#lovelytsunodas one direction series

[lovelytsunoda]

kiss you // lando norris

summary:  the four times lando norris realised he was madly in love

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sex, mentions of the miami 2022 gp crash. lando being a dumbass at the beginning but he gets his brain cells back, don’t worry

author’s note: so i guess that i’m committing to writing on here now- this is technically the second part in the ‘one direction’ series but each fic is a stand alone with a different driver. the first part is ‘night changes - lance stroll’ and can be found on my masterlist if you are interested.

the first time

the monaco roads were precarious, and lando should have known that. but alas, here he was, out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere with a flat tyre that- shocker- he didn;t know how to change. i mean, he's never had to. he’s lando goddamn norris.

“fucking shite!” he shouted, kicking the tyre rim. “this is what you get for not listening to daniel when he tries to teach you useless life skills!”

he was still fuming when a smaller, much simpler car pulled to a stop behind him.

a volkswagen beetle. charming.

and then she got out of the car. 

“it’s not every day you see some fucker in a mclaren at the side of the road with a flat.” the white halter top she wore showed off sunburned shoulders, shoulders dusted gently by her short hair. a baseball cap sat on her head, adorned in the mercedes logo. “need a hand?”

“yes, please.” lando was aware that he sounded desperate, but there was no way he was leaving his luxury supercar at the side of the road and walking back to his apartment complex, and here was a beautiful stranger in vans and cutoff shorts who was simply offering to fix everything for him.

so how could he say no?

“how are you going to drive something as gorgeous as a mclaren and not know how to treat it right?” the girl grinned, kneeling down to inspect the tyre. “christ, what did you run over?”

“no fucking clue.”

the girl turned to look back up at him, squinting from the sun in her eyes, and lando was overcome with a vision of the beautiful stranger on her knees for a very different reason. one that wasn’t so innocent.“you’re one of those formula race car drivers, aren’t you?”

lando wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or insulted. “maybe. depends. who’s your team?”

the girl laughed, a beautiful angelic sound. “didn’t you see the cap?” she tapped the baseball cap on her scalp. “mercedes or bust, baby. i’m y/n, by the way.” she reached out a partially sunburned hand for lando to shake.

“lando norris, driver for mclaren.” lando took her hand and shook it gently. her skin was soft- christ lando tell your brain to be quiet-

“huh, a mclaren driver? so you know daniel ricciardo?”

lando shrugged like it was nothing, but his palms were getting clammy and suddenly the button-up linen shirt he was wearing was too warm.

y/n got to her feet, dusting off her knees before taking off her hat and throwing her hair back in a top knot using one of the scrunchies on her wrist. “come on, you muppet. i’m not just changing the tyre for you, you’re gonna learn. it’s a life skill.”

she grabbed the tyre iron from lando and got to work, guiding the mclaren driver through every step so that the driver would be able to figure it for himself next time. when lando offered to lift both tyres for her, y/n laughed at him, proceeding to pick up the spare by herself and holding it in place for lando to put the nuts back on with the ratchet.

twenty minutes later, y/n was confident that the mclaren car was safe to drive.

“thank you so much, y/n. you don’t even know.”

y/n grinned. “what are you gonna do to make it up to me, norris?”

lando’s heart started beating faster and faster, his breathing shallow as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his khakis. he could think of plenty of not-so-innocent ways to make it up to y/n, but he feared he would come on too strong. she was different, and he wanted her to stick around for a while.

“coffee?” he suggested, mentally kicking himself for being so lame.

y/n chuckled. “i don’t drink coffee, but i could go for a godiva hot chocolate. i know a place. i’ll drive, you follow?”

the coffee date was incredible. y/n was truly the most fascinating person that he had ever met. they talked for hours, and he never wanted it to end.

neither did y/n, her heart swelling every time lando made her laugh. the stitch in her side hurting with each paddock story that had her clutching her stomach in laughter.

so it was no surprise that they both found their way into lando’s apartment that night, y/n pressed against a wall as lando kissed her neck, her hands tangled in his hair as he left marks up and down her skin, his hands slipping up the back of her shorts before he carried her to bed.

the second time

they had been together for two wild months. two of the most incredible months of lando’s life. y/n spent more time at lando’s apartment than she spent at her own.

they were infatuated with each other.

as soon as the elevator doors slid shut, their hands were all over each other, lando’s soft lips on hers, kissing her hungrily. his thigh between her legs.

when the doors opened on lando’s floor, they stumbled out of the lift, hand in hand and giggling like teenagers. neither party could wait to get back to lando’s, limbs tingling in anticipation of what was to come next.

they got to the door, and lando dropped her hand to look for his keys.

they weren’t in the pockets of his slacks, nor his blazer. he stood in front of his own house door awkward;y, patting himself down in search of the elusive house keys.

“lando? babe, what’s wrong?”

“i think my keys are still sitting on the kitchen table. damn auto-lock is going to stop us from getting inside.”

there was a pause of about three seconds, and then they both burst out laughing.

“are you fucking serious?” y/n gasped through laughter. “there’s no way. this shit only happens in movies!”

“i don;t know what to say.” lando giggled drunkenly, reaching into his jacket pocket for his phone. “let me call daniel, see if he can bring me the spare.”

“it’s still so surreal to me that you can just call daniel fucking ricciardo.”

“i thought you were a mercedes girl?’

“mercedes is my team, but danny ric is my driver. where he goes, i go.”

minutes later, lando hung up the phone, sighing resignedly as he leaned against the locked front door. “he’s gonna be at least half an hour. he’s not even sure where the spare key is.”

y/n bit the inside of her cheek. “i’m sure we can think of something.” she popped open her purse, thumbing through tubes of chapstick, lip gloss, her wallet and phone until she found what she was looking for. “aha!” she exclaimed, extracting an uno deck from inside the small leather clutch.

lando grinned. “uno? you really want to open that pandora’s box here?”

“what else are we going to do?”

so lando and y/n sat in front of the locked door, brightly coloured cars in their hands as they played uno until daniel arrived, a broad grin on his face and lando’s spare keys in his hand.

“who’s winning?” the aussie laughed, looking at lando’s overflowing hand and the grim expression on his teammates face. “probably not lando, am i right?”

“fuck off daniel.” lando whined.

y/n’s jaw dropped. “that’s daniel fucking ricciardo.” she got to her feet, extending her hand for daniel to shake before hastily introducing herself.

“where have you been hiding her, lando? why hasn’t she come to any races yet?”

“she never asked?”

“lando never offered.” y/n countered. “i’d love to, though. if that’ okay with you.”

lando’s cheeks went pink, and he averted his eyes from daniel and y/n. “yeah, i’ll call zak in the morning and see what we can do.”

daniel tossed him the keys. “don’t do anything that i wouldn’t do, kid. and for the love of god, use protection. nobody wants a baby lando running around!”

“DANIEL!”

“alright, i’m leaving!”

the third time

miami 2022.

the inaugural miami grand prix was a big deal. so naturally that was the race lando insisted y/n join him for. she had already been to three more low-key events, but lando insisted that y/n needed to be in miami.

they had flown in five days before, and had spent their time alternating between disney world, universal studios, the beach and the king sized bed in the villa mclaren had rented for their drivers and crew.

“good luck, rock star.” y/n grinned, pressing a kiss to lando’s lips before zak ushered the young driver into his car. as he ran across the garage with his helmet in his hand, lando threw y/n a thumbs up and blew her another kiss.

she was wearing another halter top, this one in mclaren’s signature papaya orange, and much to lewis and george’s dismay, the ball cap on her head had been replaced with a mclaren cap. the bell-bottom jeans she wore were lando’s favorite: he thought they made her thighs look incredible and had already bent her over the massage table in his driver’s room while the w series race was happening.

everything seemed to be going fine. it was still early on in the race and lando was in a good spot. 

and then pierre gasly’s alphatauri went into the back of lando’s bright orange mclaren, sending him spinning out.

“lando!” y/n shouted, heart leaping out of her chest. she was sitting in the garage with the mechanics, and each one looked more nervous than the last.

the crash was messy, and the car had basically been totalled, one stray tyre spinning off into the barrier.

“i-is he okay?” y/n stuttered, playing with her hands.

the garage was silent, waiting for lando to respond.

“i’m okay!” the brit’s voice rang out through the garage. “i’m okay, guys! tell y/n that i am okay!”

she thought her knees were going to give way from relief as she exhaled, grabbing on to the back of a folding chair for extra support.

she monitored the safety car’s progress as the aston martin car carried lando back to the garage. her legs were still shaking, and one of the mechanics had offered up his chair so she could sit down.

when lando walked back into the garage, y/n was on her feet in an instant, running over to the mclaren driver and throwing her arms around him, not caring about the fact that his body was literally drenched in sweat.

“i’m so glad you’re okay.”

lando inhaled deeply, savouring every iota of her scent as he held her close, burying his head in her neck.

“i love you so much. i’m never gonna leave you, i promise.”

the fourth time

traditionally, the last race of the season happened in abu dhabi, and this year was no different.

but lando norris planned to make it different.

y/n had travelled with him, and the morning after the world title was awarded, they hopped on mclaren’s private plane and left the country. lando had spent months planning this, with daniel and carlos’ help. y/n didn’t know where the plane was going, lando had kept it a surprise.

lando had booked a private villa in saint tropez for the first two weeks of the off-season, before his return to england was mandatory.

he had a two week buffer period in case he chickened out the first time.

the first night, lando insisted on dinner at a quaint seaside restaurant by candlelight. he spent as much of the meal as he could holding on to y/n’s hand. he couldn’t get enough of her smile, her laugh, the feeling of her tiny hands in his.

she looked like an angel in a white strapless sundress, a small floral bandana over her short hair.

it was now or never, and if he chickened out, daniel would never let him hear the end of it.

“y/n, can i ask you something?” his knee was bouncing like crazy, just shy of bumping into the cast iron table.

she had her head cradled in her spare hand, bright smile on her face as she ran the pad of her thumb over lando’s knuckles. “fire away, baby.”

the mclaren driver took a deep breath. “remember in miami when i promised that i was never going to leave you?’

she nodded, a confused look clouding her eyes.

“well...” lando took another deep breath and got to his feet, taking y/n’s hand in his before sinking down to one knee. “i meant every word. i don’t want to spend another day without you by my side.”

y/n couldn’t believe it, jaw hanging open in shock as lando pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“will you do me the honor of letting me become your husband?”

“yes, lando! a thousand times yes!”

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if you're gonna make a series, you have to AT LEAST watch this is us

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‘take me home’ - the fic through instagram

companion to ‘take me home - mick schumacher’

yourusername on wednesdays we make mickey wear pink!

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mickschumacher ❤️

-> y/l/nplumbing no

-> yourusername dad what did i say about using the business account to stalk me and my boyfriend

-> y/l/nplumbing . . . to not to

estebanocon MEAN GIRLS?? you have him WHIPPED

-> yourusername it was even his idea!

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sebastianvettel Glad you kids are having a great time! Hanna and the girls say hi!

mickschumacher next time i suggest going to mexico, talk me out of it.

-> yourusername come on mickey, you had a great time save for the sunburn

-> mickschumacher and now my back hurts so much that i can't put any pressure on it

y/nschumacher you may now kiss the bride!

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corinnaschumacher Micheal would be so proud!

sebastianvettel Congratulations kids!

mickschumacher I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, schatzi

-> y/nschumacher and I you ❤️

y/l/nplumbing im proud of you, kiddo. you look so grown up in that dress!

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baby, we're perfect - the fic told through instagram

companion to 'baby, we're perfect - yuki tsunoda'

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y/nsbookstagram patiently waiting for the gus to my january . . . in the meantime, i'm back to reading thrillers : ) my current read is 'sharp objects' by gillian flynn, and i'm not far into it enough to tell you guys what i think yet, but i loved 'gone girl' so i have high hopes!

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pierregasly yukitsunoda we found bookstore girl!!

-> yukitsunoda when did you have the time???

-> pierregasly if shes coming to a race as your guest, we should at least get to know her a little more

-> yukitsunoda BY STALKING HER????

yourbestfriend babes, where did all of these athletes come from? u dont even like sports

-> y/nsbookstagram idk bro they just showed up in that booksotre i work at one day and gave me a paddock pass?

user6392 y/n being so confused at why three f1 drivers just followed her is so funny to me for some reason

y/n..y/l/n (private, personal account) has just added to their story!

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[lovelytsunoda]

what makes you beautiful // daniel ricciardo

summary: as contract season approaches and his future with mclaren isn’t so clear any more, daniel retreats to the austrian alps for some soul searching, where he meets a jaded woman who was left at the altar and decided to weather her honeymoon alone.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings: y/n is super cynical about love, mentions of sex, reader left at the altar, plot worthy of an adam sandler movie. gets pretty steamy (read daniel taking off readers old engagement ring with his teeth) but there’s no smut.

authors notes: it’s bittersweet tk be finishing the one direction series, but I cannot wait to bring you the katy perry series, kicked off by my debut george fic, teenage dream.

also fuk zak brown and his american ass, they never deserved daniel in the first place.

kitzbühel, austria. day zero.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?”

he didn’t know why he said it, the driver cringing internally as soon as the words left his mouth.

the woman turned to look at him, fractured segments of moonlight dancing over her hair as the breeze blew tendrils in her face. her delicate fingers clutched a half full glass of red wine, and daniel would have to be stupid to not see the ruby engagement ring on her hand.

which again begged the question: what was she doing outside, alone?

“drowning my sorrows and self pity on expensive wine.”

can’t fault her for that, danny thought to himself as he recalled his own reasons for retreating into the austrian alps.

“as good a reason as any. can I join you?” the australian asked, gesturing towards the chalets wicker patio set. tyrol was typically a winter destination for all the skiing one could accomplish, so the chalet was quieter in the summer months.

it was just what daniel needed.

the woman laughed, wrapping her slender fingers around the neck of the wine bottle, hefting it out of the plastic ice bucket. it was more than half full.

“can’t drink this all by myself now, can I?”

the two sat next to each other on the well-loved furniture, unaware of the hustle and bustle occurring inside the chalet as the last of the night owls danced away to nineties club music that shook the log cabin walls.

“my father always said that a problem shared is a problem halved.” the woman remarked offhandedly, filling an extra wine glass for daniel. “penny for your thoughts?”

where to begin? especially since the media coverage of his mclaren contract woes was so prominent in the mainstream media, if he had finally met someone who wasn’t going to recognize his face he didn’t want to throw that away so easily.

“I still have another year on my work contract, but my boss just gave it to somebody else. he’s trying to force me out with an exit clause.”

“shit.”

“right, now you.”

she sighed, taking a sip from her wineglass. “seems pretty personal to tell to somebody who doesn’t know my name.”

“then tell me.” the mclaren driver encouraged “I’m daniel.”

“y/n” she answered quietly after a moment of hesitation. “this was supposed to be my honeymoon. he left me at the altar.”

daniel choked on his wine. “shit! that kind of outweighs my shit, makes it sound insignificant”

“no, don’t worry. we all have our issues and they all affect us differently. it wasn’t derek’s fault, I should have warned him that my family was crazy before they all flew in for the wedding. he got cold feet and left me there the night before.”

“he sounds like a dick.”

y/n sighed. “he’s not. he was just scared, I think. forever didn’t mean the same thing to him as it does to me.” she looked at her hands, at the small ruby on her ring finger. “is it stupid of me to keep wearing the ring?”

danny shook his head rapidly. “no, it’s not stupid. if anything, it means you still believe in love.”

“that’s a comforting thought. it’s gonna hurt tomorrow once all of the pre-planned couples activities start and I have to do them alone.”

“don’t do them alone.” some part of daniels soul aches for the jaded, cynical woman sitting next to him. the woman that thought she finally found the person she could spend her life with only to have it yanked away. “I’ll go with you. it’s not like I really planned ahead, and I could do with the distraction.”

maybe it was the wine. maybe she was desperate.

but letting daniel ricciardo be her fake newlywed husband for three weeks would end up being the best decision she ever made.

“yeah, okay. let’s see if you can last all three weeks. I hope you’re a good actor.”

day one.

y/n was waiting in the chalet lobby, fully prepared to have to weather the guided horseback tour in her own. she was slightly hungover and ready to throw in the metaphorical towel.

and then she saw him.

she just happened to catch the movement out of the corner of her eye, the last person she expected emerging from the elevator to come and join her by the glass doors where she had been waiting for the tour guide.

“you came?”

“psh, of course I did.” daniel grinned. “wouldn’t make my mother too happy to know that I abandoned a maiden in need.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “it’s just a stupid horseback tour. it’s a big group of people, I’m sure nobody would have noticed I was here alone.”

“come on sweetheart. that’s no fun.”

“sacred I’ll kick your ass?”

y/n laughed, catching the attention of everybody in the lobby, as well as daniels semi-hard cock. okay, so maybe the fact that y/n was ducking beautiful was part of the reason he had suggested helping in the first place.

“please, I took ten years of horseback riding lesssons.”

“and I grew up on a farm. your point?”

“touché. I think this is gonna be fun, don’t you agree, honey?”

daniel chuckled at the coy grin on y/n’s face as she said it, he could feel himself falling but couldn’t care less about stopping it.

he had three weeks before he had to think about his problems, and spending that time with a beautiful woman couldn’t hurt.

“now you’re laying it on a little thick.” he whispered, mouth close to her cheek so that it looked like he was giving her a kiss.

y/n could feel her heart rate pick up as soon as the driver leaned in, a feeling she thought she’d never feel again after derek.

and it scared her so much.

day five.

she thought she could handle it, thought she could go through with the couples activities alone, and then with daniel.

she thought she was over derek diamandis and his stupid face.

all it took was one visit to the chocolatiers to make her burst out into tears again when the tour concluded and the jovial austrian chocolate maker unveiled the heart shaped box, with the collection of luxury chocolates and caramels and everything in between, pink letters on each candy spelling out ‘congrats mr. & mrs. diamandis’.

as soon as she saw the box, y/n ran off into the street with tears streaming from her eyes, leaving a sputtering daniel to try and explain to the chocolatier that he had done nothing wrong, and that his ‘wife’ was just feeling overwhelmed and emotional.

which was true, just not in the sense that daniel was attempting to make it come across as.

“hey,” daniels soft australian drawl calmed y/n down, slowed her racing heart.

she always had found aussie accents sexy as fuck.

“are you okay? you kind of fell apart on me back there.”

y/n shook her head. “I thought I could do it but I was wrong. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have tried to do this all without derek and his stupid soft boy face.”

she was taken aback at what daniel did next, with the australian pulling her in for a hug, allowing her tears to stain his alexisonfire shirt as she cried in his arms. there was something intimate about the way that he stroked her hair and held her close, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances.

and that’s because there was. it had only been five days, but the lines were already starting to blur between friends and someone that daniel could see himself with.

and good lord did that scare him.

day seven.

“you never actually said what you did for a living. actually, you know more about me than I do about you.”

daniel’s blood ran cold. he knew this moment would come, the moment he gave up his anonymity the goddess sitting across from him.

until she saw him differently.

“promise it won’t change the way you see me?” the aussie started, hesitation in his voice.

y/n chuckled “what, are you a male stripper or something? all magic mike and shit?”

daniel laughed, hearty and boisterous, sending shivers down y/n’s spine. “no. not yet, at least. if this contract falls through, that might be my fall back.”

“would that really be so bad with a body like yours.” she was wine drunk and didn’t know what she was saying, instantly wishing she could take the words back before things became awkward.

“I’m actually a formula one driver, and I have been since I was eighteen years old.”

the table was silent.

“are you being serious right now?”

“deadly. my current team is trying to replace me with the f2 champion from a few years ago. he seems like a good kid, but mclaren have honestly been treating me like shit all year. I thought I was safe, but I don’t know any more.”

“well fuck.”

“hey, that’s daniel ricciardo!” one of the restaurant patrons shouted, starting an avalanche of people to come running over to the couples’ table.

the chalets main restaurant was small on a good day, but during the crowded dinner time, even two or three people coming over to ask danny for a picture or an autograph felt like too much. daniel could feel his chest tightening with anxiety, doing his best to answer a few questions about his contract with mclaren and taking a few reluctant pictures before y/n finally snapped out of her stupor.

“babe,” she said loudly enough that the crowd beginning to come could hear. “I’m starting to get a migraine, can you walk me back to the room.”

at first, daniel was confused. she had seemed fine mere moments ago. but when he looked over and saw her mouth the words ‘play along’, the metaphorical lights went on in his brain.

“of course, darlin.” he drawled, getting to his feet and making a show out of helping y/n up from the table “sorry, guys. I’d love to stay and talk with you all,” not totally a lie “but my wife is feeling ill and I have to be with her right now, so I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”

once they were in the elevator and on their way up to y/n’s room, she raised her eyebrows.

“my wife is ill’? laying it on a little thick there lover boy.”

daniel managed a sly grin. “all I wanted was for them to leave us alone. I guess I did get a little carried away there, didn’t I?”

“it’s okay.” y/n giggled, reaching for his hand as they left the elevator “we still had to hold up my charade, and maybe you’ll be in the news for something other than contract news this time. on second thought, maybe don’t become a stripper. you’d get mauled on your first day.”

Daniel groaned “there’s no way I can explain this one to my PR manager. he’s gonna kill me.”

“he’s gonna have to go through me first.” y/n couldn’t win the smile off her face as she dropped daniel’s hand, extracting the room key from her clutch purse. “well, this is me.”

there was no mistaking the wistfulness in her tone as she knew this was where she and the driver needed to part ways.

“this last week has been incredible, daniel. how can I ever thank you enough for stepping up? it’s meant so much to me.”

daniel hesitated, moving half a step closer, attentive to every minuscule movement that y/n’s body made, the breath she sucked in when he moved closer.

“there is one thing.”

“and what’s that?” there was merely an inch of space between their bodies, laboured breathing filling the air as they stood there, too afraid to move.

too afraid to speak.

“kiss me.”

y/n certainly didn’t need to be told twice, fingers grasping desperately for daniels shirt, lips tangling with his as he took the room key out of her hand, clumsily opening the door as they both stumbled messily inside.

danny kicked the door closed behind them, not breaking away from y/n for a second as he steered their bodies towards the king sized bed, barely even registering that this was the honeymoon suite, where y/n should have been relaxing while derek diamandis made sweet love to her.

and now he got to do that instead, fingernails leaving scratch marks on his skin as y/n tore his shirt buttons open, one button flying off somewhere in the distance, her little white dress bunched up over her thighs when she landed, legs on either side of the mclaren driver.

“daniel, please..” she whined, the angelic sound going directly to the drivers cock, springing to attention in his tight white chinos.

“tell me what you need, baby. I’m right here.” he said softly, placing gentl kisses along her collarbone, relishing in every small movement she made under his touch.

“please, danny, I need you to touch me.”

his lust-filled gaze softened as he ran his fingertips over her soft cheek, tilting her head towards him as he kissed her deeply, moaning into the kiss as one of her hands tangled in her hair.

“I am going to treat you like the fucking goddess that you are. derek diamandis never deserved you in the first place.” his voice was husky as he took her hand in his, staring at the ruby ring.

he didn’t even think before dipping his head down and sliding his mouth over the finger, withdrawing the ring between his lips before spitting it out on the sheets.

“that was so fucking hot.” y/n breathed underneath him, breath hitching as she searched for friction between her thighs.

“well, you don’t need that wankers ring any more now, do you.”

“not one bit. now fucking get between my legs before I have to do this myself.”

“ah, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

days eight to fourteen.

y/n y/l/n was falling in love again, something that she never thought would happen after she had to cancel the wedding.

and it was like a total dream to fall in love the way she did, with an incredible man in one of the most beautiful countries she had ever seen.

the days following the night that they spent together were a whirlwind of hikes, couples massages, romantic dinners and nights spent between satin sheets.

but her favourite parts were the mornings that she spent on the balcony with daniel, wearing the plush terry cloth bathrobes from the chalet, mugs of warm drinks in their hands as they snuggled into each other to watch the sun rise.

she felt truly at peace, something she never thought she would feel again with another man.

she was sitting on daniels lap, his hand slipping inside the bathrobe to rub calming circles over the skin on her side as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

“have you decided what to do about mclaren?” she asked softly, not wanting to pry.

“I asked zak to buy out my contract. I’m not gonna stay until the end of next season. but I don’t know where to go from there.”

“then we figure it out together.” y/n said softly, bringing daniels knuckles to her lips before snuggling back into his side, one finger gently tracing the beautiful inked tattoos on his arm.

“come to belgium with me.”

“what?” y/n sat up a little straighter, palm on daniel’s chest. “I still have a week of the pseudo honeymoon.”

“you can bail. wouldn’t you rather be at race weekend than here alone? I’ve enjoyed these last few weeks so much, and I don’t want that to end because I have to go back to mclaren.”

y/n was quiet, thinking it over in her head. but at the same time, what did she have to lose? she’d be going back home to an empty apartment, an unworn wedding dress and a table of wedding gifts she’s eventually have to open.

fuck it.

“I’ll do it. I’ll come to belgium with you. they probably already think we’re married, do you think we can keep the charade going a little longer?”

“hell yeah. I can’t wait to get you and my boss in the same room.”

“god, I’m gonna give that man and his fucking american ass a scolding into next week.”

daniel grinned, kissing her gently on the lips.

“I’m so happy that I met you.”

and he hoped deep down, that maybe someday she would be mrs ricciardo for real.

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that one thing // pierre gasly

summary: they’ve been to hell and back together. a night out in vegas convince pierre to make the biggest, and most important, decision of his life.

pairing: pierre gasly x female wolff!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of anthoine hubert’s death, mentions of pierre’s red bull demotion and subsequent downward spiral.

author’s note: please how did i not know this photo was a thing :0

it was the spring of twenty eighteen, and pierre gasly was in love.

she showed up three races into the season, appearing one day in the mercedes garage, dark hair tumbling down her back and not a single button on her white petronas polo shirt done up, creating a nice v-neck effect that grabbed the frenchman’s attention immediately.

he couldn’t figure out where she came from, but he knew she had his full attention every second he could manage. when she wasn’t doing social media work, or hanging out with lewis and valtteri, pierre could spot her in the mercedes motorhome, set up nicely in toto wolff’s office with her computer.

it was a race day like no other, and instead of getting ready to go to the starting grid, pierre found his attention wandering away from the toro rosso garage, and over to mercedes, where she was taking pictures with a flashy camera, her airy laughter echoing down the pit lane.

“pierre? pierre, mate!” his teammate, brendan hartley, scolded. “where’s your head at, man?”

pierre didn’t hear a word that the new zealander said, his attention still fixed still on the mercedes garage, and the gorgeous woman in it.

catching his comrades lovestruck gaze, brendan laughed. “crikey mate, do you even know who she is? that’s y/n wolff. toto wolff’s daughter, and literal paddock royalty. if wolff catches you within a twelve foot radius of her, you’re dead.”

y/n wolff. a name of such effortless beauty, in pierre’s mind. death at the hands of the mercedes team principal seemed like a small price to pay for even just a moment in y/n’s company.

“why are valtteri and lewis allowed to hang around her, then?”

“because they’re toto’s drivers and obviously he trusts them more than he trusts you and your bloody reputation.”

fair point, the french driver thought, but im not telling him that.

when y/n laughed again, pierre’s stomach did a backflip. and when she turned around, locking gazes with his, he was a goner. the austrian girl waved, a bright smile on his face as brendan gleefully waved back, pierre still frozen in place as he nervously lifted his arm, waving it back and forth slowly.

from that moment, he knew that y/n wolff was going to be the death of him.

it was a few days later, walking around the paddock after the race, rain absolutely pouring from the sky when he found y/n shivering underneath the awning from the mercedes building, anxiously checking her phone.

“y/n?” he called out, trying to get her attention. “are you okay?”

the austrian shook her head, running her hands up and down her arms to try and warm up. “my dad’s supposed to drive me back, but he got stuck in meetings with the other team principals. horner is giving him shit again over something with the cars. the door’s locked and I can;t get inside and away from this fucking rain because i left my keys in my jacket, which is also inside.”

the frenchman slipped under the awning, slding his arms out of his toro rosso jacket and draping it over y/n’s shoulders. “this should keep you warm. sorry it isn’t dry.”

“that’s fine. you’re pierre gasly, right? brendan’s teammate?”

“the one and only.”

y/n cracked a small grin, extending her hand. “y/n wolff, but i guess you already knew that.”

pierre shook her hand with a smile. “let me give you a ride home. you shouldn’t be standing in the rain by yourself.”

“i’d like that.”

the entire car ride back to the hotel, y/n and pierre shared a mug of hot chocolate and stories about their lives. pierre talked about karting and growing up in france, and y/n told pierre about her college courses in marketing, growing up in austria, moving to england and what it was like to have a man like toto wolff as her father.

pierre hung on to her every word, drawn in to y/n and her bright laugh, her mesmerizing eyes.

he was down so bad and he didn’t even know it yet.

“this is me.” y/n said, pointing at the sign for the hilton as pierre pulled into the parking lot. “thank you, pierre. this has actually been really nice. as you can tell, i don’t really get to know too many other drivers.”

“i should introduce you to some of them. you’d probably really like charles. and maybe daniel, although he can be a little much at first.”

“you’ll have to introduce me when i get a spare moment. between looking out for my dad, social media managing for the team and fucking studying, i don’t really have any time.”

the car was quiet, save for the rain pinging against the windshield. in the halflight, y/n’s lips looked so kissable, and it was all that the toro rosso driver could do to not lean over the seat and kiss her then and there, brendan’s warning about toto’s protective streak ringing in his head.

“so, i’ll see you tomorrow?”

y/n nodded. “see you tomorrow, gasly.”

she still had his jacket, and pierre wasn’t even worried, for it gave him a reason to see y/n wolff again.

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it was the end of the season, and the teams were throwing a party in the paddock, mechanics engineers and drivers mingling under the bright lights while music played in the background.

y/n wolff was standing with lewis, nursing a can of sprite and laughing at something that the brit had said. she was only half paying attention, all of her attention on somebody ese in the paddock.

pierre gasly was at the other end of the central area, head tilted back in laughter as his friend clapped him on the back.

the sight took her breath away.

over the remainder of the season, she and pierre had gotten closer than the austrian had ever expected. pierre would bring her a hot chocolate every morning, ask how her classes were going. he’d invite her out places with the other drivers, make her feel included.

toto knew what was happening, and he warned his daughter every time that the drivers were off limits, and that they would just break her heart one day.

but y/n was never one to follow instructions.

“you’re staring again.”

“fuck me.” y/n swore under her breath, taking another sip of her soft drink. this wasn’t the first time that she had been caught staring at the frenchman. in fact, it had become a regular occurrence.

she was just glad that her father never noticed.

lewis chuckled. “i think you’d rather pierre do that than me.”

“piss off, hamilton.”

the mercedes driver rolled his eyes. “you know, i was talking to brendan the other day, and he said pierre never shuts up about you.”

“yeah, right. and anyways, my father would never approve of me dating a driver. he only warns me about their so-called ways before i leave for every event that anybody has ever invited me to around here.”

“you can’t run from your feelings forever, y/n. pierre could have any girl that he wants, and right now he wants you so badly. you need to do something about it.”

she turned her head, taking another look at the group of younger drivers, a sliver of light bouncing off the cross dangling from pierre’s neck. the frenchman stopped laughing long enough to take his phone out of his pocket before erupting into cheers.

“i got the red bull seat!” pierre shouted, throwing his arms around charles and brendan. “i’m driving for red bull!”

the other boys cheered him on, jumping up and down with their arms around each other, revelling in pierre’s success.

and the forbidden fruit had never looked so much sweeter.

“fuck this.” she said lowly, passing lewis her can of sprite before marching off into the crowd, lewis protesting behind her as she marched up to the french driver.

y/n didn’t even have time to think before she was grabbing pierre by the collar of his shirt and smashing her lips onto his with reckless abandon, soft lips moving in unison as pierre’s warm hands caressed her curves over the fabric of her red dress.

when the pair finally broke apart, they were out of breath.

“congratulations, gasly.” y/n smiled

“are you not worried that your father might see?” pierre grinned slyly. “after al, he did warn you about us drivers.”

“don’t mention my dad when i’m trying to jump your bones.”

“my hotel or yours?”

that night was the beginning of a long seasonal break of sneaking around behind closed doors, flying out to meet each other instead of being at the factory with their teams and using any excuse tey could to meet up with each other.

it was a secret relationship that would have impressed even romeo and juliet, and every day, y/n swore she fell more and more in love with the frenchman, and he would say the same about his feelings for her.

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belgium, twenty-nineteen. y/n was in her father’s office finishing up a term paper on marketing strategies. the last assignment of the year before she would have to fly back to london to sit her final examinations.

her headphones were in, filling her ears with the sounds of the spice girls while her fingers flew across the keyboard when her phone rang, pierre’s face lighting up the screen.

“hey, baby. what’s up?”

she knew from the moment pierre started speaking that something was wrong, his breathing was heavy, his voice strained.

“baby, is everything okay?”

“no.” that was all it took for the french driver to break down. “i lost the red bull seat. horner fired me.”

y/n felt her heart shatter, she knew how hard pierre had been working to keep christian horner’s approval, as well as his spot as max’s teammate.

“can you come over?”

“i’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

when she got to the hotel and found pierre, he was sitting against the headboard with his head in his hands. his body was wracked with silent sobs as y/n sat next to him on the queen sized bed, warpping her arms around his trembling frame before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“red bull doesn't deserve you. you’re going to stick it to them one way or another.”

“i hope you’re right.”

they stayed like that all night, y/n whispering words of encouragement as pierre clung on to her like his life depended on it.

because he was so sure that it did.

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pierre had done it. his first podium, although it ended up being back at toro rosso, not red bull like he had planned.

y/n watched it happen from the mercedes garage, and while the rest of the team was up in arms about lewis’ grid penalty, y/n was filed with pride for her boyfriend as she looked over at where pierre was celebrating with his team, an ache in her heart at the idea that she couldn't join them without exposing the relationship to her father.

she was walking back to the mercedes hospitality site to grab a coffee for toto when somone tapped her on the shoulder.

danill kvyat was standing behind her, still covered in sweat from teh race as he grinned, passing her a folded sheet of paper.

“loverboy wants to see you.” the russian grinned. “remind me why this is a secret again?”

“because my father would freak out, duh.”

actually, y/n wasn’t super sure of that now. she was certain toto was starting to figure it out, but he was easing up on y/n and her constant outings with pierre and the other drivers.

“he’s going to figure out eventually.”

“i know, dany. just let me enjoy this while i still can. you know, before the shit hits the metaphorical fan.”

“fair enough.”

when the russian driver was  gone, y/n unfolded the notecard.

meet me for dinner tonight, and get dressed up. i ordered local, i guess you could call it austrian food although i guess it’s just called food here. can;t wait to see you! i love you, mon amour.

- pierre

a few hours later and  y/n is standing outside pierre’s hotel room, a gigantic bouquet of flowers in her arms as she knocks on the door. when the toro rosso driver pulled the door open, he immediately pulled y/n in for a kiss, not caring who else may have been in the hallway to see him kiss toto wolff’s daughter.

“pierre!” y/n scolded gently, guiding the frenchman back into the hotel room, anxiously looking around to see who else was in the hallway. she only exhaled when she realized that nobody associated with formula one in any way shape or form was around to see the kiss.

“mon cher, these flowers are gorgeous, but i have no idea what to do with them.” pierre laughed, taking the massive bouquet from his girlfriend

“please, at least i didn’t get you a massive fucking cake. too short notice.” y/n joked, remembering the cake that pierre has sent her for her college graduation just three months prior. “i lied through my teeth and told my dad that cake was from lewis and valtteri, and im still not sure he believed me. it was an incredible cake, though.”

pierre lead y/n out to the balcony, the cool spielberg breeze dancing over their skin as they sat across from each other at the patio table, hands interlocked as y/n told him how proud she was.

later that night, clothes strewn around the room, duvet cover pushed to the floor and cotton sheets wrapped around their sweaty bodies, y/n and pierre lay silently in the bed, pierre’s lips dancing over y/n’s skin as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of her head, the austrian girl tracing shapes on his sweaty skin, both parties wiped out from their earlier activities.

“anthoine would be so proud of you, pierre. i hope you know that. i bet he was up there with jules, and they were both watching you and charles out there today, giving you and extra little bit of luck.”

pierre paused, holding his lover tighter. “i miss him so much, y/n.”

“i know you do.” y/n said softly, taking his hand in hers. “but he’s always going ot be with you.”

pierre kissed her softly, almost desperately. “somehow you always know what to say. i love you, y/n.”

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fast forward another few years, and toto finally knows. he was never supposed ot know, at least not as soon as he did, but he did accidentally walk in on the two of them making out while pierre’s hand was halfway up toto’s daughter’s shirt, which was not the way he was supposed to find out.

shockingly, toto was far from surprised, revealing that he had suspected for months.

and that valtteri was a snitch, but y/n was willing to forgive and forget.

the duo are in vegas with the other drivers and their girlfriends, ahead of the 2022 season. it was one of daniel’s hair-brained schemes, and there was already a betting pool going on which fools would make the worst life decisions.

there was $100 on nicholas latifi accidentally marrying his teammate alex.

there was almost $1500 on daniel pulling a “the hangover” and getting on the wrong side of some foreign mobster at a craps table and not remembering any of it.

to y/n, that one seemed the most likely.

just for kicks, sebastian vettel had thrown down $50 on lando norris drunkenly attempting to pole dance.

everybody wanted to see that last one. except lando, of course.

the group was drinking in the hotel bar, and pierre was already three beers in, dreamily watching y/n dancing with lily and lusia, alex and lando’s girlfriends.

“you are in love, mate.” daniel laughed, nudging the alphatauri driver in the side.

“no shit, sherlock.” charles leclerc laughed. “he’s been in love since before she made out with him in front of the entire paddock for the first time. actually, since before they even had a conversation!”

“that’s enough, charles.” pierre scolded his best mate.

“dude, it’s been like, five years.” daniel continued. “two of which were in secret. when are you going to ask her?”

marriage. of course, pierre and y/n had had the conversation before, and they both agreed that they wanted it, but they way both of their lives were going, they just couldn't find the time to plan a ceremony, or book a honeymoon. it wasn’t practical.

“it’ll happen when it’s meant to.”

“so when there’s a baby on the way?”

pierre choked on his beer. “what the fuck, daniel?”

“do you want to spend the rest of your life with her or not?”

pierre looked over at y/n again, now back at the long table and laughing with yuki.

“of course i do. i love her, man.”

“then fucking do something about it, gasly.”

pierre got up from the bar and went back to the table, charles and daniel not too far behind as he wrapped his arms around y/n waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“let’s get married.” he said it quickly, frankly, no question, no lead up. “we’ve been thinking abut it for ages, so why don’t we do it tonight, elvis impersonator and all?”

the room went silent, everybody holding thier breaths as they waited for y/n wolff’s answer.

“okay. let’s go get married.”

the table burst out into cheers, a group of girlfriend’s ready to whisk yn off to go dress shopping.

“alright, time to delegate tasks!” daniel declared, rubbing his palms together. “ladies, you will go with y/n and get her ready for the big day. charles, yuki and lewis, you guys are in charge of getting pierre ready. go find him a suit or something. george and alex, you guys call around, find us a wedding chapel with an elvis. this is las vegas, it shouldn’t be that hard.”

lily and lusia were full of giggles and laughter as they guided y/n through the racks of dresses.

“i don;t want anything big or fancy. or traditional. why wear white? let me get something i can wear again.” y/n insisted. “nothing about my relationship with pierre has been traditional, so why should our wedding be anything different.”

“i mean, you’re already getting elvis, what more do you need?” lily joked, reaching for a plastic hangar. “what about this one?”

y/n’s jaw dropped as she ran her fingers over the striking red fabric. “lily, this one is incredible. red always has been pierre’s favourite color on me.”

“oohh, so romantic!” lusia gushed, hands on y/n’s shoulders.

the girls didn’t even bother getting a bag for the dress, walking out of the boutique in the ball gown as they searched for a sephora or something, a place where literally anybody could do y/n’s wedding makeup in under two hours, now that alex had texted lily and told her they found a chapel.

an hour and a half later, makeup done and ready, y/n stopped outside a charity shop.

“babes, what do we still need, and from a pawn shop, no less?” luisa had asked, attempting to keep the crew on track.

“rings. text the guys, find out if pierre remembered rings.”

“according to daniel, who told alex,” lily began “he grabbed one for you, but not one for himself.”

y/n pushed the shop door open. “let’s go find him a ring, then.”

the three girls must have spent what felt like forever poring over the box of pawned rings, and then the box of necklaces that lily insisted on, realizing that the bride’s neck was still bare of any jewlery.

“this is the one.” y/n grinned, picking up the delicate gold band. “look at it, its stunning.”

“and this necklace goes perfect with that dress.” lily smiled, gently putting the gold chain around y/n’s neck, red stones resting comfortably against her skin.

“let’s go get you married.” lusia said, excitment evident in her tone.

“let’d go get me married.’ y/n agreed, equally excited as she linked hands with both girls.

over at the chapel, pierre gasly had never been more nervous in his life. his palms were sweaty, knuckles white from how hard the was clutching the ring box. he popped the small velvet box open again, looking down at the ring. this was it, this was really happening.

“you’re going to be fine, mate.” lewis insisted. “she’s head over heels for you, she’ll be here.”

they were all wearing suits, dressed down slightly due to the circumstances of the wedding, but formal and fancy nonetheless, and largely thanks to lewis’ taste.

“i love her, plain and simple. and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life at her side.”

“she’s here!” yuki shouted, running down the aisle. “y/n is here!”

everybody scrambled to get in their places, charlotte diving for her phone to play the instrumental to ‘champagne problems’ while y/n walked down the aisle.

pierre was floored. y/n had never looked more stunning, wrapped in layers of delicate red fabric as she walked towards him, lily and luisa in matching champagne colored dresses behind her.

sebastian was hiding behind the altar, phone in hand while he filmed the bride coming down the aisle. he knew that tot would want to see it later, and that the team principal would be pissed that he missed the chance to walk his daughter down the aisle.

y/n walked up the three steps to the altar, neon lights making everything look slightly hazy. the elvis impersonator was wearing pink, and something about that seemed fitting, like the pink vintage cadillac she saw waiting outside.

before pierre could even get a word in, she heard two voice shouting her name. looking past pierre’s shoulder, she saw carlos in the front row, holding pierre’s phone in the direction of the altar, screen facing forward.

daniil kvyat and brendan hartley were on video call, both waving joyfully at the bride and groom, prompting y/n to burst out in a fit of laughter.

“hi!” she said quielty waving frantically at the camera before turning back to pierre.

“hey, gasly.” she said nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“hey, wolff.” the frenchman grinned, leaning forward and quickly kissing her on the forehead. “let’s get married.”

y/n smiled. “let’s get married.”

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the morning after, pierre and y/n gasly would have been content to sleep the morning away in each others arms, but alas, an early morning phone call to pierre just had to get in the way. his phone was ringing constantly, and eventually y/n insisted that her new husband should just answer the damn phone.

still groggy, pierre rolled over and reached for his phone, which was charging on the floor, where he insisted he wouldn’t knock it over in the middle of the night ( logic that y/n never understood ), golden wedding ring glittering on his finger.

“hello?”

“pierre do-you-even-have-a-middle-name gasly!” toto wolff shouted, his voice carrying to where his daughter was still lying in bed, panic crossing her features as she shot upright in bed. “i just got a video from sebastian of you and my daughter getting married at a fucking elivs chapel in las vegas!”

pierre’s eyes were wide with panic as he looked over at y/n, mouthing ‘what do i do?’

“mr. wolff, i can explain-”

“i’m not mad that you got married i knew it was going to happen, but why was i not invited!?”

“it was a spur of the moment thing, mr. wolff, i assure you that we would have invited you if it was planned-”

“yet your former teammates were there via video call!”

pierre didn’t have an answer for that.

“baby, just give me the phone.” y/n said softly, reaching around pierre’s body

“or i could just do this.” pierre answered simply, hanging up the phone and setting it to do not disturb, dropping it back onto the hotel carpet. “now, where were we, mrs. gasly?” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his bride.

#pierre gasly x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #alphatauri #pierre gasly #liked by pierre gasly #lovelytsunodas one direction series #wedding saga bc there will defo be more

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made in the am - the fic told through instagram

companion to ‘made in the am’ - alex albon

yourusername thank you london for the wild night…turns out racing drivers are real good in bed

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nicholaslatifi damn alex was punching above his weight

landonorris alex must have some serious rizz to have scored you!

bestfriend who are all these racing drivers and most importantly who is alex?? I think you should call me

yourusername mornings with lover!

tagged: alex_albon

landonorris there is no way in hell alex made those

-> yourusername he’s actually very god in the kitchen!! and other places!!

-> charles_leclerc time to close this app before I learn things I don’t need to know

-> yourbestfriend only you could turn the comments section on a cute post into whatever the fuck this is

alex_albon ❤️❤️

nicholaslatifi I still can’t believe you went on a second date with him

yourusername so I think we need to move the wedding …baby albon coming fall 2022

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georgerussell63 mate, when did this happen?!?

-> yourusername um if my math is right I think maybe possibly silverstone?

albon_pets Were so excited to meet our baby brother!

-> alex_albon Alicia, you spoiled the surprise!

-> albon_pets Oops

landonorris so do I get to be the godfather?

-> yourusername absolutely not.

-> alex_albon you are not allowed to ever be left alone with my son I am not kidding

yourbestfriend I can’t wait to meet the babe!! You guys are going to be the best parents!

#alex albon #alex albon x reader #ig aus #formula one x reader #lovelytsunodas one direction series #f1 imagine

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take me home // mick schumacher

summary: with less than three hours before she becomes mrs. schumacher, y/n reflects on some of her favourite memories with mick.

pairing: mick schumacher x fem! reader

warnings: one minor sex scene, potential overuse of german pet names.

authors note: i swear to god ‘schatzi’ and ‘liebling’ are the two cutest pet names in the german language and if anyone ever uses them to refer to me i will melt.

munich, germany.

y/n sat at the vanity, wrapped in a pink silk robe. her hair was perfectly curled, falling down her back in tendrils. a simple diamond necklace rested it’s pendant in the hollow of her throat and she resisted the urge to fiddle with it.

the stunning white dress hung next to the mirror, white patent heels sitting stoically next to the gown.

in no more than three hours, she would be y/n schumacher.

and as excited as she was to marry mick, the absolute love of her life, the idea scared her, still felt unreal even though she knew that the german would be standing at the altar with sebastian and kevin, with his adorable wide eyed gaze on her the entire time.

y/n was trying not to cry, lest she ruin her makeup, which gina had spent so much time perfecting, as she recounted all the moments when she thought to herself ‘this could be it. mick schumacher could be the man that i marry’,

stockport, england. three years earlier.

“christ, mick, you do not have to drive me in this weather, i can find my own way home.”

the german scoffed. “come on, liebling. the rain is not that bad.”

the rain was definitely that bad, falling from the sky in sheaths. many people had abandoned their cars and decided to walk, or to catch the bus. mick and y/n had left the production of mean girls in london’s west end, and the rain had only gotten worse the closer to y/n’s home stockport that they went.

“i drive in conditions far less safe on a weekly basis’. the haas driver insisted. “we’ll be fine.”

she snorted. “I grew up in england, schumacher. i think i know more about the climate in stockport than you do.”

“if you’re scared, you can hold my hand.”

“not a chance.” y/n smiled as she slowly reached over the console to lace her fingers with micks. “but i’ll hold your hand anyways.”

the downpour showed no signs of letting up as mick and y/n drew closer to the y/l/n family home. mick was constantly amazed at how small stockport truly was, and how different y/n’s childhood must have been from his own, although she insisted that much of her finer years were spent in livelier, neighbouring manchester.

rain still pummeled the sports car’s metal roof as mick pulled his ferrari into y/n’s driveway, lights still on in the home’s living room window. upon seeing y/n’s father, mick froze.

“maybe this is as far as i go. if i drive away now, your dad won't see me.”

y/n chuckled. “he doesn’t hate you, mick. but in his defense, you did show up in a million dollar ferrari with a leather jacket, basically the epitome of every man my father told me not to date.”

mick leaned over the console of the car, pressing a kiss to y/n’s lips. “you’re so sexy when you use big words.”

“sexy enough that you’ll shield me from the rain while i make a mad dash for the front door?”

“whatever the lady wants.”

the young lovers got out of the car, squealed as the rain pelted them from all sides, mick eagerly pulling off his jacket to hold over his girlfriend’s head in an attempt to shield her from the spray.

by the time they reached the front porch, both millennials were soaked from head to toe.

“come here, schatzi, i want to try something.” mick grinned, baking into the rain

“mick, sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“you’ll see.” the german insisted, reaching for her hand.

laughing, y/n followed him into the rain as mick twirled her around before pressing a deep kiss to y/n’s lips.

in the middle of the pouring rain, as if he was in a nineties romantic comedy film.

“i’ve always wanted to do that.” the haas driver admitted with a giggle, resting his forehead against his lover’s.

geneva, switzerland.

y/n stood at the kitchen island, eighties rock music playing from her phone as she leaned over the cupcake tray in concentration, piping swirls of icing in the red and white haas colors onto the tops of each vanilla cupcake.

mick stood in the kitchen doorway, hair still damp from his post-workout shower as he watched his girlfriend bake. while y/n was distracted, mick came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to pepper her neck in kisses.

“hey, you.” y/n laughed, leaning into mick’s touch

“hi, liebling.” mick gushed, reaching for the tray.

as his hands were about to close in on a cupcake, y/n swatted his hand away.

“mick! those are for the guests.”

mick and y/n were hosting the haas f1 team’s annual season kickoff party, as mick was about to celebrate his second season in formula one. y/n was still relatively new to the formula one world, and she was eager to make a good impression on her boyfriend’s team.

“i just want one, babe.”

“you have to wait until guenther and kevin get here!”

“but guenther and kevin always arrive last!”

“that's the point, darling.”

mick groaned, burying his head in her neck before the song changed, and he pulled her away from the kitchen island. y/n extricate herself from his grip, letting mick take her hand and lead her where he wanted to go.

the couple now stood in the living room of the open-concept apartment, swaying together as ‘sweet emotion’ by aerosmith began to play. mick twirled her around, socked feet sliding across the hard wood as y/n giggled.

“mick, what are you doing?’ she laughed, looping her arms around his neck as mick pulled her close, resting his hands on her waist as the couple swayed together to the music.

“dancing with my girlfriend to her favourite aerosmith song.” the german answered simply, admiring the girl in front of him.

y/n was his personal angel, dressed in a cropped haas sweater and tight fitting jeans. she was always there for him, even when his race performance wasn’t where he wanted it to be.

she laughed, kissing mick. “walk this way’ is my favorite aerosmith song, loverboy.”

“close enough.” mick laughed, pulling y/n closer for a deeper, more sensual kiss. “can i have a cupcake now?”

“not a chance.”

cozumel, mexico.

mick schumacher was in pain.

in theory, spending the day at a beach in cozumel was a fantastic idea, until he came back to the hotel looking like a lobster with the mother of all sunburns on his back.

“babyyyy” mick whined. “i need you.”

y/n laughed, sauntering out of the ensuite bathroom dressed in one of mick’s salmon pink button down shirts and not much else, a bottle of aloe vera gel in her hand.

“i’m right here, baby.” she cooed, heart aching at the sight of her boyfriend lying face-down on the bed, his back and angry shade of pink that she knew must sting when the driver put pressure on it. “you poor thing.”

“as i recall,” mick groaned “mexico was your idea.”

“oh, come on you big baby.” she laughed, settling herself on the bed so she was straddling mick, squeezing the aloe onto her hands.

mick moaned under her touch as she massaged the sunburn gel into his back, nimble fingers making quick work and ensuring that the haas driver relaxed and still tried to enjoy his holiday, even while his back stung like hell.

“you’re too good to me, liebling.” mick mumbled as her fingers came up to his shoulders, massaging the tightened muscles while also working in the aloe. “you know, if my back wasn’t in so much pain right now, i would make love to you so hard.”

y/n giggled, wiping off her hands and moving to lie next to mick, one sunburnt arm over her shoulders. “sure, baby.” their foreheads are touching, and she brings a hand up to run it through mick’s hair.

“really, y/n. i’m going to marry you someday.”

geneva, switzerland. one week before the wedding.

“oh, mick.”

the room was dim, the only light coming from the scented candles that mick had lit, artfully placed around the room. scattered rose petals lay on the hardwood floor and the cotton duvet that was wrapped around the couple as y/n slowly bounced on mick’s cock, his length at the perfect angle inside of her.

she moaned loudly, back arched and head thrown back as she dug her fingers into her fiance’s shoulder blades. her skimpy silk nightdress was bunched over her hips, mick’s hands leaving impressions on her thighs as he held her close amidst the passionate love making, one nightgown strap falling down her shoulder and allowing one breast to tumble free of the fabric for mick to play with.

“you feel incredible, schatzi.” mick moaned, tilting his head back before meeting y/n’s lips in a somewhat sloppy kiss as he thrust upwards into her again, biting down on her lip gently.

“m-mick, i think i’m c-close” she managed to say through moans, breathing heavy as she held onto mick like her life depended on it

he kissed her shoulder gently, lovingly. “cum for me, baby. show me how good i make you feel.”

as they both came down from their highs, mick held his fiancee close, as if he was memorizing every curve of her body while she righted her nightdress, covering her chest.

mick had already memorized her body a long time ago.

“i can’t believe this is the last time we’re gonna do this before you legally make me yours.” y/n said dreamily, running her fingers through mick’s sweaty hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

y/n would leave for her hen week the following morning, and would be back from monte carlo just in time for the wedding. mick would be with seb, kevin, guenther and a couple of other drivers for his bachelor trip, which sebastian had turned into a three-day camping expedition. mick would come back sooner, to help prepare the final “day before” things for the wedding.

“you were mine way before i asked you to marry me.” mick corrected, pecking his fiancee on the lips. “and there’s no way that this was the last time. the last time will be the quickie we have before you leave tomorrow, when i fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to miss me because you can still feel my hands all over your body.”

he said it so innocently, but if she hadn’t still been straddling mick’s cock, y/n would have been clenching her thighs together.

“i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, mick schumacher.”

“why wait? we already spend every second of our lives together, why should anything change after we say our vows?”

y/n kissed him again, grinding down on mick’s lap. with a sly grin, mick flipped them both over so he hovered over top of y/n.

“the night is still young, my love. we have all the time in the world.”

munich, germany. the day of the wedding.

the knock on the door startled y/n out of her reverie. gina schumacher was standing on the other side, a giddy expression on her face.

“who’s ready to go and let my brother make her the happiest woman in the world?”

y/n laughed. “i just have to put the dress on. do you mind giving me a hand?”

once y/n was ready, the thick train of her wedding dress and veil trailing behind her, she took her father’s arm, walking down the aisle to ‘swing life away’ by rise against. she couldn't see much through the veil, but she could see mick standing at the altar with seb and kevin, who waved at her once they saw her.

fully situated at the altar, mick’s hands were shaking as he brushed the fabric of the veil away from y/n’s face.

“hello, husband.” y/n said quietly as the officiant began to speak.

“hi, wife.” mick grinned, glowing as he laced his fingers with hers, overjoyed to spend the rest of his life with the woman in front of him.

“i now pronounce you, mr and mrs schumacher! you may now kiss the bride !”

#mick schumacher x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #haas f1 team #precious german boy #f1 x y/n #mick schumacher x y/n #husband mick just became my new favourite thing #wedding saga bc there will defo be more #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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made in the a.m // alexander albon

summary: it started as a one night stand, and became so much more. a collection of the best and most important mornings in alex and y/n’s relationship.

pairing: alexander albon x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and morning sickness.

it was a relationship made up of moments like this. early mornings with limbs tangled together, noses buried in necks, arms around bodies. tired mornings that came after nights of passionate sex, or nights out with friends where they both drank too much.

it was a messy story at first, but it was theirs.

07:30 AM 

alex felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks. his body was worn down from the weekend of racing, and the drinks nicholas latifi had shared with him the night before obviously hadn’t helped.

the williams driver groaned, barely opening his eyes as he rolled over, before something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

she was wrapped in one of the cotton sheets, but not very well, as the driver got an incredible view of her backside as she bent over to collect her scattered clothes from the hotel room floor.

right.

that had happened.

alex ran his hands over his face, remembering vividly the night before. the feeling of her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, manicured fingernails digging into his tanned skin as he fucked her relentlessly on the cotton sheets. the way her voice sounded as she moaned his name.

he wasn’t even sure if he knew her name.

“you don't have to leave.” his voice was dry and raspy.

her eyes were wide as she jumped, dropping her bra and jeans as she clutched desperately at the thin sheet around her body. “sorry.” she said softly. her voice was prettier than alex remembered it being.

but he also wasn’t sure if they spent any time talking before they ripped each other’s clothes off.

“i’m actually really new to the whole ‘one night stand’ thing.”

alex’s worry softened. he too was new to the one night stand thing. more important drivers like max and carlos had one night stands all the time. or at least, they did before they met their girlfriends.

chicks didn't care as much about the drivers that rarely ever made the points.

or the ones that red bull didn’t want.

“that’s okay, because believe it or not, i don’t really ever do this either.”

y/n managed a smile. “so where do we go from here?”

“we re-introduce ourselves like last night ever happened?”

easier said than done when all that stood between alex, y/n, and being completely naked were cotton hotel bed sheets.

she extended her hand. “I’m y/n.”

“alex. alex albon.”

08:10 AM

it was another morning just like the first one, except it was different. this morning had been preceded by a late night movie and a walk around piccadilly square rather than shots taken in a club where neither party knew the other’s name.

when alex woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, just like the first time.

except this time, y/n’s overnight bag was still there, the tote bag knocked over to spill its contents out on the floor of the driver’s london apartment. he could hear music from the other room, a content smile on his face as he slipped out of of bed.

y/n was in the kitchen, lost in her own little world as she tried to mix homemade pancake batter using a recipe she found on her phone, ‘wannabe’ by the spice girls blasting out of the tinny speakers.

alexander smiled to himself, noting the moment permanently in his mind before walking quietly across the hardwood floors so that he could sneak up on his lover.

once he was within poking distance, alex reached out with a smile and clapped his hands on y/n’s shoulders, making her squeal in shock before spinning around and playfully smacking alex in the chest, leaving a flour handprint in the middle of his t-shirt.

“alexander!” she scolded “don’t do that!” she pretended to be angry, but y/n was laughing just as much as alex was.

“i’m so sorry!” alex giggled. “i just couldn’t help myself. watcha making?”

“pancakes.”

as y/n turned back to the glass mixing bowl, alex dipped his hand into the flour bag, sealing a handful of the white powder in his hand before dropping it on y/n’s hair.

“alexander albon!

“that’s karma for my shirt, babe.”

she spun around, face covered in flour, a wide smile on her features. “you’re suh a fuckin dork, you know that, right?”

alex smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to her flour-covered forehead. “i think you’ve told me once or twice.”

“well, thanks to you, i’m gonna need a shower.”

alex raised an eyebrow suggestively. “is there room for one more?”

“why don’t you follow me and find out?”

03:48 AM

she had always hated storms, ever since she was little.

which is how she found herself sitting up in bed at three in the morning, her entire body shaking as she listened to another crack of thunder outside.

it’s just thunder, it can’t hurt you.

“y/n?” alex’s voice was soft. “sweetheart, what’s wrong? have you been crying?”

the williams driver sat up in bed, reaching for his girlfriend, wiping some of the tears from under her eyes before moving to sit so that her back was pressed up against his chest, his chin against the top of her head. “everything’s okay, baby.”

“i’m scared of storms.” she said quietly, before another clap of thunder ripped through the air. y/n squealed, and alex held her tighter.

“hey, hey.” he whispered soothingly. “i’m right here, sweetheart. you’re safe, okay.”

alex shifted so that they were both lying down again, and he pulled the duvet and blankets overtop the pair of them so that they were both cocooned in the goose-down fabric. he held y/n close, comforting her every time another clap of thunder ripped through the air, keeping his arms wrapped as tightly around y/n as he could.

10:54 AM 

it was a late morning for both of them, clothes still scattered around the apartment, leaving a trail towards the bedroom. the bedsheets were in disarray, duvet on the floor and thin cotton wrapped around both nimble bodies, her face tucked into his chest.

they woke up slowly, a picture of pure domestic bliss as alex opened his arms to allow y/n to snuggle further into his side.

he kissed her on the forehead, and then reached for her hand, running his finger over the diamond engagement ring that sat on her middle finger.

“good morning, mr. albon.” y/n said sleepily, looking down at their interlocked hands, bringing them to her lips to press a kiss to alex’s knuckles.

“good morning, future mrs. albon.”

as he kissed her, all alex could think was: this is it. this is what i want for the rest of my life

07:27 AM

the bed was empty again. alexander knew he should have been used to it by now: his fiancee was an early riser while he preferred to lie in bed until there was no other option. but this morning, something was different.

“y/n? babe?” he called, out, sitting up nervously. he couldn’t explain it, but something felt wrong.

and when he saw the light on in the bathroom, coupled with the sound of someone throwing up, he was on his feet in an instant, pulling a sweatshirt over his head as he made a mad dash for the half-closed ensuite door.

y/n was crouched in front of the porcelain toilet bowl, manicured hands clutching at the seat as she coughed and retched. she looked paler than normal, and the sight made alex’s heart sink as he knelt behind her, combing her uncombed hair out of her face.

“it’s okay, y/n. i’m right here, you’re okay.”

he sat with her for another ten minutes while she threw up, massaging her shoulders and rubbing soothing circles on her back. when y/n sat back and flushed the toilet, alex caught a glimpse of her tired, sickly face, and his heart broke as he held her close.

“alex. . .” she said slowly. “my period is two weeks late.”

at first, the words didn’t register in the driver’s mind, he just sat with y/n on the tile floor, drawing shapes in the flesh on her forearm with the pads of his fingers.

when his brain finally caught up, he froze. “so what does that mean for us? is it possible you could be. . . “

he didn't want to finish the question. 

didn't want to get his hopes up in case she wasn’t.

alex went out later, and with y/n’s guidance, managed to get a clearblue test from tesco. they claimed to be the most accurate, and that’s what the young couple needed right now.

while his fiancee took the test, alex sat on the couch, nervously tapping his fingers against his thigh, staring at the silver band over his ring finger. 

when they first got engaged, y/n had insisted that alex got an engagement band that matched hers.

who was he to say no?

the bathroom door opened, and y/n tiptoed out, clutching the plastic test in her hand.

“i haven't looked yet. i wanted us to both find out at the same time.”

“okay.”

alex and y/n sat across from each other on the couch, the test on the cushion between them, face down as they stared at it.

“what do you want it to say?” y/n asked slowly

alex sucked in a breath. “what do you want it to say?”

y/n shook her head. “don’t give me that bullshit, alex. tell me how you truly feel before we look at this.”

“honestly? i want it to be positive, y/n. i want a family with you. yes, this is a little sooner than i thought it would be, but i don’t care.” he squeezed her hand. “you’re it for me. i’m all in.”

she nodded. “okay. i guess it’s time to see if that’s going to happen for us.”

“no matter what the test says, i’m always going to be right by your side.”

y/n flipped over the test, heart in her throat. she clenched her eyes shut, scared to look at the test herself. “alex, what does it say?”

alex laughed. “it’s positive, baby. i’m going to be a dad!”

y/n’s eyes flew open. “seriously?”

there was a massive smile on alex’s face as he passed her the test, her expression mirroring his.

in nine months, they would be welcoming baby albon into the world, and neither of them could be happier.

06:58 AM

alex and y/n had gotten married in abu dhabi, the day after the driver’s championship title had been awarded. alex didn't win, in fact, he was so far from it, the idea had never formed in his mind.

but even though he hadn’t won in his sport, he had won in two other ways. he had married the love of his life, and in a few short months, he was going to welcome his beautiful baby boy into the world.

when he found out he was going to have a son, he cried for an hour, amazed that this was even an event that was happening in his life.

the winter break had just started, and the newlyweds were beyond happy t be back in london for christmas. their first christmas as a family of three. at least, they were counting it that way, even though baby albon hadn’t arrived yet.

“alex.” y/n’s voice was quiet, yet forceful as she tried to nudge her husband awake. “alexander!”

alex slowly tried to open his eyes. “baby, what the fuck? it’s too early for this.” he rolled over, eyes open but still half asleep. “what’s happening? is everything okay with the baby?”

y/n nodded, a bright smile on her face as she reached for his hand. “he just kicked!”

“what?” alex was fully awake now. “are you for real?”

his wife nodded emphatically, a broad grin on her face as alex’s eyes widened, and he placed a gentle hand on y/n’s baby bump.

seconds later, he felt the tiny ripple of a kick against his hand, and he thought he was going to cry all over again.

“oh my god.” he said quietly, breaking out into a grin. “we did that.”

y/n laughed, running her fingers through his hair as the driver leaned down to the baby bump, placing a kiss right above y/n’s belly button.

“hey little guy. it’s your dad. i love you, and i can;t wait to meet you.”

he turned his head, looking up at y/n. “and i love you too, y/n. so fucking much.”

#alexander albon x reader #alex albon x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #williams formula 1 #i literally love him so much #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris  was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched. 

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

“hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

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mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move. 

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time, 

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”

#lance stroll #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #lance stroll x reader #formula 1 #lance is a cutie who needs more love #lance stroll x y/n #aston martin f1 #yall are sleeping on my best canadian boy #formula one #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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night changes: the fic told through instagram

companion to night changes-lance stroll

pairing: lance stroll x female reader

y/n_y/l/n been too long since I got to hold you in my arms. I love you ❤️

comments

lancestroll ❤️

yourbestfriend where did mr tall mysterious and handsome whisk you away to this time ?

y/n_y/l/n paris!!

mickschumacher yo that stuffed animal is almost as tall as yuki!

sebastianvettel so you’re who he’s been facetiming in the garages all this time !!

fan1 they’re so cute I can’t even!!

lancestroll she said yes 💍

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estebanocon congratulations !!

y/n_y/l/n can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you my love 🥰💕

sebastianvettel so that’s why you’ve been ignoring my calls!! I’m so happy for both of you!

lawrencestroll welcome to the family y/n !

astonmartinf1 💚

y/n_strulovitch see you soon, baby strulovitch 🤍

comments

yourbestfriend OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

sebastianvettel congratulations!!

lancestroll this is the best gift you could have given me, my love ❤️

y/n_strulovitch I can’t wait to meet our little one 🥰

estebanocon our lancey is all grown up !! he’s gonna be such a great dad, so happy for you both

astonmartinf1 are we looking at the ultrasound of a future world champion?

lancestroll baby stroll is going to be the best driver of their generation

y/n_strulovitch keep telling yourself that, baby

#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #formula one x reader #ig aus #instagram au #lovelytsunodas one direction series #night changes

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kiss you: the fic told through instagram

companion to kiss you - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x female reader

landonorris three months in and she’s done enough repairs that my mclaren is a whole new car…love you darling :)

comments

danielricciardo still don’t understand why you can’t change your own tyres…

y/n_y/l/n believe me I’ve tried to teach him but he doesn’t learn

maxfewtrell help somebody I’ve been replaced by y/n

y/n_y/l/n its not much but its honest work. love you too, baby <3

carlossainzjr i hope she can cook better than u ... youve probably never eaten as well in your life

landonorris yes, in multiple contexts y/n_y/l/n lando sweetie, go touch some grass

y/n_y/l/n you know where you are? you’re in the jungle baby !!

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landonorris ❤️

user4 omg I love her

mclaren it was a pleasure having you in the garage with us! we hope you decide to come back in the future : )

yourbestfriend maimi babyyyyy

danielricciardo hey lando how does it feel to know that your grilfriend has better music taste than u

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #ig aus #formula one x reader #lovelytsunodas one direction series #kiss you

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ONE DIRECTION! series masterlist

night changes//lance stroll

they met by chance. call it a happy accident. this is their story. (an overview of moments in lance and y/n's relationship)

kiss you // lando norris

she found him by the side of the road. literally. from there, it was true love (the four times lando norris realized he was madly in love)

baby, we’re perfect // yuki tsunoda

the shyest driver on the grid and the even shyer girl who works at the bookstore. a match made in awkward and adorable heaven. featuring wingman pierre.

made in the a.m // alexander albon

what started as a one night stand quickly becomes so, so much more. or, the most important mornings in alexander and y/n’s relationship

take me home // mick schumacher

with just three hours to go until she becomes mrs. schumacher, y/n reflects on her favourite moments with mick.

that one thing // pierre gasly

when romeo met juliet. a classic love story with the added twist of racing, loss, and las vegas. (wolff! reader)

what makes you beautiful // daniel ricciardo

as contract season approaches and his future with mclaren isn’t so clear any more, daniel retreats to the austrian alps for some soul searching, where he meets a jaded woman who was left at the altar and decided to weather her honeymoon alone.

#lovelytsunodas masterllist #lovelytsunodas one direction series #formula one x reader #wedding saga #SoundCloud

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instagram aus!

one direction series

social media companions for the series that started it all!

night changes (lance) kiss you (lando) baby we're perfect (yuki) take me home (mick) made in the a.m (alex)

katy perry series!

social media companions for the wilder, kitschy series

starstrukk (zhou x vasseur!reader) shut up and put your money where your mouth is (oscar x reserve driver reader)

tasia's birthday celebration

a collection of smaus to celebrate my birthday!

lance stroll || mick schumacher || clement novalak

the ‘welcome to wherever you are’ verse

standalones!

standalone smaus that tell a self-contained story!

silver rain (george russell x j-actress reader)

lonely bitch (daniel ricciardo x ex-disney rockstar reader!)

book lovers (lance stroll x author reader)

mess is mine (colton herta x private reader)

pumpkin patch proposal (mick schumacher x fiancée reader)

couples costumes (clement novalak x micro-influencer reader)

hounds of love (yuki tsunoda x normal girl reader )

castle on the hill (lando norris x youtuber!reader)

it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas (oscar piastri x student!reader)

merry and bride (charles leclerc x fiancee!reader)

jolene (logan sargeant x parton! reader)

my sloppy new years kiss (liam lawson x piastri!reader)

the joshua tree (george russell x u2!reader)

tell it to my heart (jenson button x 2000s icon!reader)

welcome to wherever you are (lance stroll x hutchence!reader) (part two)

warzone (zhou guanyu x pro boxer! reader)

life in the fast lane (miles teller x andretti indycar driver! reader)

#my fics through instagram #ig aus #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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sneak peak of baby we’re perfect - yuki tsunoda

y/n sat up nervously, staring at the grey and white cotton sheets where her lover should have been. her messy hair tumbled down her shoulders as she reached across the nightstand for the small metal hair clip sitting next to a picture of her and yuki from the previous year’s championship race in abu dhabi. yuki had placed fourth, his best result with alphatauri.

the bedroom door creaked open, and yuki tsunoda shuffled into the room, hair still messy, shirtless, and holding two warm mugs of hot chocolate filled with so much sugar that y/n guessed he boyfriend’s trainer would have had a heart attack.

“good morning, my love.” yuki’s voice was dry and raspy, the way it always was when he first woke up, his japanese accent out in full force.

y/n grinned, leaning forward in bed to grab a mug of hot chocolate before giving yuki a quick kiss.

as yuki slipped back into bed next to her, his own mug in hand, y/n wondered, how did she get so lucky?

#yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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for the final instalment of the one direction series i give you ‘what makes you beautiful’ where amid all of the contract uncertainty, daniel ricciardo escapes to the austrian alps and meets a jaded woman (y/n) who was just left at the altar by her fiancée and decided to weather the honeymoon alone. after realizing this, daniel offers to be the stand in for all the pre planned couple activities, falling madly in love in the process

#writing things maybe #lovelytsunodas one direction series