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🧣 can this be a real thing? - carlos sainz 🧣

summary: carlos had always been there for you, through thick and thin, whenever and wherever. but will he let you bring him to your family’s christmas dinner as someone you’re fake dating when he has real feelings for you?

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Carlos groaned as he rolled over, blindly searching for his ringing phone on the nightstand before picking it up, “Hola?”

“Oh thank god, you picked up,” You exclaimed through the phone, pacing around in your room, “I need a favor. It’s urgent.”

“Great way to start my day, and it’s only…7:30 am,” Carlos muttered, holding the phone to his ear, “What favor?”

Exhaling deeply, you laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck, “I lied to my family, saying I was seeing someone, when in fact I’m obviously not. So, now I need you to be that someone at the family dinner this Sunday.”

“Dios mío, make things simpler,” He frowned in confusion, rubbing a hand down his face, “My brain is not awake yet.”

“Sorry, I’m just in under extreme stress,” You replied, tapping your foot out of habit, “I need you to be my pretend boyfriend at my family dinner.”

If Carlos had mentioned his brain wasn’t awake yet, then it was definitely working at maximum effort now. He immediately sat up and ran a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what have you done?”

“Please? You’re my best friend and I need this favor so bad,” You begged, “Just help me out please, Carlos?”

Groaning as he accidentally banged his head on the headboard a bit too hard, Carlos sighed and nodded even if you couldn’t see it, “Text me the details, I’ll pick you up then we’ll go together on Sunday. You owe me.”

“Oh thank heavens, thank you, Carlos,” You let out a sigh of relief, laying back down on your bed, “I do, I owe you one. I’ll see you then, love you!”

As the line went silent, Carlos threw his phone on the empty side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Love. Would that word come out of your mouth that was beyond the confines of everything platonic?

“Okay, so, review time,” You clapped your hands, turning over to Carlos, “When did we start dating?”

Carlos scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove the both of you to your family’s home, “I am not that forgetful. May 23rd.”

“I’m just making sure that things check out,” You smacked the back of his head, eliciting a yelp from him, “How about our first date?”

“Y/N, you know I won’t let you down like that,” He glanced at you quickly before pulling up to the driveway, “I promise I won’t fuck up.”

“Sorry, they’re just so…pushy sometimes,” You mumbled, running a hand through your hair, “Just don’t let them bother you. They’re a handful.”

“A handful? Please, you’re my best friend,” Carlos grinned, a bitter feeling as the title slipped out of his mouth, “You’re a handful.”

“God, I hate you sometimes,” You sarcastically smiled, patting his cheek before getting out of the car and grabbing your gifts, “You ready, fake boyfriend?”

“You’re not ready, amor,” He teased, walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

As you walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell twice, your mother opened the door and exclaimed, “Welcome home, my darling!”

“Oh jeez, way to greet us, mom,” You laughed, pulling her in a tight hug, “Where’s Haley?”

Haley grinned, peeking her head out from the staircase and running down to tackle you in a hug, “You’re home!”

“You’ve grown so big,” You gasped, kneeling down to her height, “What have you done to my baby sister?”

“Y/N! I’m six years old,” She whined, crossing her arms, “I am not a baby!”

“You’ll always be my baby,” You teased, kissing the top of her head and standing back up, “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Carlos.”

Carlos smiled, handing over the bottle of wine that he brought over, “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s really nice to meet you. I brought this wine as a gift for your family.”

“Oh, how lovely, Carlos! This must be expensive,” She exclaimed, pulling the Spaniard in for a hug, “If Y/N hasn’t warned you, I’m a big hugger.”

“Definitely the opposite of your daughter,” Carlos chuckled lightly, kneeling down to Haley’s height and smiling, “Hi there, you know Y/N talks about you a lot?”

Haley lights up and smiles brightly, “She does?”

“Mhm, all the time,” Carlos smiled, pulling out a gift from behind him and handing it over to the little girl, “Merry Christmas from Santa.”

“The box is huge!” Haley gasped, picking it up and struggling as she carried it to the living room, “Carlos, come on!”

Carlos chuckled softly, standing up and kissing the side of your head before following your sister to the living room, leaving a bewildered you standing stiffly near the doorway. When did he get that gift for your sister? Why did he get that? And, Carlos paid attention to your ramblings?

“That was sweet of your man to get Haley a gift,” Your mother nudged your shoulder, dragging you to the kitchen, “Guess he’s set on winning us over.”

“He should, that’s my little girl he’s dating,” Your father turned around, setting the roasted chicken on the table, “One wrong move and I’ll hunt him down.”

“Oh jeez, this is why I don’t bring anyone home,” You groaned, helping your mother set the table, “Don’t scare him off, dad. Play nice.”

“I will, I’m just teasing,” He pulled you in for a hug, patting your back with a smile, “Nice to have you home, sweetie.”

Peering over your father’s shoulder, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat upon seeing Carlos and Haley opening the gift with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“Haley, return Carlos to your sister!” Your mother called out, taking her seat on the table, “It’s dinner time!”

Carlos smiled as he took a seat next to you, leaning in to whisper, “Guess I have my new favorite Y/L/N now.”

“Oh shut up, Sainz,” You playfully rolled your eyes and pinched his arm lightly, “I didn’t know you bought her a gift.”

Shrugging with a small smile, he poured the wine into your glass and replied, “It was nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow and began to eat, “Nothing you say? Haley, what’d Carlos get you?”

“The best gift ever,” Haley exclaimed with her mouth full of mashed potatoes, “New roller skates and headphones! It’s like he read my mind!”

Your mother turned to Carlos with a smile, “You didn’t need to get her such extravagant gifts, Carlos.”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Carlos smiled, taking a bite of the chicken off his fork, “This food is great, Mr. Y/L/N, it’s too bad Y/N didn’t get your cooking skills.”

“All she does is just sit and wait for me to finish cooking,” Your father replied with a chuckle, taking a sip of his wine, “This wine is really good too, thanks for bringing it in.”

“Enough about food, let’s talk about you two,” Your mother gushed, turning to you with a smile, “Carlos, what do you like most about our little girl?”

“The question is what’s there not to like about her,” Carlos smiled, turning his attention to you and patting your knee gently, “I’ve been looking for love my whole life, and it was in front of me this whole time.”

“That’s just the sweetest thing ever,” Your mother replied, looking at the both of you fondly, “How long have the two of you been dating?”

“Nearly a year,” You replied nonchalantly, trying to get over what Carlos had just said, “Although, he was my best friend before he was my boyfriend.”

Carlos couldn’t help but yearn for what could have been if he had confessed to you. But, he was always afraid of losing you as his friend, which is why he settled to just being your best friend.

It wasn’t long until everyone called it a night, you felt a bit guilty for lying to your family about dating Carlos because they seemed to love him a whole lot. Especially Haley – you always had a standard that they must get along with your sister. Carlos did.

“That was an eventful dinner,” Carlos broke the silence in the car, glancing over at you, “I actually had fun. They’re great people.”

You snapped out of your daze and gave him a small smile, “Yeah, I love them. They’re a handful but I’m lucky.”

“You know your dad threatened me before we left,” He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road, “He said I should take good care of you.”

Muttering under your breath, you looked out the window, “You already do.”

“Uh, Y/N, I wanted to talk about something,” Carlos said, pulling up to your apartment and turning to look at you, “It’s a bit important.”

Taking a deep breath, you looked back at him and rambled, “I like you. Wait, no. I think I love you. I know I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner, but I just saw how you were with my family, especially Haley, and I realized that I want you there. Every occasion or even no occasion! I just want you with me. Not as my best friend.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Carlos smiled to himself, running a hand through his hair, “You know you talk too much?”

“I know, I do,” You whined, “I just had to get it out of my system.”

“And, you took the words out of my mouth,” He reached over for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, “So…can this be a real thing?”

“We do have go get back to square one though,” You mumbled, looking at him, “We skipped the first date, first kiss, and all that jazz and went way ahead with spending the holida- mmph!”

Carlos leaned over to pull you in for a kiss with you melting into his touch, the two of you smiling to yourselves with the moonlight illuminating through the dashboard.

“You talk too much,” Carlos pulled away, whispering as he leaned his forehead against yours, “So…mi novia. It has a good ring to it.”

Playfully hitting his shoulder, you leaned back against the seat and covered your face, “God, I feel like a teenage girl all over again.”

“Best Christmas by far,” He grinned, mirroring your actions and sighing happily, “Santa granted my biggest wish after 3 years.”

“How adorable,” You pouted, reaching over to pinch his cheeks, “You liked me first.”

Carlos groaned, playfully rolling his eyes, “You fell for me too, anyways.”

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🎅🏻 secret santa - daniel ricciardo 🎅🏻

summary: having a secret santa tradition amongst your friends was already bad to begin with. who knew it could be so much worse from pulling your enemy’s name from the bag?

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Christmas festivities were always fun amongst your friend group – a wonderful way to destress from the hustle and bustle of each of your lives.

“Okay, everyone settle down!” Lando clapped as he shook the container in his hands, “It’s time for secret Santa!”

Taking a sip of your hot chocolate, you smiled to yourself and took a seat beside Carlos, “Who do you think you’re getting?”

“Hard to think about,” Carlos chuckled, crossing his arms, “I’m just hoping what they’d ask for would be easy to buy.”

As Lando walked over, you leaned over to pull out a neatly folded paper and scooted over to the edge of the couch to keep the name to yourself. Unfolding it, you groaned and crumpled it, shoving it inside your pocket.

“Who’d you get, loser?” Daniel grinned, leaning in close to you from behind, “I bet that person’s going to suffer from your awful gift giving skills.”

Rolling your eyes, you whacked the backside of his head and scoffed, “I could say the same for who you got, dipshit.”

You had a a few days left until the Christmas party and it was safe to say that you still haven’t bought a gift for who you got – Daniel. Normally, people would have a wishlist to make things easier, but Lando wanted a twist that it was up to the giver to ultimately decide.

“I’ve been here since this morning,” You groaned, walking around the mall, “This is hopeless.”

Sneaking up on you, Daniel wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed you in a headlock, “Look what the devil brought in!”

“God damn it, Daniel!” You screamed, punching his arm repeatedly, “Get off me!”

Daniel laughed, releasing you from his hold and crossing his arms, “You shopping for your secret Santa?”

“No, I’m shopping for my funeral,” You scoffed, smoothening out your clothes, “Obviously, dipshit.”

“I should definitely come along with you,” He grinned, “If you don’t mind.”

Rolling your eyes and walking off, you replied, “I simply don’t have a choice over here.”

Walking alongside you, Daniel had an extra skip in his step and looked over at you, who was looking a bit…prettier than usual, “So, what do you plan on getting?”

“That’s the thing,” You mumbled, shrugging at the same time, “I have no idea what to get the person at all.”

“Aw, poor little Y/N, no brainer for her secret Santa,” He pouted, eliciting another eye roll from you, “Why don’t you just get them a gift card or some sort of shit?”

“A gift card?” You stopped walking and turned to him, a confused look on his face, “Who hurt you?”

“At least that person would get something they wanted,” He laughed, nudging your shoulder, “Wanna get some refreshers?”

“I’m not saying yes unless it’s your treat,” You teased, putting your hands inside your pockets, “And if it’s coffee.”

As the two of you walked to a coffee shop, Daniel took a seat across you and looked at you intently, “I have a question.”

Looking up at him as you took a sip of your coffee, “What is it?”

“Why do you loathe me so much?” He asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms, “This is a serious question.”

Humming and avoiding his gaze, you leaned back against the chair and shrugged, “I don’t loathe you. You’re just absolutely…loud and annoying, it’s irritating to me. No offense.”

“But why just me?” Daniel raised an eyebrow, leaning his elbows on his knees, “You know that’s like half of the friend group we have with the guys, right?”

“Because it’s you,” You shrugged, throwing your wallet on the table and standing up to dodge his question, “I’ll just go to the bathroom, don’t…drink my coffee.”

Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and watching you walk off to the bathroom. It was absolutely a mystery for him as to why you were so avoidant towards him out of all people. He was your enemy, but you weren’t his.

“Don’t drink my coffee,” Daniel mumbled to himself, grabbing your wallet and looking through it, “She didn’t say that don’t touch my wallet.”

As he filed through your wallet, there were receipts from countless amounts of coffee that you bought for the past year. Daniel frowned in confusion as he found a small crumpled up paper stashed in between your bills.

Upon unfolding it, his eyes widened from the name scribbled on the nearly torn paper – ‘Daniel’. You were making such an effort for someone you claimed to be loud and annoying.

“You didn’t dri- oh god,” You choked out, standing in front of Daniel, “You weren’t supposed to touch my wallet.”

Daniel smiled sheepishly, setting it back on the table and looking at you, “So, you got…me?”

“Hip hip hooray, wonderful discovery,” You quickly said, snatching your wallet from him and walking out of the coffee shop, “What a great fucking day.”

“Y/N, wait up!” Daniel called out, running after you and grabbing your arm, “I’m sorry!”

Pulling your arm back, you scoffed and glared at him, “You are so fucking annoying. Always ruining things!”

“I didn’t mean to find out,” Daniel muttered, sighing in defeat, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry this, sorry that. You tick me off,” You frowned, shaking your head and mumbled, “The way you joke, always trying to pull pranks, taking up my personal space…that smile of yours.”

Tilting his head, Daniel snickered and looked up at you, “My smile? From things that tick you off…my smile is one of them?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” You stuttered, eyes widened, “I hate you.”

“I don’t think so, Y/N,” He replied, a teasing tone to his voice and took a step closer, “I think you like me. A lot.”

“No, I don’t. Not at all,” You mumbled, putting your hands in front of you to keep a distance, “Don’t even come near me. Cooties.”

“Oh please, cooties?” Daniel laughed, pushing your hands down gently and glancing at your lips quickly, “I know what you could get me.”

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “What would be the best thing I could get you?”

“Well, for starters, you could get me the girl,” He shrugged, a teasing smile on his lips, “And a date.”

“Wow,” You replied, deadpanned, “That’s going to be one of the hardest gifts to get when I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“You’re a bitch sometimes but,” Daniel replied, laughing as you punched his shoulder, “I don’t know what reeled me in.”

You raised your eyebrow, feigning offense, “Me? A bitch? Aw, sorry about that.”

“See, I should definitely get myself checked by a specialist,” He grinned, hesitantly reaching over for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, “Theory confirmed, you do like me.”

“One word to the others,” You mumbled, walking to your car and dragging him with you, “I’ll kill you.”

Raising his fist in the air, Daniel cheered and trailed after you like a lost puppy, “Just wrap yourself in Christmas wrapper and I’ll get to unwrap you then.”

Turning around to smack his head, you shook your head, “Don’t test me, Daniel.”

“Oh no, I definitely am not. Let me make it up to you,” Daniel smiled, leaning over to kiss your cheek quickly, “There we go.”

As you brought your hand up to your cheek, you couldn’t help but feel yourself go red from the feeling of his lips lingering. You gave him an awkward smile before walking off to your car in a hurry.

“She’s blushing, oh my god, I made her blush!” Daniel laughed, chasing after you, “Wait for me!”

“Leave me alone!” You groaned, a smile coming onto your face, “I didn’t blush!”

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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🌟🌅 serendipity - charles leclerc 🌅🌟

summary: a year ago, meeting a stranger at the eiffel tower on christmas eve and spending the night together sounded something out of a film. would the two of you find each other again the next year despite not knowing each other’s name?

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Turning to the Monégasque seated beside you on the field in front of the Eiffel tower, “You know you’re not bad company.”

“Of course I’m not,” Charles grinned, taking a bite of his croissant, “This is a unique way to spend Christmas eve with a complete stranger.”

“Hm, strangers?” You raised an eyebrow, sipping your coffee, “I wouldn’t share some pastries with a stranger.”

Charles shrugged with a teasing smile, turning his attention back to the sight before him, “We don’t know each other’s names though.”

“And it’s better for it to stay that way,” You replied nonchalantly, setting your cup down on the field, “No strings at all.”

Exhaling the night breeze, Charles took a quick glance at you, a bittersweet feeling in his heart, “If we find each other again, you must tell me your name.”

“Okay, deal,” You nodded, reaching your hand out with a small smile, “Who knows if we actually would?”

Charles smiled, shaking your hand and feeling his heart pick up its pace, “All I can do is hope.”

Hurriedly exiting the plane, you muttered apologies to the people you’ve accidentally bumped into. Taking a flight on Christmas eve was not a brilliant idea, but you would be lying if you said that a certain Monégasque wasn’t your reason as to why you’re currently in Paris again.

“So glad I packed light,” You mumbled, rushing out to the taxi bay and getting into one quickly, “A la Tour Eiffel très vite, s'il vous plait.” To the Eiffel tower quickly, please.

As the taxi driver drove, you looked out the window and nervously played with the strap of your backpack. Was it the correct decision to follow your gut feeling that he might be there?

“Ah, merde,” The driver groaned, shaking his head and looking at you in the rearview mirror, “Nous sommes entrés dans la circulation, mademoiselle.” Ah, fuck. We’ve gone into traffic, miss.

“Shit,” You mumbled, running a hand down your face and turning your attention to him, “Combien de temps pensez-vous que ce sera?” How long do you think this will be?

Clicking his tongue, he sighed, “Pas certain. C'est probablement le trafic de Noël.” Not sure. It’s probably Christmas traffic.

Quickly glancing at the clock, you impatiently tapped your foot. It’s an hour until Christmas – you’re definitely not going to make it from the way the cars are situated right now.

Leaning over the console from behind, you turned your attention to the driver, “Voici l'argent, j'y vais à pied. Joyeux noël!” Here’s the money, I’m getting there by foot. Merry Christmas!

Without another word, you grabbed your backpack and got out of the taxi, running to the Eiffel tower as fast as your feet could bring you.

“Oh, please be there,” You breathed out, spotting the landmark not far from where you were, “God, please.”

It took you a few more minutes before you leaned over your knees, breathing heavily on the sidewalk near the Eiffel tower. You looked down at your watch – 11:58 pm. Two minutes to spare, he probably would’ve left if he even came.

Walking over to the spot the two of you stayed at, you sighed and crossed your arms, staring at the Eiffel tower and hearing people greeting each other.

Frowning in confusion, you got a glimpse of a familiar brunette a few meters away from you. You immediately pushed past a bunch of people, profusely apologizing in case you’d ruin their night, before you reached out to tap him on the shoulder, “Excuse me?”

“Hm?” The guy turned around, raising an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”

“Oh, sorry,” You stuttered, smiling sheepishly and backing off, “You just…looked like someone I knew.”

You walked off before you could hear the stranger’s response, sitting down on the spot and pulling out a bag of Twizzlers and munching on them in sadness, “Merry fucking Christmas, Y/N. All alone.”

Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pulled it out and answered it, putting it to your ear, “Hello?”

“Merry Christmas, my darling best friend!” Lily exclaimed, “How’s Paris? Have you found him?”

“Merry Christmas, lovely,” You laughed softly, continuously munching on your Twizzlers, “I just ran a few kilometers to the Eiffel tower. It was traffic, and no, he isn’t here. I’m sadly munching on my Twizzlers.”

“Since when have you become athletic for a man?” She laughed, laying in bed, “Hey, no negativity! Maybe he’ll come…or you could return later afternoon.”

“I just – he was really nice, you know?” You muttered, resting your chin on your knees, “I could just take a roundtrip back so we could spend the holidays together.”

Lily scoffed, shaking her head, “No no! Just stay put over there, if it’s destiny then it’s destiny.”

“Maybe it’s not destiny,” You rolled your eyes, drinking from your bottle of water, “What if it was a one time thing? Just the universe playing tricks on me.”

“Trust me, Y/N,” Lily replied softly, “I have a good feeling he could come. I’ll go ahead now, okay? A bit knackered.”

Sighing in response, you looked around and chewed on the inside of your cheek, “Okay then. I love you, Lils. I’ll see you soon.”

As you shoved your phone back inside your bag, you hummed to yourself and mentally preparing yourself for the best and worst. People were starting to clear out, going back to their homes for some sweet rest, which you were hoping you could have.

Checking your watch for the nth time tonight, you shrugged and picked your bag up, turning to look at the Eiffel tower with a small smile, you frowned as you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

Turning around, you froze in your place from utter disbelief from the sight before you, “It’s…you.”

“It’s me,” Charles nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, “You…came.”

Laughing softly, you hugged yourself from the cold night breeze, “I did, and so did you.”

“I just wanted to see you again,” Charles shyly admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “A deal’s a deal.”

“So, what now…” You trailed off, swaying back and forth, “Mister?”

“I’m Charles. Charles Leclerc,” He smiled, holding his hand out, “And you are?”

Shaking his hand, you could feel your heart pick up its pace – the same feeling Charles got a year back, “Nice to meet you, Charles. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“This feels like some kind of fever dream,” Charles chuckled, putting his hands inside his pockets, “I never thought you’d come.”

“Not to be weird or anything but,” You bit your lip, uncontrollably smiling, “I do want to share pastries and coffee with you again. And probably a few more times.”

Charles felt his face turn red from what you had just admitted, he smiled to himself, “Isn’t it pretty to think…that all along there was some-”

“Invisible string?” You raised your eyebrows with a smile, “Tying you to me and vice-versa?”

“Something like that,” He shrugged, chuckling to himself and holding a hand out, “Café not as strangers but as Charles and Y/N?”

Nodding as you smiled at the man, who changed your life a year ago, standing in front of you, “That sounds wonderful.”

For people passing by, they couldn’t care any less about the two of you walking hand in hand to a café – the two of you looked like a normal couple, nothing special. But to the both of you? What you had could bloom into possible romance from a serendipitous night that you shared on Christmas eve in the past year.

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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💌 christmas cards - lewis hamilton 💌

summary: spending christmas in the hamilton household was always fun, especially when it comes to planning surprises for your children. but, what if you have a surprise for him under the tree?

taglist: @svechyaho @squderia @idkiwantchocolatee @koufaxx @melonunicornbby @myescapefromthislife @slut-era @estevries @sidcrosbyspuck @barzysreputation @verclercswiftie @mick2mercedes @mehrmonga

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Looking over at your shoulder, you smiled to yourself as you watched your husband fix the gifts under the tree, “I’m surprised the twins and Lucas didn’t have wishlists this year.”

“I bet because we’re awesome parents,” Lewis teased, walking over to you and kissing your temple, “I’m sure they’ll like the Disneyland tickets we’re getting them.”

“You know Amelia and Jamie are probably going to beg for a puppy,” You replied, pulling the cookies out of the oven, “Then you’re going to have a hard time saying no.”

Sitting on the kitchen island, Lewis scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, “Me? Tsk, I can say no to them easily.”

“Oh really now, Mr. Hamilton?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a plate off the rack and transferring the cookies on it, “How about…all the instances they asked for something and you caved?”

Shrugging, Lewis grinned and reached over to snatch a cookie and munching on it, “Okay fine, maybe I do have a weak spot for my girls.”

“Now go wake the kids up,” You dusted your hands off, setting the food on the table, “It’s nearly midnight, keeping up traditions.”

Lewis nodded, jumping off the island and jogging up the stairs to wake the kids in their room. Letting out a deep breath, you sat on the couch and stared at the pictures hanging on the wall. Perfect husband, perfect life, perfect family – how could you ever ask for more?

As the children ran down the stairs, Amelia squealed and climbed on your lap, “Are we going to open presents now, mommy?”

“Not yet, love,” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her, “It’s only 11:45 pm.”

Lucas sat on the floor, cuddling Roscoe and frowned, “That’s only 15 minutes to go! Can’t we open our presents now?”

“What mommy says, we do,” Lewis chuckled, walking in with Jamie in his arms and sitting down on the couch across you, “Plus, I’m sure it’s worth the wait.”

“What’d you get us?” Amelia asked, playing with your fingers, “Did we get a puppy?”

“That’s for me and daddy to know,” You teased, side-eyeing Lewis and turning back to your 3-year-old, “Plus, we already have Roscoe, love.”

Roscoe barked, walking over to you and nuzzling your hand. As the clock chimed midnight, Lewis gave the four of you a big hug, “Merry Christmas, Hamiltons.”

“Merry Christmas, honey,” You smiled, giving him a quick peck and kissing the top of your children’s heads, “Merry Christmas, my darlings!”

Lewis laughed as the children immediately ran to the tree, scavenging for the presents that had their names on it. You stood beside your husband, leaning to his side and hummed happily, “We’re so lucky, aren’t we?”

“Luckiest man in the world to have you and our kids,” Lewis mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head, “Best present I could ever get.”

Amelia gasped as she opened a present beside Jamie, taking out a pair of Mickey ears, “We’re going to Disneyland?!”

“Mhm, we’re also staying at the hotel,” You smiled, sitting amongst your children, “Are you guys happy?”

Lucas nodded eagerly, wearing the Darth Vader helmet, “I wanna go on all the Star Wars rides!”

“Me too, Lucas!” Jamie exclaimed, opening more presents and gasping, “A squishmallow!”

As Lewis and Lucas pretended to be Jedis with their lightsabers, Amelia tilted her head to the side and crawled under the tree and pulled out a white envelope with her father’s name scribbled on it.

“Daddy, look at this,” She muttered, standing up and tugging at her father’s pajamas, “It has your name on it!”

Lewis looked down at his youngest child and saw the white envelope in her hands, he set the lightsaber down and kneeled to her height, “What’s that, sweetpea?”

“I don’t know, daddy,” She shrugged, “I saw it under the tree! It must be from Santa!”

Pulling Jamie in your lap, you smiled to yourself and opened more presents with your daughter, “Looks like you aren’t too old for Santa, honey.”

“Oh please, I might be his favorite,” Lewis teased and sat down beside Amelia, taking the envelope from her hands, “I wonder what this is.”

As Lewis opened the envelope, he raised an eyebrow in confusion and pulled out a Christmas card from it, “Santa’s running low on gifts.”

“Maybe, it’s a gift card, daddy,” Lucas suggested, unboxing his Mercedes LEGO set, “Or sports coupons! Maybe we can play tennis then!”

Lewis chuckled, ruffling up his son’s hair, “You know I’ll take you to play tennis anytime you want to, bud.”

Turning his attention back to the card in his hand, Lewis opened it and whispered, “Merry Christmas to the best dad in the world. Honey, I think got a mistake here…six stockings, but we’re only five?”

You shrugged, handing him another card with a small smile, “Santa forgot to place this inside that envelope.”

Lewis chuckled softly, taking it from you and opening it to see an ultrasound picture attached in the middle, reading it softly, “We’re having a baby?”

“A baby girl,” You smiled brightly, nodding in response, “You’re going to be a dad again.”

As Lewis couldn’t help the big smile spreading on his face, he pulled you in for a hug and kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, “You don’t know how happy this makes me.”

“I’m surprised Toto didn’t even spill the beans,” You chuckled, hugging him back tightly, “Susie accompanied me to the check-ups.”

“Daddy, what’d you get!” Jamie exclaimed, squeezing in between the two of you, “What’s in your hand!”

“It’s a present for all of us, baby,” Lewis pulled away from you, smiling down at his daughter, “You’re going to be a big sister.”

Eliciting gasps from Lucas and Amelia, they immediately dropped their presents and cheered, jumping up and down with Roscoe barking alongside them, “A baby sister! We’re going to have a baby sister!”

Lewis sighed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple, “Best Christmas ever.”

Hugging him tightly, you smiled and admired the way your children were giggling happily with Roscoe joining in with them, “You mean best family ever?”

“Best in the absolute planet,” Lewis replied with a bright smile on his face, “I definitely won in life.”

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🛬 snowed in - lando norris 🛬

summary: wanting to come home for the holidays led you to being stuck at the airport due to the snowstorm. what’s a better way than to spend it with a cute stranger?

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“Mom, I’m telling you,” You groaned, leaning back against the uncomfortable chairs at the airport, “I’m stuck here at the airport for Christmas eve!”

“That’s a shame,” She replied, sighing a few seconds later, “I hope the snowstorm halts real soon.”

Picking at the loose threads of your sweater, you sighed, “It has to. I don’t want to get stuck here, it’s just shit.”

Clicking her tongue, your mother chuckled softly, “Just rest up, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

With a sigh, you shoved your phone in your bag and crossed your arms while looking out the snowstorm from the inside of the cozy airport. Looking around, you could tell how distressed the people were from not being able to come home to their families for the holidays.

As you made your way to the vending machine, you stood there and thought about the snacks that could help you out of your boredom.

“So, have you made a decision yet?”

You turned around to an unfamiliar face standing behind you, arms crossed and a teasing smile on his face, “Why are you nagging me?”

“Because I want to purchase my snacks too,” He replied, waving a bill in his hand, “And you’re taking a long time.”

“I was here first, you can wait,” You rolled your eyes, inserting your bill into the machine, “You’re impatient.”

“No I’m not,” The young man scoffed, “My name’s Lando.”

“Well, you’re…” You mumbled, reaching down to grab your soda and few candy bars with a bag of chips and turning to look at him, “Awfully pathetic at your jokes.”

“Oh, c’mon, that was a nice attempt,” Lando grinned and took his turn at the vending machine, “You have to tell me your name in return.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you laughed, “Nice attempt? That’s your best shot?”

“How else was I supposed to approach you?” He retorted, taking a bite from his chocolate bar and walking alongside you, “It was the only…non-awkward way.”

“For starters, you could’ve just said hi like a normal person would do,” You rolled your eyes and sat down on the table of a closed restaurant, “My name’s Y/N.”

“Sweet, I got your name,” Lando grinned, sitting across you and drinking from his soda bottle, “So, wanna spend time together?”

Looking at him with a Twizzler in your hand, you shrugged, “Are you going to murder me because you’re a strange man I met at the airport?”

Feigning offense, Lando reached over to steal a Twizzler, eliciting a whine from you, “Yes I am.”

“Nice choice of sitcoms, you got me there,” You grinned, leaning back on the chair, “Intellectual for watching New Girl.”

“You wound me, Y/N,” He replied, a hand to his chest, “I am a man of culture.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, mumbling, “Except for trying to talk to girls.”

Lando snickered, admiring the way your eyes twinkled as you looked at him, “So, what shall we do for the remaining time we’re stuck here?”

Two hours later, the two of you are seated upside down and laughing about the stupidest things you’ve managed to talk about while chewing on another pack of Swedish Fish.

“One time, I got scolded for laughing because my friend passed out,” You laughed, munching on the gummy, “That teacher got mental over that thing!”

Lando laughed alongside you, wiping tears from his eyes, “Why would you even laugh at such a serious moment?!”

“I have bad humor,” You turned to look at him, trying to look serious, “Not appropriate at all.”

“Guess you’re my kind of woman,” He teased, “You think this snowstorm’s gonna pass?”

“To be honest with you,” You trailed off, a small smile on your face, “I’m in between about it.”

Lando sat up properly, helping you to do so as well, and nudged your shoulder, “You enjoyed my company, hm?”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Of course I did, why would I stick by you for two hours if I didn’t?”

“It’s gonna suck when the snowstorm passes,” He admits, crumpling the plastic bag and shoving it in his pocket, “I would’ve liked to spend time with you more.”

Pausing for a moment, you frowned and looked at him, “I’ve never asked you about what flight you’re on, haven’t I?”

“Huh, I guess you haven’t but,” Lando trailed off, turning to look at you, “I’m on the 10.30 pm one to London.”

Eyes widening, you choked out, “Mine too!”

“No shit Sherlock!” Lando exclaimed, a grin breaking out on his face, “What seat are you on?”

As you pulled out your ticket, you read out to him, “I’m on 12B.”

“You know something,” He responded, pulling his ticket out and showing it to you, “I’m actually seated on 12C.”

Staring at each other for a moment, the two of you burst into laughter, “What if I told you none of this is accidental?”

“So now you’re quoting Taylor Swift,” Lando grinned, raising an eyebrow, “I’m definitely taking you out after Christmas.”

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🛳️ stuck with you - pierre gasly 🛳️

summary: money is money, you lived by that motto. what if your ex shows up on your doorstep with the cruise tickets you booked way before the two of you broke up?

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Pierre grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him, “Just listen to me, Y/N! It’s not like that, I swear!”

“Pathetic, Pierre,” You scoffed, pulling your arm back and frowning, “I’m just…done. You barely put shit into this relationship, I can’t do this anymore.”

“I’m going to try more,” He pleaded, looking in your eyes, “I promise, I will.”

Shaking your head, you smiled sadly at him, “That’s all you ever do, break promises, Pierre.”

“So, this is it?” Pierre chuckles bitterly, running a hand down his face, “This is how we end?”

“It’s for the best, Pierre,” You muttered, grabbing your purse and looking at him one last time, “Thanks for…everything.”

Pierre didn’t move from where he stood, watching you leave and feeling his heart ache from the loss of what could have been his greatest love.

December 20th. Just a few more days until Christmas – and marking a year since you and Pierre broke up. Well, a year since you broke up with him.

“I don’t get why you called me,” You mumbled through the phone, nearly folding your clothes, “To remind me that I broke up with Pierre a year ago?”

“Because it’s nice teasing you,” Sabrina, your sister, chuckled, “Plus, he hasn’t dated since you broke up with him.”

Rolling your eyes, you stashed the clothes inside your suitcase and stopping upon hearing the doorbell ringing, “Hold that thought, someone’s at the door.”

Throwing your phone on the bed, you ran down the stairs and opened the door, eyes widening from the person standing in front of you, “You…what are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, pumpkin,” Pierre grinned, leaning against the doorframe, “Didn’t expect to see me coming?”

Laughing in response, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “Why would I want to see you again?”

“Good point,” Pierre shrugged, ducking under your arm and hanging his coat on the rack, “I definitely wanted to see you again.”

“Just great,” You mumbled, closing the door and crossing your arms, “My house has an unwelcome guest.”

Kicking his shoes off and sitting on your loveseat, Pierre waved two tickets, “Remember these? The ones we booked way before…you broke up with me?”

“Oh Jesus, dumb mistake of me leaving those with you,” You frowned, looking at him, “What’s your plan?”

Pierre clicked his tongue, waving the tickets around, “I know that you’re quite the thrifty gal, so think of it as me trying to give us a shot again.”

“No way, Gasly,” You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not getting back with you, I’ve done my time.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Pierre sat up, looking at you intently, “A year…just made me reflect on things, I want to try again.”

Smiling sarcastically, you raised a finger and ran up the stairs, grabbing a pillow and screaming through it. He’s absolutely using your thriftiness against you – he knew damn well that you can’t say no, not to him but the tickets.

“Fuck this, I could just book another room away from him,” You muttered, zipping up your suitcase and walking down the stairs, “Just keep your distance from me throughout the cruise.”

Pierre grinned, clapping his hands and grabbing the suitcase from you, “Brilliant decision, Y/N. You’re stuck with me until the 27th.”

Pushing him out the door, you rolled your eyes and locked your house before getting in his car and putting on your seatbelt, “You’re going be to the death of me.”

December 24th. Four days since you were stuck inside a boat – with your ex-boyfriend, who was definitely trying to rekindle the flame between you two.

“So, what do you say…” Pierre trailed off, fixing his hair in the mirror, “We check out that Christmas eve thing?”

Sitting up on the bed, you set your book down and looked at him, “Maybe, maybe not.”

“You know, it’s going to be fun,” He smiled, sitting on the couch, crossing his legs, “You can’t deny that you’re enjoying the cruise.”

“Okay, sure, I won’t lie and I’m definitely enjoying the cruise,” You replied, shrugging, “But rain check on that Christmas eve thing, I’ll catch up if I feel like it.”

Pierre nodded with a smile, grabbing his phone and wallet before exiting the room. Laying back down and staring at the ceiling, your thoughts bounced from ‘Jesus, here we go again with the butterflies.’ to ‘He’s going to hurt you all over again.’

“God damn it,” You exclaimed, sitting up on the bed and running your hands through your hair, “You broke up with him for a reason, Y/N!”

Picking up your phone, you scrolled through your photos – playing mini golf with Pierre, going on the slides despite being scared shitless, beating him at laser tag, and late night arcade adventures.

You couldn’t deny how much fun you’ve had over the span of four days, and you definitely cannot deny the fact that maybe the feelings never really left in the first place.

Running a hand down your face, you shook your head and made a beeline for the bathroom, changing into a blue silk dress and fixing yourself up in the slightest. As you checked yourself one more time in the mirror, you grabbed your phone and hurriedly exiting the room with a few minutes ‘til midnight.

“C’mon, pick up, Pierre,” You muttered through the phone, making your way past people, “Excuse me, sorry!��

Muttering incoherences, you shoved your phone back inside your purse. As Pierre turned around, he could swear he felt the air getting knocked out of his body upon seeing you amidst the crowd. It was as if time slowed down, the only thing that mattered was you.

“Excuse me, pardon me,” Pierre mumbled, pushing past people and calling out to you, “Y/N!”

Turning around, your eyes lit up and smiled, making your way to him, “Pierre!”

Pushing past people, you stumbled in his arms and laughed softly, shaking your head, “I’m not too late, aren’t I?”

“No, of course not,” He chuckled, helping you stand up and putting his hands inside his pockets, “It’s still 5 minutes until Christmas.”

“I’m not talking about that,” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze and laughing nervously, “I mean like…I’m not too late for…us to try again?”

Looking at you with a small smile, Pierre reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, “Never.”

“But, not too fast,” You smiled, looking up at him, “Under one condition, though.”

“Oh, I already know what you’re going to say,” He grinned, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand, “I’ll be better this time around. No more broken promises.”

Laughing, you leaned your head against his chest and mumbled, “Don’t mess up this time.”

“Trust me, Y/N,” He muttered, kissing the top of your head and holding your face in his hands, “I’m never letting you go this time.”

Hearing the people around you greeting each other, you took in a deep breath and looked in Pierre’s eyes as he leaned in to kiss you passionately.

You couldn’t help but smile throughout the kiss, pulling away for a moment to whisper, “Merry Christmas, Pierre.”

Pierre smiled brightly, leaning his forehead against yours, “Merry Christmas, mon ange.”

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🍬 peppermint kisses - toto wolff 🍬

summary: spending christmas eve at a local coffee shop around the area seemed lonely for a stranger passing by you at the window. but maybe, it’s not so lonely when a stranger takes a seat across you.

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Shivering from the cold, you shoved your free hand inside your pocket and held the phone to your ear as your best friend talked your ear off, “You know, you should’ve come with me to a tropical country for Christmas!”

“Oh please, Monaco has been in my bucket list for the longest time,” You replied, “Plus! A sense of independence would be nice.”

“Sure it is, Y/N,” She laughed through the phone, “Who knows if you’re just looking for your dream man over there.”

Rolling your eyes as you carefully crossed the street, you mumbled, “I’ve only been here for two days, I haven’t gone scouting.”

“Then you better go,” Jess exclaimed, laughing softly, “I gotta go now. I’ll see you next year, I love you! Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“I will, and you’re going to see me soft launch him on Instagram,” You lightly teased, “Merry Christmas, Jess. See you, love you!”

As you put your phone back in your bag, you sighed and spotted a cozy little café at the far end of the street, deciding to make a beeline for it.

“Ah, the warmth,” You exhaled, taking off your scarf and walking up to the cashier to order, “Hm, one peppermint mocha hot chocolate and…a pain au chocolat, some macarons please.”

Quickly paying up, you wandered off to the bookshelf that was located across the counter and pulled off a random spine that appealed to you before finding a cozy spot by the café’s window.

Despite the fact that you were spending Christmas eve alone in a place that was absolutely foreign to you, it was pretty fascinating to see the locals. Children running after each other to go off on their little adventures or couples holding hands as they tread down the sidewalk to God knows where.

On the other hand, Toto was walking wherever his feet decided to take him. He didn’t have any plans for the holidays, which led him to wandering off to some place that he’d spend Christmas eve at.

Spotting a café across the street, Toto shrugged and walked towards it, immediately noticing you – a girl slicing her pain au chocolat while reading ‘The Godfather’ on the other hand. Maybe, he did have a plan for the holidays.

As Toto entered the café, he couldn’t help but take a quick glance at you – eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as you took a bite of the French pastry and mouthed the words that you read. He smiled to himself and ordered his usual at other cafés, a black coffee and a croissant.

“Excusez moi mademoiselle,” Toto cleared his throat, putting his hands behind his back, “Est-ce que cette place est occupée?” Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?

“Huh?” You looked up from your book, frowning in confusion, “I’m not French, so…I can’t understand what you just said.”

“Oh, my bad,” Toto chuckled nervously, mentally hitting himself straight on the forehead, “I was wondering if this seat is taken?”

“Uh, not at all actually,” You smiled sheepishly, coming to realization that an attractive man had approached you, “Feel free to do so.”

“Thank you, I couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading,” He smiled, pointing at your book and taking a seat, “A favorite of mine, as well as the film adaptation.”

“Not to burst your bubble but,” You exhaled, setting the book down and shrugging, “I haven’t seen the film.”

Toto blinked a few times from your statement, now feeling a little rusty on how he could make a move on a pretty girl, “You should see it sometime. One of the greatest films ever made, alongside the second one. The third was not so…great.”

“Seeing how passionate you are, I’ll take your word for it,” You grinned, reaching over to hold out your hand, “My name’s Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Toto smiled, promptly shaking your hand and feeling a surge of what teenagers would call ‘sparks’ go through him, “I’m Toto.”

Leaning back against the chair and taking a sip of your hot chocolate, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “So, what brings you here to this café at Christmas eve?”

“Just thought it was beautiful,” He replied with somewhat of a lie, “You? I’m assuming you’re not from Monaco.”

“Yeah, I’m not from around here,” You nodded with a smile, “I wanted to check out the park, but it was chilly, so I opted to warm up with hot chocolate.”

“I can tell, you’ve got something over here,” Toto muttered, reaching over to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb and sitting back, “All good.”

Freezing for a moment, you thanked the universe that the weather could be the reason behind your flushed face right now.

“So, uh, since you’re already here,” You cleared your throat, setting down your empty cup, “Do you maybe…want to welcome Christmas together? Since you’re alone, I’m alone – it’s a win-win, I’m rambling.”

“Sounds great, looks like Santa came in early with my gift,” Toto grinned, stealing a macaron from your plate, “Tell me about yourself.”

With less than an hour until midnight, it was surprising that the two of you have not run out of topics to talk about. You took a bite of the croissant and laughed, “So you’re saying that you’re a hit amongst younger women? Especially on social media?”

“That’s what my friend tells me,” Toto chuckled, raising his hands, “It’s the charm, I’m telling you.”

“Sure, the charm,” You teasingly mocked him with air quotes, “So you’re saying you charmed me? By asking if this seat was taken?”

“To be fair, I was enamored,” He crossed his arms with small smile, “Plus, I am a little rusty if I were to be honest.”

“Don’t flatter me, Toto,” You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes before checking the clock behind him, “You wanna…take a walk to the park? It’s nearly midnight.”

Toto turned around in his chair to check the clock before turning back to you with a smile, standing up, “Let’s go.”

Grabbing your coat, you walked out of the café with Toto walking beside you and exhaled, “It feels like it’s way colder now.”

“It’s not that bad, Y/N,” Toto nudged your shoulder playfully, “I can be your human heater.”

“Oh jeez,” You laughed, punching his shoulder playfully and taking a deep breath before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, “There. You’re hinting at it anyway.”

“Getting bold over there, hm?” He teased, secretly enjoying the fact that a pretty girl was holding his hand, “Is it Christmas now?”

“In about three minutes,” You smiled, standing in the middle of the park’s pathway that was lit up with Christmas lights, “Park’s pretty empty, I guess people are in their homes.”

“Well, that makes this moment a lot better,” He chuckled softly, standing in front of you, “Don’t hate me after midnight?”

Raising an eyebrow, you replied, “Why would I?”

As Toto heard the churches bells ring altogether, he took a deep breath and held your face, leaning in to kiss you passionately as fireworks and cheers erupted around the city. Your heart picked up its pace, wrapping your arms around his neck and doing the ‘foot pop’ as Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries described.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” Toto pulled away with a soft smile, rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks tenderly, “Your lips taste like peppermint.”

“What a way to ruin the moment,” You laughed and leaned your forehead against his chest before looking back up at him with a smile, “Merry Christmas, Toto.”

“Okay, let me un-ruin the moment,” He grinned, pulling you in for another one and holding you by your waist, “One more.”

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💟 first love - mick schumacher 💟

summary: you told yourself that you’ve moved on, zero feelings for the blonde boy that lived next door. what happens when your family invites him over without your knowledge?

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Humming a Christmas tune, you went through your closet, trying to find an outfit for tonight’s little family dinner that your mom insisted on.

“Honey?” Your mother called through the door, softly knocking and peering her head in, “You busy?”

“Just looking for something to wear tonight, mom,” You smiled, turning to her, “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” She smiled, shaking her head, “Could I ask for a favor?”

Nodding in response, you sat on your bed and shrugged, “What is it?”

“Just open the door when someone knocks,” Your mother replied, an unfamiliar tone to her voice, “I’ll be out with your dad and Lucy.”

“Of course, I’ll get ready before then,” You said, standing up and going back to your closet to pick out an outfit, “What to wear…”

It wasn’t long enough when you were all ready, which was a little less than an hour later. Making your way downstairs to the living room, you sat down on the couch and mindlessly scrolled through your phone, waiting for your mother’s guest.

A few minutes later, a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Huffing, you stood up to open the door, only to come face to face with the person you least expected.

Mick stood there with a small smile, holding a wine bottle in his hands, “Uh, hi Y/N.”

“Mick, hi,” You blurted out, blinking a few times and opened the door wider, “Come on in. I can take that from you.”

As you took the bottle from Mick, he put his hands in his pockets and followed you, “So, how…have you been?”

“I’ve been good, I think,” You chuckled nervously, setting the bottle down on the table, “You? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Been busy here and there,” He replied, “I didn’t know you came back from Madrid.”

“Yeah,” You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, handing it over to him, “I just arrived last week.”

“You know, it’s really nice to see you,” Mick took a sip of his water, setting it down on the table and followed you to the patio, “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It was just a year and a half,” You replied, taking a seat across him, “Not that my absence mattered.”

“And it still felt like forever,” Mick looked at you, a soft smile on his face, “You were my best friend growing up, I’m bound to miss you.”

Best friend. You couldn’t help but mentally grimace from the pain that your younger self had to go through from that thought alone – ditching every school dance because you couldn’t care any less if it meant to see him with another girl or listening to him talk about his crush for hours at an end.

Letting out a deep breath, you smiled bitterly at him, “Yeah.”

It wasn’t hard to deny that there was unresolved tension in the air between you, Mick wasn’t an idiot to miss that. He still held himself liable as to why you moved to Madrid, an argument pushing you to do so.

Mick sighed, crossing his arms and avoiding your gaze, “You’re still…mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Of course not,” You laughed, rolling your eyes and turning to look at him with a glare, “Past is past, isn’t it?”

“Out of all the things I could associate with you,” Mick scoffed, looking at you, “A liar isn’t one of them.”

“What do you want me to say?” You raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I’m so mad at you Mick. For all the times that you’ve let me down because you were too busy.”

“I apologized for those times,” Mick grumbled, tapping his foot on the wooden floor, “You know that.”

“Sure, maybe because my events are not as important as yours,” You muttered, leaning back on the seat, “It just fucking sucked that I was there for you every time as a proper best friend should have been.”

Running a hand down his face, he looked at you, “Is that really just the reason?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” You frowned, picking at the loose ends of your skirt, “Just drop it. I don’t even know why my mom invited you over.”

Mick sat in silence, drumming his fingers on his leg and glancing at you every now and then, “I went after you at the airport the day you were going to leave.”

“Mick, just drop it,” You muttered, “Please.”

“I was going to tell you that…” Mick trailed off, taking a deep breath and looking at you, “I was going to tell you that I loved you.”

Feeling your breath hitch, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him in the eye, how could he even say that to you at this time? At a time that you’ve told yourself over and over that you’ve moved on for good?

“I still do,” Mick whispered, looking away from you for a moment, “And I don’t want to cause you any more pain if you don’t feel the same way.”

Anxiously tapping your foot on the floor, you sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “You know the shit that people say? First love never dies kind of crap?”

Mick nodded, unsure of what you were trying to point out, “I’ve heard of it.”

“I moved to Madrid because I was finally done pining after you, when you couldn’t bother to look my way anymore,” You laughed, feeling like a fool and shaking your head, “But then, here you are admitting that you still do. Jesus Christ, I’ve moved on.”

“Have you really?” He retorted, standing up and looking down at you, “Look in my eyes and tell me you’ve moved on, then I’ll drop it.”

Standing up in front of him, you crossed your arms and mumbled, “I’ve moved on.”

Mick raised an eyebrow, cupping a hand to his ear, “Can’t hear you.”

“I fucking hate you,” You grumbled, throwing your hands up in the air, “Fine! I haven’t moved on! There! Are you happy?”

Mick couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you fondly, his heart racing a bit faster than usual, “So…can I court you?”

“Court me?“ You looked at him, incredulously, “What are we? Teenagers?”

“If it means that I’ll get you to say yes,” He shrugged, “Then I’ll court you.”

Mentally scolding yourself, you felt your heart beat faster and your cheeks turning red from Mick changing to be someone better than he used to be towards you.

“I’m certain this was a set-up by my mom,” You said, “But, if you mess up, I could leave as easily as I did back then.”

“So…can I,” Mick trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek, “Kiss you?”

Looking up at him, you blinked a few times and slowly nodded, “Don’t make me regret my decision, Schumacher.”

Mick smiled brightly, nodding as he leaned in to kiss you, whispering, “Oh, I definitely won’t.”

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🏡 coming home - esteban ocon 🏡

summary: the blizzard caused flights across the country to be cancelled, which ended up to be terrible on your boyfriend’s end as he wanted to come home to you for the holidays. would that stop him or are you spending christmas alone?

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Blindly reaching for your ringing phone over on the nightstand, you frowned as you checked the clock. It was nearly 4 in the morning, how did you manage to fall asleep while watching a film?

“You better be calling for a good reason,” You muttered sleepily, not bothering to check the caller ID, “I was asleep.”

“I should drop the call then,” Esteban joked nervously, pacing around the airport, “Sorry to wake you, darling.”

Smiling to yourself, you put the phone on loudspeaker and set it on the pillow, “What’s got you calling at this time?”

“Flights got cancelled, Y/N,” He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Apparently there’s a blizzard.”

If you weren’t awake earlier, you were definitely awake now. You were staring at the ceiling in the dark, feeling your heart drop and a frown forming on your face, “So…you can’t come home?”

Esteban raised a finger to a chauffeur, signaling to give him a moment, “I promise I’m trying to make ends meet, darling. I’m doing everything I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” You mumbled, deadpanned, “I’d rather have you safe than be in danger from coming home for Christmas.”

“Y/N…” Esteban said softly, loading his luggage in the van, “I’ll be home. That’s a promise.”

“Just be careful, I don’t know what plans you have,” You replied, sitting up on the bed, “I’m going to need occasional updates, Esteban.”

Nodding with a chuckle, Esteban replied, “I have to go now, I love you. Go back to sleep.”

“I love you,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “Be safe.”

As the line went silent, you sighed and switched the television to the local news, which definitely did not help the anxieties running through your head about your boyfriend’s safety.

On the other end, Esteban was sitting inside a van alongside a few other people, who wanted to get home for the holidays as much as he wanted to.

An elderly woman turns to him with a small smile, “Got your wife waiting for you back at home, son?”

“Oh, not my wife yet,” Esteban chuckled softly, his heart softening from the thought of you, “Still my girlfriend.”

“Are you planning to propose soon?” She questioned, “I hope you don’t mind me being a chatterbox.”

Nodding in response, Esteban smiled, “Definitely, she’s just…everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Patting the Frenchman’s shoulder, she replied, “Wishing the absolute best for the two of you.”

Esteban expressed his thanks before turning to stare out the window, snow hindering the visibility of the car to be at a normal speed. He fumbled with the charm that had your initial on his bracelet, wanting to hold you in his arms as soon as he can.

Back at home, you were wide awake. Esteban’s call woke you up at nearly 4 am, and you haven’t gotten any sleep since then. It’s nearly the end of the day, the moon starting to show up.

“Hey, love. I haven’t heard from you since the morning,” You said through the phone, twisting the promise ring on your finger, “I hope you’re safe. I just…I really hope you’ll be home soon.”

Sighing as you put the phone down, you set the food that you prepared on the table – despite the possible fact that Esteban not make it in time for you to welcome Christmas together.

Hearing your phone chime, you immediately grabbed it, only to feel disappointed that it wasn’t from Esteban.

Unknown Number: Happy Holidays! Your package with the tracking number of CSEN21HD8 will be attempted to be delivered today.

Upon reading the message, you frowned in confusion, you didn’t order anything that could possibly arrive at a time like this. In fact, you wondered as to whether or not this could be a faulty package.

Before your thoughts could further wander off, a knock on the door cut them off and you walked to see who it was through the peephole.

You opened the door slightly and frowned, mumbling to yourself, “There’s…no one there.”

Esteban peeked from the side and smiled, “You sure about that?”

“You’re home!” You exclaimed, opening the door wider to pull him in the tightest hug, “Oh, I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t respond to any of my voicemails!”

Esteban chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you as he closed the door behind the two of you, “Awful reception, but I’m here now.”

“I’m glad you’re home in one piece,” You pulled away to kiss him on the cheek, dragging him to the dining room, “You must be hungry, do you need me to turn up the heater? You want to change clothes?”

“Darling, calm down, I’m alright,” He smiled, looking at you endearingly, “In fact, I have one thing I need to do.”

Humming as you went over to the switch to turn the heat up, “Yeah, what is- oh my god, Esteban.”

Esteban looked at you with a smile while he was down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hands, “Y/N, darling, I honestly don’t know where to begin. All I know is that you’re my person – and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You had tears in your eyes, looking at your longtime boyfriend in awe, “Esteban…I’m.”

“I gave you that promise ring sitting on your finger right now to signify my never-ending love for you,” He continued on, “And now I want to give you this ring…what I’m trying to say is, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Nodding eagerly, you smiled brightly with a few tears falling down your cheeks, “A million times yes.”

Letting out a deep breath, Esteban stood up and held your hand, carefully slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

You hugged him tightly, resting your chin on his chest with a smile brighter than the stars that sat on the sky, “Merry Christmas, love.”

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🎄⛄️❄️ the set up - alex albon 🎄⛄️❄️

summary: what could have been a better combination than your friends trying to set up a mistletoe during your christmas party and your crush being invited at the same event?

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As the doorbell rang, you excitedly hurried down the stairs and checked yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door to welcome your friends.

“My beloved losers,” You smiled, opening the door wider for them, “So glad you could make it!”

Carlos grinned, taking his coat off and hanging it on the rack with Isa following behind him, “How could we ever miss your party?”

“Great way to destress too,” Daniel chimed in, patting you on the back, “I brought a friend named Johnnie Walker!”

“I already prepared the guest room for anyone who’s going to get knocked out,” You laughed, “Lando didn’t ride with you?”

Upon mentioning his name, Lando pulled his car up on the driveway, peeping his head out from the window and hollered, “Let’s get this party started!”

“Oh Jesus, I bet he’s going to get drunk first,” You laughed, leaning against the doorframe, “Hurry up, Mr. Norris!”

If it was physically possible for your heart to drop to your stomach, it would’ve happened as soon as you saw Alex step out of the passenger seat with a smile on his face upon seeing you.

Lando immediately ran out of the car to catch up with Daniel inside, leaving a sheepish Alex walking up the porch with his hands inside his pockets, “Thanks for the invite, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it, c’mon in,” You smiled softly, closing the door as he entered your house, “It’s nice that everyone’s complete for this year.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me for missing out on last year?” He chuckled, trailing behind you to the living room, “I got my appendicitis surgery!”

Daniel smirked upon seeing the sight of the two of you, smiling like idiots in love. In fact, you were idiots in love – both of you were as naive as a child, not knowing that the things were mutual between you two.

“All of you know my house as well as your own, so just feel at home,” You laughed, grabbing a glass of wine and sitting next to Isa, “How’d you get him to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”

“I told him I’d hide his golf clubs,” Isa grinned, nudging your shoulder softly, “And you? How do you feel about Alex being here?”

Choking on your wine, you coughed and shook your head, “Wonderful. He’s a great friend.”

Daniel poked his head in between the two of you, rolling his eyes playfully and turning to Isa, “She’s a liar, she’s in love with him.”

“Great confirmation!” Isa clapped her hands, setting her glass on the table, “What’s a better time to confess than today?”

“What are you three talking about?” Carlos and Charles chimed in, the latter taking his seat next to you, “Is this an operation Alex and Y/N?”

Groaning, you covered your face and shook your head as you stood up, “I will pretend that I simply do not know you all.”

“Sure, Y/N. You love us,” Daniel smiled mischievously, raising his glass to you, “I’m sure you’ll thank us one day.”

Flipping the Australian off, you headed off to the kitchen to grab some pastries that you left in the oven until a certain someone followed after.

“Uh, Carlos told me you needed help?” Alex chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “With the pastries?”

With your back turned to Alex, you clicked your tongue softly and made a mental note to smack the back of the Spaniard’s head later, “I’m good, don’t worry!”

“So, what’d you bake for us?” He said, casually trying to lengthen your conversation, “I’ve been craving for sweets lately.”

Setting down the tray on the table, you turned to smile at him and replied, “Just plain old festive cupcakes with my special icing.”

“Sounds scrumptious, I want one,” Alex grinned, reaching over to steal a cupcake before having his hand slapped away, “Ow! Y/N, that hurts!”

“Patience is so not in your vocabulary,” You laughed, placing the cupcakes on a plate, “We have to be fair.”

Alex frowned, resting his chin on the palms of his hands and looked at you, “I’m your favorite, aren’t I? Just one cupcake?”

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you ignored it and rolled your eyes playfully and handed the plate over to him, “Carry it to the table then you can have one.”

As a grinning Alex took the plate from you and walked back to the living room, Carlos gasped and pointed at the ceiling, “Look, you guys! A mistletoe!”

You frowned in confusion, stopping in your tracks and looking up at the ceiling, “What mistletoe? I didn’t pu- oh. That wasn’t there earlier.”

“Well, it’s there now!” George grinned, leaning back against the sofa, “Traditions gotta stay as traditions.”

Chuckling nervously, you shook your head and made a beeline to sit beside Isa and leaving a confused Alex standing under it all alone.

“What are you doing?” Isa whispered to you, taking a bite off a cookie, “Daniel and Carlos set it all up!”

You sighed, leaning your head back on the sofa, “Isa, first of all, I’m not forcing a man to do that.”

“As your best friend, I am tired of you complaining you want a love life,” Isa said, putting her hands on your shoulders, “Yet you don’t do anything about it.”

Alex exhaled, sitting down beside you and eating his cupcake, “Great cupcake.”

Carlos looked at you, making sure to make his eyes wider and mouthing, “You idiot, he’s making a move.”

“Of course it is, I baked it,” You forced a smile and turned back to Carlos to mouth and pretend your hand was a knife and sliding it against your throat, “I’ll kill you.”

Lando shivered and called out, closing the door behind him, “Hey, Y/N, you’ve got some mail in your mailbox! I don’t know the passcode so I couldn’t get it.”

Charles scoffed, sipping his wine, “How could you not know her passcode? Everyone knows it.”

“He’s got short-term memory loss,” George teased, earning a punch from Lando, “It’s true! Everyone does!”

“I’m friends with a bunch of children,” You mumbled, getting up and grabbing your coat, “Please don’t burn the house down in the 4 minutes that I’ll be gone.”

Daniel nodded with a salute, making sure to wink at you, “You got it, ma’am.”

Pulling your beanie down on your head, you walked down the porch careful not to slip on the ice and headed off to the mailbox, “Little shit, there’s no mail.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Alex called out, carelessly walking down the pathway and miserably slipping on his bum, “Oh Jesus, I think I felt my pants rip.”

Turning to Alex, you covered your mouth and burst into laughter, “Are you being serious?”

“Yeah, I heard it rip!” Alex laughed, kneeling on the ice and trying to get back up on his feet, “You don’t happen to have spare ones, don’t you?”

“You might need to shimmy into them and get some lube,” You teased, walking over to help him up and dusting the snow off his coat, “Turn around.”

As Alex turned around, you snickered and clicked your tongue, “Well, Mr. Albon…I’ve got some pretty bad news.”

“Don’t even continue,” He waved his hand off with a laugh, covering the hole with his hands, “I should bring an extra pair next time.”

“I mean, who knows if you’ll start a new fashion trend,” You nudged his shoulder, walking back to the house and turning the door knob that did not seem to budge, “Did you lock the door?”

Alex frowned and shook his head, “Why would I? Don’t you have keys?”

“Why would I bring my keys when people are inside my home?” You retorted, banging on the door and shouting, “You idiots, open the door! It’s fucking freezing out here!”

Daniel peeped through the second floor window and grinned, “No can do!”

“I will chop your balls off, Ricciardo,” You glared at him, continuously banging on it, “C’mon, you guys!”

“Y/N, I love you, but,” Isa shrugged, taking her spot next to Daniel, “You have to look up again.”

Resting your forehead on the door, you groaned and flipped them off, “All of you are insufferable. I’m writing a restraining order for next year.”

“To be fair, Y/N,” Alex trailed off, leaning against the pillar of your porch, “I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I’m even glad it’s there.”

“Huh?” You replied in confusion, turning your attention to Alex, “They put you up to this, didn’t they?”

“Ay, díos mio!” Carlos exclaimed before being dragged by his ear and the window being closed, “It’s not always us!”

“No, I mean - I did catch on after the first try and how you threatened to kill Carlos,” He chuckled, looking at you fondly, “Actually, I should thank them after.”

“Thank them?” You mumbled, raising an eyebrow, as Alex walked over to close the gap in between, “What are you…trying to imply?”

Alex leaned in a few inches away from your lips, whispering, “I would really, really like to kiss you.”

Quickly glancing up at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you, your heartbeat started to pick up its pace from the close proximity. You nodded with a small smile, “I would really, really like for you to kiss me too.”

Before Alex could kiss you, Carlos peered his head out the window once more and hollered, “I hear the wedding be- ow, Isa!”

The two of you laughed to yourselves, closing the gap and possibly sharing what could have been the best kiss of your lives by far.

Alex smiled and pulled away, resting his hands on your waist, “So, how’s that for traditions?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him by the collar, “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

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