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naughty list // oscar piastri
summary: oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.
pairing: oscar piastri x female reader
prompt: "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip."
warnings: soft smut, praise overload, christmas lingerie, oscar is a big simp, sex on a shag carpet, oscar 'if she's not enjoying herself, neither am i' piastri,
author's note: am i incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man? possibly.
oscar piastri was head over heels for his girlfriend.
perhaps that's how he got himself into this situation, on the couch by the fire on a cold london winter, christmas tree lit up behind the couch, tennis on the tv. fresh gingerbread cookies sat on the island, filling the ground-floor apartment with their familiar and warm scent.
y/n had slipped away just moments before, kissing his forehead and promising a surprise, her nervous giggle punctuating the end of the sentence as she slipped away to the bedroom.
a nervous giggle that made him wonder, if, perhaps, the surprise was a little on the naughtier side. his lover wasn't one for wild bedroom escapades, but the fact that she might have been trying to spice it up a little for him?
it drove him fucking wild. worried him slightly, yes, because he didn't want her to push herself too far out of her comfort zone if she wasn't ready, but excited him nonetheless.
meanwhile, in the bedroom, she was nitpicking everything, standing anxiously in front of the mirror as she twirled her hair. the red set stood out against her skin, and while the corset was almost no different than many of the shirts that she wore, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the lacy panties, leaving so much skin exposed.
she’d never been a lingerie person. she wished she could be, but even stepping into victorias secret sent her in a self-critical spiral. no, until now she had tended to stick to skimpy pajama sets, never as exposed as she was now.
she thought she was being ridiculous, oscar had seen her naked, for lords sake.
but even still, looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should have picked the set with the silk robe.
she closed her eyes, counting to ten before she reached for the santa hat on the bed, pulling it over her head and dangling the pom pom on the end over her shoulder.
when she gently trod back into the living room, she cleared her throat to get oscars attention. the driver looked up from his phone, choking on his kale smoothie when he saw her. he promptly dropped his phone, getting to his feet and ambling over to her.
“y/n, love, you look stunning.” his touch was gentle, starting at her hands before running gently along her skin, index finger tracing hearts on her exposed side. “you’re so beautiful, and I’m happy you feel comfortable enough with me to let me see you like this. it’s a privilege I count myself lucky to have.”
she sighed into his touch, fingers messing with the lapel of his flannel. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms flexing sharply as his fingers continued to soothe her skin.
“I thought I’d try something new.” she said sheepishly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “you like it?”
“baby, I adore it.” oscar beamed, leaning in to softly press his lips to hers. she tasted like peppermint, and smelled like vanilla bean as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. “my gorgeous girl.” he growled, biting gently on her bottom lip. “all mine.”
smiling sweetly, she pulled oscar closer, wrapping her arms around him and playing with the hair on the back of his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. the aussie hummed contentedly, his large, warm hands trailing over her back.
he was well and truly smitten.
she looked like a christmas angel, wrapped in red and white, the cutsey santa hat propped on her head. who knew santa hats could be so sexy on the right woman?
"i love you." he hummed, moving to gently kiss her neck, smiling to himself as she propped up on the tips of her toes, gasping softly as his tongue ran over her pulse point. "my darling, darling girl." he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "maybe i should dress up next time? get that whole magic mike kinda vibe going on."
she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.
she stepped back, and oscar followed, gently pressing her up against the wall. she winced at the cold plaster pressing up against her smooth skin, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as her lover leaned over her, one hand bracing him against the wall and the other under her chin to tilt her face up. she beamed, trying to hold back her giddy giggles as she stared into his wonderous eyes.
"pretty girl, love of my life." oscar started softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip, aye?"
"that's your smoothest holiday line yet." she nodded with a laugh, enthusiastically pulling him closer to her, eliminating the space between their bodies as best she could. "i love you." she said quickly, pressing her lips to his as his hands began to rove her front, fumbling with the strings of the corset top.
she gently pushed his hands away, watching as his eyes grew three sized when she pushed the cups of the corset bra down, nipples pebbling in the cold air, silhouetted against she stunning red of her top.
"you'll be the death of me, sweet thing." oscar laughed, running his hands over her skin. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."
"you, oscar. touching me. kissing me." she sucked in a breath as he bent down, sucking a hickey onto her supple skin, his thumb gently running over her nipple. "making me yours."
oscar groaned, laving his tongue over her sensitive bud, one hand reaching to hold hers close. "sweetheart, just let me take care of you, yeah? give you exactly what you need." he detached from her breast, a line of saliva trailing from her bud to oscar's tongue. he used one hand to wipe his mouth before kissing the back of her hand. "give my sweet perfect angel the full princess treatment."
she smiled down at him as he sank to his knees, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of her thigh, her fingers carding through his hair. "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"
oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."
"you're such an idiot."
"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."
"shut up and kiss me, pretty boy."
"yes ma'am."
oscar kissed her, his hands slipping down to the globes of her ass, lifting her into the air. she squealed, wrapping her legs around him so he was carrying her like a koala, her fingertips gripping his still-clothed shoulders.
well, she couldn't have that. why was she the only one showing any skin?
he set her down on the shag carpet, warmth from the fire gently hearing her chilled skin, hair fanning out behind her head. oscar wasted no time, shedding his flannel and t shirt before he dove right in, wrapping his lips around the tip of her breast. she gasped, arching into him with one hand gripping the carpet and the other in his hair.
“atta girl.” oscar exhaled, sucking another hickey onto her skin. in his opinion, his job wasn’t done until her tits were covered in proof of his undying love. “that’s my pretty girl.”
“need you, baby.” she pleaded, grinding up against his jeans, the denim rubbing at her sensitive core through her lace panties.
she was so shamefully soaked after oscars devotion to her breasts, and she needed some kind of release. she was almost certain that there was a damp spot forming on her lovers jeans as she ground against him.
oscar leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties.
“you look too pretty in this set to take it off, baby.” he hummed, kissing over the red fabric, nuzzling into her skin as he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. “might just have to push them aside, but they’ll get stained badly when I make you see stars.”
“jesus, oscar, just do something!” she groaned, running her finger along his nose. “please?”
“anything for my girl.” he pushed her panties aside, gently pressing his lips to her sopping wet center, his tongue darting out to trace a heart on her lips.
she moaned, throwing her head back, her pelvis rising off the carpet to try and build more friction against her lover. she moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed as she began to see the stars he had promised her.
she was so lucky to have a man like oscar. a man who made her feel so confident in herself, treated her like a queen, and made sure that she got the calm, quiet love that she craved.
“fuck, baby. you taste fucking incredible.” he groaned, holding her thighs open, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on her soft skin.
oscar could have spent all day between her thighs. hed always been a giver, but when he had the chance to spoil y/n, he was almost certain it made him way hotter than it made her. what could he say, acts of service was his love language.
and when she wrapped her thighs around his head, practically screaming his name, his tongue licking fat stripes up and down her opening, and over swollen her swollen clit?
he had to start thinking about tyre degradation to avoid coming in his jeans.
“fuck, oscar, baby.” she whined, tugging on his hair as his nose nudged her sensitive bud. (he moaned at the action) “just like that. god, that feels so fucking good.”
she could feel the band in her stomach begin to tighten, her thighs closing in around oscars head as pleasure spread around her lower body.
oscars tongue darted in and out of her, the lewd sounds filling the room. “are you going to come for me, pretty girl. yeah? yeah, that’s right, come on my tongue, princess.”
he slipped a finger in, and the sensation of his finger flexing while his tongue played with her sensitive, puffy clit made her cry out, rutting her hips into his face, grinding against his finger and trying to get herself off.
“oscar, im coming!” she cried, the coil in her stomach finally snapping as she cried out his name, fingernails leaving scratches in the skin on the back of his neck.
his hands gripped her thighs; he was holding himself up over the carpet on his forearms, his body shaking she coated the bottom of his face in evidence of her arousal. he moaned at the taste, sitting up on his knees and catching her eyes before sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking the salty fluid off his finger.
she smiled at him, face rosy and flushed. her limbs felt like jelly, arms giving out underneath her as she tried to prop herself up to kiss him. chuckling to himself, oscar braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, and then the tip of her nose before, finally, her lips.
“I love you.” they both whispered, one after another, the room silent save for the low hum of the tv and the crackling in the fireplace.
“baby, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I am absolutley throbbing and if I am not inside of you in the next five minutes, I am going to lose it.” oscar chuckled, kissing her softly.
she smiled, giggling as he ran his hands over her flushed skin. “you know you’re going to throw your back out if we do this on the floor, right?”
“yeah, but it will be so totally worth it.” oscar laughed, kissing her forehead softly. “stay right here, and keep warm. I’ll be right back.”
she hated to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave, eyes zeroing in on both his impressive back muscles and the way his jeans hugged his backside. how did she get so lucky to land such a god of a boyfriend?
when he vanished into the bedroom, she stripped out of the corset, cringing when she noticed the reddened imprints left on her skin from where the wires dug into her. she pulled the santa hat off, dropping it pathetically to the carpet before pulling a blanket around her shoulders. she was slowly regaining feeling in her limbs, a feeling of contentment spreading through her stomach as oscar came back, a festive box in his hands,
“right, so your choices are peppermint, gingerbread and eggnog.” he grinned, tossing her three small packages before slipping out of his jeans.
her limbs tingled as she watched him undo his belt, his rock-hard cock straining against his flannel boxers. it was only when oscar sat down next to her, stealing half of the white knit throw blanket to wrap around his own shoulders, that she looked down at the packages in her hands.
they were christmas themed condoms, a reindeer face smiling up at her from the gingerbread one. she couldn’t help it when she burst out laughing, sniffing the peppermint package.
“oscar! what the fuck?” she managed through laughter. “you know the flavoured bit only counts if I’m sucking your dick right? and that’s not happening tonight.”
“they were a gag gift from lando.” oscar laughed, fiddling with one of the foil packets. “I brought out normal ones too; I don’t know how much I trust these ones anyways.”
she laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “thank you.”
“anything for my girl.” oscar deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently and politely explore the inside of her mouth, pushing her down onto the carpet once again, thigh pushing her legs apart.
he grinded against her sensitive core, trying to find some sort of relief for himself while also making sure that he lasted more than a minute when he finally got inside of her.
her legs curled around his waist, pulling him him closer as they made out, warm and sweaty skin sticking to each other as they warmed up by the fire.
he didn’t even need to pull away to make a grab for the discarded red hat, only drawing back to put it on before he extracted his cock from his boxer shorts.
she giggled, sitting up so she could take him in her hands, jerking him slightly before ripping open a condom package (just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing).
laughing to herself, she twirled the end of the hat in her fingers. “I should not find this as hot as I do. just so you know.”
“duly noted. are you ready for me, princess?”
she smiled at him, slipping out of her lacy panties before she straddled him, his sheathed cock teasing at her entrance, shivers running up her spine. “I wanna be on top. wanna ride your cock.”
and who was oscar to argue?
he gripped her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself by her entrance. she was so wet that he slid right in, her fingernails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as she winced, hiding her face in his neck.
“I know, sweet girl.” he moved his hands up and down her back. “i know it’s a lot to take, but you’re doing it so so well. you make the first move, sweetheart.”
she straightened her back, touching her nose to oscars as she began to slowly grind her hips, getting used to every inch of his dick splitting her in half.
“that’s it, pretty girl. nice and easy.” oscar groaned, palming her ass. “that’s it.”
with oscars hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace, pulling up before sinking back down against his cock.
“fuck, baby, feels so good.” she whined, fingers tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck. “feels so deep.” she reached for his hand, pressing it to her stomach to show oscar just how deep he actually was.
“yeah? yeah, this cock is all yours, baby. whenever you want it, you tell me. I’ll drop everything to give it to you.” he grunted, one hand gently smacking her ass. she yelped, hips startling before she smashed her lips to his, moving her hips in subtle circles.
he moaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her hips halfway, watching as her mouth dropped open in a guttural moan. “you like that, sweet girl? yeah, you just let me take over and fuck you until you’re all blissed out.”
he took the lead, planting his feet on the floor, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his princess close, her perky, sensitive nipples pressed against his chest as he thrust up, his cock sliding in and out of her like it was nothing.
“oh, yes.” she whined.
“that’s my pretty girl. that’s my fucking girl.” he growled, rolling over so he was on top again. normally he loves it when she rode him, loved the intimacy that came with it.
but he was so pent up that he needed something more.
he slipped her legs over his shoulders, muscles rippling as he leaned forwards to thrust into her, balls slapping against her skin.
her hands gripped his shoulders, slipping down his chest and leaving little pink marks in their wake as he pounded in and out of her, the pom pom on the end of his festive hat dangling in her face
“fuck, I love being like this with you.” he rasped, fingers digging into the shag carpet. “being this close to you.” he started to kiss up the side of her throat, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the sweat off her skin. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, all blissed out and at peace on my cock. love making you feel good, honey.”
he allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as he bit down on her lip.
“shit, I love your cock, oscar. I love having it inside of me. needed it so bad!” she cried, clinging to his upper body as she let him have his way with her.
she knew he knew what she wanted, what she liked. he could read her like the back of his hand, and she was so blessed to feel safe enough with him that she could just clear her mind and let oscar make her feel good.
“that’s my girl. taking it so well. how are you feeling, princess?”
“perfect.” she breathed, inhaling sharply as his cock brushed up against her walls. “absolutley perfect.” her eyes slammed shut as her walls started to contract, squeezing oscar’s cock for all it was worth
“are you going to come, pretty girl? come all over my thick cock?”
“yeah.” she whined, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes as he kept slamming into her. “yeah, I’m almost there.”
she almost didnt get to finish her sentence, oscars lips claiming hers against his own as he kissed her deeply, one feee hand coming down to play with her clit. she gripped his biceps tightly, moaning harshly against his lips as she felt herself clamp down on him, seeing stars as she started to let go.
“that’s it, princess. let go for me, cover my cock in your sweet sweet come. give it to me, sweet girl. I’ve got you,”
she came with a cry of his name, feeling her body go weak as all her energy evaporated. the motion triggered oscar’s own orgasm, his entire body shaking as he grunted (arguably louder than she did, back muscles rippling as his body tightened and then went slack) spilling into the latex shield before his arms gave out and he collapsed against her.
“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her softly before gently pulling out. he reached behind him for the blanket, tucking it around her body before sliding a throw pillow underneath her head. “hang tight for me, baby. I’m gonna go make you a hot chocolate.”
he slipped the condom off, balling it up with the intention of chucking it in the garbage on his way to the kitchen, pulling his boxers back on before washing his hands and pulling two mugs out of the upper cabinets.
y/n watched him from her position on the floor, a soft smile on her face as she marvelled at the scratches on his back, and the pure soft domesticity of watching her lover make her a hot drink after he made her see stars.
he came back minutes later, with two mugs piled high with whipped cream and a foolish smile on his face.
“merry christmas, pretty girl.” he hummed, kissing her softly, not expecting anything more than what it was.
“merry christmas, oscar.”
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god knows I’ve tried // yuki tsunoda
summary: stranded at her publishers office after the battery in her car dies, there’s only one person she wants to call for a jumpstart.
pairing: yuki tsunoda x lawson!reader
warnings: self-deprecating humor, y/n is very self critical, yuki is her night in shining armour, total lack of christmas spirit, anxiety.
author's note: this resonates so personally with me and i feel so fricking attached to this story and all the people in it. please treat it kindly :)
so go on judge me by my cover, and no I’ll never have another. baby I’ve been bad, but god knows I’ve tried to be good
it's too early for damn christmas lights, she huffed to herself as she left the office, juggling the volkswagen keys that dangled from her fingertips with the large cardboard box between her arms, staring at the lights and tinsel hung up on the light poles. cursing to herself and trying not to drop anything, she fumbled for the unlock button, ready to ditch the box in her trunk.
her volkswagen golf stood solitary and alone in the parking lot, no other cars for miles. if liam was here, he'd be asking where her pepper spray was, god forbid anything happen to his baby sister.
there was only a year between them, but sometimes she swore that liam acted as if there were five.
the cold dug into her skin as she hobbled through the parking lot, trying to keep her head on a swivel as she once again asked herself why she had parked so far away from any other car. she fumbled with the trunk button (which was unresponsive a lot more than it actually opened the trunk), unceremoniously dumping the box so hard that the small red car started to shake.
she slammed the trunk shut, frowning as she ran a fingertip over the small spot of rust that had begun to form where the silver letters proclaimed to the world what kind of car she drove met the painted trunk door.
she opened the car door, slipping into the driver's seat and staring at the overhead door lights, which had not illuminated as they were intended to when the door opens.
"motherfucker." she mumbled. "i'm gonna have to replace the latch, aren't i?" this was not new. she'd had multiple issues with the car, buying it from a dealership that advertised mostly on facebook.
never again, the next car she buys will be certified pre-owned from a volkswagen dealer, not a used car lot.
the latch would need replacing eventually: it had already locked up the door and prevented her from opening her car, even after smashing the unlock button on her keys five times. she rolled her eyes, closing the door and sliding the key into the ignition.
the key turned, but the car didn't start. growing increasingly panicked, she turned the key a few more times, the same ministrations that normally started up the ten year old car.
"fuck!" she howled, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel as the engine refused to turn over again. she reached for the headlight button, feeling her stomach drop to the floor when there was no response from the headlights.
the engine battery was dead.
she was stranded, alone, in a dark parking lot at night.
it didn't get more fucked than that.
she reached for her phone, the screen providing the only light source as she fumbled for the lock button, and making sure her finger hovered steadily over the panic alarm on her keys. just in case.
who was she going to call, she wondered, scrolling through her contacts. definitely not liam, she couldn't trouble him like that. remind him that she'd always need protecting. she could call her best friend, but the likelihood that margot would know what to do was slim. besides, she was probably out with her boyfriend if she wasn't at work.
her finger hovered over a name, and she debated long and hard if it was worth it, if she was really desperate enough to ask him for help. would he come? would he consider it strange that his best friend's baby sister was calling in the middle of the night because she was dumb enough to drain her car battery?
right now, it didn't look like she really had a choice. unless she wanted to call a tow truck and be out a couple hundred bucks.
"hello?"
"yuki, it's y/n. i need your help."
when the headlights of yuki's honda civic type r lit up the parking lot, she could have cried from relief. the dead battery also meant no heat, and she was chilled to the bone, teeth chattering together as she clutched her phone in one hand and her keys in the other.
"thank god you're here!" she blurted, scrambling out of the car as yuki pulled into the parking space on her passenger side. "i didn't know who else to call!"
ah, yes. yuki tusnoda. backlit by his headlights, he looked like a guardian angel. he'd been close with the lawsons since he came to england, being practically adopted when he moved in with liam at milton keynes, like some fucked up version of a college roommate scheme.
not to mention that he was funny, hot as hell, and she never knew if his cheerful, gentle ribbing meant he looked at her as more than a friend. every time he gifted her a casserole dish of something he had cooked, or invited her out when he and liam went somewhere, she couldn't help but think that maybe he liked her the way that she liked him.
in a way that was anything but just friendly.
"didn't you just get something fixed on your car?" yuki frowned popping his car hood open and digging around in his glove box for the jumper cables.
"i changed a headlight last week. the last major thing was the driveshaft, i couldn't fix that myself, had to take it in." she frowned, lifting up the hood of her own car, using her phone light to find the battery cover. "the car is a piece of shit, but at least it's reliable. and the driveshaft was covered by the dealership since it should have been on the safety certification and wasn't."
yuki frowned, untangling the cables before he dropped them to the pavement, peeling off his puffer jacket. "your lips are blue. take my jacket. i doubt liam would like it if let his little sister get hypothermia"
"pneumonia."
"same difference."
"not really." she laughed, pulling yuki's jacket over her own thin flannel trench coat. she hated wearing a thick winter coat when she drove, relying almost entirely on her car's heated seats to keep warm without suffocating.
"if i get sick because i sacrificed my jacket for you, i should hope that you'd be the one to take care of me. you know, since it was your own fault." yuki chuckled, hooking up the cables as y/n tried to keep warm
"fuck you. i could have stayed in the car."
"the car doesn't have heat either."
oh. yeah. she forgot about that one.
"well, i could have stayed in your fancy ass sports car." it didn't matter how she phrased it, she was just trying to butter him up. on a normal day, she made fun of him for driving a honda civic, calling it a 'mom-mobile'.
with the jumper cables fully connected, they both settled into the honda to wait it out. usually, the rule of thumb was fifteen minutes, but she wasn;t sure that she could stand to be in a car with yuki for that long without doing something reckless.
she slipped out of his jacket, moving to pass it to him before he gestured vaguely to the backseat. the heated seats were on, but she could still see the puffs of air leaving her body as she breathed heavily.
"thanks for coming. i didn't know who to call."
yuki turned to look at her, turning down the volume on the radio. it was a shame, too. she was quite enjoying 'teenage dirtbag'. "why didn't you call liam?"
"pride, i think. he's always been the favourite, the one that stuck with it, the one that made something of himself. i don't need to admit to him that i need help, that i don't know things. because i do, it just sometimes takes me a little longer to get it, or i give up too quickly."
yuki frowned. "liam worries about you, you know. he doesn't like seeing you upset. and he's always been proud of you, so have your parents."
she shivered, pulling her sleeves over her hands. "it's just always been more upfront with liam. they keep telling me that i give up on things too quickly. you know, i realized the other day that i don't really have any hobbies any more. outside of paint nights with the girls, i don't paint anymore. i don't do any sports. reading is really all i do any more."
"that doesn't define your worth, you know. you've got other things going on right now that are taking up your time." yuki encouraged, fiddling with the heating dial. "hey, speaking of which, what are you doing here so late at night?"
she groaned, tilting her head back. "god, this is embarrassing." she hid her head in her hands before turning back to yuki. "promise not to laugh too hard?"
"why would i laugh at you?"
"i was picking up advance copies of my first book." she turned and looked out the window, at the empty parking lot illuminated solely by yuki's headlights. "i've spent the better part of the last two years working on it, and i'm scared i'm going to fail at it like i failed at everything else."
she felt a warm hand overtop of hers. "that's incredible. that's such a major accomplishment, y/n. why are you doubting yourself? you've made it this far."
she smiled, turning to face him. "yeah, but how many people want to read about a detective in small-town new zealand who lives in a haunted house?"
yuki raised an eyebrow. "you already have my interest."
and what great author could resist going on and on about their latest endeavor?
"okay, so it's about this detective in new zealand, she's just moved to this small town as part of a so-called promotion, but really she was desperate and only took the job because she wanted out of the city, a nice change of scenery and whatever. but after she moves in, she finds out the house is haunted and the ghosts actually end up helping her solve her first big case."
she left out the part about how there were three ghosts: one was a dead rockstar, one was a nineteen-thirties midwife and the other was a dead nun. the witty banter between the group of them was a joy to write.
"she also has a crush on this guy who lives across the street. he's an autobody mechanic, with a collection of classic cars."
who totally wasn't inspired by yuki and his gorgeous brown eyes or luscious black hair. well, her one argument was that book guy was about a foot taller than yuki was.
"hell yeah, i'd read that." yuki laughed. "or i'd watch the movie, depending on how long the book was."
y/n laughed, and it felt good. it felt like it had bene forever since she laughed. "it's a cozy mystery series, so it's supposed to make you laugh, be predictable. i took notes from agatha christie, the best of the best. i just hope that the general consumer market also sees it that way."
"i'm sure you'll do fine. as long as it's not like, five hundred pages long, i can't see why anybody wouldn't want to read it."
catching y/n's eye, yuki snickered. "it's not that long, is it?"
"no, it's just under three hundred. they made me cut the sex scenes out."
she watched yuki's eyes go wide, before she burst out laughing as well.
"i'm kidding!" she giggled. "i'm kidding, there aren't any sex scenes in cozy mysteries."
despite how warm the car was, a shiver went down yukis spine at the thought that the innocent, angelic young woman sitting next him, separated only only by the center console, had written numerous sex scenes.
“would you read it? now that you know how many pages it has?”
“yes.” yuki insisted. “of course I would. Liam’s shown me some of your novellas. you are such a good writer. a real talent.”
she yawned, leaning back against the leather seat with a yawn and a shake of her head. “if this book crashes and burns, I’ll remind you you said that. hey, would you be willing to give me a starred review to print on the back cover?”
yuki hummed for a minute, looking up at the sunroof and then back at the girl sitting next to him. “hmm, great mystery, lovely author, not enough sex and could use more descriptions of food.” he joked, playfully gripping her shoulder.
“yeah, yeah. you think you’re so funny.” she laughed, pushing his arm off her shoulder. “but I’m glad that you’re here. you make much better company than my brother does.”
yukis hand dropped to her thigh, thumb gently rubbing along her jeans. “always. any time you need me, you know I’m a phone call away.”
yeah, bust she wished he was closer than even that. and if she kept staring into his dark ocean eyes, she feared she’d do something she’d regret. something impulsive and reckless and foolish but god damn would it have felt fucking good.
“y/n, you good? you’re kind of staring into space there.” yuki frowned, waving a nimble hand in front of her face, trying to capture her attention.
she chuckled. “not space, just the dashboard lights.”
“isn’t that a meat loaf song?”
she laughed, the sound coming from so deep in her chest as she turned to look at yuki. really, it shouldn’t have been that funny. all she knew was that she really, really wanted to kiss him.
she didn’t wait, lunging across the center console, hands shaking nervously as she rested them on either side of his face, pressing her chapped lips to his.
she had to hold herself back from moaning as yuki kissed her back, his warm hand caressing her sides under her open trench coat.
his touch was soft, safe, and comforting. but it was also electric, and left her wanting more when he finally pulled away for air.
“your car is probably charged”. he said nervously, blushing pink as he wiped away the saliva from his mouth. “I’d hate to kiss and run, but you probably want to get home.”
she rested her forehead against his, laughing softly as he rubbed his thumb over her wrist. “at least take me out to dinner before you kiss me and leave me hanging.”
“it’s a little late for dinner, but how does a late night caramel sundae sound?” he suggested weakly, shrugging his shoulders. mcdonalds was hardly first date material, but he knew he didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want to risk losing this magical moment.
“you drive and I’ll follow?”
“sounds good.” yuki grinned, kissing her again. “but just let me kiss you for a few more minutes to make sure that battery is well and truly charged.”
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flower power // yuki tsunoda
summary: he has so much love in his heart, and finally there’s someone he can share it with. or, all the times yuki almost asked y/n to marry him, and the one time she said yes.
pairing: yuki tsunoda x female reader
warnings: mostly fluff! very flirty at the beginning, talks heavily of marriage.
i
the alarm had gone off three times. first, she pressed the snooze button (twice) but after that, just switched the clock off. as much as she loved her job, she could think of little she wanted to do less than drive from her cozy apartment into the cold, unfeeling city that she worked in.
she groaned as the bed shifted around her, scrunching up her face as her boyfriend pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
"yuki, no." she warned. "i'm not getting up."
"baby," yuki tsunoda frowned. "don't you have work today?"
"i don't want to go." she whined, rolling over and pulling the comforter over her head, drawing her knees into her chest. "i'm just going to be stuck in back to back meetings all day, and it's going to be very boring and i would rather be here with you."
yuki sat back on his heels, the golden sunlight streaming through the blinds making him look ethereal, like an angel sent from heaven as his lover looked up at him.
"come on, since the season started it feels like we barely get to spend weekends together any more. i know it sucks that i can't always travel with you, but i want to enjoy the time that we do have."
can't argue with that, yuki thought to himself as he grabbed one of the bamboo pillows in his lovers bed, gently hitting her side with it. "then don't. don't go to work. stay here with me."
"you changed your tune fast." y/n giggled, sitting up to hit him with her own pillow, a giggle escaping her throat. "but we have a really important client meeting today."
"stay." yuki whined, continuing his side of the pillow fight before he found himself on top of y/n, the sheets pulled up over his bottom half, and his thigh in between her legs. "stay with me today. call in sick." he encouraged, pressing kisses to her neck as she hummed softly, tangling her fingers in his hair.
"but we're short staffed this week. and i can't just not go, especially with our biggest client coming in today.' she said sadly, disappointed that she had her lover wouldn't be able to continue with their morning jaunt in the sheets.
"it's okay." yuki reassured her, sitting up and knocking two pillows off the bed in the process. "go for a shower, and i'll make you lunch."
"you don't have to do that. i'll just go out with samra and milo."
yuki silenced her protests with a kiss, not minding her morning breath one bit as he held her close. food was his love language. he loved cooking things for the people he loved, his girlfriend included. "go for your shower. i'll make a pot of hot chocolate while i'm at it."
"you're the best." she smiled, pecking his lips before clambering out of bed, her sleep shirt riding up to give her lover a glimpse at her patterned panties (patterned with lemons and daisies no less) as she picked up the bamboo pillows. "i love you." she called, slipping out of the bedroom and down the hall to the full-sized bathroom.
"love you too!" yuki shouted, quickly making the bed before he slipped out to the kitchen, still wearing his pajamas.
it was a quiet, simple kind of love that they shared. the kind that songs were written about. yukis status had never been important to y/n.
he heard the radio turn off upstairs, cutting off mid-song. minutes later, she came bouncing down the stairs, dressed in silk dress pants and a short-sleeved lavender button down, her still-damp hair held back by a plastic clip shaped like a butterfly.
she was beautiful as always.
the kitchen smelled like ginger chicken dumplings as she came up behind her lover, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck softly.
“thank you, baby. that smells great.”
“don’t worry about it. I’ve already packed you a bento box of dumplings and rice, and there’s french toast on the table.”
“what did I do to deserve you?” she said softly, kissing his cheek before grabbing the small plastic container, wrapped in a hello kitty patterned cloth. “do you want me to pick up a pizza on the way home?”
yuki shook his head, taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table. “I’m going to order ahead, get it delivered. should I rent a movie?”
“of course. I love you.”
“love you, too.” yuki grinned. “have a good day at work, sweetheart.”
and as he watched her walk out the front door, a bright smile on her face as she waved to him, she was struck with a simple, alarming, thought.
I want to marry that girl.
ii
she sat on the plastic seat in the airport terminal as she watched a series of flights come and go. she had insisted that they do this trip her way: an econo flex flight to tampa on a commercial plane, no airport lounge before a balcony cabin on a carnival cruise up the panama canal.
yuki smiled as he stared at her from across the terminal, a styrofoam starbucks tray in his hand and a freshly-bought paperback in the other. he knew how much this trip meant to her, how hard she had to beg for the time off work.
how she had insisted on doing the trip her way when yuki could have easily booked a resort and gotten a private charter flight anywhere in the world. it was just something that made him love her even more.
“hey, beautiful.” he said, sitting next to her and passing her a starbucks cup as she curled into his side, her head securely resting on his shoulder. “I got you something.”
he passed her the paperback lauren asher novel, watching as her eyes lit up. “baby, I brought my ereader. you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. I figured you’d go through most of the books on your ereader before the cruise was over anyways.” yuki laughed, leaning in to kiss her. “I know you’re always happier when you have a book with you.”
“thank you.” she smiled before kissing him again.
she sat back in the plastic chair, resting her head against her lover as she opened the paperback. the driver kissed the top of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair as she began to read, a content sigh leaving her lips.
he almost said it, unplanned and unromantic in the middle of manchester airport terminal two.
we should get married.
the words had been on the top of his tongue, and he was so sure that he had muttered the words under his breath.
but of course, she didn’t hear him, so wrapped up in the letters printed on pages in front of her.
he could have stayed like this forever, had their flight not been called for boarding fifteen minutes later.
iii
his entire body ached. triple headers were relentless, and yuki tsunoda felt beat. he’s barely moved from the couch all day, watching reruns of law and order: special victims unit all morning.
“baby, I’m home.” y/n called softly, opening the front door. “I brought fish and chips, and I stopped at the drug store to pick up a new heating pad. I think the cord in the old one is broke.”
“ugh, you’re an angel, sweetheart!”
y/n smiled, coming over to the living room with the rolled up heating pad in one hand and the takeaway in the other. “you would do the same for me, babe.”
she plugged the heating pad into the wall, lifting up her lovers shirt so she could rest the pad against his sore back. she leaned over him, kissing him softly as yukis hand came up to rest against her ass, her cleavage staring him down from the collar of her fitted dress.
“oi.” she laughed, pulling away to get plates for the takeaway. “you need to rest up. you have another race in a week.”
“can I just not go? can liam take this one?”
y/n laughed, rolling her eyes as she emptied the styrofoam container onto a ceramic plate. for an athlete, she had never met someone who hated physical activity as much as her boyfriend did.
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, love.” she placed the plates on the coffee table, wiping her greasy hands on a tea towel before turning towards the staircase.
“where are you going, pretty girl?” yuki asked, almost whining as he reached for the tv remote. “i need cuddles.”
“just let me change, babe! if I get gravy on this dress, the dry cleaning bill might just kill me.”
she ran up the stairs, yukis eyes trained on her ass as she went. as he thought about y/n, and how pretty she was, and how loved she made him feel, and how she put up with him even when his work schedule was crazy.
how she made him feel like the luckiest man alive.
he asked himself: why haven’t I proposed to her yet? this is the woman i want to spend the rest of my life with.
iv
the sun was slowly sinking over the horizon as the happy couple sat at the wrought-iron patio table. yukis hand rested softly against the table, with y/n tracing shapes on the back of his hand as restaurant goers chatted in french around them. the south of france was the one trip that y/n had let yuki pay for in full, private jet and all.
she had a feeling that he had something planned, but she wasn’t sure what. it was their third anniversary, after all.
“babe, you’re staring again.” y/n giggled, looking over at her lover. “whatcha thinking about?”
“I’m not staring! I’m just admiring you. thinking about how much i love you.”
she looked over the flickering candle in the middle of the table to smile at yuki, resting her hand on top of his. “i love you too. happy anniversary, my love.”
the waiter came back with their dessert: two small plates of cheesecake, placing them in front of the couple before bowing gently and backing away from the table. the dirty dancing soundtrack was playing on the radio, fairy lights twinkling in the air above them, and yuki knew what he needed to do.
he could feel his palms getting sweaty as he slipped his hand out of y/n’s, reaching into the pocket of his cargo shorts.
y/n could hardly believe her eyes when yuki placed the small red box on the table, opening the lid to reveal the small diamond ring.
“u/n, these last three years have felt like a fever dream. the good kind, the kind that you never want to end. you make me a better man, bring me back to life when there’s no gas left in the metaphorical tank. i want you, in the best of ways and the worst of ways. i need you by my side. i don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. y/n, will you marry me?”
“yes, of course I will!” she sobs, mascara running as she allows yuki to slide the ring into her finger.
“happy anniversary, darling.”
BONUS
yukitsunoda she said yes! I can’t wait for our next adventure ❤️
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you’re on your own, kid // mercedes
summary: to quote her mentor, it’s been a shit fucking day at the office. she doesn’t want to go home alone, and needs a few shoulders to cry on.
pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 team x female reader
warnings: *existential crisis intensifies*. talk of loneliness and romantic problems, anxiety. y/n is very emotional and sensitive. I do a lot of projecting because I just want to be comforted. we jokingly bully paul aron a little bit.
author's note: the only explanation i have for this is sad girl fall
"mr. bonnington?" she shouted, dashing across the factory floor to catch up to the race engineer, a stack of papers in her hands.
peter bonnington smiled at the young intern, taking the sheaf of papers patenting the new suspension system being used in the silver arrows for next season. "mr. bonnington was my father. please, y/n, call me bonno. everybody else does. you're one of us now."
"am i? i just work in legal. i don't even get to travel." she said it jokingly, but it was another reminder that she didn't truly fit in with the team, that nothing she did would make her good enough.
"yeah, and you don't get the stress and jet lag that goes along with it." bonno looked at her knowingly. "you're going to do great things here. just you wait and see."
but y/n didn't fully believe him. she wasn't even a proper lawyer, just the clerk. the glorified errand-girl.
she carried that bad feeling in her stomach all day. while she was sitting at her desk typing reports, watching through the windows as the engineers laughed with each other. while she sorted contracts and blueprints and watched the drivers talking with each other on their way to the simulator room. the junior drivers, kimi antonelli and paul aron, one a year younger than she was, the other two full calendar years and three months. just kids, already more successful and well known than y/n would ever be.
and she realized that she never truly felt like she fit in, and then she was going to go home and sit alone with her feelings over a frozen dinner.
as soon as the clock hit five, she grabbed her backpack and her coat and she was out of the office in a flash, headphones in as she bit back tears.
she made it to the edge of the parking lot before she started crying, sitting down on the edge of one of the decorative rocks. the tears ran down her face and she knew she looked like a fool sitting in the parking lot and bawling her eyes out, but her mother always told her that emotions were better out than in.
she didn't know how long she had been there when something brought her back to the present moment. the press of a paw on her leg, a deep bark that cut through the music she was listening to. the gentle pressure of a hand on her shoulder.
she looked down, taking out one of her earbuds as she reached down to scratch roscoe hamilton behind the ears, turning her head to see the bulldog's owner, the one and only lewis hamilton, standing next to the rock where she was sitting.
"are you alright, y/n? you look upset."
she shook her head, wiping her eyes and trying to regain composure. "you know who i am?"
"of course. we met when your lawyer did that tour of the factory floor."
"i didn't think the higher ups would remember somebody like me."
lewis smiled, taking a seat next to her on the rock, lifting roscoe up so she could hold the bulldog in her arms. "do you want to talk about it?"
"it's been a day, lewis. it's been a day. i'm struggling to fit in here, even though this field placement is literally the dream to me. i've loved this team since before i could walk, and i feel like an outsider every time that i walk through the factory doors."
lewis comfortingly put his hand on her arm. "what can we do to help?"
"i don't know. i think that i'm the problem, lewis. i don't know how to talk to people, and i always think they're judging me behind my back. i'm not a people person, and i think it's just as simple as that."
roscoe whined in her lap, nudging his head into her stomach. she laughed scratching the bulldog behind the ears.
"roscoe seems to like you. and if roscoe likes you, you can't be that bad."
"i'm just lonely, lewis. it's my first year away from home, and i've never been alone for this long before."
lewis was about to say something when another voice cut through the air.
"oi, lewis, mate, what are you doing out here in the cold?"
they both turned around. lewis waved the other man over, and soon enough, george russell was sitting on her other side, a concerned look on his face.
"are you alright, love? you look like you've been crying."
"thanks for the reminder." she sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the cuff of her sweater. "i'm y/n, i work in legal."
"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm george, but you know that already, i bet."
lewis patted her gently on the shoulder. "y/n was just saying that she doesn't feel like she fits in here."
george's eyes widened. "that can't be true. come on now, we aren't that bad company, are we?"
y/n laughed, shaking her head. "i've just always struggled with the social aspect. and now i get to go home and be lonely over a good book and a frozen dinner from sainsburys."
lewis raised his eyebrows. "really? a pretty, bright young thing like you must have someone to come home to."
"you know how it is. you grow older and you lose touch with friends, they move away destined for better things and you're still stuck in the same place that you were before because your anxiety is so bad that you can't bear to move away from home and leave behind everything you thought you knew. this is my first time living on my own. i moved out of my parent's house and into a small little flat that i can barely afford."
she stopped and took a deep breath.
i will not cry in front of the most important members of this fucking team.
"with every day that goes by where i don't meet that person, that person who's going to love me unconditionally, that person who's going to tell me i'm gorgeous and kiss me softly and want to spend the rest of their life with me, i get scared that it's never going to happen for me. i'm scared of being alone."
"woah, is there a party out here that i wasn't invited to?" nyck de vries was bundled up from head to toe against the british fall, the wind ruffling his hair as he shrunk his already small body back into the down jacket that swamped his body. "room for one more?"
"if you can fit on the rock, you're welcome to join us." y/n smiled, grateful for the company as she shifted to create room for the reserve driver.
"nyck'll fit, he's tiny anyways." george laughed as the dutch driver joined the trio.
"fuck off, russell. we can't all be tall. being short is awesome anyways, i don't know what you're talking about. so, what are we talking about? boys? inter-office gossip?"
"how about the ever present fear of dying alone having never experienced being in love." y/n said shortly, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles. "yeah, it's a heavy one."
"i'm sorry, how old are you?"
"almost twenty."
"that's way too young to be having an existential crisis like this, mate. you have your whole life ahead of you."
"it will happen when it's meant to. the world has a funny way of working in the ways you least expect it." lewis said gently, taking her small hand in his larger one. "and in the mean time, you have the three of us."
"i can set you up with some of the f2 guys." nyck suggested. "i mean, it's been a while since i was a part of that world, but there's got to be a few of them left around that could help out."
"absolutely not. i'm not sicking an f2 driver on the poor girl." lewis laughed. "you of all people should know how wild they are."
"would you rather i set her up with a formula e driver? i'd say that they're worse."
"what about clement?" george suggested. "i think you'd love novalak, he's a riot."
"he's friends with lando." lewis reminded his teammate.
"right, maybe he's not the best fit for someone so sweet and quiet. paul, maybe?"
"paul is eighteen years old, george." y/n reminded through a laugh. "i'm not dating a literal child."
"what's this about dating?"
at the sound of the team principal's voice, all conversation ceased as the drivers turned to look at their boss. "hey toto." they chorused in almost terrifying unison.
"your drivers are trying to find me a boyfriend."
toto raised his eyebrows. "and they suggested paul? i wouldn't wish that boy on anybody. his brother might be a good fit though. a nice boy with a respectable job on the pit wall."
"leave the poor girl alone, toto." susie laughed, smacking her husband on the arm. "me and angela are the only people allowed to send her on dates, you hear me?"
"yes, susie." the three drivers said in unison, laughing among themselves.
y/n already felt better.
"hey, y/n," george offered. "we were all about to go for a night out, lewis was taking us bowling, we were probably also going to get some pizza or something. did you want to come with us? i'd hate for you to go home sad."
y/n smiled. "actually, yeah. i'd like that a lot."
"come on, then!" susie smiled, helping y/n up from the rock and putting her arm around the younger girl. "you look like you need some girl time."
"oi, susie!" nyck shouted with a laugh. "don't go stealing her from us now!"
and suddenly, even if it was just for a night, she felt like things were going to be okay again.
maybe she wasn't as lonely as she thought she was.
maybe she wasn't on her own after all.
#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#george russell#lewis hamilton#nyck de vries#toto wolff#mercedes amg petronas#mercedes f1#mercedes x reader#taylor swift#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#mini fic#family are the friends we meet along the way series#Spotify
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how will I know? // marcus armstrong
summary: marcus has the hots for a barista at florida's trendiest cafe. it's not the pumpkin spice that keeps bringing him back. perhaps its the fact that he doesn't know how to ask her out that's holding him back.
pairing: marcus armstrong x barista! reader
warnings: pumpkin spice lattes, mid-season exams, i don't know jack shit about coffee so if the terminology doesn't make sense, don't sue me. Clement has no filter whatsoever.
how will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer in every heartbeat! how will I know if he’s thinking of me? I’m asking you cause you know about things
florida is a vastly different place before eight in the morning. especially in the fall, trees dyed red and orange as nature takes it’s time ringing in the next phase.
marcus stopped, hands on his knees as he bent over to gasp for air. he never associated flordia with the cold, but when you grow up in christchurch, anything less than boiling is cold.
he took a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of his athletic sweater and stretching his arms as he began to walk down the quiet street. the off season was no joke. sure, he’s fucked around for a few weeks with some of the old ferrari boys, but now he finally had a chance to make something of himself.
to be a household name.
which meant that despite the outside temperature and the lack of desire tk do much, he needed to keep up the routine. the routine would keep him sane, keep him in fighting condition.
but first, he needed coffee. and indoor heating.
he pushed into the coffee shop on the corner, a quiet yet cozy set up with blown glass pumpkins on the shelves behind the counter, a garland of fake fall leaves strung up around the point-of-sale terminal. lo-fi covers of eighties arena rock played in the background, a tinny rendition inf of Springsteens ‘dancing in the dark’ echoing throughout the empty space.
empty except for one person.
at a table in the back corner, a petite woman of about twenty one sat cross legged, earbuds in and staring at a laptop as she hopped her head to whatever she was listening to and scribbled a few things down on her notebook page.
she sang under her breath as she bopped her head, and marcus could hear the fluctuating notes of “you sexy thing” clashing with the overhead music.
there was something about the care-free nature of her own little world that marcus found very endearing.
sliding a hand into his pants pockets, he turned back to the counter, tapping the bell on the counter to call for a barista.
at the sound, the girl in the corner jumped, apple earbuds falling out of her ears as she stumbled over the kanken backpack on the floor.
“fuck, give me just a second! sorry, we usually don’t get any traffic before eight in the morning.” she groaned, heading towards the counter, cuffs of her oversized jeans dragging on the floor. “it’s mid term season, you know how it is.”
“I don’t, actually.” marcus shrugged “I never went to university.”
the girl laughed, slipping behind the counter. “count yourself lucky. this is hell.” she took a breath, tying her hair in a loose ponytail behind her head. “what can I get you?”
“do you have just, normal coffees?” marcus chuckled, looking at the chalkboard menu on the wall. “something that my trainer won’t kill me for drinking?”
the girl behind the counter laughed, placing a hand over her heart. “someone under the age of thirty drinks normal coffee?”
“such is the life of a professional athlete.”
she smiled softly at him, and he felt his stomach churn as she tapped the tablet screen.
she was so pretty, in such a subtle, ordinary way. the kind that took no effort.
“espresso, latte, or americano?”
marcus placed his order, tapping his black amex card against the machine as she turned around to grab a paper coffee cup, a blue sharpie peeking out over her back pocket. she uncapped the marker, leaning over the counter and resting her elbows against the laminate.
“can I get a name for that?”
“that depends,” marcus grinned, mimicking her pose. his face was so close to her that she could have kissed him if she leaned a little closer. “can I get yours?”
“y/n.” she flushed, blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I’m marcus. nice to meet you, y/n.”
every morning after that, it was like there was an invisible string that kept dragging marcus back. he couldn't explain what pull that the small boutique cafe had, but every morning, like clockwork, he was slipping into the small store, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl who had first caught his eye, sitting curled up in her small corner of the white marble space.
by the second day, he had worked up the courage to ask what she was studying. by the third day, she had memorized his order (americano with cream and cold foam) and by the fourth day, he was coming in early to help her use her study flash cards.
despite herself, y/n found herself longing for the kiwi, the mysterious athlete that had slipped so easily into her life despite it all, despite the obligations that she was sure had to things that weren't her.
it all felt too good to be true.
and you know what, one morning he never came in, and she felt her heart sink, even though there was no reason for it. it's not like he was her lover. he was just another customer.
one she had grown attached to.
of course, marcus had a good reason for not coming in that morning. he knew it was the day before her exam, and he wanted more than anything to be there and help her make sure she was ready. instead, he found himself at the airport, waiting for two different flights to land: james from new zealand, and clement from... well, he didn't actually know where clement was flying in from. sometimes, when it came to the eccentric frenchman, it was better not to ask. and
because he was such a good fucking friend, he was waiting in the arrivals line at the asscrack of dawn instead of ordering coffee. and once his friends had piled into the car, squishing suitcases and duffle bags into the sad excuse of a trunk, he got it into his head that he was going to go straight to the coffee shop.
"mate, you missed the turn to your house." clement frowned, tapping on the window. "where are you taking us?"
james smiled to himself, wiping the sweat off his brow. "he's taking us to see coffee shop girl."
"oh, shit. are you finally going to tell her you love her?"
"oh, fuck you both." marcus groaned, pulling into a parking space in front of the small shop, aptly named 'what's the tea?. "i'm not 'in love', but i want to know her better. she has a big exam tomorrow, and you guys know i've been helping her study, so i just want to make sure she feels okay about it."
clement snorted, sharing a look with james.
"simp." both men said at the same time, laughing hysterically as marcus stepped out of the car, flashing his middle finger at his comrades before he went inside.
when they were done laughing, clement and james followed him inside, greeted by a lo-fi version of 'you shook me all night long'. the cafe was busier than marcus had ever seen it, and there were three different girls working behind the counter today, the tables almost full. he spied y/n's backpack at a corner booth, tucked safely into the corner.
but there was no sign of y/n.
he waited in the line, james and clem behind him, and when he reached the counter, he couldn't hide his disappointment that she hadn't come to ask if he still wanted his usual order.
"what can i get you?" athena, the woman behind the counter asked him.
"hi, is y/n working today?"
athena grinned, leaning against the counter. "you're runner boy, aren't you?"
"he calls her coffee shop girl! they're made for each other!" clem shouted with a laugh, earning a small slap to the chest from james.
"she's in the back, she stepped out to take a break. today has been rough on her." athena smiles softly, stepping back. "i'll go get her for you."
he peeled away from the line, hands tapping his sides nervously as he watched athena duck into the back room. james clapped him in the shoulders, attempting to talk up his longtime friend.
when the door to the back room opened, and y/n emerged from the small break space, his heart stopped. her eyes were rimmed in red, as if she had been crying. her hair was loosely pinned back in a plastic clip, a minuscule droplet of water on her glasses.
and as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help but smile.
“you came. I missed you this morning.” she said softly, making her way towards him, hands shyly hidden in the sleeves of her sweater.
marcus chuckled, gesturing towards clem and james. “yeah, I had to go pick up these two wankers from the airport.”
almost as if they had heard, both men turned towards the couple, waving their arms madly.
“he wants to jump your bones!” clement shouts before taking a sip of his fancy matcha drink, seductively winking at a blonde behind the bar
“please, pay them no mind.” marcus sighs as y/n starts to laugh. “I’ve known them since I was like, twelve. theyre harmless, just taking the piss.”
“don’t worry about it.” she smiles, brushing an errant strand of hair. “I think it’s charming.”
“your civil lit exam is tomorrow, right? how are you feeling?”
she exhaled, slipping both hands into her back pockets. “overwhelmed. but I think I can do it. i can definitely pass, just not sure by how much.”
feeling james and clems eyes boring into the back of his head, marcus took a deep breath, wringing his hands together. “hey, after your exam, maybe when your life has calmed down a little bit, do you want to grab a drink?”
she beamed, blushing pink as she reached for a cardboard heat sleeve, scribbling her number down on it. “yeah, I’d love that. do you want w coffee? the usual?”
she slipped the sleeve with her number on it onto the cup, her hand lingering over marcus’ as she passed him the cup.
when he went back to his friends, james and clem took one look at the scribbled digits on the side of the cup and burst out into cheers.
as they left the shop, he turned back, stealing a look at y/n as she slipped behind the bakery case. when she saw him, she gave him a smile, and a gentle wave.
and marcus waved back. maybe moving to florida wasn’t a bad thing after all.
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would it be a sin? // lando norris
summary: lando tries (and fails in the sweetest funniest of ways) to make his and y/n’s first night in their new house together a memorable experience
pairing: lando norris x female reader
warnings: sweet and dorky and giggly smut, but still smut
author's note: this is a love letter to all my girlies who are not kinky in the slightest. just because you don't like it too rough, or don't have any interest in anything kinky doesn't mean that you can't have a fulfilling sex life. this ones for you <3
never in her life did y/n y/l/n dream that she would be so lucky.
leaves were falling down outside, orange and yellow and red dotting the interlock driveway and crunching under the wheels of lando's mclaren as he pulled up the front drive. the movers had been there earlier in the day, a few suitcases stowed away in the back of the luxury supercar.
she stepped out of the car, looking up at the house in wonder as she pulled the massive stuffed ikea bear out of the trunk.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
lando grinned, dangling the house keys in front of him. “better believe it, baby! you are out of your moms house and living with the love of your life, aka me.”
y/n giggled, pecking lando on the lips, the stuffed bear wedged between their bodies.
“I still can’t believe that you brought that bear. it gives me nightmares, baby.”
“uh, lan, it’s not a ‘bear’, it’s a djungelskog.” she giggled, shaking the bear in landos face. “come on, I’ve had this thing since I was a baby, I brought him with me to college. sometimes I snuggle him in my sleep while you’re gone.”
“that’s cute, darling, but I’m here now.” lando said gently, taking the djungelskog bear from y/n and darting up the driveway, where he opened the front door and put the bear in the living room before running down the driveway and sweeping y/n into his arms with a smile and a laugh.
"lando norris, put me down!" y/n laughed as lando carried her over the threshold and into the living room, which was empty save for the stacks upon stacks of boxes.
"you think that im not going to carry my girlfriend over the threshold of our new house?"
"well, yeah, but you're also likely to drop me!"
lando laughed before gently setting y/n down on the soles of her tennis shoes, his arms still around her as he pressed his lips to hers. "we did it, love. this place is ours now."
lando wouldn't say it out loud, but the cozy bunglow ranch house was where he could see the rest of his life unfolding: carrying y/n through the doorway in her voluminous white wedding dress, the smell of fresh bread as she baked in the kitchen, the smell travelling down the hall to his simulator room. two little kids running around the halls, one boy and one girl, a mini carbon copy of both of them. maybe a dog or two? or a cat? teaching his kids how to use the mclaren simulator, their little hands overtop of his as he helped them reach the steering wheel. birthday parties with helium balloons and confetti, little carboard party hats on everybody's heads.
from the first real estate showing, lando norris had seen the rest of his life unfold in that house.
"come on, let me show you the master bedroom."
"lando, i saw the pictures, remember?"
because of their complicated schedules, and the demand for that particular home, lando had been the only one able to go with the estate agent on the one day that was available, so y/n hadn't seen the interior in person yet.
"yes, but it's even better in person!"
giggling at lando's excitement, y/n took his hand and followed him down the long hallway to the master bedroom. the couple were so caught up in the moment that they hadn't even taken off their shoes, tracking dirt throughout the length of the hallway.
"lando, this is incredible! our bed isn't even going to take up half of this place!"
the mclaren driver shrugged, kicking the mattress towards the middle of the cavernous, sunny room. "then we just get a bigger one? it's not that big a deal, love."
"it is when i still have student loans to pay off. i feel bad, i didn't help you pay for any of this." y/n insisted.
"let me spoil you." lando countered, walking over to the cardboard box that held y/n's treasured vitrola record player, plugging it into the wall before he started looking for the records. "hey, do you know where the box with the vinyl is?"
"how should i know, lando? the movers did it all, didn't they?" y/n shook her head with a small grin as she went over to a tupperware container marked 'linens'. "we may not have a bedframe or a soundtrack, but at least now we have sheets and a duvet because god, i'm way too tired today to even think about putting the ikea furniture together."
with the new house had come a complete overhaul of the furniture lando owned. well, everything that max fewtrell was letting him take. being a university student and still living with her mother, y/n didn't have a lot, but she did bring a few other important things, like hand knitted blankets from her grandmother and numerous corningware dishes and china plates from her mother's collection.
"found them!" lando cried in achievement, throwing on an old elvis record that he bought last time he was in austin for a grand prix simply because he wanted the experience of dancing to the vinyl recording of can't help falling in love with you with y/n in the middle of the living room in his apartment at one in the morning because he thought it would be romantic.
"so, i take it you're not helping me?" y/ raised an eybrow as she started putting pillows in cases. "last i checked, this was a two person job, and if you want to get laid tonight, you'd better help, because i refuse to fuck you on the floor."
lando's head shot up, and he lunged for the corner of the flannel sheets.
"oh, so that gets you on your feet?" y/n giggled as the couple put the fitted sheet on the full sized mattress.
as soon as y/n deemed lando's work acceptable by lying in the middle of the bed, lando crawled on top of her, caging her body against the mattress and kissing her deeply, smiles on both of their faces.
"i know i complained a lot, but i'm really glad that you talked me into moving in with you." y/n said through a smile, running her fingers through lando's hair.
"i'm glad that max isn't going to be a cockblock any more." lando laughed out, causing y/n to giggle underneath him.
"or my mom."
"jesus christ, anything but that. your mom still glares at me any time we go up to your room, you know that?"
"she means well, lando." y/n giggles, kissing him again. "she doesn't want grandkids yet. not because she thinks we're too young, but mostly because she thinks she's not old enough to be called grandma."
"your mother is evil." lando chuckled before he kisses her again, his soft lips cushioning her bottom lip as the kiss deepens, her body getting pushed further into the mattress, chilled hands sliding up her sweater.
"god, lando!" she hisses from the impact, trying to push his hands away. "you're freezing!"
the brit shrugged "to be quite fair, it is only like, fifteen degrees outside. is now a good time for me to figure out how the fireplace works? it could be romantic." he wiggled his eyebrows at the end, eliciting raucous laughter from his lover, who was still underneath him.
"go on then, let me move the mattress closer so we can actually feel the heat."
lando messed around with the ornate stone fireplace, turning dials and dropping firewood before realizing that he didn't have a lighter anywhere, and therefore would struggle with actually igniting the kindling.
the fireplace had been one of the factors that drove y/n's final decision on the ranch house, the grey stone creating a cottage-like feel, giving a cozy atmosphere and tying the whole room together. she was not a fan of the cinnamon-colored paint on the wall, but lando promised that the would get the twitch quartet to help him repaint it in whatever color she wanted.
y/n laughed to herself as she brought the mattress closer, dropping down two pillows, a knit blanket and the duvet.
"do you need some help, lando?"
lando shook his head, looking through a shoebox of things that were emptied out of his kitchen drawer. "just get comfortable. i need to open a box and find some newspaper to light on fire."
"that is the worst idea i think i've ever heard you speak out loud."
"it's kindling!"
"it's a safety hazard."
shaking her head, y/ slipped out of her woolen sweater, adidas and jeans before she slipped under the covers, sliding off her white lace bra and throwing it in lando's direction to try and get his attention.
she missed, the bra sliding harmlessly across the floor as lando ignited the fireplace, the cozy scent of burning firewood filling the air. but the driver kept messing with the fire, using the cast iron poker to push around the logs, hoping that the fire would grow
rolling her eyes impatiently, y/n slipped off her lacy panties underneath the covers before balling them into her hand and throwing them.
this time, she hit the mark, the balled-up sunflower-colored fabric hitting lando in the back of the head. he finally turned around, picking up the undergarment in his hands and staring in confusion before turning to look at the mattress.
"oh, love. you'll be the death of me at this rate."
y/n had a big smile on her face as she propped herself up on an elbow, holding the duvet cover over her cleavage as she teasingly smiled at lando.
with a beaming grin, lando pulled his sweater over his head and kicked off his running shoes, making his way over to the bed.
"babe, look out-"
she had barely finished issuing the warning before lando tripping over y/n's tennis shoes and trying to grab onto one of the stacked boxes to try and regain his balance, a massive cardboard box containing all of lando's mclaren gear falling over and spilling papaya colored shirts and baseball caps onto the hardwood floor.
"lan, sweetie, are you okay?" y/n said through laughter
"i'm fine." lando choked out, still giggling himself as he slipped out of his jeans and joined y/n under the covers next to the fire.
the fire warmed their exposed skin as lando and y/n embraced, his hungry lips quickly taking control, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as he grinded into her aching core, swallowing her sweet, soft moan in his fiery kiss.
the driver continued to trail soothing, gentle kisses across y/n's jaw, his fingers moving to lace with hers as he held her hand next to her head, nipping at the sweet spot on her neck as she bucked her hips into his.
"patience, pretty girl." lando hummed, moving his feather light kisses down her neck before gently taking one of y/n's hard nipples into his mouth.
y/n dropped his hand, burying her finger's in lando's curls as she urged him forward, begging the brit to give her more as gentle whines spilled from her lips.
he trailed his kisses further and further down her body, each kiss punctuated by a different declaration of love: "i love you", "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever met", "i cant imagine another day without you by my side."
little praises that brought a content smile to her face as lando began to kiss and caress her inner thighs, inching closer and clsoer to where she needed him the most.
y/n wasn’t a kinky person by any means. she’d much rather be made love to by candlelight than fucked from behind and spanked. but the one thing lando knew got her off more than anything was being on the receiving end of body worship. after spending so many years insecure and worried that nobody would ever find her pretty or sexy or attractive, listening to lando tell her how stunning she was in such a genuine tone, or showing her how gorgeous she was with his mouth and his hands was the perfect way to get her closer to an orgasm.
her biggest concern in the beginning was that lando would tire of vanilla sex and break up with her to go find somebody new, somebody more willing to take risks in the bedroom. someone who liked it a little rougher.
acutely aware of this fact, lando went out of his way to find ways to spice it up without getting kinky. truth be told, he had never read more cosmopolitan articles in his life, but he was thankful to the ever growing wisdom of the sex life magazine for being the brains behind some of his favourite sexual memories with y/n. the time they played strip monopoly (lando lost, but he wasn't complaining) was his favourite, but he would deny the game even existed if one of his buddies asked him about it. no, that was a memory for him an y/n only.
together they'd experimented with different music to set the mood, different lingerie and lingerie fabrics to find out which ones felt the best, different massage oils (no need to elaborate here), the one time that he wore his race suit and fireproofs (and my god, did they both think that was an incredible night).
"oh my god, lando, stop being such a tease." y/n breathed. "i need you so badly right now."
"tell me what you want, my gorgeous gorgeous girl." lando hummed, breathing on her most sensitive area
y/n's breath hitched, one hand still on the back of lando's head, the other clutching the sheets that were wrapped around her upper body. "i want your tongue. i want you to eat me out."
lando wasted no time, slipping his tongue in between her sopping wet folds, swirling and licking in the way that only he knew how. y/n clenched her thighs together, squeezing around lando's head, but cautious of the pressure she was putting on the driver.
"wrap those gorgeous thighs around me, love. if i die, i die and i get an awesome story to tell in heaven."
y/n laughed, a beautiful and delicate sound that sent even more blood rushing to lando's cock, if that was even possible.
sex with lando never failed to make y/n giggle. not because it was humorous or laughable, but because lando made her feel so comfortable in her own skin, made her feel like she could laugh at any given moment because he knew just the right thing to do. lando knew that sex and laughter were not mutually exclusive and made it his mission to make her laugh at least once every time they fucked.
with each movement of his tongue, y/n clenched her thighs tighter around lando's head, moans getting louder as she began to rut her hips up and into his face.
"oh lando, i-i think i'm gonna...oh god."
she almost whimpered as lando pulled away, still covered completely by the duvet. she found herself giggling at the young man as he floundered underneath the blankets to try and get back out again, his hair ruffled and messy.
still laughing, she pulled him close, pressing her lips to his, sliding her free hand down the front of his boxers to rub his erection.
"see what you do to me, love?" lando whispered quietly, moaning breathily down her ear as she slides her hand up and down his cock.
"take me, lando." she practically moans, kissing and nibbling up the driver's neck and pressing herself closer, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. "please." her voice took on more of a whine this time, and lando couldn't resist.
he gently pushed her back against the mattress, awkwardly shuffling out of his underwear before ensuring that they were both wrapped up in the sheets and duvet, still feeling the warmth from the fireplace before he gently and smoothly pushed into her, lacing his fingers with hers on both hands, pinning them above her head before he began to thrust in and out. he kept the pace even, somewhere between slow and quick, y/n's head tilted back in pleasure.
"oh, lando...fuck, you feel incredible inside me."
"i love making love to you, darling." lando breathed before kissing her, letting go of one of y/n's hands to grip her waist as he started thrusting quicker. "i love hearing you moan my name, feeling your skin against mine."
she used her free hand to grip lando's hair, holding his head close as the driver started kissing the breast that he hadn't paid attention earlier.
that was another incredible thing about lando norris: there wasn't a single part of her body that he left unloved when they had sex.
"did i mention how much i adore your boobs?" he said moments later, a certain giddiness in his tone and a grin on his face that y/n found it impossible not to match, even while lando was almost balls-deep inside of her, breaking out in a grin right before a particularly deep thrust had her letting out a moan that made her entire body shake.
"once or twice." she said dreamily, pulling lando back in for a kiss, hiking her leg further up to give lando better access to a deeper angle.
"oh, just like that, love." lando moaned, quickening his pace once again. "oh, i doubt that i'm going to last much longer."
“I don’t think I will either.” she remarked casually, feeling the familiar knot in her stomach as she kissed lando hungrily, a kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
landos breath hitched as he felt y/ns walls begun to close around him, his thrusts faltering as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“come for me darling.” he encouraged, nipping at her neck. “I’ve got you, love. let go for me.”
she reached for landos hand, squeezing down hard as her entire body shook from her orgasm, face buried in landos neck to muffle her cries of pleasure. Lando reached his own peak shortly after, the couple lying skin-to-skin underneath the covers, her head on his chest.
“I love you, you big dork.” y/n said with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on landos jaw.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” the driver grinned, shifting his position on the bed. “are you warm enough, love?” he worried, pulling the duvet cover up and over her shoulders.
“I’m fine, baby.” she chuckled, tracing shapes on his skin. “the house is beautiful.”
“isn’t it? if we put down a rug and a few chairs, maybe a coffee table in front of the fire, it makes the perfect place to play another round of strip monopoly.”
y/n laughed. “again? are you sure your ego could handle losing again?”
“love, trust me. it was not ‘losing’ when the night ended with me inside of you anyways.”
“I can’t wait to start making memories in this house with you.” she smiled, shifting her position so that she was looking down at lando. “just you and me, maybe a tabby cat.” she paused. “a baby…one day?”
lando smiled, kissing her softly. “one day, my love. one day. I’d love to start a family with you. once the time is right.”
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mr. winter // pierre gasly
summary: bad weather is keeping her flight grounded for the foreseeable future. as her holidays fall apart, she meets a handsome stranger in the terminal next to hers.
pairing: pierre gasly x female! reader
author's note: this is the most ambitious one yet guys . . . i hope it's as good on paper as it was in my head. there are only three (??) fics left in the christmas collection (daniel, charles, zhou)
when you left, she was a wreck, she said you left a mess
but you said that you'd be back home, didn't wanna be all alone
(..)
hey mr. winter, did you miss her? she'll be waiting all alone, please just say you'll come back home
warnings: lack of christmas spirit, talk about relationship troubles, drinking (but not nearly as much drinking as some of my other fics), y/n gets into pierre's car after not even knowing him for an hour which is a very stupid decision to make (but i think i would too if given the chance-)
author's note: this is the most ambitious one yet guys . . . i hope it's as good on paper as it was in my head. there are only three (??) fics left in the christmas collection (daniel, charles, zhou)
"west jet flight ts74000 from milan to toronto international has been cancelled until further notice."
"fucking hell!" y/n groaned with the other travellers, slumping back in the uncomfortable airport chairs.
she knew she was cutting it close by having her high-school friend group's annual reunion in europe, this close to the holidays, but she never could say no to althea.
althea was lucky: she was staying in italy with her fiancee, jonas, for their first christmas as an 'almost married' couple. y/n on the other hand? she'd already been waiting for her flight for almost six hours. and now it was looking like she'd have to spend the foreseeable future in that gross, sweaty airport as well.
she was going to miss christmas.
it was with a heavy heart and drained spirits that she managed to rouse herself enough to get to the receptionists desk so that she could arrange a new flight.
"are you sure you don't have anything sooner? and by sooner, i mean at some point today, tomorrow at the latest?"
"sorry, signora." the receptionist shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing against her pale skin. she was wearing earrings that looked like christmas wreaths.
the christmas spirit was making y/n nauseous.
"you don't understand, i need to get home."
"you and everybody else. the next flight is twelve a.m in two days time, i'm sorry, signora." the receptionist passed her an envelope before waving the the rest of the line. "next!"
"where the fuck am i supposed to stay for two days? i can't afford a hotel!"
"that's what happens when you travel at christmas, signora."
with a dejected sigh at the realization that she wasn't going to get anywhere, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and walked back towards terminal b5, dejectedly settling into the uncomfortable plastic chair that was bolted to the terminal's tile floor. she debated calling her mom, letting her know that she wouldn't be home in time for christmas.
she tapped a delicately manicured fingernail against the screen of her iphone before she decided against it, dejectedly burying her head in her hands as she tried not to scream.
"i saw what happened back there. that's rough."
she sat up a little straighter, swiveling her head around. on the other side of the rigid plastic chairs, a man was staring at her. he had a mane of fluffy, brown hair atop his head, and a smile that had definitely broken more than a few hearts.
"yeah, well that's what i get for trying to fly to canada three days before christmas. from what i've heard from my mom, it's been a rough winter back home."
"what brought you to milan?"
"high school reunion. my best friend is getting married and this was the only time that we could all get off." she rolled her eyes "and now look at where i am."
the stranger laughed. "i have been making this flight back to normandy for three years now, and something always goes wrong."
"ah, france. i should have guessed." she said lightheartedly before extending her hand. "i'm y/n."
"pierre. nice to meet you, cherie." pierre winked before shaking the young woman's hand.
"air france flight af20865 from milan to normandy has been cancelled until further notice"
as his side of the terminal just groaned, pierre grinned as he raised an eyebrow. the devilish grin on the frenchman's face made the butterflies run rampant in y/n's stomach, her cheeks heating up pink underneath his gaze.
"it sounds like we could both use a drink. i'm buying?"
y/n laughed, throwing one backpack strap over her shoulder. "as long as you're buying."
the airport bar was the one place where y/n and pierre could find even a semblance of quiet in the stressed, holiday atmosphere of milan international airport. she sat at the bar, listening to the italian christmas carols play softly in the background as she pulled the paper wrapping off a plastic straw, taking that first sip of her sprite.
"do you not drink?" pierre had asked her
"i don't like the taste of alcohol. it's too bitter for me. i don't mind mixed drinks, though. it's weird."
pierre cocked his head, elbow against the counter and palm of his hand propping up the side of his head. his muscles rippled underneath the cable knit sweater he was wearing, and y/n couldn't tear her eyes away. "it's not weird. it's quirky."
"it's one of the eccentricities that gets you called a 'wet blanket' and never invited out with anybody."
"come on, your distaste for alcohol can't be the reason that you came to italy alone. usually people come to europe to search for something. they're looking for love, self-worth. self-discovery."
she almost choked on her mouthful of sprite, coughing in her elbow before turning to pierre. "wow, you really went for the throat there. calling me lonely in four different ways. i've been single for just over a year and a half now. my college relationship fell apart after graduation. it's hard when all of your friends are in committed relationships and you aren't."
"all of my friends are getting dumped, so we can go be idiots together now." pierre shrugged, taking a sip from his drink. "it's actually quite nice."
"typical bachelor behavior." y/n giggled, completely entranced by the frenchman. "god, i fucking hate christmas."
pierre raised an eyebrow. "why is that? how can you hate the most wonderful time of the year."
the young woman groaned, shocked that she was even considering baring her most vulnerable emotions to this stranger.
this very, very beautiful stranger.
"it's just that there's so much pressure on you to be happy, to feel festive, and then you feel bad when you aren't immersing yourself in holiday spirit. there's also so much emphasis on christmas as a couples holiday, and well, if you don't have a boyfriend, it's kind of shit."
"then clearly you haven't been doing christmas right."
y/n raised her eyebrow at the frenchman. "and you have?"
"since both of our flights are grounded, and we have all the time in the world," pierre began, getting up from the barstool and pulling on his leather jacket. "why don't i show you?"
i must be crazy, she told herself as she took his warm hand in hers. "alright, casanova. show me what you've got."
getting into pierre's car was not a smart decision, and even though every neuron in her body should have told her as much, she couldn't bring herself to turn the man down. there was something about him that made her want to let he guard down.
his car was shockingly nice, a honda sportscar that rode low to the ground, had no trunk space and leather seats. why on earth he was about to let it sit in an airport parking lot was beyond her. maybe someone was supposed to come and pick it up for him once he was on the flight.
he pulled out of the airport parking lot, and y/n finally saw sense. she sent off a quick text to althea, knowing that the greek girl was still in italy, including a gps tracker for her location and a scrambled message explaining the handsome man in terminal b4 and the cancelled flight back home.
"im still shocked that italy gets this much snow." she said softly.
"does it not snow where you come from? i thought you were from canada, no?"
y/n laughed. "it doesn't snow around christmas. sometimes we get lucky and there will be a freak storm in january, but christmas is usually just cold and damp and gross."
"well, then we must celebrate the snow while you're still here, mon cher."
she was staring out the window as pierre drove, tiny, imperfect snowflakes collecting against the window, traffic lights glowing through the snowfall and the fog. he drove down a side road, casually looking back at the gps.
at least he put the address in a gps, so there will be a trace, which means he's probably not trying to murder me.
they drove in a comfortable silence, and y/n was completely taken by the atmosphere around her. it was like a hallmark movie: christmas music playing softly in the background (pierre had changed the radio station as soon as y/n got in the car), pierre's fingertips tapping on the steering wheel, the snow falling gently outside.
if only she was in a vintage pickup truck in small town america instead of a sportscar in milan.
pierre pulled off the main highway, taking a side road down a dirt path lined with evergreen trees dusted with snow.
it was magical.
the car came to stop, and pierre cut the engine, leaving the headlights on as he undid his seatbelt. "come on, i want to show you something. you can see the whole city from up here."
she undid her seatbelt, and she reached to open the door only for pierre to have materialized on the other side, pulling the car door open for her. she took his hand and the frenchman helped her out of the car, guiding her towards the area where the glow from the headlights ended.
"oh wow."
she was standing at the edge of a hillside, in a clearing of sorts, the city of milan sparkling and twinkling brightly in the dark. she took our her phone, snapping pictures of the landscape as snowflakes dissolved against her baby blue puffer jacket.
"it's stunning, isn't it?" pierre chuckled, leaning against the hood of his car. "it's a nice place to come when you want a minute away from reality."
she looked back at him, her hair ruffled from the gentl breeze, snowflakes caught in the strand. oh how stunning pierre looked with this mane of fluffy hair dotted in snowflakes.
"come up here often."
pierre grinned. "often enough. shockingly, it's also a very good makeout spot."
"oh, is it?" she laughed, turning back to the breathtaking view of milan, a sense of peace in her body despite the cancelled flights and the lack of christmas spirit.
and then she felt it, the impact against her back, the snow hitting the exposed skin on her neck. she turned around to see pierre standing behind her with a devilish grin on his face.
she couldn't help but laugh. "oh, you're going to regret that." she giggled, reaching down to gather snow in her hand, pierre's hands flying up to block his face as she threw the snowball at him.
the frenchman laughed, retaliating with an even bigger snow ball. they ran around the clearing, lobbing snowballs at each other as they ducked and his behind trees and cars.
when they were out of energy, they came to meet each other at the hood of the honda, faces pink and hair damp from the melted snow as they laughed, breath coming out in clouds in the cold, night air.
"can i kiss you?"
they said it at exactly the same time.
"do you try that with every girl you bring up here?" y/n grinned playfully.
"only you." pierre hummed, cupping her cold face in his palm as he leaned in to kiss her softly in the headlights.
"well, my new flight doesn't leave for two days." she said slyly, raising an eyebrow as she ran her hands over pierre's chest. she never did things like this. she didn't even know his last name.
but maybe this was what she came to italy to do: to meet a handsome french man who made her not hate christmas. a hallmark movie, if you will.
"and i doubt my housesitter will mind if i throw him out for the night."
"so what are you waiting for, casanova."
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@flannel-cures
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apple cider and the tap tapping of little paws // lance stroll
summary: after celebrating their first fall together as a couple, lance decides that it’s time for the couple to take the next step: adopting a puppy
pairing: lance stroll x female!reader
warnings: cuteness overload and tooth rotting fluff. maybe if you don’t like dogs don’t read this one?
authors note: welcome to le cozy collection 2022 !! these are gonna be all cozy and fluffy and sweet little fall and halloween fics and mini fics and I can’t wait to share all my idea with you! they will all be tagged under their driver on the main masterlist, but lmk if you want a separate one as well!
dedicated to one of the founding members of the lance whores club: @libraryofloveletters
the sun shone down on the apple trees as the couple stepped off of the wagon that had taken the groups of eager apple pickers through the farm.
it was their first fall living together, and in addition to decorating the hell out of their cozy quebec city apartment with pumpkins, red hallmark trucks filled with acorns and pine cones and little throw pillows with cheesy sayings on them, y/n y/l/n was going to have the couples fall of her dreams, making the most out of every moment she got to spend with the love of her life until the racing schedule stole him away from her yet again.
lance stroll didn’t want to go to brazil, nor abu dhabi. he wanted to be wherever y/n was, holding her close under a mexican blanket, baking cookies at three in the morning because he was still on a different time zone after coming back from a race weekend.
her hand was clasped tightly in his, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he looked at her, the sleeves of her fleece lined denim jacket rolled to the elbows, long hair tumbling out of a forest green aston martin beanie with lance’s numver on the side. in her heeled boots, she was almost as tall as lance was.
as far as the driver was concerned, it was love at first sight as soon as he met y/n at the planetarium, her eyes shining like the stars she adored while she walked through the room dedicated to constellations.
“babe, stop here. pass me the ladder, we have to go for the ones at the top!”
lance chuckled, his heart warmed by his girlfriends laughter as she took the step ladder from him, setting it up just underneath one of the ripest trees. y/n stepped on to the top layer, wobbling slightly on the heel of her boot, lances hands springing out to grab her waist and steady her.
“careful! your father is going to murder me if you fall off this thing.” lance chuckled
“he’s not gonna hurt you, lance. he knows I can handle myself, and he’s starting to like you.” she threw her head back in laughter, extracting a canvas tote bag from her deep jacket pocket.
“your father can’t stand me.”
“you know that’s not true.” y/n laughed, tossing an apple at lance for him to snack on before grabbing one for herself and taking a bite.
“he hired a private detective to follow me around the entire weekend of the italian grand prix!”
“because he wanted to make sure that you were a good guy!”
ah, race weekend. for the first time in his life, lance was dreading it. his entire life had revolves around racing and karting for almost as long as he could remember. so it really surprised him when, after he and y/n moved in with each other, the prospect of travelling the world without his lover was no longer appealing.
he dreaded leaving her at home, all on her lonesome. lance missed holding her in his arms at night, giggling with her while they made dinner. cozy snugglefucks in the middle of the night when neither of them can sleep, cradling her against the mattress to make her his, pressing gentle kisses to her neck as they softly swayed together by the candelight.
there was one heartbreaking weekend when he got a phone call from y/n. she had broken down in tears on the phone when she had called him in monza , explaining how she had just gone through one of the worst working days of her life, and how she missed having lance around and hated going back to an empty apartment.
lance never wanted another phone call like that again. he never wanted y/n to feel alone because of him. but with a schedule like his, that wasn’t always easy, because he had to be away so often and she couldn’t always come with him.
that had been the weekend he first set his plan in motion. at the time, esteban had told him it was stupid plan, but eventually his french compatriot had come around and helped lance put the whole thing together.
hours passed, and legs were exhausted from walking through the fields all day. lance insisted on carrying all three bags of apples himself, as well as the small step ladder, no matter how vehemently y/n protested.
“babe, I’ve got it. I don’t just work out for when we make love, you know.”
y/n snorted “yeah right.” she chuckled to herself, kissing him gently on the cheek. “if you’re so sure of yourself, I’m gonna go buy us some warm apple cider.”
y/n didn’t want lance to leave either. since she was a teenager she hated being alone, for that was when her anxiety was at its worst. but part of what she loves about lance was his job and how dedicated he was to the sport even when he wasn’t getting the results that he wanted. and she didn’t want to be the reason that he gave it all up, at least not until he was ready to settle down and start a family.
something they were both too young for.
she grabbed the apple cider, in two paper travel cups like the ones at tim hortons and walked backs cross the gravel parking lot to where lance was struggling to pack everything into the sad excuse for a trunk on the back of his aston martin.
“I told you we should have brought my car.” she laughed, kissing him gently before passing lance one of the apple ciders. “ready to head home?”
“not quite. there’s one more place I want to stop, but it’s a surprise. I need you to trust me.”
“ooh, mysterious.” y/n laughed, getting into the passenger side of the car.
it was a plan that lance had been thinking through for at least a month, attempting to find a companion for his girlfriend while he was away. she didn’t like big dogs, anxiety stemming from a rottweiler attack when she was thirteen, and she needed something that was calm if they were going to get a pet at all.
when they pulled up outside the animal shelter, y/n raised an eyebrow. “lance, sweetie, what are we doing?”
“just come inside.” lance smiled softly, getting out of the sports car to cross to the other side and get y/ns door for her.
they held hands as they walked inside the shelter, y/ns face lighting up involuntarily when she looked over at the enclosure where the puppies were playing.
“mr. stroll, what can we do for you today?” one of the ladies working behind the desk asked. “this must be y/n, hes told us so much about you.”
“you’ve been here before?”
“y/n, baby, there’s somebody I’d like you to meet.” lance took her hand, leading her towards the enclosure.
a lone golden retriever puppy broke away from the pack, bounding over to the fence and jumping up to try and lick lances fingers through the bars.
with a laughs, y/n reached over and pet the small dog, feeling the soft fur underneath her fingers.
“y/n, this is whistler. he’s barely a year old, he’s very relaxed and I’ve heard that golden retrievers are the best companion dogs.” lance sniffles a little bit, wiping at his eye before taking y/ns hands in his. “baby, I can’t promise that I’ll be around all the time, and I really hate that, but I do t ever want you to be alone for another full weekend, with nobody to talk to. I’ve been thinking about this for months, ever since you called me in italy. I don’t ever want you to feel like that again.”
“oh, baby..”
“so, with your permission, I want to adopt whistler. he can stay with you while I’m gone for race weekends, make sure you’re okay when I can’t do that myself.”
“yes, lance.” she said softly, cutting him off with a kiss. “how could I possibly say no? look at his little face, and his wide little eyes.”
as if on cue, whistler barked.
“what do you say, buddy?” y/n asked, letting whistler lock at her fingers. “do you wanna come home with us?”
the answer was yes, of the barking and the wagging of whistlers tail were anything to go by.
#the cozy collection 2022#lance stroll x y/n#lance stroll x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#lance stroll#Spotify
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ironic // george russell
summary: george and y/n are finally tying the knot, but trust everything to go wrong that weekend, in all of the right ways. inspired by a selection of verses from ‘ironic’ by alanis morrissette
it’s like rain on your wedding day
pairing: george russell x wife!reader
warnings: dramatic irony, mentions of omens from the universe. I do a little bit of projecting. alex and charles are the reason george is almost late for his wedding. ive only ever had a proper manicure once so its probably unrealistic as hell.
authors note: welcome to the end of the cozy collection 2022 !! i hope you enjoyed it, and im really looking forward to bringing you guys the christmas collection later in november.
reference points: (wedding dress) (george's suit) (the altar)(the song she’ll walk down the aisle to)(engagement ring)(blanket station)(wedding cake)
kings lynn, norfolk.
george russell was on top of the world.
it was a feeling better than winning the formula 2 championship, or getting pole position in hungary, or even when he was signed to mercedes. because in just forty-eight hours, the love of his life would become mrs. russell.
what he was not looking forward to, was when she would leave. keeping with radition, the bride and groom were to spend forty-eight hours apart, sleeping in different beds and not allowed to see each other under any circumstance, until they saw each other again at the outdoor ceremony.
"baby, lily's here." y/n murmured softly against george's lips. "i have to go."
"i don't want you to leave." the mercedes driver responded, chasing the kiss. "i want to stay here with you, for the rest of my life."
y/n giggled, pulling away and gently tapping geroge on the end of his nose with the pads of her finger. "its just two days, and then we have three whole weeks together on the french coast."
"two days is too long."
"but you'll be with charles and alex, having a bros weekend."
"it's a bros weekend every time i go to a race, darling." george persists, trying to get his bride to be to stay with him. "do you have the dress?"
"lily has it, and alex has your suit. i really need to go, georgie."
"okay." the brit relented, giving y/n a tight hug before letting her go. "i miss you already."
"see you soon, husband."
its a black fly in your chardonnay
they were in a pub in norfolk, a secluded table by the back, large bottle of chardonnay in the middle of the table. lily he and charlotte sine sat at the head of the table, left in charge of planning the entire schedule while their boyfriends kept george occupied. a few of y/n's college friends were there as well, but just for the dinner rather than the whole weekend.
"i propose a toast!" charlotte proclaimed, popping the bottle open. "to the future mrs. russell!"
the girls around the table echoed that sentiment, y/n hiding her face in her hands as she laughed. "go ahead and tell the whole pub, won't you."
"so," taylor, one of her roomates in college was the first to ask "are you nervous for the wedding."
"a little. it's a little scary, you know. the whole 'commitment for life' thing. not that i see george and i ever having problems, im just thinking 'but what if we do'?"
"sweetie, if i can deal with charles for as long as i have, you can spend the rest of your life with george." charlotte joked. "i've never seen two people more made for each other."
"can i get an amen?" lily quipped, raising her glass to the ceiling.
"amen!" the table chorused, also raising their glasses.
"to y/n and george!" taylor added, clinking glasses with the bride-to-be.
when y/n brought the glass to her lips, a small shape floating in the chardonnay stopped her. scrunching up her nose, she lowered the glass, eyes zeroing in on the the dark shape in her wine.
"there's a fly in my drink! this is an omen." she panicked, placing the glass back down on the table. "something is going to go wrong at that wedding, i can already tell."
"sweetie, i think you're overthinking this." lily frowned, rubbing her hands up and down y/n's arms. "let's just get you another glass and get shitfaced."
"that sounds like a really good idea."
it's the good advice that you just didn't take
george could be a moody bastard when he wanted to be, and alex and charles were learning that very quickly as they stood at the tee of the golf hole, waiting for charles to hit the small white ball.
"you guys have been apart for six hours. it's not a big deal, george. goddamn, are you whipped." alex remarked, clapping the groom on the shoulder.
"i can't remember the last time we were apart for more than a normal workday. or woken up without her in the bed next to me, inhaling the scent of her shampoo." george whined as charles finally took the shot. "i miss her like hell, give me a break."
"i told you this was a bad idea." alex insisted. "i knew that you couldn't stand to be away from her for this long."
george rolled his eyes. staying apart hadn't been his idea. after enlisting his mother to help with the wedding planning, mrs. russell had insisted on good old british tradition, and he was too much of a mama's boy to say no.
he figured that it was the least he could do, and that it would all be worth it when he got to hold y/n again, or when he saw her walking down the aisle to the song they had picked together, an acoustic cover of ‘mr brightside’, the song that was playing in the pub the night that they had their first kiss.
"even when she's at work, we still text each other. we've grown attached."
"as all couples do." charles agreed. "but she has you wrapped around her finger tighter than that engagement ring, mate."
"if you hadn't told charlotte to confiscate her phone for the weekend, i wouldn't be so miserable right now."
"may i remind you that i also have your phone? no contact, remember? not until the wedding."
"not until the wedding." george mocked in a high-pitched whine as he stepped up to take the shot, balancing the small plastic golf ball on the metal tee. "you're evil, charlie. pure evil."
the mercedes driver swung the golf club, using it like a walking stick to rest his weight on as he watched the golf ball soar across the course.
behind him, still leaning against the cart, alex checked his phone, reading through a message from lily.
"i bet you're going to wish you took dear old dad's advice and decided to move the ceremony indoors."
panic shot through geroge's veins. "what?"
"lily just said that the chance of rain on saturday just shot up from 10% to 25%. if it rains during your outdoor ceremony, it's not gonna look good."
"fuck! does y/n know?"
alex shook his head. "lily hasn't told her."
"she's already worried enough, tell lily not to say anything. besides, there's still only a small chance of rain, right?"
"whatever you say, buddy." charles laughed, clapping george on the shoulder
life has a funny, funny way of sneaking up on you
the salon had an airy, yet energetic feel to it as y/n sat perched in the white leather chair, a table between her and the esthetician as the young woman delicately painted her tan french tips.
"this still feels so unreal." she remarked, one hand still underneath the blue light fan that would dry the clear base coat on her fingernails.
"i guess life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, doesn't it?" charlotte said knowingly, around the same time as an alanis morrissette song began to play in the background.
'ironic', which was ironic since the sine girl had just inadvertently quoted one of the lyrics.
"seriously, guys. i didn't think that this was ever going to happen for me, that i was going to go through life not knowing what romantic love was, what it felt like to love and be loved, so to speak. never on earth did i imagine that i'd meet someone like george. because i didn't think little old me was the kind of girl that would attract someone as incredible and beautiful and sweet as him."
"stop selling yourself short, sweetheart." lily said softly. "the past is in the past, and george is everything you ever wanted."
y/n sighed. "i just feel like tomorrow i could wake up and realize that this has all been some cruel dream, that i'm going to wake up alone and miserable."
lily took her hand out of the blue light machine and reached across to y/n's seat, with the golfer pinching the bride's skin between her fingers. y/n jumped, the esthetician tsking as she used a q-tip coated in acetone to fix the nail design.
"lily muni he, what was that for!?"
"to make sure that you're not dreaming and remind you that this is real, and you're allowed to be happy now."
y/n's face softened, some of the anxiety subsiding as she grounded herself in the moment.
this is real. i've found the one.
"thanks, lily. you truly are the best bridesmaid i could ever ask for."
"hey!" charlotte shouted in mock hurt, a smile on her face. "what about me?"
a traffic jam when you're already late
george russell was woken up by harsh sunlight and yelling. and then hitting, as alex albon ran around the bad, battering the groom's body with a pillow as he encouraged ( well, more like threatened ) the mercedes driver out of bed.
"what the hell is wrong with you guys?" george said groggily, looking over at charles, who had just ripped the drapes open
"we overslept." the monegasque said simply, striding over the the walk in closet. "alex, where did you put the suits?"
george sat up, exhausted and still half asleep. falling asleep the night before had been hard. after just forty-eight hours, y/n's side of the bed had already started to lose her signature scent, the smell of warm vanilla and cinnamon in the bath and body works lotion that she lathered on before bed. they had spent so long together that it had been two years since the driver had slept in a bed alone.
"how did we oversleep? you wankers were supposed to wake me."
alex shrugged. "that couch you have in the den is mighty comfortable."
"so is the guest bedroom." charles agreed, exiting the closet with three garment bags in his arms. "put this on before we go, we can do your flowered pin thingy and your hair in the car."
approximately half an hour later, after a rushed breakfast and some spilled coffee as charles tried to keep everybody organized, the wedding party was on the road.
until they weren't.
"bloody hell, alex!" george shouted from the backseat of the mercedes. "we've been stuck in traffic for forty five minutes! y/n is probably pacing the altar, scared half to death that i've left her there!"
"the gps said there wasn't any traffic!"
"what have i said about trusting that thing! half the time it doesn't even work! google maps said there was traffic, the news said there was traffic! but because the gps system said there wasn't, you thought 'why the fuck not'?"
"stop moving or you'll ruin your hair!" charles scolded the brit, trying to work the hair gel through geroge's amber locks
alex switched gears on the car, reversing slightly and pulling off of the country road onto the grass, tentatively pulling ahead of the traffic while other commuters who were stuck in the fray turned to look at the sports car pulling off the road with anger, shock and a little bit of envy.
charles looked around nervously "alex, mate, what the fuck are you doing?"
"getting georgie boy to his wedding on time." alex grinned. "hold on to your seats, this is going to be unpleasant." he said simply before gunning the engine.
it's like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting becoming his beautiful wife
"stop pacing, you're going to ruin your shoes!"
"my shoes are the last thing i care about right now, taylor! where the fuck is george?"
they had been waiting at the venue for almost and hour for george to show up. the guests were sitting in their outdoor chairs, humming nervously with each other as they wrapped themselves in the blankets from the baskets placed at the end of each row. susie wolff was sitting near the front with her husband toto and their son jack, and she turned around to look at y/n sympathetically, the entire wedding wondering where the groom's half of the wedding party was.
"i'm sure he's on his way." charlotte insisted. "he's with alex and charles."
"forgive me if that doesn't instill me with a lot of confidence."
"alex isn't answering his phone." lily frowned. "knowing him, that means the radio in his car is on the fritz again. he probably listened to the gps and got them stuck in traffic."
"why don't i call charles?" charlotte offered
y/n opened her mouth, about to charlotte that it was a wonderful idea, when lewis hamilton's shout carried across the setup. "they're here!"
eyes widening, lily ushered y/n back into the tent where they had spent the morning getting ready, and where the reception for the outdoor wedding would be held, despite her insistence that she wanted to see her husband-to-be, with lily claiming that she would see her groom soon enough, after her father had walked her down the aisle.
soon enough, after some floundering around from the groom's part of the ceremony, as well as the time it took to get the audience to quiet down, the ceremony began, with the acoustic version of mr brightside echoing through the field, none other than lando norris behind the table, cell phone in hand as he tried his hardest to be a dj given the limited supplies that were outside of the tent.
george walked down the aisle first, followed by charles and alex, with the four boys taking their place at the altar. lewis hamilton stood behind the lectern, honored to be asked to speak at his teammates ceremony.
the bridesmaids came out first: charlotte, lily and taylor. george sucked in a breath, nervously smoothing the front of his earthen brown suit as y/n came out of the tent, arm linked through her father's. the audience promptly rose to their feet, and george's eyes were glued to his bride as she walked down the aisle, nervousness evident on her face as her father looked like he was holding back tears.
her mother took the bouquet from her as her parents sat down in the front row, music fading out as y/n stood in front of her bridesmaids, resisting the urge to reach for geroge's hands.
she'd only been to three weddings in her lifetime, she was the first of her friends to get married, so how was she supposed to know what she was supposed to do on her special day, standing in front of the man she loved more than anything.
george broke first, taking his bride's hands in his. her hands were cold, probably from being outside in the cotswold cold. as lewis began to speak, he locked eyes with her, mouthing 'i love you'.
she smiled, blowing him a kiss back.
it's like rain on your wedding day
two hours later, the ceremony was over, and everyone had gone into the tent to thaw out for the reception, space heaters turned on and lando behind the dj booth, while the wedding party plus lewis all stayed outside for wedding photos, trying so many arrangements and configurations that they were all fed up with the photographer by the time it was time to just take portraits of the bride and groom, with the sun dipping behind the clouds.
geroge twirled his bride around, pulling her in close for a sweet kiss, a stupid grin on his face.
"my beautiful mrs. russell." he said dremaily, holding her close as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes, the photographer snapping pictures behind him.
"i love you." she smiled, kissing him softly as the photographer took another shot. "and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving you more and more every day."
and that's when the first droplet fell, hitting y/n right in the forehead. she recoiled, george following suit as a droplet broke apart on his skin.
"is that rain?"
"you said it wasn't supposed to rain!"
alex cleared his throat, already stripping out of his suit jacket to hold over lily's head as a shield. "yeah, about that.."
the rain just kept coming down, the happy couple too stunned to really do anything until susie came bounding out of the tent, blazer in hand, eager to get the bride inside before her tulle dress was ruined.
they ran across the field, y/n bunching up the dress in her hands as she stumbled along on her heels, giggling and laughing as george followed, laughing equally as hard and using his own suit jacket to cover his head.
the photographer was behind them, snapping pictures all the way.
it’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
once they were safely inside the tent, space heaters warming up their insides, a cream coloured hoodie with the date embroidered on the hood and ‘mrs russell’ printed on the back pulled over the upper half of her body to keep y/n warm, it was time to divvy up the wedding cake.
they stood in front of the triple-tiered cake, y/n carefully removing the two ceramic owl toppers that were on the top of the cake, gently setting them down on one of the ikea plates. she kissed george gently, and lando began to play my chemical romance’s ‘bulletproof heart’ in the background as the groom began to look for the knife.
“toto!” he shouted, turning his head to try and find the mercedes team principal. “you were with the caterers when they set up, have you seen the knife?”
the austrian looked up from the table he was sitting at with his son. “is there not a knife up there already?”
“would I be asking if there was?”
susie shook her head, smacking her husband in the shoulder as she got up, rushing over to the rolling cutlery cart behind the table where the cake was set up.
she rooted through the cutlery for a good five minutes before turning back to the shoulder couple. “there aren’t any knives, loves!”
y/n rolled her eyes. “susie, just give me a spoon. nothing else has gone right today, so I’m just gonna say fuck it at this point!”
the tent cheered, and susie smiled as she brought over a large golden spoon. george stood behind his wife, his warm hands over hers as they used the edge of the serving spoon to make the first cut into the soft pastry of the cake, camera flashes going off in front of them as they laughed.
“I love you, mrs. russell.” george said softly, kissing her cheek.
“I love you even more, mr. russell.”
#the cozy collection 2022#george russell x reader#george russell#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#alanis morrisette#wedding saga#Spotify
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pumpkin patch // mick schumacher
summary: as y/n’s favourite season draws near, mick realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and what a better place to propose than in the middle of the prettiest pumpkin patch he has ever seen?
pairing: mick schumacher x fem!reader
warnings: just mick being a cutie
in his twenty three years on planet earth, mick schumacher had never been more in love.
he wasn’t sure when he got so lucky.
actually, yes he was.
it was the week after he won the f2 championship, when he met y/n y/l/n. she was just starting college, only a year younger than he was. a family friend of hers (two years older but nowhere near as wise) had worked (and mick knew for a fact that said family friend still did) for prema and his mother had sent y/n to ‘bring him his lunch’ when it was pretty clear that the kindly italian woman had been trying to set y/n up with one of her sons friends.
mick would love to say it was a whirlwind romance, but truthfully, in the beginning, it was one of the most awkward experiences of his life and he was always worried that he was going to make a fool of himself.
but y/n slotted so we’ll into his life that eventually, he couldn’t imagine it without her. she was light, and she was laughter, and she was the person who kept him grounded when haas fucked him over it when he had a terrible race. she knew how the sport worked so she knew what it was like for him.
mick watched in contentment as y/n leaped out of the pickup truck, angie running after her as she ran towards the pumpkin patch, laughing all the way before turning to face mick.
“babe, come on!”
mick laughed “hold your horses, schatzi! let me lock the truck first!”
the young schumacher could tell you the exact moment he knew he wanted to marry her.
it was at y/n’s cousins wedding, she was a bridesmaid. they were barely twenty and twenty-one. he had wedding fever for weeks afterwards, assembling a pinterest board broken onto sub-boards for dresses, rings, suits, themes and flowers.
a year later, he started planning the perfect proposal.
but life just kept getting in the way.
but now he had peace and quiet, and a chance to ask y/n to be his forever.
“isn’t it a bit early for pumpkins, baby?” mick asked with a grin, hugging y/n from behind after he finally caught up, angie sniffing at the orange vegetables.
y/n laughed, kneeling down to ruffle angies fur “we’re fine as long as we don’t carve them just yet. they’ll hold, and we can use the seeds to bake.”
“what about this one?” mick suggested, reaching for the biggest pumpkin in his peripheral vision
“babe, that one is almost as big as your face.”
“are you saying I have a big head?”
“no I’m saying that’s a massive pumpkin.”
when she laughed like that, mick still got butterflies. every single day he was falling farther and farther in love. and yes people would tell him that he was young and naive, and maybe he was, but he wasn’t stupid.
and he would have to be stupid to let a woman like y/n y/l/n go.
“schatzi,” he sucked in a breath “can i ask you something?”
she turned to face him, eyes widening when she saw the little box in his hand.
“mick..”
“I’ve wanted to ask you this since the moment that I met you. you are the most incredible, brilliant, funny and beautiful person that I have ever met and this past year, having you by my side, I’ve realized that I never want to go back to a time where you aren’t with me, or a phone call away, or in my arms. y/n, will you marry me?”
his eyes started to water as angie nudged y/ns side, the two most important girls in his life next to each other. the glittery square diamond was clear as the sky, nestled in a golden band that complimented y/ns tanned skin.
it had been in his bedside drawer for six months while he worked up the courage.
“what do you say, angie?” y/n said with a laugh, scratching angie behind the ears, earning a bark from the dog. “I think angie says yes.” she laughed, leaning forward to kiss mick.
“of course I’ll marry you, schumacher:”
#the cozy collection 2022#mick schumacher x y/n#mick schumacher x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#sorta wedding saga#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#mini fic
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better weather // alexander albon
summary: when his girlfriend is having holiday burnout and just wants to go home when everything feels overwhelming, alex is there to have her back.
pairing: alex albon x fem!reader
warnings: anxiety and stress, but otherwise just comfort from alex
the sun was warm overhead, water shining turquoise as the back door to the villa swung open. the holiday had lasted almost a month, and as wonderful as portugal was, alexander albon’s girlfriend was feeling the burnout, and was absolutely at the end of her rope.
“alex, have you touched my kobo in the last twelve hours?”
alex, who was peacefully attempting to prepare dinner, shot his head up at the disruption, reaching for the radio to turn down the punchy eighties music that was playing. “no, why?”
“I think it just broke.” y/n’s voice cracked as she dropped the offending electronic device on the granite countertop.
her boyfriend could see the panic written clearly on her face, and he could hear her breathing quicken.
alex had seen the spiral happen before, and it always hurt him that sometimes there wasn’t anything he could do to save y/n from herself.
luckily for him, this looked like a pretty trivial thing, something he thought he could fix easily. as much as he loved y/n, sometimes she got so panicked that she forgot to think rationally.
he was wrong.
as soon as he picked up the ereader and flicked the power button, he realized that there was no easy fix. the screen had gone all streaky and the picture was fractured, despite the spotless screen. he tried rebooting it a few times before y/n huffed at him, reminding her boyfriend that she had tried all of that already.
and then she cried.
“hey, hey, darling, we can get you a new one, it’s not a big deal.” alex said softly, placing a comforting hand on his lovers arm
“I get that. the upsetting part is that I was halfway through the book and now I’m going to have to start another one!”
it’s a well known fact that either party completely understood what was going on in y/n’s head. they had been together for the better part of a year, and alex was sure he was finally figuring her out.
one of the idiosyncrasies he had learned was y/n’s inability to leave a book unread, even if she was struggling to get through it, out of dedication and respect to storytelling and a desire to know the ending.
so to be forced to put a book she was enjoying on the back burner for reasons out of her control was likely causing her anxiety to spike rapidly.
it pained alex to see her like this.
“come here, darling.” he pleaded, pulling her into her arms. “it’s gonna be okay.”
as y/n seemed to sob harder, there was a nagging thought at the back of his mind: something else was going on.
of course she was being irrational over the ereader, she knew that, but her reaction seemed bigger than normal, as if it was the product of tens of anxieties all collected together and reaching a boiling point.
“I want to go home.”
ah, there it was. the underlying cause, the icing on the cake.
homesickness is a bitch.
“I miss sleeping in my own bed, the smell of laundry detergent on the sheets. I miss waking up to one the cats sitting on my face because you forgot to close the door.”
it’s not that she wasn’t enjoying portugal. the getaway had been a dream come true. but y/n was starting to feel…melancholic. she longed to trade the fancy, minimalist decor in the holiday home for her and alex’s cluttered apartment in monte carlo, with her mothers hand knitted blankets on the bed, and the three cats who roamed the apartment at their leisure.
she missed the scented candles and the marble tiles in the kitchen, the collection of brightly coloured plates in the cup boards.
alex chuckled. “I know, darling.” she said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “just three more days, okay. and then it’s back home to the pets and to our normal lives.”
“and then you’ll be gone again, off somewhere with the team. while I stay behind in an empty house, all on my own. maybe i should drop out of uni, then I can come with you all the time!” y/n pulled away from alex slightly, hands still clutching his arms.
“y/n, you love school. you’ve worked so hard for this degree, don’t stop because of me, love.” alex pleaded, caressing his lovers cheek with the back of his hand. “you have the cats, and my sisters always want to spend time with you. we are going to get through this.”
y/n moved closer to alex’s warm torso, wrapping herself in his embrace. “I love you.” shw tilted her head up, pressing a gentle kiss to alex’s soft lips.
“I love you, darling. listen, let’s cancel the dinner plans and order in. well put on our ugliest pyjamas and set up that projector screen you found in the backyard. we can watch legally blonde while the sun sets.”
y/n smiled, looking up at alex. “I didn’t bring any cozy ones. just sexy ones.”
“that’s okay with me.” alex shrugged, scooping her up in his arms. “come on, love. let’s go set up that projector.”
#alexander albon x reader#alex albon x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#alex albon#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#mini fic
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good girls go bad // lando norris
summary: inspired by good girls go bad by cobra starship, y/n fancies the suave british dj that she meets in ibiza. mentions of sex but not written out.
dj!lando x female reader au
he got a way with the girls in the back acting like they're too hot to dance
authors note: lets be real lando gets more girls through his shitty djing than he does by racing... anyways ive been on an emo club music kick lately so there's that. still can't get over the fact that blair waldorf herself did guest vocals on this-
it’s spring break in ibiza and they’re a group of six
college sophomores travelling outside of england for their first time over spring break
the plan was benidorm since it’s cheaper but one of them managed to get a deal on a party trip to Ibiza
and y/n, ever the party hater, said why not. she’s trying to get over a breakup and her friends think she needs to get laid
y/n thinks its the worst idea ever when instead of letting her relax by the water, her friends insist on hitting up the sketchiest of spanish clubs
they're all wearing tight and skimpy dresses, high heels, faces full of makeup
i know your type, you're daddy's little girl
they travel in a could of confidence and bath and body works
y/n feels like she's someone she isn't, uncomfortable showing off so much skin as her best friend angela opened the club door
a large poster on the the door announces the entertainment for the night
emblazoned in big, comic book style letters is the name 'lando norris', and underneath it in comic sans, 'max fewtrell'
the music is loud, bright lights almost blinding as y/n followed her friends to the bar
the group of six found a table in the back corner, drinks between them as they watched the british dj duo behind the turntable.
one was stockier and had more facial hair, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans
the other was lankier, fanning himself with a collapsible handheld paper fan
he was wearing a navy blue button down shirt, and there were no lights on behind his eyes. the man was well and truly drunk
"hey y/n." angela suggested, pointing at him. "that one is quite fit, dont you think?"
"absolutely not." she's shaking her head like crazy. "not him, there's no way. get me drunk and i'll consider it."
just take a bite, and let me show you the world
"his friend is pretty nice, too." her other friend, holly, remarked, eyes travelling over to max fewtrell
"come on!" angela insists, grabbing y/n's arm and pulling her over to the dancefloor
its not even y/n's kind of music
its the bleary, strobe-light, electro-dance music that makes her head hurt.
angela and holly blend in to the crowd right away
ang is trying to get y/n to dance, and holly goes straight to flirting with max
and lando's eyes are immediately drawn to y/n
the girl with the soft face and the little maroon dress, the goofy smile on her face as her friend tries to get her to dance.
now, we've all seen the lando ibiza videos. there are no lights on in his head behind those sunglasses
but that does not stop him from going over to the girls
angela just grins and backs away, mouthing 'good luck' as y/n turns around and sees lando
"can i have this dance?" lando's accent is thick, so drunk his words are blending together
and y/n isn't sober either, the three mixed drinks she devoured while they were in the corner hitting her like a truck
"i don't dance." she practically yells, trying to be heard over the music
just one night would it be so wrong, i i'm gonna make you lose control
"but you could"
"but i choose not to."
"ah, choice. there's the problem. you just need the right song and the right partner!"
cue the song changeover, piloted by max and holly
holly looks over at y/n with a wink as cobra starship begins to play
against her better judgement, y/n finds herself starting to sing along
and even further against her better judgement, she allows lando to guide her in a dance
his hands on hers, starting gentle as he spins her in a circle and they bounce around together
she's slowly letting loose
lando is already as loose as it gets
taking off his plastic sunglasses and putting them on y/n
soft giggles and wide smiles as they keep dancing
you were hanging in the corner with your five best friends, you heard that i was trouble but you couldn't resist
she knows hes trouble, she can see it in his face
but she doesn't care. the perfect rebound has presented itself in her lap
she slowly gets bolder
her back against lando's chest
his hands on her waist, gently guiding her movements as she brushes up against him
and lando is trying so fucking hard to be suave and smooth as he leans down and whispers in her ear, his shirt undone, necklace hanging in between his pecs
"what do you say we get out of here, sweetheart?"
her senses are clouded by his dior cologne, it's the only thing she can focus on, every hair on her skin standing on end
his hands slyly slipping up the sides of her dress, gripping her thighs
lips on her neck
shes running her fingers through his hair, breathing heavily
"my hotel or yours?"
dress on the floor, lando's shirt hanging off the small mirror over the dresser
sheets tangled around bodies
bright red scratches down lando's back
hickies all over y/n's neck
they're at it almost all night
she wakes up first, making coffee and getting dressed
leaves a note on the dresser for him: thanks for the great time, call me <3 with her phone number and name
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#formula one x reader#f1 headcanons#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#f1 x reader#dj!lando
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hungry eyes // alex albon
summary: rainy days for alex and y/n means movies, slow dancing, scented candles and soft sex in front of the fireplace
authors note: the stranglehold that dirty dancing has on me is unreal. pleas do not be surprised if a dirty dancing themed wedding dance appears on on here in the near future.
its a day of cancelled plans for the couple, as alex had planned out the entire weekend to a T after coming home from the latest grand prix
“babe, it’s okay!”
“but we were supposed to go biking, and then i had a whole romantic lunch planned-”
“alex, it’s fine. really.”
spending the morning watching eighties movies
starting with the breakfast club
followed up by footloose
which has alex dancing around the living room like an idiot before tripping over the coffee table and scaring the cats
and then dirty dancing
“babe, we have to try the lift!”
“um, sweetheart, that’s not smart. you tripped over the table just trying to follow along with footloose.”
“yeah, you’re probably right.”
the rain shows no signs of stopping as the sun sinks lower in the sky
y/n lights some candles while alex stokes the fire
the cold is beginning to seep into the house, an involuntary shudder coursing through y/n’s body
alex comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and draping his body over her
“you cold, love?”
“not anymore.” y/n hums, pressing a gentle kiss to alex’s cheek
inspired by the afternoon of movies, alex puts on the dirty dancing soundtrack from his phone
‘hungry eyes’ starts playing, and he reaches for his girlfreind’s hand
“alex, honey, what are you doing?”
“we are going to dance. it’s not like there's much else to do. besides, its romantic!”
gently swaying together in the middle of the room, her head resting his chest
soft, gentle kisses that slowly turn sexual
hands roaming under sweaters
it’s such a romantic atmosphere that alex can’t control himself
“wow, somebody has very hungry eyes” y/n remarks after alex takes her sweater off and spends half a second too long staring at her boobs
alex deadass takes like five minutes to laugh after that one
blankets wrapped around their bodies
the most sensual missionary possible, y/n’s legs wrapped so tightly around his body, allowing alex to hit deeper angles every single time
not an inch of space between their bodies
moans swallowed by kisses
eyes rolling back in pleasure
“alex, oh my god-”
so many declarations of love
alex trying to make this perfect moment last forever
he’s a boob man, you cannot tell me otherwise.
he pays soooooo much attention to y/n’s tits the entire time, kissing them, massaging them, marking them with hickies
“you’re so perfect, my love. i love you.”
“we fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other.”
afterwards, they’re both lying next to each other by the fire, still wrapped in blankets
the cats are with them, snuggling with the young couple
“if this is how you get when we watch romantic movies,” y/n starts, giving alex a gentle kiss “then maybe we should watch them more often.”
“after the rain stops, you and i are practicing the dirty dancing lift.”
“fat chance, racer boy.”
anyways, ‘hungry eyes’ ends up being played at their wedding a year later
and yes, they do the lift.
#alexander albon x reader#alex albon#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#hey siri play hungry eyes from the dirty dancing soundtrack#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste
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tell me more // pierre gasly
summary: y/n takes pierre to a concert. he had no idea what he was getting himself into. im literally projecting so much here i want someone to dance at a pop punk show with
pairing: pierre gasly x pop punk ! gf
she was family friends with george russell, who, by all accounts, pierre assumed was a pretty normal person.
and logically, he thought that meant that y/n was fairly normal as well
“mate, you have no bloody idea what you’re getting yourself into” george had said when pierre first asked george’s blessings to ask y/n out
not like he had to ask in the first place, but he figured he'd be a decent guys and at least warn the mercedes driver that it was gonna happen one way or another
pierre had thought nothing of it at the time
he knew, from just little things, that her music taste was not something that would normally have been considered to be “normal”
little things gave it away, like the array of cd’s lined up alphabetically on the shelf on the landing of her little house that he never saw her play
or the oversized shirts with logos and album artwork for artists he had never heard of
or that one time they were driving to dinner and she remarked how much she hated one of the billboard 100 songs that was in his spotify playlist
but he’s never actually heard snippets of what she listens to, always choosing to listen with her headphones in
so when y/n suggests a night out, one that she planned entirely herself, pierre is like ‘why not’
poor guy gets himself all dressed up in a nice little button down shirt and some white pants
but when he picks up y/n, shes wearing bell-bottom jeans, a small black tube top and a vintage nascar jacket she had thrifted
“you are waaaay too dressed up for where we’re going”
they pull up to the small concert venue, and pierre is so confused when he looks around and sees all the people gathered outside in ripped jeans and black t-shirts
“um, babe, what exactly are we doing tonight?” pierre asks nervously, linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the door
he kept expecting people to recognize him, but this was not the kind of crowd that was likely to know who he was
if he had played footy on the other hand . . .
“oh, i had tickets to see this band from liverpool with an old friend, but she bailed last minute, so i had an extra ticket”
band? what kind of band? pierre wondered, looking around at the crowd
he didn’t have time to ask, the door opening and throngs of people flooding in
just his luck that y/n had tickets closer to the front part of the arena with a good glimpse of the stage
he got a glimpse of the band’s name printed on the back banner, whipping out his phone so he could find out exactly what kind of band they were
a punk band from england, according to google.
the lights went down and the band began to play
the guitars are loud and the singer has an interesting voice
pierre is so unprepared to be jostled around by the seas of bodies
even more unprepared to see y/n jumping with them, in a world of her own as she screams the words at the top of her lungs
it’s a side of her that pierre has never seen before
for a hot minute, he almost forgets how out of place he is.
hes just standing there awkwardly all the way through the entire first song, staring at y/n, who has just become five times more interesting
because she is quite literally the last person he expected to be in to this sort of thing.
almost gets himself kicked in the side of the head by a crowdsurfer
at first the other concertgoers are like ‘who the fuck is this wanker in a button down shirt and slacks’
and then it clicks that ‘oooh he’s here with someone who didn't tell him where they were going’
the first song ends, and pierre gets a glimpse of the look of absolute joy and wonder on y/n’s face
and he wants to be a part of it somehow
so when the next song starts playing, pierre grabs her hand and spins her around a few times, even though he has no idea if that’s what he’s supposed to do
y/n loops her arms around pierre’s neck while she’s bouncing around, and of course, pierre has to mirror what she’s doing, and he does, with a huge smile on his face
so when about halfway through the song, y/n finds herself dancing with her back in the general vicinity of pierre’s chest, the driver is just like ‘club dancing !?!?! this is something i actually know how to do’
he still feels super awkward as he moves to grab her hips, guiding her body towards his
once again, the other people in the crowd are like ‘what the fuck is this guy doing?’
but y/n loves it
pierre’s lips pepper soft kisses to her face while she watches the band onstage
he’ll jump when she jumps, dance when she dances
it ends up being one of the best nights of his life
“you should crowdsurf next time”
y/n offhandedly suggests it as they leave hand-in-hand
pierre shuts it down immediately
he looks into the band, and actually finds that their music is a good thing to listen to before he gets in the car
it sort of becomes a ritual
let’s just say that there are many more concerts to come
#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#headcanons#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#oh to dance with a good looking guy at a pop punk show#Spotify
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cuts like a knife // daniel ricciardo (country singer!au)
summary: he's a local legend in perth, and she's just the girl that works at the dive bar. ( for all intents and purposes, every song that he sings is by bryan adams. )
the bar has been in her family for generations, started up by her great grandfather on her mothers side
neon signs covering every inch of the walls, wedding pictures hanging above the bar
the oldest is great grandpa jack and his wife nichola and the newest is y/n and daniel, cowboy hats on their heads adorned in cheap lettering that read bride and groom
the bar is packed, a buzz in the air about the hometown show, for that bar was where daniel ricciardo, now known professionally as big ricc, got discovered
it was where he played his first show at fifteen years old, where he me y/n for the first time. where they fell in love, where he got his first record deal
he’s been on tour continuously for two months now, in support of his new album and she’s just glad that he’s coming home
the back door to the bar swings open, and daniel comes in, followed by his touring band: lando on guitar, max on the drums and nico on bass
“hey mama ricc!” lando shouts, parking himself at the bar as the crowd cheers for the band
“hey!” y/n shouts, making her way back over to where the band has settled themselves “you can’t call me that until the baby gets here!”
she's standing behind the group, playfully smacking lando in the back of the head before turning to her husband
"welcome back, handsome." she says, kissing him slowly. "i've missed you."
"you could come with me if you sold the bar."
he said it every time but he knew y/n would never seel the bar. the bar was her entire livelihood. she could never do that to her family, she had too many memories associated with it and she loved working there too much
"you know i can't. so much of my childhood was spent here. i used to do math homework at this very bar, and one day, our little girl will as well."
she casually slipped it in there. when danny left for tour, the baby was too small for the doctors to determine a gender. she went for the scan while he was touring, and hadn't told him yet
"a little girl?" the singer's eyes go wide. "we're having a baby girl?"
while the members of the touring band congratulated him and clapped him on the back, y/n circled around to the other side of the bar, extracting the ultrasound picture from a drawer underneath the cash register, passing it over to daniel with a bright smile on her face
she was wearing a tight denim skirt and a white cropped tank top, an oversized flannel over the entire ensemble, but the days of tight skirts and cowboy boots would be over soon, once her baby bump started to show
"that's our daughter. our little girl." daniel said softly, reaching over the bar for his wife's hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on her knuckles.
"why don't you boys go and get ready to play, i'll run back into the kitchen and get chuck to whip you up some steaks?"
"sounds as good an idea as any!" nico clapped rubbing his hands together
"go get 'em, boys." she turned to danny. "love you, handsome."
"love you more, mamas." danny grins before jogging over to the stage
he opens the show with ‘cuts like a knife’, a local favourite as the entire bar begins to sing a long, clapping in time and waving their lights in the air
y/n is behind the bar, nursing a club soda and singing quietly under her breath
‘who is he baby? who is he and tell me what he means to you’
one hand on her stomach, eyes on the stage
"look, baby. that's your dad. and he loves you so much. we can't wait to meet you.”
danny looks over at her from the stage with pure adoration in his eyes
“this next song is one that I wrote with my wife when we were twenty years old, in this very dive bar. we weren’t together at the time, and she was scared she’d never fall in love. oh how wrong she was. and I’d like her to come over here and sing it with me.”
“dan..” she says with a smile, reluctant to take to the stage
“this one is called it’s only love.”
Lando starts the guitar work, and y/n gives in, bounding over to the stage and taking the extra microphone from nico
“when your heart has been broken, hard words have been spoken. it ain’t easy, cuz it’s only love .”
she has a beautiful voice, one that daniel fell in love with instantly
but this is the first time she’s sung in front of a crowd
and when the song is over?
he kisses her on the stage in front of the entire town, the bar erupting into cheers.
“I love you, daniel ricciardo.”
#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#daniel ricciardo x y/n#f1 headcanons#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#Spotify
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repercussions // daniil kvyat
summary: tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.
so tired of this stagnant place that I’ve been living in, don’t know how it happened but I’m wearing thin
pairing: daniil kvyat x female reader
warnings: mentions of sex & suggestive content. y/n has a complicated relationship with her sister but the love is still there. potentially badly translated russian.
this is pretty long so I apologize in advance.
authors note: this is what happens when I go on vacation and can’t sleep at three in the morning because of time zones and then remember that one picture of dany and penelope for her third birthday
translation guide: meelaya= russian for darling
monte carlo. a city that never sleeps.
so it’s absolutely the wrong place for y/n y/l/n. the city’s saving grace was the quiet booksellers on a side street, set back from the bustling casinos.
she was a quiet person, a homebody. the kind of person that monte carlo would chew up and spit back out again. the kind of person that preferred a five-storey bookstore to a party boat ride in the middle of the night. the kind of person that didn’t care for the nightlife, or the hordes of world-class athletes that flocked to the tax haven every year.
the heels of her fall boots clicked against the marble tiles as she wove between the wooden shelves, running her fingers over the paperback covers and breathing in the smell of brand new, unread books.
she was curious by nature, a habit that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count in her twenty-four years of life.
y/n crossed into the romance section, eyes scanning the shelves for the latest from emily henry. the brightly coloured covers were on the top shelf, the pop art designs springing off the shelves as she dropped her canvas tote bag, resting it against the wall as she stepped onto the bottom shelf, testing her weight before extending her arm and reaching for ‘book lovers.’
it was just her luck that the soft paperback was set back from the rest and required some serious reaching in order to find a good grip on the book. she had almost grabbed it when she lost her footing, falling backwards from the shelf.
this is it. this is how I die, she thought, waiting for the moment that her skull would crack against the shelf behind her.
a moment that never came.
y/n looked up, heart racing, into the eyes of her saviour.
he had a soft face, one that was imperfect and oblong, yet still charming and inviting.
“are you okay?” his accent was hard to place, but if y/n had to guess, she would have said russian.
“yeah, yeah I’m alright.” she said quietly, slowly regaining her breath as the stranger helped her back to her feet “thank you for catching me, that could have gone very badly if you hadn’t.”
“no need to thank me. what is the point of having good reflexes of you don’t put them to good use?”
y/n chuckled, kneeling down to help the man pick up the books he had cast aside. “russian literature and childrens books? that’s an odd combination.”
the stranger laughed. “so says the woman who just fell off a bookshelf trying to get a romance book.”
she rolled her eyes. “ouch.”
“if you must know, crime and punishment is for me, and the childrens books are for my daughter.”
somehow that information hit y/n like whiplash. so much for her meet cute if the hot guy was already committed to somebody else.
“how old is she?” y/n asked gently, passing the stack back
“almost three. she’s with my ex girlfriend and her new guy this weekend. he’s a fucking red bull driver, off god knows where.”
of course she had heard of the infamous formula one drivers that called monaco home. in fact, her sister lived in the same building as three of them. however they did not run in the same crowds, you see. her sister was the life of the party when all y/n wanted to do was be where the hordes of people were not.
“I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out.”
“no worries. I’m over it.” he stuck out a hand. “danill. danill kvyat.”
“y/n.” she smiled, shaking his warm, calloused hand “thank you for saving me from certain death:”
“oh come on, that fall wouldn’t have killed you.”
“you don’t know that.”
you see, y/n y/l/n is a worrier in every sense of the word. worrying about how other people see her, how people react to the things that she does.
every possible outcome of every possible situation.
if there was something to worry about, y/n worried about it.
she lived in an almost constant state of melodrama, her mother used to say.
the pair continued their walk through the bookstore, heading towards the cash desk as they engaged in idle chatter, neither party dropping any big identifiers about their lives in the process.
“let me pay for that.” danill insisted as they got closer and closer to the till
“absolutely not.” y/n insisted, clutching the paperback to her chest. “I am perfectly capable of buying myself a book.”
really, she wasn’t. monte carlo is a very expensive city, despite the lack of taxes. but she had underspent on groceries that week, and had change to spare on new reading material to add to her never ending to be read stack.
but she still has her pride, and therefore she wasn’t going to let a beautiful russian stranger (whose name she now knew) pay for her.
“come on, it’s the least I can do to repay you for listening to me talk.”
“you’ve already saved my life today, you don’t need to buy my books as well.”
“but I insist!” daniil persisted as the young girl behind the counter rang up the purchase and read the total.
“it’s no big deal, daniil. thank you for the offer.” y/n thought the argument was over until she reached for her bag and realized it was no longer over her shoulder, spitting out a curse. “fuck. daniil, can you stay here while I run and grab my bag?”
the russian nodded, but as soon as y/n had slunk back behind the shelves, he whipped out his visa card and tapped the machine, paying for the book anyways.
when y/n came back, the line had already moved on, and the russian was standing against a table, two Papier bags in hand.
“you paid for it as soon as my back was turned, didn’t you?”
“guilty as charged.” daniil grinned, passing y/n the bag
“at least let me buy you a coffee or something.” y/n insisted. “I’m the one that should be repaying you, not the other way around.
really, she just wanted to spend more time with daniil, something akin to butterflies erupting in her stomach when she thought about his gentle smile, or his boisterous laugh.
it was like something straight out of a romance book.
they ended up going for lunch at a cafe down the road from the booksellers, and area of town that was still miles less busy than the rest of the casino city.
“so after you two broke up, she started dating your replacement at red bull ? that’s cold, man.”
that lunch would be the day they really got to know each other.
“what brings a girl like you to monaco? it doesn’t seem your style.”
“it’s not. my sister is a professional athlete. martial arts. I’m her manager, and she thought that it was okay to upend my entire life and drag me halfway across the world to live here with her because she didn’t want to be alone, which I understand, but now she has dropped me in that same spot she didn’t want to be in. I don’t really like change all that much, and there’s been too much of it lately for me to handle. I don’t make friends as easily as she does.”
daniil smiled “well, you’ve just made a friend now.”
it was the first time that y/n felt that she could be so brutally honest without consequence, without fear of saying something wrong or how the other party might react.
and for daniil, it was the first time he had felt seen, felt understood since his relationship with kelley had imploded.
they both felt at home with each other.
one lunch turned into two, which turned into a proper date, then two then three. then dates turned into heated kisses and wandering touches, nights at each other’s apartments, sheets clinging to sweaty skin.
but through all of this, y/n has still never met penelope, daniils little girl.
it was a cool october night, and nothing in y/n’s life felt right. it had been a long day at work for her day job, and she dreaded the realization that she still had a few tedious promotional tasks to perform in her sisters best interest.
as she was leaving the high rise building, she felt like she wanted to cry. she was supposed to meet daniil for dinner, and it was the last thing that she wanted to do: she was exhausted and annoyed from everything that had gone wrong in her day, her unshaven legs were an eyesore, and she was certain that her eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.
the sunshine yellow mercedes that sat in her parking space was the one luxury she had allowed herself after moving to monaco. she had saved for years to afford the amg car and it had taken more of her savings than she would have liked. she slid inside, dropping her tote bag in the backseat before turning on the stereo, resting her head against the steering wheel and letting out a scream, an old metallica song playing in the background.
when she was done having her little moment, she reached for her phone and dialled daniils number, running through all of the possible ways that she could articulate the way she was feeling, the anxiety coursing through her veins about the mere thought od trying to balance all of the things she needed to do for her sister against her date with dany and her downtime.
“hey, dan.” she started “listen, I’ve had a really long day and I still have stuff to do so I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to make it tonight, I’m nowhere near ready and I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”
“hey, hey. y/n, it’s okay.” daniil soothed, his voice almost bringing tears to y/n’s eyes. “we don’t have to go out tonight. listen, I’ll order some takeaway and cancel the babysitter. we can stay in tonight, and I’ve got penelope which usually means a night full of pixar movies. don’t go home alone, meelaya. an empty house isn’t good for you.”
“yeah, okay. I’ll be there in half an hour?”
“that sounds great. hey, are you listening to metallica?”
y/n laughed. in the months she had known daniil, she learned to love that the russian loved heavy music. she had been raised in a household of classic rock and hair metal, and had even gone through the traditional and often regrettable emo phase, and had gotten her name on the wait list for the my chemical romance reunion tour.
“of course. see you soon, okay babe?”
“I love you.”
“love you more, dany.”
when she got to daniils apartment, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. relief surged through her body as the russian opened the door, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.
although his dating life had hit a standstill after kelley, he had never lost his touch, his kiss as soft and passionate as ever.
“daddy!” a small voice shouted from the other room “is y/n here yet?”
daniil laughed, pulling y/n into his chest for a hug. “yes, princess. come bring her your gift.”
the apartment echoed with footsteps as penelope kvyat ran into the front hall, carrying with her a bouquet of flowers bigger than she was.
“these are for you. I helped pick them out.” the three-year-old proclaimed, thrusting the bouquet towards y/n, who took them with a smile.
“thank you, penelope! they’re gorgeous.”
“hey, pen, remember I told you you could give y/n the flowers but then you had to go do your math homework?”
“who gives math homework to a three year old?”
“it’s literally addition and subtraction, she could finish it in ten minutes if she wanted to go but she gets distracted easily.”
after some minor complaints, penelope disappeared back into the dining room, allowing y/n to have some space and some private time with her lover.
“hey,” daniil said softly, reaching for y/ns hand “if this gets overwhelming for you, just tell me. please. I know it’s a lot and we’re still only a few months in-“
“dany, it’s okay.” y/n cut him off with a soft kiss. “she seems like a really sweet kid.” she grinned mischievously “and besides, every girl loves a dilf.”
daniil chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “lucky for us, pen has an early bedtime.”
the night went by faster than y/n could have imagined, and with each passing minute she was happier that she had decided to go to dans rather than back to her own, empty flat. dinner was traditional russian that daniil had picked up from a place down the road: perogies and creamy mashed potatoes, with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for penelope.
pen was very excited to meet y/n, and spent the night showering her in compliments about her manicured nails, her dress, the colour of her eyes.
after dinner, it was a scene that oddly reminded y/n of when she and daniil had first met each other, and subsequently argued over something as pointless over who was going to lay for the romance book she had fallen off the shelf trying to find.
daniil kept insisting that y/n should sit down and put her feet up, especially after the day she had, and y/n kept insisting that she was going to help clean things up, thinking that it was the least she could do in return for the evening.
and y/n y/l/n was putting the days of taking no for an answer behind her.
which is how she ended up washing dishes while dany cleared the table, the russian unable to resist playfully tapping her ass as he walked past with a stack of plates.
“do you want to talk about what happened earlier today, now that penelope is in the other room? it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that talking about why your day sucked as much as it did might make you feel better.”
that was one of the things she liked most about the russian: he was a good listener, letting her vent whenever she needed to, or listening to her talk herself through an anxious spiral, and he was on standby to help however he could if either party determined that it was needed.
“I’m sick of working two jobs. I can’t work at the firm, and manage my sister at the same time, its getting to be too much. the law job was supposed to keep me sane, it’s what I studied for, committed too. but I think I kept the job to prove to emmy that I don’t need to rely on her, that I can do just fine on my own, but somewhere deep down I hate that she’s found so much success and so much wealth and that I have just been dragged along for the ride.” she complained, aggressively using a dishcloth to clean one of the ceramic plates. “thank god I have a day off tomorrow, I need a fucking break.”
daniil didn’t say anything, knowing that y/n just needed space to vent, instead gently pulling her into his arms.
“why are families so damn complicated?”
dany smiled. “who knows, my love? who knows?”
after the dishes were done, the couple joined penelope in the sitting room: daniil in the middle of the couch, and pen and y/n on either side of him, a large bowl of microwave popcorn on his lap, ‘cars’ playing on the tv in front of them.
“daddy?” penelope asked, sitting up on the couch.
“yes, princess.” dany smiled
“can you braid my hair?” the toddler asked, a plastic disney hairbrush in hand
daniil chuckled, moving around on the couch to make space. “of course, sweetheart.”
it was a scene that made y/n’s heart stop and swell, watching daniil expertly plait his daughters hair. it was something so nurturing, and so domestic that for a split second, she could see this in her future, she saw this as her forever.
and that scared her.
“does this mean that you’re gonna braid my hair as well?” y/n asked with a grin, leaning on danys shoulder.
daniil turned his head, smiling back. “can you sit still long enough?”
“of course.” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before lowering her voice “do I get to call you daddy as well?” she joked, quickly kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer
so imagine her surprise when, after gently parting her hair and running his fingers over her skin, daniil leaned in and whispered “try it later and find out.”
it sent shivers rippling down her skin, combined with the loving way that he was holding her, two sharp contrasts that made her feel butterflies.
the end credits rolled, and penelope was sent off to get ready for bed while daniil and y/n (with her hair freshly braided) tidied the sitting room.
“I was going to wait until the morning, but after the day that you’ve had, I think I’ll give these to you now.” the russian smiled, digging through a desk drawer. “I e been planning this for weeks and there was a whole big reveal planned, but it’s whatever.”
“what’s this?” y/n gawked, looking at the white letter envelope dany pushed into her hand
“just open it and see.”
with a smile, y/n placed the empty plastic popcorn bowl back on the counter and used her fingernail to open the envelope, gently pulling out the sheets of paper inside with a gasp.
“a weekend in paris to see metallica?!”
“kelley and max have pen that whole week, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a concert, and the two of us have never done a weekend away.” daniil hummed, striding towards y/n and placing his hands on her waist. “what do you say? come to paris with me?”
y/n pushed onto her tip-toes, pressing a deep kiss to daniil’s lips. “of course I will. I love you.”
dany kissed her again with a smile. “I love you more.”
“not possible.”
they stood in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped in an embrace as they kissed, hands tangling in hair before daniil scooped her off her feet.
“I swear to god, if you hit my head on the cabinets again-“ y/n giggled as the former f1 driver placed her on the granite counter.
“it was one time!” he laughed, kissing her again as she looped her arms around his neck, gently biting down on his lip as she tried to pull him closer, legs wrapped around his waist.
“daddy?”
the interruption made both parties jump, with daniil hitting his head on the cabinet door handle.
“jesus christ.” y/n muttered, a hand over her heart as she slid off the counter. “pen, you scared us.”
“y/n,” penelope started, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her arms “can you read me a bedtime story?”
touched by the little girls request, she turned to daniil. “is that okay with you?”
“of course. it’s an honour for pen to ask you that.” dan chuckled, ruffling his daughters hair.
so y/n sat with penelope in the small, but cozy pink room, reading from a copy of harry potter and the philosophers stone that pen’s uncle charles had gotten her for her birthday, insisting that she was old enough for wizards now. daniil paused in the doorway, snapping a photo of his two favourite girls curled up next to each other as penelope started to fall asleep.
months passed, and y/n and daniil had officially moved in together. unable to decide whose apartment they were going to move into, they ended up buying a small townhouse together, away from the cluster of f1 related personnel living in monte carlo.
the master bedroom was y/n’s favourite room, flooded with light from the skylight over the dresser and the large picture windows, a metallica poster over the queen sized bed (with the floral duvet creating fantastic contrast) and the wall full of books, the favourite literature of the two lovers mending perfectly to create their own miniature library. the room had an ensuite and took up an entire floor, reminding y/n of her uncles house in yorkshire.
penelope’s room was directly below, painted in an eggshell blue so pale that it could be mistaken for white, a plush bed piled high with pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the room.
throughout the move, dany had been fielding calls from his agent, desperate to find something new to keep him going since he couldn’t race in europe anymore.
and y/n had finally put her foot down, telling her sister to find a new manager because she wanted to focus on her day job.
weeks went by, their weekend away drawing closer and closer, offering both parties a break from their lives. soon enough, the weekend was planned to a T, suitcases packed and waiting at the door, airbnb rented and ready.
it was a three day trip: one for getting there and sightseeing, one for daytime love making and the actual concert and one for the return flight to monaco.
the flight was seamless, and getting through the airport was a breeze. daniil hired a private car, and did most of the driving himself. when they got to the rented penthouse, he scooped a blushing and giggling y/n into his arms and carried her through the doorway with a wide grin on his face.
leaving their suitcases in the living room, the couple explored the old apartment, marvelling at the french architecture.
y/n got to the bedroom first, staring dreamily out of the picture window at the view of paris, the bustling streets and the old buildings, with the eiffel tower standing high above it all in the distance.
daniil thought it was the most beautiful sight it the world: his girlfriend bathed in soft daylight, her motley crue shirt tied up at the bottom to reveal her gorgeous stomach, skinny jeans that made her ass look flawless.
everything about y/n was stunning, and he made sure to remind her of that every chance that he got.
the russian came up behind her, gently running his fingers up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss behind her ear.
“do you like it?”
“baby, I love it. I can’t believe I’m in paris, and tomorrow night I’m seeing metallica in concert.”
she turned around slowly, pulling dany in by the collar of his shirt so that his body was caging her against the window ledge. she kissed him gently, one hand on his chest and the other coming around to playfully squeeze his ass.
“change of plans.” daniil muttered breathily against her lips “we sightsee tomorrow, but right now, we are getting naked in that bed and not leaving until I have made you cum at least three times.”
the day of the concert arrived, and the penthouse was abuzz with excitement as the couple got ready, blaring spotifys ‘this is metallica’ playlist from the surround sound speakers.
the lovers were hand in hand as they filed into the arena with the rest of the general admissions crowd, and they barely let go of each other the entire time: from their clasped hands during ‘master of puppets’ as the jumped with the crowd, broad smiles on their faces, to y/n on his shoulders, high above the crowd during ‘for whom the bell tolls’.
they were giddy with laughter and slightly tipsy as they walked up the stairs to the penthouse, exhausted from the pure adrenaline of the heavy metal concert when they collapsed on the bed, not even taking off their shoes as they curled up with each other, daniils arms wrapped tightly around y/ns torso.
the following morning, y/n slowly shifted awake when she felt the bed move, daniils arms sliding away from her body. she was half awake when he sat down next to her, draping a plush blanket over her body.
“go back to bed, meelaya. you look exhausted.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “have fun last night?”
“it was incredible.” she smiled widely, pushing up on her elbows to give him a kiss.
“I’m just running out to get some breakfast. how do chocolate crepes sound?”
“perfect.” she said softly, kissing him again. “drive safe.”
after daniil had left, y/n fell back asleep, banking another half hour before she woke up again, wondering why her lover wasn’t back yet. she tried not to think too much about it at first, getting in the shower in an attempt to avoid calling him in a panic, dressing in her tour shirt from the night before and a simple pair of lavender panties before going to the kitchen and making a hot chocolate, a dozen panicked scenarios seeping into her mind until her phone buzzed.
will be home in ten minutes. I have good news!🫶🏻
danill came back as y/n was getting the table set, a massive grin on his face.
“you know how I was calling around to all of those nascar teams to try and get a seat for the fall?” he started, wrapping his arms around y/n from behind
“yeah, what about it? did you get a call back?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice
dany nodded “herzeberg called while I was out. I’m going to drive in nascar!”
y/n shrieked “dany that’s amazing!” she said, throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you!”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, meelaya.”
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