my graduation.’’ You sent your boyfriend a nice smile whilst you went over to him, taking a seat on his left side, one hand resting on his knee, which you squeezed lightly.

He smiled back, placing his phone on the side of the couch just to pull you in his arms, the place you belonged according to him. ‘’Of course darling.’’ He whispered against your right temple, his lips feeling as soft as always as he kissed the side of your head. ‘’June 20th, right?’’ You nodded in response, your eyes closing as you relaxed in his arms. ‘’Yep.’’

However, the cuddles didn’t last long, just half an hour of you time for the both of you, before he got up from the couch, ready to go to another meeting with McLaren. He had to keep his options open, which meant every team that reached out for him, would be pleased with at least one meeting with the French driver. McLaren was lucky enough to have multiple.

Some days passed, and things started to get a little more comfortable at home, Pierre not being as busy with his meetings meant more time to spend together, time you cherished more than ever, because you knew that once you got accepted into the job, it would mean the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for weeks. That wasn’t something you weren’t used to though, being a student meant going to university, and not races.

You were laying on the balcony the sun kissing your already tanned skin as you listened to the music you were blasting through your earphones. Milan, one of the most beautiful places here in Italy, the busy centrum, the calm parks and the sun, which was shining brightly this afternoon. Pierre wasn’t here, he was at the factory, probably in the simulator, having meetings or doing more Formula One related stuff.

You opened your eyes when your phone rang, a smile plastered across your face as you saw the name. You answered almost immediately after sitting up straight, placing the sunglasses on your nose as you accepted the facetime call.

‘’Mom! Dad! Hey!’’ You threw them a wave from the other side of the phone, receiving a wave back from your mother, and a ‘hello’ from your father.

‘’Hello sweety, how are you doing?’’

‘’I’m good! Enjoying the sun here.’’ You smiled, turning the camera on your phone to reveal the view you had from Pierre’s balcony. The beautiful park on the left, some buildings on the right, and a beautiful lake in the middle, ducks and swans cooling themselves down in the water, as well as some dogs chasing them.

You turned your phone camera back to face you, the same smile still on your face. You were one lucky girl.

‘’Oh my, that looks absolutely beautiful.’’ Your mother nudged your father who agreed with what she had just said. ‘’Isn’t Pierre home?’’ Your father asked, leaning a little closer, maybe a little too close because all you were seeing was the side of his head.

You smiled at your parents and shook your head. ‘’No, he’s at the factory.’’ You smiled kindly, biting your lip. You missed him, for sure, but it wasn’t the end of the world, you’d see him tonight.

‘’Had he got an offer yet?’’ Your father got along great with your boyfriend, him being a motorsports fan, and your boyfriend being a Formula One driver seemed like the perfect match, and it was. Every time your father would visit you and Pierre at his place, or Pierre would come to your place, since you partly lived with your parents, and partly with your boyfriend, you had to separate the two along with your mom. They always told each other everything, your father giving Pierre – according to him – amazing tips, and Pierre just laughed and took mental notes. Another thing you loved about him, his respect and kindness he had towards not just your parents, but to everyone around him. Even though Pierre knew more than probably all of them combined about the sport, he’d always gladly accept the tips he’d get, even though he probably already knew every single one of them.

‘’Yeah, he has, I believe so.’’ You said, reaching for the glass of lemon water standing on the table next to you. ‘’Alpha Tauri wants him for another year, but you can’t tell anyone yet, okay? It’s not public yet.’’ You said seriously as you sipped from the straw. Your father immediately nodded, and smiled, loving the fact you always told him everything, loving the fact you trusted him enough to tell him those highly secret and important plans.

‘’Oh, I think he’s home?’’ You frowned, turning your head to look through the glass door that connected the balcony to the living room of Pierre’s apartment. He usually never was home this early, so you assumed that it either was good, or bad. You saw him, and it for sure was the latter. You rose your phone in the air, letting your parents see nothing but the sky, because you didn’t want them to see Pierre’s face, which didn’t speak happiness or fairy tales at the moment. ‘Mom and dad’ you mouthed, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint, and he did, because he took a deep breath, a somewhat fake but realistic smile on his face as he opened the glass door to greet your parents.

‘’Hello Sandra, hello Paul.’’ You turned your phone so your parents could see your boyfriend and you moved to the side a little, creating space so Pierre could join you on the bed. Your hand moved to his, holding it, squeezing it and drawing small circles on the back of his hand while he took a hold of your phone with the other. A sigh escaping your boyfriends lips gave you the reassurance you needed, he loved what you were doing right now, calming him, not immediately asking what was wrong, but giving him the time.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, but was actually 20 minutes, Pierre ended the facetime call with your parents, handing you your phone back before resting his head against your shoulder, another sigh escaping his lips. You stayed like this, for a good 5 minutes before it got too hot and the both of you decided to go inside. You closed the curtains behind you, to prevent the heat coming into the building, and you watched as your boyfriend let himself fall down on the couch.

‘’Wanna talk about it, baby?’’ You asked carefully, following him to the couch and sitting on the armrest of it, bare feet on the seating area of the couch.

He nodded, adjusting himself on the couch as he rested his head on your knees, looking up at you. ‘’I can’t come to your graduation.’’ He sighed, knowing you’d be upset, and you had every right to be, it was the one thing you wanted him to attend, one of the most important things to you.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment to calm yourself, maybe he had a reason he couldn’t come, a legitimate reason. ‘’Why not?’’ You almost whispered, both a little mad, upset, and confused.

‘’Can’t you just, tell them to reschedule it? It’s my graduation Pierre!’’ You stood straight, hands intertwined as you looked at your boyfriend who was still seated on the couch. He had a dinner, here, in Italy, with Alpha Tauri.

‘’Look, love, I understand it’s your graduation, okay? But this is for my contract, we need to keep the sponsors happy and-‘’

‘’I don’t care.’’ You said, reaching your breaking point. ‘’Every damn day the most important thing has been your contract. Alpha Tauri, McLaren, RedBull, that’s all you talk about. And I understand it’s stressing, but can you at least clear one day, just one day, for me?’’ Small tears were appearing in your eyes, your worst nightmare coming true. You always knew being a Formula One drivers girlfriend would mean long distance, little to no time spent together, and doing things on your own. However, you hoped that he’d at least be able to come to your graduation, which meant so much to you.

‘’You don’t know how important this dinner is, y/n!’’

‘’It’s next week, Pierre, you could have told them to reschedule it because you have known for weeks, maybe even months, that next Wednesday is my graduation!’’

‘’You never told me it was Wednesday!’’ He stated, making you raise your eyebrow.

‘’What’s next Wednesday’s date?’’ You were getting mad, because you had definitely told him the date.

Pierre groaned, grabbing his phone to check the date and counted in his head. After a few seconds of thinking, he looked back into your eyes. ‘’June 20th.’’ He said.

‘’Great, do I have to remind you of the conversation we had some days ago?’’ You asked, arms crossed in front of your chest at this point.

‘’Well, I can too forget things, y/n, sorry!’’ He stated, getting up from the couch as well because he couldn’t stand sitting down, you looking down at him.

‘’Forget, ‘things’?’’ You asked, your madness turning into hurt at this point. ‘’You just simply forgot your girlfriend is finally graduation after 4 years?!’’

‘’Baby, I didn’t mean that…’’

‘’Oh, I am pretty sure you did.’’ You sighed, watching as Pierre took some steps closer to you, attempting to pull you in for a hug. ‘’No, Pierre!’’ You stepped back, wiping a single tear that was falling from your cheek.

‘’Oh come on y/n, don’t be so fucking dramatic now! I apologized, okay? What else do you need from me so you’ll be able to forgive me?’’ Pierre didn’t mean all of this, obviously. He was one of the sweetest, kind and respectful guys you’d ever meet, but the stress he had been coping with at work had taken its toll on those lovely characteristics of the Frenchman.

‘’For you to be there in England when I take that bloody paper!’’ You took one more attempt to convince him to reschedule the meeting, because you needed him there, to cheer for you when you took a hold of that paper, just like you cheered for him whenever he had a marvellous race.

‘’Well, I can’t, it’s scheduled, I’ll fly over the next day to take you out for dinner, okay?’’

You simply shook your head, not believing those words came out of your boyfriends mouth. The man that used to do everything for you, fly in between races to your house, just to surprise you with flowers he picked up from the local flower boutique in your town, had changed, and you hated it.

‘’You know what? Forget it, go to your stupid dinner, prioritize that fucking dinner over me, it’s fine. Lately I’ve been getting used to become second anyways.’’ And with that, you left, ignoring Pierre calling your name, knowing he completely messed everything up.

The next day you were already on a plane, heading to England to your parents house, not wanting to spend one more day with your boyfriend. You needed space, time, and support right now, things he couldn’t give at the moment. It hurt, because you still loved him, and he still loved you, but right now it was for the best.

Your parents, however, were very understanding. You wasn’t sure you made the right decision, but after talking to them for hours upon hours, you were confident you did make the right decision. Sure, you couldn’t expect him to have you as his number 1 priority at all times, but you could expect him to at least think about it, try to be able to attend your graduation, as it was something you worked your ass off for, for over 4 years.

Graduation day. You were dressed into a nice cobalt blue dress, topping it off with the traditional black coat and hat, your hair nicely curled, make up on point. You looked stunning, beyond beautiful really.

‘’y/n! Oh my goodness, you look absolutely amazing, like a queen!’’ Stacy, your best friend in and out of university ran towards you.

‘’Wait till you see the dress I’m wearing.’’ You joked, hugging your best friend tightly. ‘’Come on, let’s go see my boyfriend.’’ You were dragged along, Stacy being way too excited because you had never actually met her boyfriend, since you had been traveling with Pierre for those last couple of weeks. The guy was kind, tall, typical Brit really, and you found it adorable, because it reminded you of the stage you and Pierre were in years ago, a new couple, madly in love with one another.

‘’Hey, speaking of, where’s Pierre?’’ Stacy interrupted your thoughts, and you just let out a sigh. ‘’Couldn’t make it, work.’’ You mumbled, not really feeling the need to talk about why your boyfriend wasn’t here. You wanted it to be a happy day, one to remember for in the books, and you didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact your boyfriend didn’t find you important enough to come to your graduation.

‘’Oh, well, I understand, he’s a Formula One driver after all.’’ Stacy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows a few times which made you laugh in agony. Stacy was happy when you announced your relationship to her, and wanting to meet the guy, she immediately asked you to arrange a double date with her – now called – ex boyfriend, something which was quite hard seeing you did not want people to know about you dating a famous Formula One driver straight away. You created the perfect double date setup in your parents backyard, since in that way nobody could see you, and nobody would suspect a thing, you and Pierre hadn’t announced your relationship to the world yet at that point. So the moment Stacy figured out he was actually Pierre Gasly, you had to beg her to not tell anyone, which was a task on its own.

Now, almost 5 years later, she always managed to tell people you were dating Pierre Gasly before you had even met them. You didn’t mind, Stacy was just excited because you deserved to be happy, which you were with Pierre, and being a motorsports lover didn’t really help with keeping it low profile either.

After some talking with Stacy and her new boyfriend, it was time to take place on the seats, ready to take your paper and finally move onto the next chapter in your life, find a job you enjoy, and make money. You turned around to have one more look into the audience, sitting up straight when you saw a figure in the back, a figure that looked really familiar. But as soon as he stepped forward, into the lights, you sighed. It wasn’t Pierre, just someone that looked similar, but it wasn’t him. That’s the moment you gave up hope. Of course you still had hope, maybe he had changed his mind and decided your graduation would be slightly more important than a dinner with his sponsors, but sadly, that wasn’t the case.

‘’Y/n Y/l/n!’’ People were cheering, clapping and you looked over at Stacy before getting up, a smile on your face, a proud smile. You made your way to the podium, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you felt the black cold pen reaching your hands. You signed your diploma, a smile from ear to ear when you placed the pen back on the table. You shook hands, and held the paper next to you when you stood next to your teacher for the photo.

‘’Okay, photo time!’’ Your parents stood on either side of you, Stacy taking the picture. ‘’Now a crazy one, because we’re done with this fucked up school!’’ Stacy laughed and you immediately looked over at your parents who were shocked by her statement.

‘’Stace!’’ You laughed, shaking your head as your parents decided to join your laughter, pulling a weird face as you did the same.

‘’Okay, I think that’s it.’’ You smiled, looking at Stacy. You had taken more than enough pictures with your friend, as well as some pictures with your parents. ‘’We have all the pictures we need.’’ You smiled, weakly, because you knew you missed one person here.

‘’No, we don’t have them all yet.’’ You turned around, because you recognized that voice from miles away.

‘’Pierre?’’ You were surprised, he had the dinner, with his sponsors, right? How could he be here now? Pierre noticed you were confused, because you hadn’t said anything but his name the moment you saw him, your facial expression like you had just seen one of the most confusing things in the world, and your body frozen in place.

‘’We need a picture.’’ He simply smiled, holding his hand out for yours to take. He looked amazing, in suit, his hair nicely done, glowing skin, and you hadn’t even started about the cologne he was wearing, or the way his breath was soft and minty. You accepted his hand, slowly stepping towards him as you wrapped your arms around him, tightly, almost scared of letting him go.

‘’I thought you-‘’ But he cut you off. ‘’Shh.. don’t think about that now, okay? This is your happy day, your graduation, and I am so, so proud of you, okay?’’ He whispered close to your ear, pressing kisses to your cheek. ‘’I have been an idiot, and I am sorry for that, I hope you can forgive me.’’

You looked at him, a smile on your face as your eyes were filled with tears. Of course you would forgive him, he was here now, he came to your graduation. ‘’Were you here the entire time?’’

He nodded. ‘’I saw you getting up there, signing that paper of yours. I could even see that beautiful smile of yours when you were standing next to Mr. Johnson.’’ He smiled. ‘’Or when you were seated and turned around, were you looking for me?’’ He asks carefully, taking a hold of your hands.

You nodded in response, smiling weakly as you looked down at your hands. ‘’I was, yeah, I just, hoped you’d come, I still had hope.’’ You admitted, looking up into his beautiful eyes who had a sparkle inside of them, the sparkle you had missed so hard when he was busy with his work.

‘’Come on, take that coat off, I want to see that amazing dress!’’ Stacy cheered, interrupting the two of you. You simply laughed, turning around so you could easily take the coat off, along with the hat and you heard Stacy whistle. ‘’Damn girl! Hot!’’ She laughed.

You turned around again to face Pierre, and that’s when your heart skipped a beat. He was there, down on one knee, a box in his hand as he looked up at you with the sweetest but yet most nervous smile ever.

‘’Pierre…’’ You whispered, hands covering your mouth as you gasped.

‘’I’m sorry for being such an idiot lately. I wanted everything to be perfect. I was so stressed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I-I was planning this, and the whole work thing messed it all up. I wanted to surprise you, and when they told me the dinner would be tonight, I honestly tried to reschedule it but they didn’t let me.’’ He started, still seated on one knee. ‘’After our talk, last week, I knew that I had to do it. I had to call my manager and tell him I wouldn’t be at the dinner, because there was something on my to do list that was much more important than that stupid dinner.’’ He smiles, quoting your words about the stupid dinner. ‘’When you left that day, I immediately contacted your parents, asking for their permission, and I explained everything to them. I just hoped they would say yes because I already bought the ring and all… But, I want you to know that you are my number one priority, and you always will be, because I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I need you, because I’m lost without you, and I can’t say it enough, I’ll never get tired of saying it, y/n. I love you, so much it hurts, so please, don’t make me the happiest boyfriend, but the happiest man, and marry me.’’

You were amazed by his words, and didn’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks, or the phone camera’s pointed towards you, all you saw was him, your boyfriend, down on his knee for you, to ask you to marry him.

‘’Of course I’ll marry you, Pierre.’’ You nodded, receiving a deep sigh as response from the French driver in front of you, followed by a wide smile. He got up, grabbed your hand and delicately slid the ring around your finger, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, not wanting to be separated from you ever again.

‘’Je t’aime, mon chérie.’’

‘’Je t’aime aussi, bébé.’’

((Repost because Tumblr hated me yay)

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aizawasthot · 3 years ago

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𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ↣ twenty six: exactly what it means

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↣ y/n holds grudges but somehow she can't really not forgive bakugou

↣ against popular belief, bakugou actually knows how to apologize when he knows he's wrong

↣ kaminari actually feels sorry for causing the whole thing, and he was planning on helping y/n and bakugou make up

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years ago

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husband! Mingyu

anon requested: "Can you do a husband mingyu? Love your blog!"

can you say perfect housewife husband material

the guy cooks

cleans

changes light bulbs

he can do it all

probably wakes up earlier than you in the morning to make eggs, bacon, pancakes, anything you want or can imagine for breakfast

and brews coffee amazingly too

and sits there with his cup of coffee at the dinner table sipping the brew, wearing a large cardigan

and when you wake up to the blissful scent of food and coffee

and walk out to the dining room

he gets up still wearing pajamas, his cardigan, and fluffy bunny slippers

towering tall but still hecka cute dad look

and gives you a hug and a kiss on the forehead with a "Morning, beautiful"

lots of playing with your hair

you'll both be sitting on the couch watching a drama or movie

and he'll braid your hair without even looking

and it'll turn out amazing

but he was staring at the tv screen the whole time

never have to ask him to clean anything

does laundry and cleans dishes

always leaves the toilet seat down because you asked him to

if he has the time,

he’ll pack you your lunch for work everyday

healthy and nutritious meal always

getting you this cute arse lunchbag and leaving a note in there like,

“make sure you eat every last bite wifey <3″

oml and you're pretty much his taste tester

he’ll come up with all sorts of things, random doing weird food combinations

sitting at the table, you’ll sit and wait for mingyu to bring out the food

“Mingyu what is this”

“sshh that doesn’t matter just try it!!” he says sitting next to you

looks at you with wide puppy eyes as you put the spoon in your mouth

“its alright,” you say casually, even though in your mind it was mother effing delicious

like how does he do it

“just alright?” he asks his eyes getting a tiny bit sad, “i swear i tried it and it was so good!”

you hide the smile coming out quickly and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek

“just kidding~” you say leaning back and grinning

“YAYAYAY’

he’ll grab a spoon and give you a giant spoonful

“too much” you try to say through the food

“what? you want more?” he was teasing you

and gets hit with a pair of chopsticks

he's really playful when it’s time to be playful

like you’ll be standing in your shared bathroom brushing your teeth and he’ll come in and start doing some weird dances looking at you through the mirror

and like the smooth person you are, you choke on your toothpaste for a minute

and he’ll be laughing and just patting your back

“i hate you” you say with foam around your mouth

he wraps his arms around your waist snuggling his head into your hair

“why are you mean to me like this,” he pouts

“okay baby i’m sorry do you need me too tuck you in?” you tease

as soon as you look at his facial expression, you knew you should’ve thought about your words a little better

“you could do something else besides tucking me in,” his smirk slowly getting more prominent

“kim mingyu go away” you swat at him

“i’ll be waiting for you Mrs. Kim~”

he's serious when it’s time to be serious

one day you’ll come home like really stressed our from work

and just drop your purse or bag on the ground let yourself sink into the couch

while just staring at the ceiling,

you can see and feel Mingyu settle next to you, wrapping his arms around you

“tell me about your day?” he asks softly, almost whisper like

everything just spills out letting all the stress and anger out

with Mingyu listening, comforting, and giving his own advice

and he’ll cook you dinner after, or order your favorite take out

just whatever you want

totally just cuddling on the couch and stuffing your faces

and oh my god

there’s not enough words to describe the boys

you guys still get calls from the boys who are staying at the dorm

because the dorm is like a place all the guys can rest at after practice

meaning they want food

and Mingyu for sure rather cook for you

not because of the number difference or anything

“noona we want our housewife Mingyu back”

you’ll just look at Mingyu, who’s sitting next to you, and start cracking up with him

“Seungkwan, me and MIngyu both work so no housewives here”

“FINE. OKAY. then how much you want for us to get you to come over because I won’t live through any more Hansol ramen.”

you guys are just like, to be lazy or to not be lazy

Mingyu still as sweet as always so he caves sometimes

and you guys go over and the first thing that happens in Chan shoving bags of ramen in front of you guys like

“hyung if you don’t do this you’ll have to pay your part in the fire fees okay”

pretty much you guys are just dancing in the kitchen together

unwrapping ramyun packages

he tells you to sit down and just wait until he’s done

so you sit at the counter and watch him cook with your head resting on your hand

which he knows because you're pretty much staring blatantly

so he does little things to try to ‘impress you’

even though he obviously doesn’t need too because you guys are married

but whatever gotta keep it interesting ;)

and when Mingyu’s serving the ramyun he’ll give you the most

which gets all the boys triggered lol

and Mingyu just shrugs like, “I gotta keep my baby healthy”

everyone's just like ...

you're like ‘wait’

“YOU'RE HAVING A KID?” Seokmin screams

and then it’s chaos from there

Mingyu’s just like ????

“HEY STOP NO WE ARE NOT HAVING A KID” you yell over them, shaking your head

“you gotta be careful with what you say Ming,” you laugh

he scratches his head sheepishly, “whoops”

yup just as clumsy as always

ooh and he always makes sure there’s date nights

they’re not spontaneous or anything because Mingyu likes too plan

except he also doesn’t really like to tell you anything either

but you read him really well so when you get some texts at work, even more than normal,

‘how’s your day going bb?’ and ‘i love you have a nice day <3′

you know something's up

as soon as you walk through the door he’s there, ready and grinning

“get ready we’re going on a date!!”

you break out into a smile and laugh, “dress attire?”

“hmm fancy” he says wiggling his eyebrows

he’ll walk you out and open the door like the gentleman he is, setting the vibe

and you’ll giggle at this Mingyu, date MIngyu that you haven’t seen in a minute

Mingyu’s a romantic so he’ll take you guys out to your favorite restaurant, maybe watch a film or musical, whatever you're into

and then drive out to a park or river maybe, and just enjoy some fresh air and have talks

unlike the fun and exciting dates you guys had while dating, married dates are more relaxed and comfortable

but of course there’s still the fun and exciting moments too ;)

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