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⭑ = fan favorite
💜 = personal favorite
Missing Home missing home ⭑ 💜
Charles has to leave you and your two-year-old daughter for over a month to race. He struggles with being gone a lot more than he expected to.
Highs & Lows
Charles' season starts off strong, but after unreliable engines and bad strategy calls, the championship began to slip from his fingers.
In the Dark ⭑
Charles is in need of comfort after a rough weekend on track
Kissing Santa Claus Christmas '22/missing home ⭑ 💜
Charles dresses up as Santa at the end of the year gala, but your little Juliette catches you kissing Santa.
Weekend Away missing home 💜
Juliette spends the weekend at grandma’s for the first time, leaving you and charles alone to catch up and reminisce.
Christmas Miracle Christmas '22/missing home
Turns out, Christmas miracles are real after all.
Choices
a separate masterlist for this story as there will be several chapters!
Chaotic Christmas Time christmas '22
Carlos decides its time to introduce you to his family for the first time, but it's not a Sainz family gathering without a bit of chaos.
Stormy Nights
your son gets scared during a thunderstorm and toto comforts him
Alone for Christmas christmas '22
toto thinks that he will be spending his Christmas all alone like he usually does, however you have other plans.
Bad Dreams, Bad Dreams, Go Away
Too much time away from Adeline and Alexander brings up horrible nightmares for Toto.
Nothing Beats First Place ⭑
George wins his first ever Grand Prix and you were lucky enough to be there to witness it.
My Biggest Gift is You christmas '22
George finally decides he's ready to spend the rest of his life with you.
nothing yet
Flowers, Horses, and Miracles ⭑
You and Mick are happily married, however there is something missing.
Snowflake Kisses Christmas '22 💜
A family walk with Angie in the snow makes you realize just how grateful you are for this life you live.
A Season to Forget
Being the son of Michael Schumacher, people are constantly comparing Mick to Michael. During a rough season where people are questioning his talent, things between Amelia and Mick get rocky as he tries to fight for his spot in Formula 1
In Sickness & In Health 💜⭑
I have made a separate master list for this story as it will be a pretty lengthy story ! It is linked up above!
Ice Ice Baby Christmas '22
You and Pierre post your ice skating adventure to instagram, causing people to speculate your relationship.
Nothing Like the Other Girls
After being secret for two years, you and pierre decide it's time for you to enter the paddock, but is the pressure of being Pierre's girl too much to handle?
Open When ⭑ 💜
With Daniel traveling to race and you being stuck at home to work, Daniel gives you 8 letters to make the distance a little easier.
Is it Over Yet?
After a tough day on the track, Daniel finds himself losing control of his emotions in the middle of the paddock.
Bringing the Holidays Home Christmas '22
Canada gets hit with a huge snow storm, meaning that nobody can fly in or out, which also means you can't go home for the holidays like you always did. Lando finds a way to bring home to you for the holidays.
nothing yet
nothing yet
Home for the Holidays christmas '22
coming straight off of retirement, seb is able to spend his holidays at home for the first time since his children were born.
Leaving to Be With You
Clement announces his departure from MP Motorsports, leaving you confused as to why he would leave after assuring you he would stay.
You, Me, and the Upside Down Tree Christmas '22
You and Clem are decorating your new house for Christmas, but a faulty store bought tree turns into a memory you'll remember forever.
The Fans Can Wait
Marcus comes home and finds you sick in bed, insisting on postponing work to be with you.
Stuck in the Snow Christmas '22 💜
What was supposed to be the best Christmas ever, quickly turned into a nightmare for Dennis.
Sandman christmas '22
Brazil doesn't get any snow, but you have the sudden desire to build a snowman. with no snow.
I know it has been nearly a month since I last posted a story and for that, I'm sorry.
life has been crazy busy and I barely have time for myself lately however I'm going to try to make it a goal of mine to at least write for 20 minutes a day!
with that being said, I will no longer be following a posting schedule and I will be posting whenever I have a piece finalized !
finally over this weird sickness that i’ve had all week, will be writing tonight:) i’m going through my requests as well as working on chapter 9 of arthur and chapter 4 of carlos❤️
I'm not going to lie to you all, I've had 0 motivation to write anything and have not written anything in about 2 weeks. I wrote so much in so little time for December that I feel like my writer brain is burnt out:( I think I'm going to take this week off and plan ahead what I want to write:) feel free to leave requests in my inbox, maybe that will bring me some motivation!
-> Toto thinks that he will be spending his Christmas all alone like he usually does, however you have a change of plans.
word count: 1405
warnings: not proof read, ends quickly ish?
A/N: this is the first of many Toto Wolff fics on this account
As you stood on top of the welcome mat that was placed in front of his front door, you felt yourself growing incredibly anxious.
As you stood on top of the welcome mat that was placed in front of his front door, you felt yourself growing incredibly anxious.
Your relationship with Toto wasn’t really labeled or defined by any means, the two of you had only occasionally shared a dinner together or even a small kiss or two- but it was obvious that both of you wanted so badly to put a label on it, to become so much more than just general company from time to time.
Towards the end of the final post season testing session of the year, you had run into Toto, asking him how his weekend had been, as well as what he had planned for christmas.
When Toto had informed you that he would be alone for Christmas due to the fact that both Ben and Rosa would be with their mother for the holidays, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
Although you typically spent the holidays alone- something that you were used to since moving to the UK for work- you could see the sadness in Toto’s eyes when he mentioned his Christmas plans.
It was in that moment that you had decided to spend Christmas day with Toto, hence why you were currently standing on his front porch, a gift in hand as you anxiously tapped your foot, trying to build up enough courage to ring his doorbell.
After standing on his porch for nearly five minutes, you brought your shaky hand up to the doorbell, pressing it gently as you heard the echo of the doorbell ring throughout his home.
You watched through the small window on the door as Toto peaked from behind the curtain before unlocking the door and opening it up. “y/n? What are you doing here? It’s Christmas, shouldn’t you be spending time with your family?”
You laughed a little and shook your head. “I haven’t celebrated with my family in years, Toto. I came here to celebrate with you”
Toto smiled a little, the gesture almost melting his heart. “Really?”
You nodded and smiled up at him. “Of course. Nobody should spend the holidays alone, Toto.”
Toto smiled softly, stepping out of the way so you could come inside. “Sorry, I know it isn’t too christmas-y in here, Ben and Rosa haven’t had much time to come over and decorate so our tree looks a little sad this year…” he said, his smile fading slightly as he looked over at the tree that was tucked in the corner, only a handful of ornaments hanging from the limbs of the tree.
“It’s more than I have decorated, I usually don’t decorate”
Toto looked at you, his eyebrows raised “You don’t decorate for christmas?”
You shook your head and sat on the couch beside Toto, turning your body to face him a bit. “Nope, I do my best to spend as little time at home as humanly possible, so I don’t exactly have the time to decorate it”
Toto looked at you, almost as if he had gathered more from that statement than you had intended to share. “Why is it that you avoid home so much?”
You laughed a little, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “It’s quiet and lonely in my apartment, I hate the quiet, it reminds me of how little people I have in my life.. But that’s what I get for pursuing my dreams, you know? People didn’t support my wishes of becoming something as a female in motorsport so they just sort of… cut off all contact, I guess.”
Toto put his large hand on top of your two small, yet fidgeting hands. “That’s awful…”
You shrugged, looking up at him, his chocolate brown meeting yours. “I don’t let it get to me too much. At the end of the day, I have my dream job and I live in one of the prettiest cities I've ever laid my eyes on. The loneliness sucks but it’s just the price I pay”
Toto rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, trying to think of what to say next. “You don’t have to be alone all of the time, you know. You only live what, like five minutes from here? My door is always open for you if you want a little bit of company”
You smiled a little, squeezing Toto’s hand slightly. “Thank you, Toto. I appreciate it. The same goes for you, of course.”
Toto smiled and got up off of the couch, making his way towards the kitchen. “C’mon, I have some dinner in the oven, I hope you like lasagna, it’s what I make every christmas. If not, I can always make something else”
“No I love lasagna, lasagna is great” you said, getting off of the couch and following Toto to the kitchen.
“Perfect, what type of wine do you want with dinner tonight then?” he asked, grabbing two wine glasses out of the cupboard and placing them onto the counter. “I have red, white, and rose. Your choice”
You shrugged, leaning against the counter. “I don’t drink wine much so you get to pick this time”
Toto chuckled a little, his smile from when he greeted you at the door finally replacing the frown he had from looking at his christmas tree. “Red wine pairs nicely with lasagna in my opinion” he said as he grabbed the bottle of red wine off of his small wine rack he had sitting on the counter. He popped the cork out before pouring some of the red liquid into both glasses, placing them both onto the dinner table after he did so. “I’m sorry the table isn’t set, I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”
You laughed a little and placed your hand on Toto’s arm. “Stop apologizing, Toto. Everything is perfect, seriously” you said with a smile before sitting down in the seat just across from him.
Toto scooped himself some lasagna out of the pan before handing it over to you, allowing you to grab your own serving.
The two of you sat in silence for the first couple of minutes of dinner, both enjoying the lovely homemade lasagna that Toto had prepared. Occasionally the two of you would share a quick glance or smile, indicating that you were thankful for the company.
“Do you remember the Austrian GP this year.. More specifically the after party?”
You smiled a little as you remembered the kiss you and Toto had shared that night, both of you a little bit tipsy, but both of you enjoying the kiss. “It would be impossible to forget, Toto.”
Toto nods, taking another bite of his Lasagna before speaking again. “I think about that night often, you know. You were the first woman I ever had the desire to kiss since my divorce five years ago. I’m not quite sure why I've caught these feelings for you, but I have, and it’s hard for me to deny it.”
You nodded a little, resting your hand on top of his. “I know, me too, but with our positions and roles at Mercedes… both of us could lose our jobs if we move forward with this…”
“Not necessarily” Toto stated, his eyes finding yours with a smug smile on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“You are my co-CEO which means you are at the same level of the company as I am. The only reason why the two of us becoming a couple would be unacceptable is if you were a mechanic. So, there really is no issues with us becoming a couple.” he shrugged
“You don’t think the FIA would-”
“The FIA has no control over the relationships inside of Mercedes, nor do they have control over my relationship. Plus, they won’t find out about it until we are ready for them to find out about it”
You smiled a little “Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Toto Wolff?”
Toto laughed a little “I don’t know, is it?”
“I think it is”
“Well then yes, yes it is. Do you accept?”
You laughed a little, shaking your head at how comedic this whole situation was. “I guess I do, mr. wolff.”
Toto smiled, pulling you into a gentle kiss. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”
You kissed him back and then laughed, pointing to the white table cloth that was now drenched in red wine. “Is it though?”
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-> After opening up about her fears and worries, Carlos promises Rosa that he will be by her side every step of the way.
warnings: mentions of sex, one night stand, rough upbringing, pregnancy
word count: 1.6k
a/n: ok but maybe I cried a little
The moment those words had fallen so casually from Rosa’s lips, the room had fallen silent.
Carlos didn’t say a word.
Rosa didn’t say a word.
The only sound that echoed between the four walls of her bedroom was their breathing. Rosa’s was fast and shaky.
Carlos’ was calm and steady.
Rosa wasn’t sure when Carlos had paused the movie, she hadn’t noticed it until just now, when she had managed to catch a glance over at the screen which was completely still.
The silence wasn’t awkward, nor was it comfortable- it was almost as if it was a mutual silence, one that both of you had settled upon together, neither knowing what to say or do next.
Rosa didn’t want to say anything else out of fear of overwhelming Carlos- the news she had thrown on him was already big enough.
Carlos didn’t want to say anything out of fear of upsetting Rosa- he wasn’t quite sure what was ok to ask and what was better left in his head.
After lying in each other's arms, silent as mice for nearly twenty minutes, Rosa sat up, removing her arms from Carlos’ torso as she went to climb out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Carlos asked, his gaze following hers as she walked towards the bedroom door.
“I can’t sit in silence any longer, my head is going to explode. I’m gonna go grab something to drink, do you want anything?” she asked, turning around to face Carlos for the first time since telling him the news.
Carlos looked into her eyes from across the room- he could see the exhaustion and the fear already present despite only learning her fate an hour or two prior. Carlos wanted her to open up to him, but also knew that she would do it on her own time and that he couldn’t force it. This was a waiting game, he would have to be patient and give her the time that she needed, even if he didn’t want to. “Come lay back down, i’ll go get us some drinks and snacks, sound good?”
Rosa looked at him for a moment, almost as though she was hesitant at his offer, but she eventually caved and made her way back to the now vacant bed as Carlos had moved over towards the door. “Carlos?” she said quietly, stopping him before he had even opened the door.
“Yeah?”
“There is a small packet of paperwork on the table by my purse, if you bring it up here I’ll explain what I do know to you, though there isn’t much at the moment, so I can’t promise I can answer all of your questions, but i’ll answer as many as I can, ok?”
Carlos nodded a little, shooting her a gentle smile before walking out the door and closing it gently behind him.
Carlos made his way down the stairs and quickly looked through the cabinets for some snacks. He stood there for a moment, running through all of his options before pulling out his phone and googling what snacks were best for pregnant women- he wanted to make sure that Rosa was taking care of herself and the baby the best she could, since it was obvious she was under an immense amount of stress.
Reading that nuts, greek yogurt, and berries were among the top ten best foods for pregnant women, Carlos grabbed a jar of peanuts out of the pantry and then headed over to the fridge to grab blueberries and some greek yogurt as well as two small bottles of orange juice.
Carlos placed all of the items on a tray as well as the packet of paper work before carrying the tray up the stairs, careful not to trip on his way up, something he was prone to doing from time to time.
When he reached your bedroom door, he gently knocked, wanting to make sure it was ok for him to come in, rather than barging in and invading Rosa’s space. After a loud ‘come in’ echoed out into the hallway, Carlos opened the door and walked in, placing the tray down on the dresser. “Ok so, I googled what the best snacks for pregnant women are and nuts, berries and greek yogurt were top of the list, I brought you all three because I wasn’t exactly sure what you would be in the mood for, if you don’t want any of these, that’s fine too, just tell me what you want and I can go get it for you” he said, a proud smile on his face as he looked at her.
Rosa looked up at Carlos, almost as if she was frozen, unable to form a sentence. Instead, she burst into tears.
Carlos' smile faded and he walked over to her, sitting on the bed. “Cariño I didn’t mean to make you cry…i’ll bring the food back downstairs just tell me what you want…”
Rosa shook her head, putting her hands up to her face as she continued to sob, still unable to form a proper sentence.
Carlos pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed her back gently, kissing the top of her head occasionally as he did so. Carlos refrained from saying another word out of fear of upsetting Rosa any further.
When Rosa had finally collected herself and calmed down a bit, she looked pulled from the hug and wiped her tears away with her sleeve. “I-im sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like that… it’s just… what you did is really sweet… the fact that you care that much about me and well… my baby its just…it’s really sweet of you Carlos”
Carlos tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear before wiping a few of her stray tears away. “Of course I care about you, both of you. I want to make sure you are both taken care of as much as I can, if it takes any weight off of your shoulders, i’m happy to do it, cariño. Always. Now do any of these three sound good?”
Rosa sniffled and nodded a little. “Can I have the blueberries please?”
Carlos nodded and handed her over the small dish of blueberries he had brought up as well as her orange juice just in case. “Anything else you want off of this tray?”
Rosa looked over and noticed the packet sitting underneath the jar of peanuts and she gave a small nod. “Hand me the packet, please?” she asked, holding her hand open for the packet.
Carlos nodded, grabbing it off the tray and passing it to her before he sat back down on the bed again.
“You can ask me anything, you know. I know you have questions, I want to be as honest with you as I can be..”
Carlos nodded a little, eating a few peanuts out of the jar. “How far along are you? Do you know that yet?”
Rosa nodded a little, picking through the bowl of blueberries. “Four weeks”
Carlos put another peanut in his mouth, his mind wandering off to what could have possibly happened four weeks ago. “Monaco…” he whispered, finally putting two and two together.
“Yup… Monaco.” Rosa whispered, looking down at her bowl of blueberries.
“Do you… nevermind” Carlos said quietly, looking back down at the jar of peanuts.
“Do I know how it happened? Yeah, I do. I hooked up with some random guy in the bathroom of Jimmyz.. It’s horrible, I know”
Carlos shook his head, his hand resting on Rosa’s knee gently. “It’s not horrible. Everyone does it, you were drunk, you didn’t know any better”
Rosa sighed and put her blueberries onto her nightstand. “It is horrible, Carlos. I have no idea who the guy is, no idea what he looks like, what his name is, I was too drunk to even know my own name. My child is going to grow up without a father just like I did… It was the one thing I never wanted for my future children and now look at me… my mistake is going to make my child’s life a living hell… I’m a horrible mother already…”
Carlos shook his head and sat directly in front of Rosa, tilting her chin up with his pointer finger, looking right into her eyes. “Cariño” he whispered, his hand traveling to rest on her cheek. “You are a wonderful mother already. The fact that you are worried about your child growing up without a father, proves that. In terms of the father situation, while your child might not have its biological dad, it will have me, that I can promise you. I might not be its father, but I will be here every step of the way to help you raise him or her. I won’t let you do this alone, Rosie. Please, let me help you do this… let me take some weight off of your shoulders…” he whispered, almost as if he was begging her. “Let me sit with you at the appointments, let me get your random cravings at 3am, let me build a nursery in our home, let me hold your hand while you bring your child into this world…”
And just like that, the waterworks had begun once more. Rosa fell into Carlos’ arms, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she allowed herself to have yet another break down.
Carlos was right.
As always, Carlos was there to catch Rosa, comfort her, and help her calm down once again. Just as he had always done ever since the pair met.
Once again, Carlos had picked Rosa up off her feet.
Once again, Carlos had saved Rosa.
Soon enough, Carlos would do the same for the little boy or the little girl growing inside of Rosa.
The baby wouldn’t have its father, but it would certainly have Carlos, and that was good enough for her.
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-> coming straight off of retirement, Seb is able to spend his holidays at home for the first time since your children were born.
word count: 1052
warnings: none, soft, fluffy seb content!
A/N: I loved writing this so much
For the past couple of years, the holidays have been both your favorite and least favorite time of the year.
For the past couple of years, the holidays have been both your favorite and least favorite time of the year.
You loved decorating your home with all of the cozy christmas decor, allowing your three children to add their own special touches here and there.
You loved sitting on the couch, all three kids piled in your lap as you watched the grinch, which was by far your children’s favorite holiday movie.
You loved watching the way your children’s faces light up as they watched the snow fall, each of them growing eager to get outside to build snowmen and make snow angels in the soft snow.
You loved buying all of the gifts for your children, knowing how much they would love each and every gift as they unwrapped it.
However, every year without fail, there was always one thing missing- Seb.
With a busy career in Formula 1, Seb was hardly ever home. It was probably partially your fault, you had wanted to remain living in Switzerland, even though the Aston Martin factory was in the UK. This made it incredibly difficult for Seb to come home in between races, as he oftentimes had to go straight to the factory and then right to the next race shortly after that.
This season in particular had been extra tough. With Aston Martin building a horrible car- one that barely made it past p15 on a good weekend- it meant more debriefs, more nights in the garage trying to find areas to improve, and more time away from home.
Your children had noticed Sebastian’s absence, your oldest specifically. In previous years, seb had usually come home for at least a night or two a week, but this year he would go weeks without coming home for a visit.
By the seventh race of the season, Seb had very quickly lost the desire to be in the race car. He hated being away from you and the kids, missing out on all of the little things in their lives. He hated how much of a struggle it was to even get the car to the finish line most weekends. He hated the embarrassment that came with bad result after bad result, feeling as though maybe he had lost his talent, even though everyone knew it was in fact his car that was the problem.
When Sebastian had called you randomly one night and mentioned the desire to retire, you were a bit shocked. Sebastian had only turned 35 the week prior, which was still considerably young in the formula 1 world.
Sebastian had assured you that it was what he wanted, but even after hanging up the phone, you were sure it was just a spur of the moment idea after a bad result.
When Sebastian had finally announced his retirement from Formula 1, you still hadn’t believed him. How could he so easily just walk away from something that he had spent his entire life doing- with seemingly no emotion about leaving the sport.
But after seeing him come through the front door after being away from home for two months, you had very quickly realized the toll it had taken on your husband.
His last race was incredible- he had an excellent qualifying run, somehow finding pace in his tractor of a car. He had a pretty simple race, battling it out with a few of the other cars on track, but not really having to put up a fight for the most part.
When he crossed the line tenth, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that he was able to score his last point in his last race in the sport. It was a great weekend all in all.
Flash forward almost a month later and for the first time since meeting Seb, he was home for the entire holiday season.
Sebastian had helped you and the kids decorate the house for Christmas for the first time, watching as the kids put their ornaments on their tree.
Sebastian had cuddled up on the couch with the four of you, watching the grinch way past the children’s bed time.
For the first time, Sebastian had seen the glow of the children’s faces as they saw snow fall from the grey clouded sky, your two daughters practically begging seb to build snowmen with them- which he in fact did.
Sebastian helped you pick out the presents, he even helped you wrap all of them too- something that you had previously done completely alone.
Christmas morning had rolled around, the kids had finished opening all of their gifts, your son needing help to do so as he was only two years old and didn’t fully understand the concept of unwrapping presents.
As you sat back on the couch, your legs resting in Sebastian’s lap while you sipped on your cup of coffee, you watched the three children play with their new toys, getting along quite well while doing so.
“I think retiring was the best decision I could have possibly made. Part of me wishes I would have done it sooner” Seb whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder gently.
“Why is that?” you asked, turning your attention from the children on the floor over to seb.
“I missed out on this so many years in a row. I mean, I was here for christmas day, but never for the entire process that goes into christmas, you know? I can’t believe I never got to watch the kids do the simplest thing like decorate christmas cookies or build snowmen.. I just feel like I've missed out on so much..”
You placed your hand on seb’s cheek and nodded. “I know. But you’re here now, that’s all that matters.”
Seb smiled a little and looked up at you, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that”
“Well… we could have another… then I can be here for every single first…”
You laughed and rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your coffee. “Yeah but what if you decide to pull a Michael Schumacher and go back?”
“Oh that won’t be happening”
“Michael said the same thing, you know”
“Yes but I’m not Michael. Will you at least consider it?”
You laughed and kissed his cheek. “Sure, i’ll consider it”
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chapter 3 of carlos’ story will be uploaded tomorrow! 💜 i know i said i wouldn’t be uploading it this week, but i don’t have anything to post tomorrow so i thought i’d share chapter 3 early💜💜
-> Carlos decides its time to introduce you to his family for the first time, but it's not a Sainz family gathering without a bit of chaos.
word count: 2426
warnings: not proof read
A/N: Carlos being overprotective... wowza
As you stood in the mirror at the end of the hallway, you stared back at your own reflection, trying to find any possible imperfection in your outfit, makeup, and hair.
As you stood in the mirror at the end of the hallway, you stared back at your own reflection, trying to find any possible imperfection in your outfit, makeup, and hair.
You had been dating Carlos for nearly six months now, but due to all of the traveling and chaos that comes with being an F1 driver, he had never had the opportunity to introduce you to his family- until tonight.
Every year, Carlos’ parents held a christmas party for the entire Sainz family to attend and this year, you were lucky enough to have gotten an invite. When Carlos had first sprung the idea on you, you were a bit hesitant. After all, you would be meeting his entire family at this party- not just his parents and siblings- but after a bit of convincing on Carlos’ end, you had finally agreed.
You had spent a good chunk of the past two or so weeks trying to put together the perfect outfit for this special occasion. You had gone to several different stores, searching for something that spoke to you. It wasn’t until late last night when you had gone to the last store you could think of that you finally found the perfect dress.
The dress was a dark green- one that matched your skin tone perfectly- and fell just above your knee. The sleeves were puffed, giving it a more formal look, but not too formal, which was exactly what you were going for.
After finding the dress, you were on a time crunch to find a matching pair of shoes to complete the outfit. Thankfully enough, you had found a pair of nude heels in the window of the store right next to the one you purchased the dress from, and they had matched the dress almost perfectly.
As you stared into the mirror, you had begun to get lost in your thoughts.
What if they don’t like me?
What if they convince Carlos I’m not the one for him?
What if they think I'm bad for him?
“You’re in your head again, mi amor. They’re going to love you, I promise” Carlos said as his hands sat perfectly on your waist while his lips pressed a gentle yet intimate kiss to the crook of your neck.
You smiled a little and looked at him through the mirror, your negative thoughts disappearing the moment your eyes met his. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about tonight”
Carlos spun you around so that you were facing him before placing both of his hands on your cheeks. “My family is so excited to meet you. They always ask about you when I call, they always mention how happy they are to see me so happy, they don’t care what you look like or how you dress, hermosa. All they care about is the fact that you make me happy, which you do, so they are also happy.”
You sighed and stared into his eyes for a moment, feeling a moment of comfort wash over you. “What if they don’t like me though? What if they think I'm not the girl for you…”
“Well if they so desire to think that, then they may, but I know you’re the girl for me, so I don’t really care what their opinions are”
You smiled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck gently, rubbing the back of his neck with your thumb. “You mean that? You wouldn’t dump me even if your family thought I was wrong for you?”
“Don’t be silly, darling. Of course I wouldn’t dump you. I love you and that’s all that matters, no?”
You nodded a little and kissed him gently, all of your nerves melting away for the few seconds that your lips were locked with his.
“Are you ready to go then, mi amor?” Carlos asked, holding his hand out to you.
“As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose,” you said as you took his hand.
You had spent the entire care ride to Carlos’ parents house fidgeting in some way- bouncing your leg, picking at your nails, twirling your hair- literally doing anything you could do to get your nerves to calm down just a little.
Carlos turned the car off and turned towards you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Remember what we talked about ten minutes ago?”
You nodded a little and looked up at him. “I know, it’s just overwhelming.. I have about 25-45 people in there that I have to please tonight.. It’s a lot at once, you know?”
Carlos smiled a little and squeezed your hand tightly. “If it helps you any, you’re the first girl I've ever brought home to meet my parents. I’ve never felt serious enough with anyone else to have my mother and father meet them.”
You smiled a little, looking back up into those beautiful brown eyes once more. “Really? I’m the first girl to meet your family?”
“Yes, the first and hopefully the last, too.”
You smiled a little and took a deep breath. “That’s sweet, guapo. Really sweet.”
Carlos placed a kiss on your temple before giving your hand another quick squeeze. “We should probably head inside now before my mom comes out here and drags us inside. What do you think?”
You laughed a little and unbuckled your seatbelt. “Let's get going then.”
The walk up the driveway to the front door was dark and a bit chilly- super cold, but cold for Spain’s standards. When the two of you approached the front door, Carlos opened it slowly, stepping inside before you, his hand still in yours as you followed closely behind him.
The whole house went crazy when he walked in, everyone swarming around him to give him a hug and say hello, breaking your hand apart from his which left you standing awkwardly by the front door.
You watched as a few of them glanced over at you, saying nothing with their eyes or their mouths as they did so. It made you nervous- really nervous.
When the chaos had finally calmed down and everyone had gotten their hugs and hellos from Carlos, Carlos walked over to you and grabbed your hand gently. “I’m sorry about that, hermosa. They can be a bit wild at times. Hand me your coat, I'll hang it up and then I'll introduce you to everyone, sounds good?”
You nodded and handed Carlos your sweater, watching as he hung it up on the coat rack beside his light jacket.
After hanging up the sweater, Carlos kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand before walking around the corner and into the living room where everyone was sitting. “Mama, papa, everyone else, i’d like you to meet my girlfriend, y/n.”
Reyes was the first person to get up off of the couch, making her way over to you quickly, pulling you into a hug before you even got the chance to say nice to meet you. “Oh darling, it’s so lovely to finally meet you. Carlos has said so much about you, you make him so happy and for that I am so grateful”
You smiled a little and hugged her back. “I try my best to make Carlos as happy as he makes me.. It’s nice to finally meet you, too. I can tell he gets a lot of his charm from you, Reyes.”
“Oh please, call me mama” Reyes said with a warm and inviting smile, making you feel welcomed into the family already.
“Welcome to the family, sweetie. It’s nice to finally meet the girl Carlos never stops talking about” Carlos Sr. said with a laugh. “Please, call me papa” he said as he held his arms out for a hug.
You smiled and gave him a hug, already feeling like you fit right in. “it’s nice to meet you too, papa.”
“Well, come on in, make yourself at home. Appetizers and drinks are in the kitchen, a little bit of a pre-warning, the Sainz family tends to get extremely chaotic at times, so beware of that. Other than that, enjoy, let me know if you need anything at all!” Reyes said with a smile before returning back to her seat on the couch.
Carlos came up behind you and put his hand on your waist gently. “Let's go see what mama made in the kitchen” he whispered, his hand traveling to find yours, interlocking them together.
You followed Carlos to the kitchen, looking around at all of the home decor that was displayed, including a few photos of Carlos when he was younger.
“Ah yes, mama made all of the good stuff. Are you hungry? Do you want a plate?”
You shook your head a little and gave Carlos a small smile. “No, I'm alright, thanks. I still feel like i'm going to throw up from being so nervous about meeting your family”
Carlos laughed a little and placed a quick peck on your lips. “They absolutely loved you, though. So you have nothing to be nervous about anymore, mi amor.”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around Carlos’ neck, forcing him to put his plate down. “I know, i’m not nervous now, but my adrenaline is still running high from all of the nerves I had five minutes ago”
Carlos put his hands on your waist and brushed your nose with his. “You know I think you’re turning me soft”
“Soft? What the hell does that mean?” you asked, the laughter you could no longer contain filling the kitchen.
“I never used to be so in love with a girl that I wanted to brush noses with her. They only do stuff like that in the cheesy romance movies”
You rolled your eyes and laughed before kissing him “you really have gone soft then, huh?”
Carlos laughed and grabbed your hand “come on, let's go find a place to sit out there”
You followed Carlos out to the living room where he was able to find one empty chair. When Carlos sat down, he patted his hand on his thigh, indicating for you to come sit down in his lap.
Once you sat down and adjusted your dress to make sure you weren't flashing anyone, you wrapped one of your arms around Carlos’ neck and turned your attention towards his family who had been talking amongst themselves for the most part.
“So, Y/N, how did you and Carlos meet?”
You smiled a little, taking a small sip of your wine before you were ready to answer his aunt’s question. “We met at the grocery store, actually. It’s a bit embarrassing, I had just moved back to Spain after living in London for a few years for work and I had run to the grocery store just down the road, I didn’t think I needed much, so I didn’t grab a buggy… cart.. Whatever they are called here” you said with a little laugh. “Carlos just so happened to be shopping at the same store, saw I was struggling with carrying all of my items and offered me to put my things in his cart. After that, he helped me put my things into my car and slipped his number into one of the bags…”
“Well, they don’t call him a smooth operator for nothing, I suppose,” his aunt said with a laugh.
You laughed a little and took another sip of your wine, feeling much more relaxed now than you had been all day.
“So what do you do for work, then? You mentioned you lived in london for work but now you moved back to spain”
“Well I was working as a finance lawyer in London, but I realized that it wasn’t the job I wanted to pursue any longer. It was only supposed to be a temporary job in the first place. Now, I’m doing some studies in hopes of becoming something in fashion…hopefully a designer of sorts”
“Carlos must have a type, this is the third girl he's had who has been involved in fashion. Wasn’t that girl.. What was her name.. Elizabeth? Wasn’t she a model and designer for a certain fashion brand?”
You smiled sadly, looking down at Carlos, waiting for him to respond.
“Tia, whoever I dated in the past is not relevant to now. Nobody compares to y/n, so stop trying to make comparisons, please.” Carlos said sternly, his grip on his drink getting tighter as he grew more and more frustrated.
“I’m sorry, Carlos. I didn’t mean it as a comparison. I just noticed a pattern, that’s all.”
You rubbed the back of his neck with your thumb in an effort to calm him down a bit. “It’s alright. Enough about my work though, I’d prefer not to talk about it on my days off, I think i’m going to go grab another glass of wine, Carlos would you mind showing me where you got this wine from?”
Carlos nodded and got up after you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen. When you got into the kitchen, the sounds of everyone talking amongst themselves finally turning into silence, you pulled Carlos close to you and placed a hand on his cheek. “What made you so upset out there? I’ve never seen you get angry at a comment like that before…”
Carlos sighed and placed his hands on your waist. “She tried to compare you to everyone before you, as if she even met them, which she didn’t. You are so unique and everything I feel with you is real… unlike the women before you. You are so different from all of my exes and I hate that she is trying to say you are similar..”
You smiled a little, noticing how overprotective Carlos was being not only of your feelings, but his too. “You and I both know the truth, that should be all that matters, right?”
Carlos nodded a little and sighed. “I’m sorry, my aunt usually always says something that gets on someone's nerves… I’m surprised the family hasn’t broken out into a fight yet”
Right after finishing his sentence, the entire living room burst into a shouting match, everyone yelling about something you couldn’t quite understand. Carlos shook his head and sighed before putting his wine glass back down. “I stand corrected… how about we get out of here and go get dinner somewhere else?”
You laughed and kissed him gently before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds perfect, let's go.”
->Canada gets hit with a huge snow storm, meaning that nobody could fly in or out, meaning you can't go home for the holidays like you always did. Lando finds a way to bring home to you for the holidays.
word count: 1422
warnings: Not proof read, probably super cheesy
A/N: I absolutely hate the way this turned out lol but here is a land fix, as promised.
As you looked out the window of your 5th floor office, you couldn’t help but think about how badly you wished you were back home in Canada, sitting on the couch with your nieces and nephews as you all sipped on some hot cocoa after building a snowman. It was a Christmas tradition- one that you had always done since your oldest niece, Taylor, was old enough to understand the concept of building a snowman.
Canada had gotten slammed with an intense snow storm, your hometown covered in around six feet of snow. It wasn’t unusual for Canada- snow storms were pretty common- but this was the first time that a snow storm would ruin your christmas.
Lando had agreed to finally go to Canada for Christmas this year, as the two of you had spent the previous two years in the UK with his family. As much as you loved spending the Holidays with the Norris family, you had missed your family back at home and couldn’t wait to go back.You had been anticipating this trip for nearly three months, booking the flight back in September once they had become available.
The trip had very quickly become even more important to you after finding out that you and Lando were expecting your first child back in early November- you planned on telling your entire family during this trip back home.
Lando had noticed how upset the cancellation of the flight made you. When you received the email late last night, you had completely shut down, not wanting to do anything at all for the rest of the night. He suggested watching a movie, setting up Christmas decor in your shared apartment, and even going down the road to your cookie shop for a late night cookie- but you were having no part of it.
The moment you had left for work that morning, Lando had decided he needed to do something, anything, to cheer you up. While there was no way he could get you home for the holidays, he was hoping that he just might be able to bring the holidays home to you.
Lando spent the entire day decorating the apartment from the kitchen, to the bathrooms, to even going as far as to decorate your home office, which you hardly ever used.
The kitchen was decorated with little gingerbread garland that he had found at the bottom of a tote, the garland being strung on the backsplash all around the kitchen. He had swapped the normal dishes out with the Christmas dishes, something he remembered you did every year. After that, he swapped the dish towels out with Christmas ones, as well as swapping all of the candles and soaps out with Christmas scented options.
After the kitchen was decorated to his liking, he moved to the bedroom. He had found a small tree hidden in the attic and set it up in the one empty corner of the bedroom. He changed the bed sheets out to the Christmas ones that had cute little snowmen on them. He strung up white christmas lights all around your room, knowing how much you loved cozy lighting- especially during the holidays.
Lando didn’t have much to decorate your office with, but he was able to find some random strands of tinsel, which he hung off of your desk as well as hanging some colored Christmas lights from the curtains.The bathroom took little time as all Lando had to do was change out the shower curtain and the soap scents, but he was proud of himself for being able to change the shower curtain without any help.
The final room was the living room. Lando spent nearly five hours decorating every corner of the living room. He started by putting the tree up first, which took up about an hour alone. He never expected putting together a tree would be so difficult alone. Once the tree was put together, he spent about 45 minutes decorating it, making sure that all of the tinsel and ornaments matched in color.
After the tree was finished, he turned towards the mantel, putting up a few christmas themed picture frames with photos of the two of you over the past couple of christmases as well as a new christmas frame with a photo from the first ultrasound the two of you had last week.
After putting up photos, Lando grabbed the two large stockings as well as the one small stocking off of the counter and hung all three of them up, putting the small stocking in the middle, his on the right, and yours on the left.
After hanging up a few strands of lights, putting out some sugar cookie scented candles, and turning on the fireplace, Lando sat down on the couch and waited for you to arrive home.
At just about 5pm, you opened the door to the apartment and dropped your purse on the counter as you slipped your shoes off. “What do you want for dinner, Lan?” you yelled from the kitchen, not even noticing the Christmas decorations.
Lando walked into the kitchen, a smile on his face as he approached you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hello my love, how was work?”
You shrugged, wrapping your arms around him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “It sucked. I hate my job, you know that”
“You could always quit, you know that. When the baby arrives, someone is going to have to take care of it”
“I can’t just expect you to pay for everything, Lan.”
Lando kissed you gently, his hands resting on your sides. “I want to take care of you and the baby. Imagine if you quit your job and brought the baby along to every race weekend… We wouldn’t have to spend so much time apart…”
“I’ll think about it, honey. Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is dinner. What do you want me to make?” you asked, looking into Lando’s eyes.
Lando laughed and looked at you. “You haven’t noticed, have you?”
“Noticed what?”
Lando pointed at all of the decorations in the kitchen. “I decorated while you were at work!”
You looked around the kitchen, noticing all of the Christmas decor that was placed out from garland, to dish towels, to hand soap. You couldn’t help but smile wide, feeling incredibly grateful for everything Lando had done. “Lan…”
Lando kissed your forehead and smiled “I know how much you wanted to go back home this christmas, but obviously mother nature had other plans, so I wanted to make sure that you felt as much at home for the holidays as possible.”
You teared up and pulled Lando into a tight hug, burying your face into his shoulder. “This is so sweet, Lan… thank you…”
Lando rubbed your back gently, a smile also forming on his face. “Come on my love, I want you to see the rest of the apartment!”
You wiped away your tears and took his hand, following him to the living room. As you looked around, you saw how well he decorated the tree, feeling relieved that he was able to decorate it the way you liked it. When you looked over at the mantle, you smiled and teared up once more. “You got the baby a stocking and a frame? That’s so sweet…”
“Well it is technically their first christmas, they need to be included too!”
You smiled and wiped your tears away before walking past the bathroom with him, noticing how he changed the shower curtain by himself- something he’s never been able to do before. “Great job on the curtain honey”
“Thanks! But wait until you see the cute christmas bedding I bought for our bed!!” he said as he pulled you into the bedroom.
You looked around the entire room, noticing the small christmas tree tucked in the corner, the warm string lights, and the cute little snowmen bedding. “Lan, this is all so cute and cozy, I love it!”
“Good, I’m glad you love it because tonight we are going to cuddle in bed and watch a christmas movie together while we drink hot cocoa and eat some pizza”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around Lando’s neck. “Thank you so much for this, Lando. All of this means so much.. More than I think you even realize.”
Lando kissed your cheek gently and smiled “no need to thank me. Now get into bed, i’ll go make us hot chocolate”
-> Brazil doesn't get any snow, but you have the sudden desire to build a snowman. with no snow.
word count: 1397
warnings: one mention of sex, not proof read
A/N: fluffy Felipe content
Brazil was always one of your favorite places to visit- the weather was always sunny and warm, the people there were always incredibly sweet, and of course if you were visiting Brazil, it typically meant that you were visiting Felipe’s family- who you loved and adored with all of your heart.
Brazil was always one of your favorite places to visit- the weather was always sunny and warm, the people there were always incredibly sweet, and of course if you were visiting Brazil, it typically meant that you were visiting Felipe’s family- who you loved and adored with all of your heart.
Although you and Felipe both tended to live in between two countries, you found yourself spending more time in the UK, due to the fact that it was most convenient for Felipe in terms of traveling for work.
After two weeks of post season testing, you and Felipe finally found yourself planted at his childhood home in Brazil, laying out on the deck trying to get some sort of tan that the UK had failed to provide you over the past month or so of rain.
Although you absolutely adored the brazilian weather, you couldn’t help but miss the weather back home in england, knowing that the grass was covered in snow, waiting for just about anyone to pick it up to make a snowman, start a snowball fight, or even build a snow fort- all very fond memories you have from your childhood.
When your phone dinged, indicating that you had received a text, you had assumed that it was just your mother texting you another photo of something that she wanted to get Felipe for christmas. She had been having the hardest time trying to decide what to get for him. You had told her countless times that Felipe wasn’t expecting anything from her, but she had insisted that she get her future son-in-law something for the holidays.
When you opened the message from your mom, you were greeted with a photo of a small snowman, built in the front lawn of your childhood home. It had a cute little red scarf with a matching red hat as well as a small pair of red mittens that were hanging off of the sticks that were being used for arms. “Oh my gosh…” you whispered, a smile appearing on your lips as you examined the photo a bit more.
Felipe looked over at you and removed his sunglasses to try to get a better read as to what was going on. “Everything ok over there?” he asked, turning on his side to face you.
“Yeah, everything is all good. My mom just sent me a photo of the snowman she and my nephew, James, built today. It’s just taking me back to when I was seven and my sister and I would drag her outside to help us build our snowman… I haven’t built one in years.. Not since we spend the holiday season here in Brazil.”
Felipe wrapped his arm around you and looked over at your phone. “I’ve never built a snowman, you know”
You looked up at him, your jaw dropped out of shock. “Never.. Like… never ever???”
Felipe laughed and shook his head. “Never ever. It doesn’t snow in brazil and I never really thought about building one whenever it snows in London” he shrugged
You got up off of your towel and held your hand out to him. “Cmon, we are going to the beach.”
Felipe laughed and took your hand, getting up off of his own towel. “Why are we going to the beach? I thought you hated the beach”
“I don’t hate the beach, it’s just not my first choice in a travel destination, now stop asking questions and start walking!” you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hand with his.
Thankfully, the walk from Felipe’s house to the beach was only about three minutes. It seemed like everywhere you turned in Brazil, there was a beach nearby. You had truly never been to any other country like it.
As you crossed the road, you stepped into the sand slowly, allowing your feet to adjust to the temperature of the sand, which was scorching hot from how hard the sun had been beating down on it all day.
You walked over to the edge of the water with Felipe, still not giving him any sort of indication as to why you two were making a sudden trip to the beach.
When you sat down in the damp sand, Felipe looked at you with even more confusion. “Love, why are you sitting in the wet sand? Normal people sit in dry sand, you know.”
You laughed and pulled on his arm, getting him to sit down beside you. “Because, you can't build a sandman with dry snow, silly goose”
“A sandman? What is a sandman?”
You laughed and handed Felipe a glob of wet sand. “A sandman is the same thing as a snowman, but Brazil doesn’t get snow, so we have to make it out of sand!”
Felipe just shook his head and laughed. “I never would have even thought about building a sandman, you’re a genius”
You laughed and handed him some more sand. “I know. Now roll all of this sand into a ball for me, that part is going to be the head of our sandman”
Felipe did as he was told while you worked on getting the base of the sandman built. “Love, I dont think I’m doing this right at all” he said with a small laugh as he held up the poorly shaped circle in his hands.
“It won’t be a perfect circle, Felipe, it’s sand” you said with a laugh before taking the ball of sand from his hands. “Now pick out some seashells that you want to be his eyes and his buttons.”
Felipe looked through the sand around him, trying to find the perfect shells. When he stumbled upon a pile of the exact same looking shells, he scooped them up and held them out to you. “What about these?”
You smiled and kissed him gently “those are perfect, honey. Now put two on the small ball of sand for his eyes and put the remaining three of his torso for the buttons.”
Felipe followed your instructions very closely, stepping back from the short statue to look at his work. “Do you think that looks good or should I add a fourth button?”
“I think three looks good. Ive only ever put three buttons on my snowmen” you shrugged
“Yes but this isn’t a snowman, my love. This is a sandman”
You laughed and nodded “fair point, add a fourth button then”
Felipe laughed and placed a fourth and final button at the bottom of the sandman. “So what are we going to do for his nose, face and arms?”
“Well, for the arms we can still use sticks, I figured those two random sticks behind you would work perfectly. Normally they use a carrot for a nose but we don't have carrots with us…”
“Yes we do, look here” Felipe said before picking up a random carrot that had been dropped. It was obvious that it was probably dropped by a little kid who had been eating carrots and walking the shoreline, but you decided to use it anyway. “Perfect!” you said as you placed the carrot into the sand for the nose.
“Ok and what about the mouth?”
You grabbed a piece of seaweed off of the ground that was beside you and put it onto the sandman, trying to get it to curve into a smiley face.
Felipe took a few steps back and smiled at your work. “Wow, it looks like an actual snowman!!”
“For never building a snowman before, you sure did a good job” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around Felipe, looking up into his eyes.
Felipe smiled and pulled you into a kiss. “Well, I'm a very talented guy, what can I say?” he said with a smirk.
“All that praising during sex is starting to inflate your ego, hm?”
“Hey!!” Felipe said with a laugh before trying to put on a fake pout.
You laughed and took a photo of the sandman before grabbing Felipe’s hand. “C’mon hot shot, it’s almost dinner time and I'm hungry.”
Felipe squeezed your hand and waved at the sandman. “Goodbye, mr. sands.”
You laughed and shook your head gently. “Mr. sands?”
“Don’t judge my name choice, you were the one who forgot to name him!”
“Fair point, no judgment happening here. Now let’s go find something to eat”
