I Did Not Expect My Pedri Fic To Do So Well 😭❤ I Might Try To Write The Part 2

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THEM 🥹

dreamy boy —pedri

im making a habit of writing the dreams i have😭 so enjoy

"i swear to god if you keep playing quevedo i will literally drop you off in the middle of the road", you said pointing a hand gun to pedri as he laughed.

"you have no taste", he said shaking his head.

"im sick of your questionable music", you said and couldn't help to smile. his music taste was really not that diverse, it was pretty much all reggaeton. and you had been listening to it for three hours.

pedri and his friends from the team had organized a trip to frenkie's country house and you had agreed to meet there. you decided to drive and let him be your co-pilot, but that meant the music choice was part of his duty. and he was terrible at doing it.

"play some taylor swift so you at least comprehend a bit about good music while we arrive to the house", you told him and threw your phone at him. he let out a defeated sigh and played your music.

he was your best friend, your trusted companion, he was the one you told your lame jokes, and he was the one who cheered you up when you felt like giving up. he was the one person you were afraid to lose the most.

you arrived to frenkie's and him and his girlfriend mikky welcomed you, you settled in and waited for the rest of the guys to arrive. gavi and ansu joined next, and ferran with his girlfriend came later on.

the whole group stayed in the porch all afternoon, chatting and having a laugh. everyone was always so friendly, and even though they weren't all here, you could feel that the bond between teammates had grown, and they all had become a family. it was very sweet.

you and pedri were the last to go, everyone had left to cook dinner but you had stayed talking and time had moved too fast, maybe 15 minutes had passed since everyone had left and you realized that and stood up.

you were about to say something about going to help them with dinner, but pedri spoke first, well, it was more like he thought out loud. "i firmly believe i could never get tired of listening to you"

his words hit a very deep spot in you, and suddenly you were feeling too many things at once. you broke the distance and hugged him, maybe this was better than any word that could leave your mouth.

he hugged you tight and your face rested on the crook of his neck, and right there under the lights of the stars, all the butterflies broke loose. his thumb drew back and fourth on your waist. and you knew what all of those emotions were, you understood that weird feeling you had been feeling for a while.

it was simply love. you were in love with your best friend.

"can i do something?", he was lost in your smell, in your embrace, so he was pretty shocked when you asked the question.

he leaned back a bit , "what do you want to do?"

you looked at his pretty brown eyes, and didn't overthink it as you brought your lips together and softly kissed him. your hand found his cheek and you felt his recent beard under your touch. he kissed you back without hesitation, his pulse rocketing.

the moment was ruined by the sound steps. you two broke apart and turned to find mikky with widened eyes and a little smile.

"im sorry i didn't mean to interrump", she said quickly and left.

reality hit you. and you panicked, like really badly. pedri hadn't even understood everything that had happened mere seconds ago, but he had a feeling in his chest that it had been the right thing. he opened his mouth to say something, but you turned on your heels and left to your room.

was that the right thing to do? had you just threw years of friendship down the drain? thousands of questions circled your mind. you stayed on your room for a while, thinking about the feel of his lips on yours, and you kept wondering if that had been the one and only time you would kiss him.

you phone rang and it was a message letting you know dinner was ready. you took a deep breath and got out of your room.

you were thinking dinner would be very awkward but everything was nice. the boys had lighted a little fire on the back of the house and after you had dinner, you sat by the fire to eat some marshmallows.

pedri kept glancing at you, but he was trying to be as discreet as possible. once he saw you were finished eating, he got closer and softly spoke to you, "please help me get more wood", his breath brushed your ear, and you closed your eyes.

"yeah alright", you said. it was only going out to get more wood, nothing else. maybe you two would act like nothing had happened so things would not become weird between you.

you two started walking side by side, in silence. he counted the steps, measuring a good distance between the pair of you and the house full of people. after a couple of minutes he was sure nobody could see you and he couldn't keep it together any longer.

he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, your gaze lifted from the grass to look at him and the second you eyes connected he took his other hand and placed it in the back of your head to bring your lips together.

he let it all, he let that kiss tell all the things that he didn't have the words for. all the times he had looked at you for a minute too long, all the times he had fixed his hair whenever you came to his house to hang out, how he enjoyed your head resting on his shoulder and how he loved to watch you dance around to the sound of your favorite songs. all those little things that deep down he knew would lead to bigger things, but that he was too afraid to discover. he wasn't afraid now, in fact, he was eager to find out what it would mean to be more than friends with you.

he broke the kiss, his eyes still closed, "why did you leave?"

"i panicked", you murmured. "i was feeling too much, and i was scared the kiss would've ruined our friendship"

he ran his thumb on your lower lip in a sweet gesture, "im crazy about you", he smiled.

you were sure your heart had never beaten that fast just like you were sure you were crazy about him too.

you got closer, mere inches away for his lips, "i would say the same if your playlist wasn't so horrible"

"oh shut up", he smiled and he kissed you again, and your hands went to his hair, and his hands went to your waist and it all felt like a dream. and this was a dream that neither of you wanted to wake up from.

Omg can you please write some smut with Lando about the FIA gala??? He looks so hot in that suit and I need something about it🥵😭 Maybe after the gala ended and they’re back to their hotel or they fuck while they’re on the plane back to Monaco.

The FIA (Feral Instincts Arise) Awards | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I knew there would be requests for this the second I saw Lando on that carpet. Bon appétit 😛

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𐙚 summary ──── It's the 2024 FIA Awards, and Lando and his girlfriend can't help but steal a moment of passion, unable to resist the tension built through teasing touches and glances during such a glamorous night.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, established relationship, teasing, mild public intimacy, smut, descriptive language, fingering, bathroom sex, swearing.

𐙚 word count ──── 3.2k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 14, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── I have nothing to say except that I am absolutely devastated that my role model and inspiration, Michèle Mouton has officially retired from her role as FIA Safety Delegate. I love her so much and will forever be grateful for the representation she provided for women in motorsport throughout the years. In other news, at least everybody looked so fucking hot last night.

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IT WAS PURE torture for her to see him up on that stage from the beginning of the evening. She’d sat in the audience, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude for being able to be by his side during this exciting stage of his life — witnessing his hard work, his wins, and his dreams becoming reality. It's more than she ever imagined.

As she watched him, she realized she wasn't just proud of his accomplishments, but thankful to be the one he comes home to, the one who gets to share these moments that will live forever in both of their memories.

Standing up to cheer for him, as Lando’s name was announced for finishing second in the Drivers’ Championship, was a natural reaction. The applause was loud, a mix of respect and so much admiration for her determined racer boy who had fought tooth and nail all season.

McLaren’s triumph in the Constructors’ Championship only added to the celebration, the team beaming as they ascended the stage to accept their award.

While the room celebrated them, all she could think about was him — her man, standing under the spotlights, looking impossibly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit and crisp white shirt. He looked perfect, from his styled curls to his sharp jawline and sweet, nervous smile. She felt very conflicted, overwhelmed with pride and love, yet squirming with a different kind of heat every time he looked for her in the audience. The way his dimple appeared when he smiled, the casual confidence in his voice as he gave his speech, and the glint of determination in his eyes as he thanked the team for having faith in him — every bit of it was intoxicating.

Now, at the dinner table, the atmosphere has shifted.

Glasses of champagne catch the glow, sparkling like liquid gold, as conversations hum softly among the elite of the motorsport world.

Lando sits beside her, relaxed in a way only he can manage after such a long, eventful evening. His suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. He holds a champagne flute in one hand, the other resting lazily on her thigh beneath the table.

She can feel the warmth of his palm on her skin, his fingers flexing ever so slightly. It’s a casual touch — he’s sipping champagne, laughing at something Oscar just said — but the effect it has on her is anything but relaxed. Her heart races every time his thumb brushes against her soft skin, slow and intentional, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

Her own glass of champagne sits untouched in front of her, her attention split between the conversation around them and the heat blooming under Lando’s hand. She tries to pay attention, nodding along while Andrea talks about some funny incident that happened in the garage during the last race of the season. But her thoughts keep drifting back to him.

She glances over at Lando, her breath catching at how effortlessly handsome he is, now that he’s more relaxed and in his element. The golden light softens the sharp lines of his face, making him look almost ethereal. But it’s the dimpled smirk that forms as he catches her staring that sends a shiver down her spine.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” asks Lando, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Positive. I'm just incredibly proud of you, that's all.”

His smirk widens, his thumb stroking her thigh with more purpose now. “You’ve said that already,” Lando murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath brushes her ear. “But keep going. I like hearing it,” he adds, pressing his lips to her cheek.

She smiles, looking away, determined not to let him fluster her further.

However, Lando has other plans. His fingers trace unhurried patterns on her inner thigh, edging closer to the hem of her dress. The movement is subtle — nobody at the table would notice — but to her, it feels like her skin is burning. Her breathing gets heavier, and she shifts in her seat instinctively, her legs parting just enough under the table to grant him more access.

“My good girl,” whispers Lando, smiling against her cheek, then turning his attention back to the conversation.

Her heart skips at the quiet praise, and she shoots him a quick, warning glance, her eyes wide with panic.

Lando looks completely unbothered, taking part of the dialogue like he’s the epitome of innocence. The slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips tells a very different story, though. A secret one, that only they know about.

“Stop it,” she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice so low that it’s practically a breath.

Obviously, he doesn’t. If anything, her quiet protest seems to spur him on. The pads of his fingers creep higher, brushing dangerously close to the heat between her legs. She grips the stem of her champagne flute tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to take her first sip of alcohol of the night — at least then she'll have something to blame if anyone asks her why she got so flustered all of a sudden.

“Lando,” she warns, her voice soft but firm.

“Hm?” he hums, his expression completely neutral as he keeps his attention to Oscar, who’s recounting his Turn 1 incident from Abu Dhabi.

She bites her lip, willing herself not to squirm in her seat. She almost can not believe how shameless Lando is, then she remembers all the times he tested her patience when they were in public. At that, her free hand drops to her lap, fingers wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to still his movements. He doesn’t pull away, but he also still doesn’t stop. Instead, his thumb presses a little harder, a constant reminder of his presence.

“You’re squirming, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “People are going to notice.”

“Then stop,” she repeats quietly, her tone sharp enough to earn a quick, curious glance from Andrea, who's sitting across from her. She ends up forcing a small smile, nodding, then turning back to Lando.

He chuckles under his breath, leaning in just slightly so his words are for her ears alone. “But we’re having so much fun,” he teases.

Her body betrays her as heat pools low in her belly, and she can’t stop herself from shifting again, her legs spreading a fraction wider. Lando takes full advantage of the movement, his fingers grazing higher until they’re just shy of where she needs him most. She glares at him, her eyes filled with need and her cheeks burning when his fingers slide easily over her lace panties, pressing harder on her warmth. As a response, her body jerks, and she barely suppresses a gasp, her nails digging into his wrist.

“I hate you,” she mutters under her breath, her voice shaky.

His grin returns, and he tilts his head, finally looking at her again. His gaze is dark, heated, and he looks entirely pleased with himself. “No, you don’t,” says Lando, so sure of himself.

It’s a miracle she doesn’t combust on the spot.

Because he's right — she doesn't hate him, she hates the fact that they're in public and she's incredibly turned on, but there's nothing she can do about it.

Finally, she can breathe normally when he withdraws his hand from between her legs, just as casually as he’d started. Her body is still buzzing with the lingering traces of his touch as she places her hand lightly on Lando’s shoulder. Slowly, she rises from her seat, her fingers squeezing just enough to send him a silent message only he’d understand.

At that, Lando’s heart stutters for a beat, his mouth suddenly dry as he watches her glide gracefully toward the bathrooms. The way her dress hugs her curves doesn’t help the growing situation in his pants — it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him, a small punishment for what just happened between them. He tries to act like he's not affected, emptying his glass of champagne while his eyes turn back to the table, but his focus is scattered.

His hand still tingles from touching her under the table, and now he’s left to deal with the knowledge that his teasing had gotten to her.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Minutes tick by, though they feel like an eternity.

Lando finds himself forcing a laugh at something Oscar says, remembering how impossibly talkative his teammate gets when he has a few drinks on board. He shifts in his seat, trying to mask his growing anticipation, but she’s all he can think about. His fingers drum against his empty glass, the weight of the moment making it almost impossible to sit still.

Then, his phone buzzes inside his pocket, her name lighting up the screen.

He doesn’t need to answer to know it’s just a diversion, and she’s not waiting for a conversation, either — she’s just giving him an out.

Lando clears his throat, “Sorry, I have to take this,” he says, giving the table an apologetic smile, as he pushes back his chair and making his way out of the dining area with purpose.

His heart pounds in his chest as he walks toward the bathroom, careful not to seem too rushed, but acutely aware of the tension building inside his body with each step he takes.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is quieter, lined with soft, ambient lighting and artwork that screams understated luxury. He takes a turn, his steps slowing as he spots her standing in front of the mirror inside the women's restroom. The space itself is elegant, all marble countertops and gold fixtures, with sleek stalls and huge mirrors.

She’s touching up her lipstick, her purse resting next to her, the subtle curve of her smile betraying the fact that she knows he’s behind her. Lando approaches slowly, his footsteps soft against the polished tile. When he’s close enough, his hands settle on her waist, his touch firm yet familiar as he pulls her closer.

“There you are,” he says, his voice low and full of heat. “Worried about your makeup when it’s just going to smudge off you anyway?”

Her smile turns into a smirk as she meets his gaze in the mirror. “God, you’re the worst,” she teases, her tone light but laced with something more intimate.

Lando chuckles while she turns in his arms. Her hands slide up his chest, her touch lingering as she looks up at him, her eyes dark with intent.

“Are you sure it can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?” asks Lando, even though he already knows the answer, because he knows the look she has painted all over her face very well.

Her lips brush against his cheek in a warm, lingering kiss before her breath tickles his ear. “Baby, that's hours away.”

She intertwines her fingers with his, and leads him to one of the stalls at the end of the bathroom. The space is just as luxurious as the rest of the venue — tall wooden doors that reach from ceiling to floor, polished brass locks, and a sense of privacy that makes it feel more like a secluded room than a bathroom stall. As soon as they step inside, the door locks with a soft click, and every ounce of restraint disappears.

Lando’s lips are on hers instantly, hot and demanding, his hands already traveling to the hem of her dress. There’s no time to waste, with all those people back at the table who could realize at any moment that it is no coincidence that they are both missing at the same time.

His hands slide up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until he reaches the thin band of her panties. His fingers slip beneath the lace, tugging them down in one swift motion before his hand returns, sliding between her legs and finding her completely soaked.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead resting against hers as his fingers dip into her heat. “All this from a bit of touching?”

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh as she clutches his shirt. “No,” she whispers, “All this from watching you on that stage, sitting next to you the entire night, seeing how people were cheering for you — and then from a bit of touching.”

A cocky smirk tugs at Lando’s lips. “That so?” he asks, pressing a finger into her, his pace measured as he stretches her slowly.

She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. A second finger joins the first, curling inside her as his thumb circles her clit, making her see stars.

Her hands, trembling with anticipation, move to his belt, fumbling for a moment before she pushes his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. Her touch is soft at first, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, making his jaw clench.

She looks up at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she echoes his earlier words. “All this from touching me under the table?”

“Shut up,” he growls, grabbing her thigh and hitching it around his hip. His cock presses against her entrance, teasing her as he slides the tip through her slick folds.

“You shut up, and fuck me already,” she says, her voice thick with desire.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, both of them gasping at the full sensation. The stretch is so sweet and perfect, and he pauses for just a moment, letting her adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time. Her back presses against the door, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of his body as he sets a relentless pace, in and out of her tight pussy. His hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider for him as he drives into her, each movement hungrier than the previous.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Lando groans, his lips brushing against her ear. “Perfectly thight around me, baby. Always so sweet and eager, aren’t you?”

She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he angles his hips, hitting a spot that has her biting back a cry. “Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky and full of need, while trying to mimic his rapid movements.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his voice rough as his fingers dig into her hips. “Let them hear you, baby. Let everybody know how well you take my cock.”

Her head falls on his shoulder as he thrusts deeper, harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. The tension coils tighter and tighter in her belly, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge.

“Lando, fuck,” she moans wetly into his shoulder, feeling her pussy clenching around his length. “Shit, baby. Yes, don’t stop.”

As he buries himself so deep inside her, Lando realizes that's what he wants to do for the rest of the evening — the rest of his life, as a matter of fact. His lips part as he feels her walls twitching around him, making him — if that's even possible — even harder for her. His breaths come out in spasms, letting out a small cry of pleasure as his chest crashes against hers violently.

Sensing that she’s so close, Lando’s hand ends up slipping between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

“Are you—oh, fuck,” she tries to speak, but all her thoughts are focused on how good he makes her feel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando assures her, “Right behind you, love.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before she shatters around him, her walls clenching hard as her orgasm washes over her. Her moans are muffled against his neck as he continues to fuck her through her release, chasing his own high. His movements grow erratic, sloppier, his grip on her tightening as he finally lets go, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, they can’t hear anything else except the soft whir of ventilation and their labored breathing. Their bodies stay pressed tightly together as the echoes of their pleasure lingers in the small space.

Her chest heaves against his as she exhales shakily, her lips brushing his neck, then up his jaw in a silent thank you.

Lando smiles, slowly pulling out of her, his cock still hard and sensitive from his release. She shudders at the sudden emptiness, but before she can speak, his hand slips between her thighs again. His fingers slide inside, pushing some of his cum and their mingled release back into her.

“Lando,” she gasps, her body clenching instinctively around his fingers.

His breath falls hot against her skin. “Gotta make sure you feel it all night.”

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she bites her lip, torn between glaring at him and melting into his touch. He strokes her lazily, savoring the way her body responds to him even now.

“Insane behavior, Norris,” she exhales sharply, finally looking up at him.

“My brand,” he smirks back at her. “But what about you, hm?” he asks, his tone soft, but teasing as his eyes rake over her wrecked expression. “Going back knowing you’re filled up so good?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but the heat in her gaze betrays her. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love it,” he quips, fixing a strand of her hair and then kissing her deeply one last time.

She smiles against his lips, brushing her thumb over his mouth to wipe away the faint smudge of her lipstick. Then, leaning up, she presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Don’t take too long, champ.”

With that, she exits the stall, glancing once in the mirror to make sure she looks composed, and collecting her purse before heading back to the table.

When she returns to her seat, the conversation flows just as before, no one paying much attention to her absence beyond a polite glance. Her heart pounds in her chest, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Lando still fresh in her mind as she settles into her chair. She picks up her glass of champagne, finishing it in one go, her hands steady despite the warmth still coursing through her body — and the wetness between her legs.

A few minutes later, Lando comes back, his phone pressed to his ear as he pretends to be mid-conversation. His expression is casual, his voice light as he murmurs something unintelligible before slipping his phone back into his pocket and taking his seat.

But as soon as he sits down, Oscar’s eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Lando catches the look, frowning slightly as he tilts his head. “What?” he asks silently, his expression confused.

Oscar doesn’t answer, instead he points directly at Lando’s bowtie, which is noticeably crooked.

Lando’s eyes widen as he glances down, and straightens it as casually as he can, his cheeks turning faintly pink.

“It's windy outside,” Lando mutters under his breath, low enough that only Oscar can hear.

His teammate just grins knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, mate.”

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Dreams and adventures by the sea | Charles Leclerc

Hello, this is the first time I write here and I like the idea of making several stories! English is not my first language so there are some translation errors I would like to know!

Synopsis: Where you and Charles are fully enjoying the summer break with your little girl and you discover a recurring dream that he has.

Warning: None, just a little Charles fluff and Charles!dad/family man. I hope you like it <3

Sunbeams dance on the turquoise water, palm trees sway gently in the breeze. Charles Leclerc, tanned and carefree, chases a giggling Mollie along the shore. Her tiny pink swimsuit with flamingos glistens in the sun's rays as she squeals with delight and her tiny footprints disappear into the sand as the two year old girl scampers.

"Catch me, Mollie-mouse! Catch Papa!" He said as he chased after Mollie.

"Dada! Dada!" She shouted with joy in her voice.

Charles scoops her up, spinning her in the air, the sea shimmering behind them. She throws her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder while she giggled.

"Careful, you two! Don't turn into sandcastles before lunchtime!" You called to them from under a beach umbrella as you smiled.

Charles grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Just practicing our pit stops, amore. We have to be ready for next season."

He plops down beside you on the sand, Mollie wriggling between you like a happy starfish. You carefully brush sand off her damp hair, her tiny fingers clutching at your necklace.

"This is the life, isn't it? No deadlines, no cameras, just family and sunshine." You said with a bright smile on your face, it had been a long time since you two had been so relaxed with your favorite people in the whole world.

"Except maybe less sand in the sandwiches, hmm?" He said while nuzzling your neck.

He winks, then reaches for a mango smoothie. You roll your eyes, but the corners of your lips rise. He's never learned to apply sunscreen, and his olive skin is already freckled with a toasty glow, but he still looks cute, as always.

"You look like a tomato patch, Charles. Don't you ever learn?" You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

"Sun's my natural fuel, amore. Makes me look like a Ferrari on the track, don't you think?" He said while shrugging his shoulders.

Mollie reaches for your smoothie, her tiny hand leaving a sticky trail. You laugh, handing her a small sip of your smoothie.

"Just don't blame me when you're peeling like a banana tomorrow."

"Wouldn't trade this sunburn for anything, not even a podium finish." He said with a smile, probably the most sincere smile you've ever seen.

He pulls you close, your skin cool against his heat. Mollie snuggles between you, her eyelids heavy with the sun and the sea. You watch the waves roll in, the sound like a lullaby.

"This is the best kind of winning, isn't it? Just being here, with you, with her."

"The only trophy I need." He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He rests his head on your shoulder, and you close your eyes, breathing in the salty air, the warmth of the sun, the tiny, rhythmic pulse of your daughter's heart against your chest. In this moment, the world shrinks to just this small patch of paradise, a bubble of love and laughter, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Back on the yacht, the sun dips lower, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and pink. Mollie, tired from her beach adventures, yawns and snuggles into Charles' arms. He bounces her gently, singing a soft lullaby that sends shivers down your spine.

"She's out like a light. All that beach air must be exhausting." You smiled as you looked at them.

"Don't worry, amore. We'll have plenty of time for adventures tomorrow. Tonight, it's just you and me." He said in a low voice so as not to wake her.

He winks, his eyes glinting with a familiar spark. You laugh, your heart skipping a beat each time he winks at you.

"And don't think about asking me to help with sunscreen again. You're on your own, tomato boy." You said jokingly.

"Hey! I resemble that remark. Besides, your touch is like magic SPF, amore. Keeps my skin smooth and my engine purring." He pretended to be offended by your words, but then he giggled like a teenage boy.

He pulls you close, your lips meeting in a kiss as sweet as the mango smoothie. The fire crackles on the deck, its warm glow illuminating your faces. The ocean laps against the hull, a gentle rhythm that lulls you into a world of your own.

"I love this, Charles. Just being here, with you and Mollie, although she is asleep, on the open sea. It feels like we're the only two people in the world." Did you whisper delicately.

"We are, chérie. We definitely are." He kissed your forehead with such care.

He leans back, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of water. He usually has a vacant look when he is very lost in thought or when he is thinking about something quite deep.

"You know, sometimes I dream about what it would be like to leave all this behind. The racing, the pressure, the fame..." he let out a soft sigh "You know, spending my days with you two without worrying if you're okay while I'm on the other side of the world."

"And become a beach bum? I'm not sure Mollie would appreciate the sand in her toys." You raised an eyebrow as you spoke and giggled slightly.

"No, no, darling, something simpler, you know sweetie... Just a small house by the sea, maybe a little vineyard...a family to raise. I know we've talked about this before, but I'd like to experience that quiet life with you." He said chuckling.

You have had this conversation a couple of times, especially the time you got pregnant, at that time you were 23 and he was 24 and you both had no idea what to do, you were very afraid. He at that time proposed the idea of leaving his racing career behind and focusing purely on you and Mollie, you obviously told him no, since one of his dreams was always, apart from having a family of his own, was to be a racing driver and leave a mark on the sport. You, for your part, when you told your parents that you were expecting Charles's baby, it was perhaps the worst thing you would have said to them, They did not take the news kindly and even told you to abort the baby, but obviously, that was not in your plans, you also wanted a family with Charles, he was always the ideal person for you. Since that exchange of opinions between your parents and you, they never spoke to you again and you did the same and honestly, it was better that way for you and your family.

Now looking back, you didn't regret that decision, on the contrary, you were grateful that it was like that since you knew how judgmental your parents are and how much they criticized you for the slightest, Charles could also experience that the times he went to visit you at your parents' house, they were not very nice to him, it doesn't matter if you had been dating for a long time.

He looks at you, his eyes full of longing. You reach out, tracing the lines of his pretty sun-kissed face. He gives you a small smile, the cutest thing you've ever seen, of course... Aside from your little Mollie.

"We already have that, Charles. We have everything we need my baby."

"Everything except maybe a little more time. Maybe a little less asphalt and a little more sand." He said as he pulled you closer to him.

He kisses you again, this time a slow, burning kiss that speaks volumes of unspoken dreams and shared desires. In that moment, you see a glimpse of the man behind the racing helmet, the boy who yearns for simple things, for a life built on love and laughter. The boy you fell in love with since you were 18 and the one who ensures the safety of his girls.

"Maybe you're right, Charles. Maybe next season, we'll find a different kind of track to conquer. One that leads us back to this very spot, with the sun on our skin and the sea in our hearts." You smiled at him.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a promise of forever. You know, deep down, that this is just the beginning. The open sea is not just a backdrop, it's a symbol of endless possibilities, a life waiting to be written, together as a family.

And as the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, you raise your glass to the future, a future painted with the colors of love, laughter, and the endless horizon.

"i don't know how much you like each other but kimi and myself, we get along."

My roman empire: seb calling brocedes out on their bullshit drama. Seb, you little menace.

Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol

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note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.

I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.

“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.

“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.

“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.

“Closer than you are!”

“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.

“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”

“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”

“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.

I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.

“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”

“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.

“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”

“Who is coming from MP?”

“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.

“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.

“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.

“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.

“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.

I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.

There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.

It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.

His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.

With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.

The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.

The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.

Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.

“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.

I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.

Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”

“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.

“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.

“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”

He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.

“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.

“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.

“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”

“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.

“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.

“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“One?”

“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”

“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”

“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”

“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”

“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.

“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.

“Felipe…” I breathe out.

“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”

“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”

And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.

“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.

max and the three musketeers | max verstappen smau [ part 2 ]

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bright boy – mick schumacher.

summary: oneshot where y/n is sebastian's daughter and mick's best friend. and you and mick are in love with each other but still haven't said anything about it.

all fluff <3 this one is for @esserenorris

also i made stroll an asshole in this so sorry for that ig🤪

"and mick schumacher crosses the line securing p6 for haas"

you started to jump up and down, shouting for mick, but you stopped abruptly when the entire aston martin garage turned to look at you with judgy eyes.

yup it definitely was not the right thing to do nor the right place to be giving the fact that both aston martin were out of the points in this race. stroll finishing p17 and your dad finishing p13. you calmed down, trying to hide the big smile from your face as you removed your headphones and quietly made your way out of the garage, heading straight to mick's.

when you entered, you quickly said hello to a few friends from the haas team, all wearing big smiles. although you couldn't show it as much as you wanted (because your dad drove for another team) you had always loved haas. they were a relatively small crew and because of this everyone was close to each other, it felt like a family. and because you spent so much time with mick, you were familiar with most of the people who worked there, and they were always very friendly to you.

you spotted mick talking to his engineer in the pit lane and you waited until he was back to talk to him. his eyes lighted up when he saw you, he quickly opened up his arms and you ran to him hugging him by the neck. his strong arms wrapped around you tightly, he couldn't resist to pick you up. you both starting to laugh, all the happiness and the pride making a mess in your stomach.

words weren't enough to describe how happy you were for this boy. you two had been close friends for many years and you had been there for him at every step before he had joined formula 1. he was a brilliant driver and it was so amazing to see him succeed.

he let you down, releasing you from the hug. you were quick to speak as you knew he had somewhere to be and your dad was probably getting out of his car right at this moment. "amazing drive out there, micky" you said looking into his blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen in your 20 years of life. "i'm incredibly proud of you"

he quickly brought his hands to his face, still processing the fact that he had scored points again. but most importantly, taking in your words. he dropped his hands to his side, his smile bigger than ever. he got lost in your beauty, in your presence. he knew you had sneaked out of the aston garage to be there for him, even though your dad had warned you not to. "it means the world to me, thank you y/n" you mean the world to me. that's what he wanted to say, but luckily he didn't get lost in the rush of this moment and let out some sort of love confession. he quickly hugged you again as he said goodbye, cursing the fact that he had to leave you to go with the press. god you drove him mad.

you said goodbye and watched him go as you stood there, smiling and giggling like an idiot until you remembered that you had to run back to the garage to see your dad.

he caught you entering the garage and raised an eyebrow, he too was leaving to go do the post-race interviews. you rapidly gave him a hug. "i was in the bathroom", you said you guilty eyes giving you away.

"yeah try to convince them about that", your dad reply with a chuckle. sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew his daughter and he was 100% sure were you had gone. these two will be the end of me. the truth was, he had no problem with your friendship with mick –as you well knew– but the aston martin team had talked to sebastian complaining about how bad it looked that their driver's daughter was the #1 haas fan. so he had asked you to stay low and not be so openly enthusiastic about your love for mick for a bit, until the team had calmed. but of course you hadn't listened. you and mick hadn't left each other's side for years, this time would not be any different. he couldn't resist the little smile that formed on his lips. you two shared a confidential look and he exited the garage.

you spotted stroll talking to one of the engineers and you two exchanged glances. you decided you needed to do something to clean up the little mess you did today so you approached him with a fake smile that you were hoping would look honest enough. "a shame the car is still not 100% performing. i hope we do better next week"

"thanks beautiful, yeah i hope so too", he winked at you. "i also hope schumacher doesn't get in the way again. he was driving like a mad man and the car was definitely not the same after our inconvenience in the track at the start of the race", he said and then left. god you couldn't stand that guy. mick was just doing his job and stroll was actually the one who didn't give him enough space. but you knew very well lance would never admit that he had made a mistake.

you went to the press area to see the drivers, hoping to see mick, already missing him and wanting to talk to him again. butterflies made their way into your stomach when you found him a few meters away from you, laughing at the interviewer. he was glowing today. well, he was always glowing, but today he was as bright as the sun.

"the last few races have ignited something in him", you heard gina's voice and you turned to your side, not really knowing when she had arrived. you had been to busy staring at her brother. "he's getting his confidence back."

"he is", you said with a smile. "and i know having you and cori here with him in the last two races means everything to him." family was the most important thing in the world for mick. that's one of the many things you loved about him.

"i'm sure you being here is also important to him", gina said looking at you. she–as well as pretty much everyone– could see how much you two loved each other and was rooting for you to confess your feelings. she couldn't believe how it hadn't happened yet, but she also knew that mick was a perfectionist and he was probably waiting for the perfect moment. but c'mon now these two have been breathing for each other for so long it's about time they finally get together. "you're very special to him you know."

what you didn't know was how it was possible to feel so much love for a person. you had been in love with mick schumacher ever since you made fun of his bad taste in haircuts back when you were younger. he was your best friend, your person, the one you told everything and the one who always was there for you no matter what. but the truth was that you didn't fully know if he felt the same way. you two had had years knowing each other and although he had never expressed any romantic feelings towards any other person, he also had never expressed he was in love with you either. and so that little doubt always made you think twice about telling him about your feelings. because if you were wrong and he was in fact not in love with you and the whole friendship broke, you would never ever recover. "yeah and he is special for me as well" so very special.

.

you came back back to the garage after agreeing with mick to meet here after the usual team meeting that happened after every race. you were sat and you were checking your phone when you heard footsteps. you looked up expecting to see mick. but it was not him.

it was stroll.

"hey i was expecting to see you here", he said without his normal cocky smile. you said hey back, weirded out by the fact that he for some reason wanted to see you.

"father told me you had a little love display in the haas garage. again", he said as he took a few steps closer to you. you leaned back, realizing that if he came any closer he would have you trapped against the wall. you were not afraid of lance, but you also didn't want to put on a show because at the end of the day he was the boss' son, and he was in charge.

"i quickly said congrats to mick. i will try to do it privately next time. so your father doesn't get upset again", you said practically spiting the words. it was so stupid that you were doing this, but you knew your father would appreciate you not getting into a fight. you were a vettel after all, and he knew you didn't like to take shit from anybody.

"he would like that, yes", he said getting a bit more closer to you, making your blood boil. "i would like that too"

who did he think he was cornering you like an animal? "and i would like for you to take a few steps back" you said looking at his eyes, refusing to show him any sort of fear, knowing all he wanted to do was intimidate you for the solely purpose to prove that he was able to do it.

"yeah back off mate", said that voice you were so used to. lance slowly turned his head to look at mick, still staying in the same place. you looked at mick too, his jaw clenched. great. if these two get to it my dad will kill me.

"look who it is!", said stroll, that infamous smile returning to his lips. "the mad man of the track."

"i don't see you taking the few steps back", mick said signaling with his head for lance to back off.

"it's getting late. let's go mick", you said trying to shift the focus of the conversation you stood up pushing lance a bit and grabbed your bag. mick came closer to the two of you and put his hand on your lower back. as you two starting walking away from stroll, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"i'm not finished talking to you", lance said, pulling you away from mick's side.

mick quickly turned, cheeks red as he was very angry. he put a finger on lance's chest, looking him straight in the eyes. "don't", he said.

lance slowly looked at the finger mick had pointing at him, and he threw it aside. "i just want to talk to her."

"let her go", mick said, losing the remaining patience he had left. mick was not a violent person, but he couldn't stand stoll touching you. specially after he knew that dickhead wanted to fuck you, like he had heard him say a while back.

"we'll talk later, lance. we have somewhere to go", you said and stroll dropped his grip on your wrist. without wasting a second you grabbed mick's hand and left the aston martin garage. you two walked quietly in silence, then realizing you were holding hands. you were about to let mick's hand go but then he gently squeezed it and his grip tightened.

you got so lost for a second in the feeling of his palm against yours, that you forgot about the whole incident that had just happened.

"i was so close to punch him i can't believe it", mick said looking at you. you let out a nervous laugh, and also did he.

"as much as i would have liked it, imagine the mess that could make", you said. you two finally reached mick's car, you dropped his hand and got inside.

"i know but if he dares to put a hand on you again i'll seriously punch him", mick said completely sure about it.

"no punching, rocky. it'll be okay. he was just being a bitch because of the whole i-can't-look-like-a-haas-fan situation"

"ugh. i can't wait for sebastian to switch team next year."

"yeah tell me about it."

.

a week passed. and there was a lot on mick's mind. but there was one that he couldn't escape from. you.

the whole incident with stroll had left mick thinking about how much he disliked stroll, but most importantly about how much he disliked the idea of a guy who liked you being near you. mick wanted the perfect occasion to confess his feelings for you. feelings he couldn't hide anymore. he was utterly mesmerized by you, and he'd be damned if he waited too long and he lost his chance with you. he'd do it soon. he was done being scared of losing his friendship with you. he needed to tell you everything.

it was the austrian gp and haas was looking stronger than ever. after magnificent qualifying yesterday, mick would be starting from p6. the race was about to begin and you were praying to every God out there that it would be a good and safe race. after 57 laps hamilton and verstappen crashed ending in a dnf for both mercedes and red bull, moving leclerc to first place, norris to second and sainz to third, mick behind him in p4. if this continued like this, this would be the best result for mick in his formula 1 career and you wanted to throw up from all the excitement. there were 9 laps to go when suddenly sainz's car started to go slower and slower until it was confirmed that he would have retire the car due to an engine failure.

you almost lost your mind as you sprinted out of the aston martin garage without a shadow of a doubt. as soon as you entered the haas garage they gave you a pair of headphones to listen to the race. you went to gina and cori and the three of you held hands as you watched the race with your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest. mick passed the chequered flag as the three of you hugged, sharing tears, screams and joy. you went to talk to mick on the radio, waiting for güenther to congratulate mick on that p3.

"P3 MICK ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! THIS IS THE BEST DAY WE COULD'VE HAD WE ARE VERY PROUD OF YOU. ENJOY IT" , güenther said, tears in his eyes. you took a moment to look around at the whole garage with tears in their eyes and the biggest smiles. the love everyone had for your best friend never failed to amaze you. you would certainly remember this day forever. you turned to hear what gina was saying to mick when you caught your name.

"is y/n there? oh my god tell her this one's for her as well", mick said, you thought you might die as you heard the words. gina signaled you to speak to him and you did it.

"i'm here micky. i couldn't be prouder. enjoy it. you deserve this so so much." you couldn't believe this was happening and it was unbelievable that you could even muster words. tears were falling down your cheeks.

"das ist für gina, mama, papa und für dich" (this is for gina, mom, dad and for you) "P3 BABY LET'S FUCKING GO!"

all the team went to celebrate with him, as you waited all three cars to get to their positions. he got out of the car, standing on it he threw a kiss at the sky. he got off the car and ran to his team, hugging them all. the happiness so visible in him that you wanted to start crying again. and then it all happened at once.

you locked eyes with him, and he removed his helmet looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world right now. you were a bit behind the little fence that separated the team from him, but everyone seemed to watch the two of you getting lost in each other's sight and it was like everyone took a step back, leaving you a little path to walk to him. you ran to him and as you got closer he cupped your face with both of his gloved hands and joined your lips together,  your hands going to the back of his neck. the kiss was like a hurricane, like everything in the world was spinning but you two held the other steady. it was passionate, it was a kiss that you two craved and had craved for years. you two forgot about everyone for a moment, and it was only you and him and your lips on his.

the kiss ended and his gloved hands never left your face when he said "i am absolutely in love with you. and i can't believe i waited so long to finally tell you. you're my one and only and i- i just love you so much"

your heart was definitely about to get out of you chest as you gave him a quick peck on the lips and finally said the words you too had waited too long to say "i'm crazy for you, mick schumacher, more than words can explain", you said, both of you smiling. he gave you a kiss in the forehead and then left to meet the other two drivers of the podium.

as you watched him get away reality hit you. you had kissed micky. your boy. he was also crazy about you. and thousands of people had just witnessed your first kiss with who you felt was the love of you life. oh my god my dad probably watched that.

little did you know sebastian had watched it, and couldn't be happier for the two of you. firmly believing his daughter couldn't be in better hands than mick. his talented, gentle and sweet boy. he would risk it all of the two of you and he couldn't erase the smile off his face.

most drivers approached mick to congratulate him. making you even prouder to see how everyone loved and appreciated him. the podium was very emotional, you shared tears again with pretty much everyone, and mick waved at you from up there, spraying champagne all over the crew. god he looked like a dream up there all wet in champagne, the biggest smile on his face.

"finally mate!", charles patted mick on the back as they were exiting the podium.

"yeah i feel like i'm dreaming", mick said. and he meant it. not only the podium finish clouding his mind but also the kiss you two had shared, replaying in his head over and over again. they said goodbye and as he was leaving for the haas trailer sebastian approached him. oh god. mick had a lovely relationship with the four time world champion, they had shared beautiful moments together but then it hit him that it hadn't been exactly perfect to kiss his daughter like that in front of so many people. mick opened his mouth to start speaking but he didn't have a chance as sebastian embraced him in a big hug, tears forming in vettel's eyes.

"i'm so incredibly proud of you, my boy. just like i know he is as well", seb said with a big smile on his face. "the first podium of many! let's just hope you don't kiss the face off my daughter every time you get one", he raised his eyebrows. mick's cheeks heated as he heard the words.

"yeah about that... i know it was not ideal to put on a love display like that but i couldn't help it, seb. i love her. i truly do. i've loved her for years. and i swear i will do everything in my power to keep her safe and give her all the love and respect she deserves." he said meaning every word.

"i couldn't trust anyone else more to be with y/n, you're a great young man mick. everyone in the family appreciates you deeply."

"it means a lot to me, seb." mick's respect for the man in front of him was indescribable, and he held his words close to his heart.

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you were resting on the side of mick's car waiting for him. he agreed to see you there. you saw him walking towards you, you smiled at him, thinking of how breathtaking he was.

"hey you", he said when he finally got to the car.

"hello mr p3", you joked.

"let's get out of here fast because i promised i wouldn't let more people see us kissing today", mick said looking at your lips. you threw your head back laughing and got into the passenger seat. you two drove off the paddock, mick intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb on your hand, feeding the butterflies in your stomach.

you and mick decided to go to a coffee shop you liked, it had a beautiful view of austria and you ordered a couple coffees. it was a small place, kind of hidden away so that was what you liked the most. it felt sort of private.

mick held your hand that was resting on the table and you looked at his beautiful blue eyes. "so how long have you been crazy about me?", mick wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

"yeah how long have you been absolutely in love with me?", you asked him, playing the same card.

"i guess it's safe to say for as long as i've known you. you know, i think i always knew you were the one for me", he said shyly. you couldn't love him more, your heart was doing pirouettes and you felt like you could faint.

"i truly can't believe it took us that long to finally speak about this", you said. "i have to admit there was a part of me that was scared the love was not mutual."

"then you must be dumb because i honestly think i proved that i was head over heels for you on a daily basis", he shaking his head.

"oh i am the dumb one? are you sure about that? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember you idiot", you laughed. "i think at this point everyone knew we were in love with each other except for us."

"yeah gina pretty much confirmed that like an hour ago", mick confessed.

you drank your coffee and discussed everything about the day you both had. one that would forever remember. you came back to the hotel you were both staying in, waiting to get ready to go out later in the night to celebrate the podium with the fellow drivers. mick accompanied you to your room. you opened the door and let him in. as soon as you closed the door mick couldn't resist anymore so he grabbed your chin and gave you what it first started as a sweet kiss, you both getting familiar with your lips. but then mick's hands gripped your waist and he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding yours. your hands went to his hair. he pushed you against the wall. mick was hungry for the taste of you, and he knew just how much he had desired to have you in his arms like this, with his mouth against yours. you broke the kiss with a smile you couldn't avoid.

"i love this. i love you. but we should stop here because we need to start getting ready for the party." you said, sure that if this continued like this it would end in the two of you on the bed. with no clothes on.

"right. i should get going", mick said with a grin, fixing his hair and his shirt. he reached for the door and opened it but as he turned to say goodbye to you, you couldn't resist his red lips so you pushed the door closed and grabbed his face in your hands, joining your lips once again. fuck it. you thought. the party can wait.

surprise! / julián álvarez

request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf surprises him with the help of his manchester teammates/the manchester staff

author's note: so the pics are old (during camp with the nt) but we'll pretend he's with city kajsksj (hoping to get pics this year🤞🏻)

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juliaanalvarez muchas gracias 😁 (thank you so much 😁)

yourusername happiest of birthdays for the golden boy ⭐ wish i was there 🥹

juliaanalvarez te extraño 😞 (miss you 😞)

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juliaanalvarez siempre sos el mejor regalo 🤍 gracias hermosa 😍 (you're always the greatest gift 🤍 thank you beautiful 😍)

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mancity always in for making our golden boy happy 🤝🏻

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