#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23

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Gimme A Smooch

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lover boy max, he's pretending to be annoyed but he loveessss the attention, reader nearly has a heart attack, jimmy and sassy cameo, cheesiness from max

Word Count: 669

Author's Note: everyone writes max so aggressive but he deserves a soft blurb because he's a lover boy.

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He was never one to indulge in things like mistletoe but since he begun to date you, he didn’t have much of a choice. 

When the holidays rolled around, you tended to get a bit unhinged.

You went all out when it came to decorating and Max let you do your thing because the less he has to do, the better. If he was single, he would have hired someone to do it or just not do it all together.

He did suggest hiring someone and you looked at him as if you were ready to bite off his head. You ask if he's insane and tell him that you'd do it, no one else is going to decorate as long as you were there.

Max left you to do your thing, he had gone up to the Red Bull factory for the weekend, they were holding some sort of holiday party for their staff at the factory.

When he returns home, he barely gets to put his key into the lock before the door opens.

"You owe me a kiss." You tell him, hands on your hips.

Max's brows furrow, looking at you a bit confused. "Hello to you too, babe."

You point above him, Max's head tilts back and her looks up to see the bundle of mistletoe you've hung from the front door. He smiles, his arms snaking around your waist, giving you a kiss. You smiled, smoothing over his jacket, "welcome home."

Max gives you another quick kiss, walking into the house. He had left before you put anything up but now it was completely different; you had rearranged the furniture to make space for a massive Christmas tree and you had decorated from top to bottom, ornaments, garlands, decorative throw pillows, you even went as far as to change the curtains.

He didn't miss the mistletoe hanging above each doorway. "What's this about?" He asks, pointing to the bundle of greenery.

You pull him to the arch leaving into the living room, kissing him once again. "That," you smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, letting you drag him through the house, stopping under every bundle of mistletoe for a kiss.

"Does this mean you're gonna stop me all day and give me a kiss every time?" He looked at you, your arms wrapped around his waist as you looked up at him, nodding. "Absolutely."

"As much as I'd love that, I have to do this simulator for Christian."

"Oh boo, doesn't this man take a break? It is the holidays, you know." You groaned, forehead pressed to Max's chest.

He cups your jaw, pulling you to look at him. "I won't be long, just this one last thing."

"Fine," you let him go, Max kissed your head before heading up to the room with his simulator.

It was just a little over an hour when you heard the shouting. "Y/n! Y/n!" Your boyfriend shouts at the top of his lungs.

You find yourself rushing up the stairs, nearly tripping. "What?!" You looked around, "what's wrong?!"

He shook his head, pointing to the two cats curled up next to each other in the corner of the doorway. Jimmy and Sassy seemed to have missed their daddy, curling up in his simulator room as he worked.

You smiled but smacked Max's arm. "You gave me a heart attack!" Max laughs, his arm around your waist as he pulls you to him. "Sorry baby, let me make it up to you hm?"

"I'm listening," you look at him and there's a wicked smile on his face, pulling you flush to him for a breathtaking kiss.

Your hand rests on his cheek when he lets you go, head spinning as you look at the man. "What.. wow." You giggled and Max smiled, kissing you once more but softly this time.

"What brought that on?" You asked.

Max points above the two of you and you look up to see a bundle of mistletoe you know you didn't put up there.

"What happened to not liking it?" You asked him with a raised brow.

He smiles, "never said that, did I?"

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New Years At Home

Kimi Raikkonen  x Fem!Reader

Warnings: baby fever to the max, girl dad kimi, alcohol and the consumption of, sweetness all around, matching daddy daughter outfits, mention of seb and hanna cause it is even me if I don't mention seb?

Word Count: 384

Author's Note: kimi is so dad coded, he's so sweet with his kids it makes me melt <3333

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From partying to parents; you and Kimi celebrate your first new years with your baby girl. 

The red and black plaid dress fit her perfectly, a gift from uncle Seb and auntie Hanna. Kimi was wearing a plaid shirt with the same colours but the shirt was unbuttoned, the white t-shirt underneath a contrast to the busy pattern.

Your daughter, Lily, laid against her father's chest, the girl drooling all over his shirt as she napped and the man hadn't a care in the world.

"You're gonna wake her up," Kimi tells you quietly, your phone flashing every two seconds as you take photos of them.

The girl shifted a bit, Kimi brushed her blonde hair softly and kissed her head. "I can't help you," you tell him. "You two are so cute."

Kimi rolls his eyes, picking her up carefully as he walks to the playpen, putting her down gently. "Don't disturb her," he tells you, kissing your head as he passes by to get to the kitchen.

You snuck over quietly, taking one more picture of your sweet baby, sending it to Hanna before you turned your phone off, finding your husband in the kitchen.

"Last year, we were at some party around this time, drunk off of that horrible tequila." You laughed. Kimi hands you a glass of champagne, "that stuff was gross, I've never had anything like that before."

"Yeah, I don't know who brought that." You tapped your glass to his as you two took a sip of the gold colour liquid.

Just as you go to settle down on the couch, looking for the countdown channel, Lily wakes up and begins fussing. "I got her," you step over your husband, picking up the girl and rocking her.

Kimi disappears into the kitchen and comes back a few moments later with her bottle, handing it over to you when you sit on the couch with her. You hold Lily in your arms, feeding her as Kimi puts his arm around you.

The countdown playing in the background; 5,4,3,2,1 - happy new years! The big gold graphic plays across the screen.

Kimi leans over, kissing the top of Lily's head gently, her blonde hair all fuzzy and unruly from her nap. His hand cups your jaw, "happy new years, babe." He kisses you softly.

You smile, forehead to his. "Happy new year baby.

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Choo Choo Trains

Lance Stroll  x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lance is an uncle!! (chloe and scotty have a kid in this lmao), he's got some rizz as the kids say, sweetness all around, frantic lance for a moment there.

Word Count: 537

Author's Note: sorry for the wait, these have been all over the place lately lmao

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Uncle Lance promised his nephew a toy train and when he remembers, he scrabbles last minute to find something.

Toy stores are a popular place all season around but especially during the holidays.

Seeing that you are one of the only toy stores in town, you tend to work longer hours than most. It was nearly 10 and you were just about to lock the doors, making sure to put the last set of boxes on the shelf.

The bell rings above the door, you groan internally as you step out of the aisle. There's a man, fluffy brown hair on his head, he brushes the snow out of his hair as he looks around, the panic on his face was evident.

"Sir, we're closed," you tell him, glancing at your watch just to make sure of the time. "It's 10:06, we closed 6 minutes ago."

"Please," he huffs, passing a hand through his thick hair. "I won't take much of your time, just let me grab one thing."

You sigh, not having the heart to kick the man out. "Is there something in particular that you're looking for?"

"Uh," he starts, feeling a bit bad that he rushed in, despite you being closed, and still not having a clue what he was gonna get. "I'm not sure."

"Who are you buying a gift for?"

"My nephew."

"How old is he?"

"3," the man smiles and you nod. "Well, from my experience, most boys that are three tend to leant towards superheroes or trains."

The man's eyes light up, "trains! He loves trains!"

You nod, smiling as you lead him through the aisles to the back where you had a massive display with different types of trains. "I don't have time to go through all of these, because I'm sooo late for dinner and you're closed but uh.." He looks at the different boxes and picks up the biggest one, "yeah, this'll do."

Unable to contain your laugh, your hand covers your mouth. "Is that all?"

His brows furrow. "Do you think I should get more?"

"No," you shook your head. "I just meant, like do you wanna get anything else?"

"Oh!" he laughs, shaking his head. "No, this is good."

He follows you to the front to cash out, "want me to wrap it?" You asked, already setting the box on the green wrapping paper. He nods, glancing at your name tag. "Thank you, y/n."

"You're welcome.." You trailed off and he caught on. A hand pressed to his chest. "Lance." You nodded, "you're welcome, Lance."

After wrapping the box up, you stuck a bow on it and handed it over to Lance. "I hope your nephew likes it and that you aren;t in too much trouble for being late to dinner."

Lance smiles, "thank you, for everything."

You were tossing out the scraps of wrapping paper when you heard Lance call for you. "Are you open tomorrow?"

"We are, from 8am to 10pm. Are you bringing your nephew back?"

"Maybe," he smiles, "but either way I'll be back."

"Toy shopping for yourself, Lance?" You smiled, chuckling.

"No," he smiles too. "I'll be back to ask you out, y/n. Have a good night." He waves to you with a smile, heading out the doors and leaving you with very red cheeks.

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Stuff It

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cheesy boyfriend charles, horrible artistic skills, pascale knows you two are just idiots in love, first christmases together.

Word Count: 661

Author's Note: charles seems like the type of guy to go to his mom when he's stuck on what to give as a gift so here we are lmao

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Charles goes a bit over board seeing that it’s your first Christmas with him, as his girlfriend that is. He revives an old tradition you two had as children.

The thing about lifelong friendships, they often leave a little to no room for a surprise.

So on you and Charles, your lifelong best friend, finally being to date, there isn't much he could do to surprise you.

It's your first Christmas together as a couple officially, and Charles just wants to do something to make it special for you. He's tried to do everything he could think of, from googling to Pinterest to asking his brothers, who let's be real, weren't much help. He finally turned to the one person he knows would have an answer for him.

"Maman, je ne sais pas quoi faire." (Mom, I don't know what to do.) Charles's chin rests on the palm of his hand, watching as his mom cuts the fruit at the kitchen counter

Pascale hums, as if in thought for a moment before she speaks. "Why don't you stuff a stocking for her?"

"I'm not 6 years old, maman." He huffs, his brows furrowed and she smiles - he looked exactly like he did when he was 6 years old right now.

"I know that Charles, but when you guys were little you used to exchange stockings, remember? You draw her a picture and we put sweets and little toys in for her."

Charles tries to think, it sounded familiar and he nods. "Yeah, okay."

"Are you staying for lunch ?" The woman asks and he shakes his head, kissing her cheek after he gets up. "I'll be back tomorrow, love you!" He shouts to her as he heads out the door.

He has the shops with one thing in mind, find you a stocking that suited you best. He searches and searches and with no luck does he find one with a picture that suits you. Finally in a last ditch effort, he ends up in some random shop that sold random odds and ends for Christmas.

There's a blue stocking with snowflakes, and printed along the side of it with your initials on the top; Charles thinks what is his luck to find this.

He pays the man at the counter and heads home with the stocking shoved into the bag. He had picked up a few things he thought you'd like while he was at the other store.

The stocking sits on the coffee table, filled with all your favourite beauty products, sweets, and a few other odds and ends that Charles thinks that you might need or like.

He was working on the last thing that he wanted to put in, a drawing of you and him in front of his race car, which was, in his words, rather poorly drawn.

He folds the paper carefully, slipping it into the side of the stocking before picking it up to put it away before you come home.

It was as if he summoned you, the front door opened and in you came with a bag in hand. "Hi love," you smiled.

Charles's hands are behind his back and he's a bit shifty. You look at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows. "You okay?"

"I have something for you," he says, pulling the stocking out from behind his back.

You can't help but laugh, a big smile on your face as you reach into the bag that you brought in with you. You pull out a red stocking with Christmas trees on it and show Charles.

"Did you talk to my mom?" He asks, as you two switch stockings. You nod, smiling, "I guess you did too."

It was no surprise that you and Charles found your way to each other, you are identical in almost every way. The stockings contain a few of the same things, the same sweets, the same drawings.

To be fair, your drawing was a bit better than Charles' but it's the thought that counts.

Your hand rests on his jaw, giving him a kiss. "thank you baby, this is the sweetest thing you could have done."

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The Right Way To Do It 

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: it's ferrari!seb of course - he's the most husband, seb's so picky and reader is over it, one childish joke about balls, seb's a little OCD about his ornaments, some playfully husband and wife bickering.

Word Count: 695

Author's Note: welcome to my holiday extravaganza series! are we shocked im starting with seb? no :) I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I as do!!

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Sebastian is the most meticulous person you've ever met in your life, and yes, that also translates to Christmas tree decorating. 

The 8 foot tree stood strong and tall in the middle of the window. You stood back a few feet, looking up at it in all its glory. The boxes of ornaments you had Sebastian lug up from the basement were scattered on the couches and the coffee table.

How are you ever going to get this done?

You took inventory of all the ornaments you had, making sure you had even amounts of the colours before you began hanging them on the tree.

Starting from the bottom, you rotate the colours every few ornaments. It took you a few tries and a lot of reshuffling before you were satisfied with it.

"That's not how it's supposed to go," he calls as he walks into the living room, dropping himself down into an empty space on the couch.

Kneeling on the floor to put the ornaments on the bottom branches, you shift to look at your husband. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," he nods, eating a bit of the popcorn you had made to string and put on the tree. "It's supposed to be red, gold, green. Not red, red, gold, green, red. That's messy, babe."

"Instead of nitpicking, why don't you just come do it yourself?" You huffed, turning your attuning back to the tree.

Sebastian liked to annoy you, picking at things just to raise your blood pressure. You often bit back, much to his amusement.

He liked it when you got feisty with him. He never took you seriously, not until today.

His warm hands rested on your shoulders, carefully shifting you off to the side as he started to rearrange the ornaments you had hung. "Seb, are you serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack, baby." He smiles at you, then turns to the ornaments you had scattered on the living room floor.

Sebastian starts muttering under his breath, his fingers moving 100 miles an hour as he sorts through something in his head. You looked at the man, watching in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting."

"Counting.. what?"

"Balls."

You snickered at his response. "You're counting.. balls?"

He rolls his eyes, "we need to go to the store." Your brows furrow and he senses the lack of understanding, as if you were missing a piece of the puzzle, and that you were. "We need more green, let's go."

Much to your displeasure, your husband drags you out into the cold. He promised to buy you one of those hot chocolates you liked from the stand outside of the store before you went home and that he did.

Five massive shopping bags in hand; Seb picked up anything from ornaments to throw pillows to Christmas candles.

He had a habit of losing his mind when the holidays rolled around.

After you two finally made it home, Sebastian instructed you the order in which you had to hand him the ornaments; red, gold, green, red, gold, green - in that exact order.

You huffed and grumbled, handing him the ornaments as he moved around the tree, saying that you could have done the same thing. Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes at you, reminding you that you don't have to help if you don't want to and as much as you'd love to stop, you knew Seb would get distracted and leave the tree halfway decorated.

It took an hour and a half, a trip to the store and a bit of bickering but the tree was finally done.

You stood up, watching as Seb steps off of the stool, the star sitting perfectly straight on the top. His hand rests on your lower back, pulling you into his side.

"Perfect, isn't it?"

You roll your eyes, "I would have done the same thing, Sebastian."

"Not the way I'd do it, though." He teased, nudging your hip with his. You find yourself rolling your eyes yet again, something you did often in the presence of your husband.

"Yeah, sure." Your hand resting on his jaw, your thumb brushing over his soft skin - he finally shaved, an early Christmas gift for you - you lean into your husband, reaching up to kiss him. "Whatever you say, Seb."

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A Visit To Santa

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jobe is being treated like a kid, pranks from you and jude, miss denise gets new photos for her house, childhood coded lol, jobe is like your little brother too, miss denise thinks y'all finna crash her bmw lmao

Word Count: 768

Author's Note: this one is for bookie @themandaloriansdiaries - our favourite brothers :)

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Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

England welcomed you two home, a change from the Spanish sunshine was welcomed; though you missed it the moment you got off of the plane.

You and Jude were spending the holidays with his family, both Bellingham brothers, you and their parents were at home. Mark and Denise were making dinner or something of the sorts in the kitchen, Jobe was in his bedroom and you and Jude were in his room.

Jude's head rested on your belly, your fingers tapping on his forehead as you scrolled through your phone with the other hand.

"I'm bored," your boyfriend announces.

"Congratulations," you tell him, as if you were supposed to do something about that.

Jude rolls his eyes, "let's go do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he sighs, sitting up. You look over at him, "how about shopping? Or we could go for a drive or something?"

"The shopping mall?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. There's a look on his face that you've seen before, pure mischief. Your brows raise, waiting for him to continue. "Yeah, let's go."

"What're you up to?" You asked him, Jude pulls you off of the bed.

"I'll go grab Jobe."

You stop your boyfriend, grabbing his hand. "What is this? What's all this excitement? You hate the mall."

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles, "let's take Jobe to see Santa."

You can't help the laugh, letting go of his hand. "Okay babe. Go get him, I'll get the car keys from your mom."

Jude and Jobe meet you downstairs, Denise hands you her car keys. "Be careful please," she warns her sons, not you. She knew you'd handle them.

"We'll be back for dinner," Jude tells his mom, kissing her cheek before grabbing your hand.

You shout a bye to her and Mark as you three are out the front door and pile into the car. You drove of course, Jude doesn't drive and Jobe was a designated back seat driver. Jude had told his brother that you wanted to go shopping and he agreed to join you, saying he could use some fresh air.

The mall was a madhouse, it was T-minus 2 days to Christmas and everyone was rushing to get last minute shopping done.

You made a B-line for Santa's workshop in the mall, making it seem like you wanted to take a couple's photo of you and Jude with Santa.

Jobe shakes his head, "this is ridiculous," he tells you, waiting in line with you two.

"Do you not believe in the magic of Christmas, Jojo?" You teased him, pinching his cheek gently; you looked at Jobe like your little brother as well, teasing him the same way his brother would, having your own little nickname for him.

Jude smiles, watching as Jobe swats your hand away, making you laugh.

It takes a few minutes to get to the front of the line, the woman dressed as an elf calling you up to take your photo.

Jobe feels a light shove, Jude pushing him to Santa. "What?" he asked his brother, looking a bit lost.

"Go take your pic, mate."

"What?" Jobe scoffed, "I'm not going."

You take his coat from him, "go on, Jojo. Santa's waiting." You tell him, lips pressed together so you don't laugh. Jobe grumbles under his breath, something about hating you guys as he begrudgingly walks over to Santa.

The younger Bellingham sits beside Santa, the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face as the camera flashes.

Jude takes your hand, bringing you over to Santa. The two of you joined in. Jobe and Jude on either side of Santa and somehow you ended up on Santa's lap.

"On three, say merry Christmas!" The woman behind the camera says, counting to three before it flashes.

You let Santa speak to Jude and Jobe while you went to the counter to get the printed photos. You got two prints of the photo with the 3 of you, one for your home in Madrid and one for their home here in England. You also got a printed version of the solo shot with Jobe and Santa for the fridge at home.

The boys met you by the counter, Jude handing out his card so you can pay. "I can't believe you made me do that," Jobe mumbled, huffing.

You laugh, kissing his cheek. "It's okay, buddy."

Jude holds your hand, the bag with the photos in hand. "You're still a kid to us, mate." He laughs, pulling you into his side. "Let's go before we get in trouble for being late to dinner.

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The Art Of Wrapping

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: uncle lew lew, he's so bad at wrapping gifts that even Roscoe is judging, some playful teasing, too many gift to count and a nice family night in.

Word Count: 597

Author's Note: it's not a lewis blurb with roscoe or his niece and nephew soooo also uncle lew lew is so special to meeeee

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As he does every year, the house is filled with shopping bags and Lewis struggles to wrap all of his gifts. This year, he has a secret weapon; you.

Per usual, Lewis has gone overboard with the gifts.

It was his love language, he was a big gift giver and when the holidays rolled around he went into overdrive. You and Lewis were friends long before you became a couple, which meant you were well aware of his holiday predicament.

Not a big shocker when you see the living room floor covered in shopping bags, wrapping paper, gift bags and tissue paper. Lewis was sitting in the middle, trying to wrap what looked to be a lego set in wrapping paper.

You smiled, setting your purse on the couch. "You okay?" You asked your boyfriend and he huffs, leaning back onto the couch as he looks at you.

"This is so difficult."

"I take it your assistant is not much help?" You sat next to him and Lewis looks over to see Roscoe fast asleep next to the fireplace, a few quiet snores coming from the pup.

"No help at all, knocked out as soon as I sat down."

You laughed, pulling the wrapping paper in front of you and resetting the lego box on the paper. "It should not be this hard to wrap a gift," Lewis mumbles, watching as you carefully cut the paper, tucking the edging and taping them.

"How can you drive a Formula One car but not be able to wrap a gift?" You glanced at him, wrapping the red ribbon around the box, tying it into a neat bow.

Lewis rolls his eyes playfully, writing his nephew's name on the top left corner of the paper. "Thank you." He sets the gift on the couch, reaching over for the 6 more bags that were waiting.

"We're gonna be here a while, aren't we?" You look over at him, Lewis takes the gifts out of the shopping bags one by one. "Yeah, we are."

You and Lewis sit there for nearly 2 hours wrapping gifts in wrapping papers, bags, boxes and everything in between. You'd wrap and Lewis would hand you the tape and ribbons and write the names on the boxes and bags.

At some point, the couch was full and you two had finished the final present. Half of it would be dropped off to his sister's place for the kids and the rest would be shared as the days to Christmas went on.

"Do you think it's too late to drop them off now?" He asks, and you shrug. "Don't the kids have school in the morning?"

"Yeah but it's only 7:30, they should be up."

It's like you could read his mind, "I'll get Roscoe, put the bags in the car."

The two of you load yourselves into the car, Roscoe in the backseat and all the bags in the trunk before Lewis drives the two of you over to your sister's place. The kids were still wide awake when you and Lewis arrived while Roscoe made himself comfortable on his auntie's couch, while you two brought in the numerous bags that you had tried to fit into the trunk.

You watch the kids unwrap their presents, your hours of hard work scattered across the living room floor in the span of 15 minutes. The kids hugged both you and their uncle, thanking you for the gifts as they started to sort through their stuff.

"You really need to learn how to wrap presents," you whispered to your boyfriend, leaning into his side as you two watched Roscoe play with the kids and the wrapping paper on the floor.

Lewis laughs, kissing your head. "Next year."

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Must Watch

Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: can be taken as either platonic or romantic relationship (up to you!), movie marathons, matching pjs, jobe's a chirstmas fan don't let him fool you.

Word Count: 346

Author's Note: jobe is soooo cute, idk how some of y'all don't like homeboy lmao

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His training took over most of his time so now that he was on break, you insisted you two do nothing but laze and watch movies. 

The winter break arrived faster than expected. You and Jobe had made plans to go and do all the things you had sent each other back and forth; light seeing, visits to Santa, ice skating, you name the winter activity and it was on your list.

Now, you and Jobe had taken the first week of their break to yourselves, doing all the things you wanted too and then some more, as well as visiting a few friends in between.

It was Friday and you had done everything you wanted too with more than a few days to spare. So now you were left with time to fill.

You two had been lazing around all day today, Jobe had finally pulled himself off of the couch to take a shower. You had ordered take out in the meantime and knowing him, he'd be in the shower for at least 30 minutes.

The blankets and the pillows were dragged from the guest room, tossing on the floor to make something resembling a pillow fort.

You had left the pjs you bought him on the bed, a sticky note saying wear me! on top of them before you returned downstairs to make the popcorn.

"What's all this?" Jobe asks, smiling as he comes down in the pjs you left him; a white shirt with the Grinch's face on it and bright green pants with candy canes and Max on it.

You handed him the bowl of popcorn, "movie night. Sit down, I'll get the door."

Jobe follows your instructions and you make your way to the door, paying the delivery man before you join him on the floor with the pizza.

"What are watching?" He shoves some popcorn into his mouth.

You grab the remote, "I was thinking Elf, then home alone one and two, followed by the grinch and then finally we'd end the night off with Rudolph the rednosed reindeer."

Jobe laughs, nodding. "Sounds perfect."

You put Elf on, opening the pizza box as you two settled in for a night of movies and junk food.

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Jingle Bells

Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: family based, jenson is a dilf!!! but somehow also acts like a child, it's past all the button boys' bedtimes, the magic of christmas is lacking apparently - according to jenson that is, some family sweetness.

Word Count: 447

Author's Note: was gonna make this sugar daddy jense but im like lemme give y'all a wholesome one lmao.

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The kids are convinced that they hear the bells on Santa’s sleigh, and Jenson is the exact same way. 

"Alright, that was the second story," you peek into the bedroom, finding Jenson sitting between your two sons' beds, the book on his lap. "It's past your bedtime and I know your daddy doesn't have the heart to tell you that it's bedtime, but it is."

"Awh please mama!" Your youngest, James, begs. "Please! Just one more!"

You sit on the edge of his bed, patting his leg as Jenson put the book away. "I'm sorry bubba, but you know the rules. "If you don't go to bed, Santa won't know to stop and drop off your gifts."

Alex, your oldest, giggles. "But mama, Santa knows."

"Yeah?" You asked, glancing at your husband. "Who says so?"

"Don't you hear it?" He asks, sitting up in his bed. "Listen! You can hear his sleigh."

Your brows furrow, glancing at your husband for backup on getting them to go to bed. Jenson being the big kid he was, was no help. "That's probably the tv, buddy. I forgot to turn it off."

James sits up, his blue eyes wide with excitement. "I hear it too, mama!"

You look over at Jenson in a last ditch attempt for some back up, hoping to get them to go to bed but Jenson's ears perk up like a puppy hearing the treat bag shake. "I heard it too."

The two boys are out of their beds, running to their dad as he pulls the curtains back.

The 3 button boys looking out the window in all directions trying to find Santa.

You sigh, letting them have their moment before ushering them back to bed. "Bedtime for all of you," you tell them, kissing James on the forehead and then doing the same to Alex. "I'll see you two in the morning, I love you."

A chorus of I love yous follows before I turn the lights off and shut the door.

You find your husband in bed, it seems he too took the bedtime signal and hopped into bed. You switched off the light, crawling into bed with him. Jenson wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

His head on your chest, his week old stubble scratching at your skin.

"You're like a big kid," you whisper, brushing his hair back. He chuckles, you can feel him smiling. "How?"

"No way you heard Santa's sleigh too."

He smiles again. "I did too. You've just got to believe in the magic of Christmas and not be such a grinch."

"Remind me again who was up until 3 last night wrapping gifts and who was drooling on the pillow?" You looked down at him, Jenson chuckles.

"Okay okay, I get it."

[libraryofloveletters]

The Lights Shining Down On You

Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ruben knows his lady needs his attention, sweetness from ruben, christmas lights on christmas lights, ruben is part time photographer for you.

Word Count: 565

Author's Note: now I had googled to see if I could find actual drive through light shows in manchester to make it accurate but google was being useless so just imagine it lol - big shocker but this one's for pookie and her ain't shit baby daddy lmaoooo @themandaloriansdiaries

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The people of Manchester love Christmas, just as much as you do. Ruben makes it his mission to ensure that you get to see every single Christmas display there is to see.

Christmas was your favourite time of the year; the decorations, the lights, the gifts, the holiday spirit.

You found yourself going all out for the two months. Your boyfriend, Ruben, knew as much. He had been gone for a weekend as they had an away game and when he returned, you had turned the house into a winter wonderland.

Ruben had been a bit preoccupied with the matches, and the training and the final push in preparation for the club world cup but now that you were back home in Manchester and you'd have time for the holidays and yourself, your boyfriend had his mind set on spending time with you and only you for the next week before you're off again.

He had told you to get dressed, given you no clues as to where you were going and gotten into the car with you.

"You're seriously not going to tell me where we're going?" You looked over at your boyfriend and the man shook his head, a smile on his face as he drove.

You hummed along to the music, waiting patiently to see what your destination would be. Imagine your surprise when you realize your boyfriend has taken you to see the Christmas light show you had been telling him about all month.

"You didn't!" You looked over at him, a big grin on your face.

Ruben nods, winding down the window to pay the entrance fee. His free hand rests on your thigh as he drives slowly through the path, letting you take it all in.

This one was winter wonderland themed, much like your apartment, it focused on snowflakes, ice and sparkles with all different shades of white and blue.

You reached over, holding his hand as he drove, you took your photos and off you went again. The two of you were off to dinner, Ruben decided to feed you before you became cranky, which despite his sweet gesture, does happen more often than not.

After dinner, you assumed you were headed home but then Ruben turned up a different street, leading down an empty stretch of road.

"It'd be rather tragic for you to kidnap me before Christmas."

Ruben laughs, "I'm not kidnapping you, babe." He turns into the driveway, following it down to the Disney Christmas lights.

"You didn't!" You shouted at him, squeezing his hand. "This one is always booked! How'd you get tickets?"

"Well Phil took the kids and he knows the owner, he pulled some strings." Ruben tells you as he parks.

You get out of the car, holding his hand as you two walk through the park, Ruben lets you pull him around, showing him all the different characters. You took a million photos, Ruben patiently waiting for you to fix your outfits, change your poses as he took your pictures.

The two of you had made the rounds, holding hands as you wandered about now. "What's with all the sudden Christmas spirit, babe? I know you liked Christmas but 2 Christmas activities in one night? A bit odd for you." You laughed.

Ruben shrugged. "We practically live at the Etihad during the season and I figured we should spend some time together, doing something you'd enjoy."

"I do enjoy watching you play, Rubes." You squeezed his hand, smiling.. "But thank you, this was.. perfect." You turn to him, giving him a kiss.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Christmas Market

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Warnings: home sick reader, pierre is trying his best, christmas markets, cheesy couple stuff, pierre is kinda sweet when he's not being an ick, pierre can't skate for shit, cooties as these kids would say.

Word Count: 718

Author's Note: again, my charity of the month writing the man. y'all know I don't fuck with this man like that lmaooo - for @2-fast-2-curious cause this is her pookie

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You were missing home quite a bit and Pierre decides to indulge in one of your favourite holiday traditions.

Home sickness was no joke and it was kicking in big time.

You lived in Milan since you had applied to go to University there. You moved during your first year and fell in love with the place and with a certain formula one driver who lived there as well.

As much as you've come to love Milan and Pierre, you always went home for the holidays. For the last three years, you were home for Christmas and in France for new years with your boyfriend, Pierre and his family.

This year was much different, your studies kept you in Milan a lot longer than expected and you would be missing out on a lot of your family traditions.

No tree decorating, no cookie decorating and no Christmas market.

Pierre being the sweet boyfriend he was, was trying his best to cheer you up as much as he could. He usually waited until a week or two before Christmas to get his Christmas tree but this year, he bought the biggest artificial tree one could find and about a million and one ornaments to see if he could improve your mood.

And for a bit, it did work. The 5 hours it took you two to put the tree together, your mood did improve but the next day, it was back to focusing on your exams and the lack of Christmas mood was apparent.

He offered to bake cookies with you but you turned down his offer; you typically baked your mom's famous and secret cookies but you didn't have the recipe, hence the secret part.

Pierre was running out of ideas but then an ad for the Christmas market popped on his Instagram.

He finds you on the couch, finally popping your laptop for the afternoon. "How about a date night?" He asks, reaching for your hand.

"Babe," you groaned, letting him pull you up. "I'm not really in the mood."

"C'mon, some fresh air will make you feel better. You've been glued to your laptop all day."

"Fine," you gave in, the two of you getting ready. Pierre didn't give you any idea as to where you're going other than to dress warm. You figured you'd probably walk to dinner or something but you weren't - he opened the car door for you, driving to some undisclosed location.

To be honest, you weren't paying much attention to him or where he was going until the car came to a full stop, Pierre turning off the engine. You finally look up from your phone to see the sign in front of you; Christmas market.

"You didn't," you turn to face your boyfriend.

The man smiles, nodding. "I know it's not the one at home but, it's still a Christmas market so I hope that counts."

"Of course it does!" You reach over to give him a kiss, your hand resting on his jaw softly.

Pierre gets out of the car and you mirror his action, the two of you holding hands as you walk into the market.

The Christmas trees planted around the place, the lights wrapped around the roof of each stand, the sound of laughter and cheesy Christmas music filled your ears, as did the smell of gingerbread. You two decided to make the rounds.

You walked through the market, taking in all of it. Pierre let you drag him to every booth, buying you whatever your heart desired, even the ridiculously overpriced hot cocoa. You took photos as you went, stopping in at the photo booth; the classic ones of you two smiling, giggling and kissing with the stamp at the bottom - Milan Christmas Market 2023.

The night wrapped up with you attempting to teach Pierre how to skate. His hands in yours as you carefully took him around the skating rink.

He falls against you, you're pinned between him - a man struggling to hold himself up- and the barricade. "Did you have a good time?" He asks and you nod, a smile on your face.

"I did. Thank you for this, baby."

Pierre leans in, almost slipping but he catches himself as he kisses you. There's a little boy skating by, doing better than Pierre you might add, who makes a face at you two kissing. "Ew!"

You and Pierre can't help your laughter.

[libraryofloveletters]

Always You

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: childhood crush, alcohol and the consumption of, carlos is ever so chivalrous, confession of a crush, slightly nervous carlos cause he probably lacks rizz as the kids say these days.

Word Count: 929

Author's Note: childhood crush always fits carlos, you can't tell me otherwise.

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The infamous Sainz Christmas party. Every year your parents dragged you along and you only went to see one person. Your motives for going haven’t strayed despite growing up. 

The Sainz Christmas Party; every year for as long as you can remember, you'd find yourself in their living room on Christmas evening.

Your parents were friends with the Sainz family, which left you to fend for yourself when you were there. You knew their children, Ana, Blanca and Carlos.

You were closest to Carlos in age, the two of you only being 3 years apart but you never really spoke. It was a hello and how are you as he passed by on his way to his friends.

As much as you hated the whole affair and your parents offered to let you stay home, you didn't.

One person in particular held your attention; Carlos - the same guy who barely gave you the time of day.

Over the years, you became quite fond of him, admiring him from afar. You knew of each other, you were friendly but you weren’t friends or anything like that. You keep up with his career and you two are grown now.

Carlos had recently turned 30 and you were 27 this year - he was at Ferrari and you had found yourself a job as an editor, the exact thing you wanted to do.

Despite your grown age, your parents brought you along to the Sainz Christmas party; not that you minded.

It was well underway at this point, dinner was had and now the drinks and conversation was flowing. You did enjoy it to some degree, Reyes out did herself with the decorations each year. A new theme for a new chapter of their lives, different colours and designs carefully thought out and placed around the massive house.

A habit you developed over the years, as long as you had a glass of something in your hand, people would leave you alone. Your glass was empty and you find your way to refill it before someone pulls you into a conversation you did not want to have.

"Looking for something?" The voice comes from behind you, you hadn't seen anyone in the kitchen when you stepped in but you turned to find Carlos behind you.

"Just some wine."

Carlos nods, picking up the bottle and walking over to you. You half expected him to hand you the bottle and leave but he refills your glass, then his own before setting the bottle down. "Would you like to take a walk with me?" He offers out of the blue.

"Uh, sure."

He gestures for you to step out of the open that was cracked open, leading out into the dark yard. Carlos's hand rests on your lower back gently, as if to guide you - he does exactly that.

Just because you were outside doesn't mean there was an exception to the decorations. The trees were lined with lights, wreaths hung on each door that you passed.

Carlos stops in front of a bench and you take that as your cue to sit. You do, the chill breeze sends a shiver down your spine.

A sip of your wine was taken in hopes of warming you out but there wasn't much hope there.

He seems to notice your shivering, setting his glass down before slipping off his jacket. Carlos carefully slips it over your shoulders.

"You didn't-" "I can't sit by and let you freeze, my mother raised me better than that."

You hum, thanking him quietly as you two drank your wine in silence. It was you that broke the silence; "you were fantastic this year."

"Thank you," he smiles, his cheeks flushed red the tiniest bit but the chilled air and wine to be blamed for that. "I didn't know you watched."

"I try too, I keep up when I'm not busy with work." You tell him, looking around the yard.

Carlos takes that moment to look at you; red dress that suited your complexion and body as if it was made for you and you only, your makeup and hair done to a T - something he always admired about you, all tied together with the black bow that held up half of your hair.

"Y/n," he whispers into the silence.

Glancing at the man, you jut your chin towards him. "Hm?"

"You look beautiful."

Now your cheeks have flushed red and you both know it's not the wine nor the cold wind blowing around the yard. "Thank you." You whispered.

"It's my favourite look, y'know."

Head cocked to the side, you looked over at him. "What is?"

"When you get all red and quiet, it's sweet. You look so.. innocent."

You can't help the giggle, shaking your head. "You almost sound nervous there, Carlos."

"I am," he chuckles, chewing at his bottom lip for a moment.

"No way," you laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. "You ? Nervous? No way."

Carlos nods, smiling at you. It falls quiet between the two of you, the bells from the cathedral ring, signalling that evening mass was over. His hand rested next to yours on the bench, his pinky brushing against yours. You take the soft touch as a cue to interlock your fingers with his.

He squeezes your hand gently, smiling at you.

"¡Carlos! ¿Dónde estás?" (carlos! where are you?) You can hear Reyes shout from around the corner, her voice carrying through the silence.

Carlos takes that as his cue to head in, his hand still interlocked with yours as he stands. He leans down, his lips pressed to yours for a quick kiss.

Your cheeks are as red as the lipstick that was faint against his lips.

"Feliz Navidad, y/n."

[libraryofloveletters]

Snowed In

Mark Webber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: prior to mulit 2-1, redbull era mark, grumpy mark, snowed in at the airport, alcohol and the consumption of, mark blames you for the snow, airport delays, seb and hanna cameo.

Word Count: 564

Author's Note: grumpy x sunshine is sooooo mark coded

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It wasn't even his idea to go to Switzerland, and now he was stuck on New Year's Eve, in the worst place on the planet; the airport.

A recent move had taken Sebastian and Hanna to Switzerland, the young couple took it upon themselves to host a little Christmas party for their friends.

Mark, being Seb's teammate, received an invite to said Christmas party. When the invite arrived, you had opened it and showed it to your husband.

Knowing your husband, you could've predicted his answer; "let's just spend the holidays here." - Here being Australia.

You reminded him that the two of you spent Christmas in Australia almost every single year, and that Seb and Hanna have gone out of their way to invite the two of you to come and spend Christmas with them in their new home.

It's common courtesy for the two of you to show up.

Mark knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't stop pestering him until he agreed to go. So alas, he gave in and the two of you flew down to Switzerland to spend the holidays with his teammate and his girlfriend.

There were a few other drivers from the grid spending Christmas with Sebastian and Hanna, which made Mark slightly less miserable. The thought of having to spend the holidays with Sebastian was not something that he liked nor enjoyed but he knew that you and Hanna got on quite well so he gave in for your sake.

New year's eve and the two of you head to the airport to fly home to spend the new years with your family.

The snow is coming down quite heavily and you asked the girl at the counter if the flights are going to be delayed. She told you that she wasn't 100% sure but there might be a few minor delays, emphasis on the minor.

At first, your flight was delayed by an hour, which wasn't so bad.

Then it was delayed by five hours, not the best but manageable.

Before you knew it, it was being delayed for nine hours.

Mark, being the grumpy man that he is, of course, blamed you for the snow, for the trip and for the delays.

"Will you shut up?" You looked at your husband, annoyed with him.

"Why should I? We're stuck in the stupid airport on new year's eve because you wanted to come to Switzerland."

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smack him in the face.

Before you know it, it's 15 minutes to midnight, and the two of you were still stuck waiting on your flight. Mark was still grumpy, but blaming you less.

"C'mon," you grabbed his hand and your carryon, pulling both towards the bar. Mark sat next to you and you ordered a drink for each of you; if you were going to be stuck on new years, at least you'd be slightly plastered.

The minutes rolled by and eventually, it was 2 minutes until midnight. The airport was full of life, those celebrating together, those on their phones to loved ones and those who were trying their best to get home.

You order two shots, passing one to your husband, "sorry for getting you stuck in Switzerland on new years eve, even though it's not really my fault." You tapped your glass to his.

Mark laughs, downing his shot at the same time as you. "Cheers to that, love. Happy new year."

"Happy new year, Mark." You whispered, leaning in to kiss your husband.

[libraryofloveletters]

Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols? 

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

[libraryofloveletters]

Work Place Friendly

Sergio ‘Checo’ Perez x Fem!Reader

Warnings: engineer!reader, max is trying to get everyone drunk, being tipsy, checo has zero rizz but reader makes it work, alcohol and the consumption of.

Word Count: 404

Author's Note: I feel like no one writes for checo lmao - he has his dilf moments but don't quote me on that (I know christine will when she sees this lmao)

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RedBull hosts their annual holiday party, everyone sprawled out through the factory and you two ? Well.. that was a different story. 

As one of the lead engineers, you sort of got roped into doing a lot of things that you don't want to do - that included a 6th round of shots with the world champion at this year's holiday party.

His arm over your shoulder, handing you a glass. "Last one!" You tell him, the man pouts.

"Come on y/n! Have some fun, you're so serious!" He laughs, squeezing your shoulder as he taps his glass to yours, the two of you downing the liquid. The tequila, patron of course, burnt on its way down. You cleared your throat, rubbing your chest.

Max was getting pulled away by someone, you aren't sure what he was yelling but you decided you didn't care and that you needed some fresh air.

Typically, you were a one drink and done type of gal but somehow Max had wrangled you into doing shots, your head spun as you stumbled your way outside. The cold air woke you up slightly, your body pressed to the wall for a moment before you found yourself walking to the benches.

"Hey," a voice calls, you look up to see Checo. "Hi!" you smiled, almost tripping over your own two feet.

The man is up and his hand on your arm, steadying you as he helps you to the bench. "Thanks," you mumbled, taking a second to gather yourself. The reflection of the Christmas lights around the factory lit up the place and the cold air was sobering you up fast; your head pounding in sync with your heart.

"You okay? What happened?" Checo's hand rested on your back, rubbing it softly. You nodded, "shots with Max happened."

The man laughs, nodding in understanding. "I don't know how he holds all of that, I'd be wobbling by now."

"Yeah," you breathe, "my head is spinning."

"That's probably because of me."

You look over at the man, his cheesy line still processing in your head and all you can do is laugh. You see that Checo's cheeks have gone red, you blame it on the alcohol.

In an attempt to comfort him, your hand rests on his. "Does that line usually work?"

Checo chuckles, shaking his head. "No."

You smile, leaning over. A hand resting on his jaw when you kiss him. "It does, tonight."

"I'll say more of them, then." He whispers and you laugh, shaking your head. "Quit while you're ahead, babe."

[libraryofloveletters]

Say Cheese

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: both mick and angie have no patience, reader is so over it, the pains that are family photos, matching outfits, boat loads of patience needed, a cute moment in the end.

Word Count: 576

Author's Note: it's not mick without angie and it's not a blurb with the two of them together.

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Angie, much like her human father, hated to sit still for photos. Imagine the struggle to get both Schumachers to sit for a holiday card. 

Neither of them wanted to sit still.

Angie was running circles around the living room. Her little red and black flannel neck bandana bounced over her thick fur as she ran. Mick, who wasn't looking too overjoyed himself, was sitting on the couch, his flannel shirt wrinkled now.

"Can you get her, Mick?" You asked your boyfriend, slowly losing your patience.

It was your idea after all, suggesting you 3 take a family photo for his mom and so you could have something for the holiday cards. It would be rather weird if you just gave up.

Mick huffs, calling out to Angie. The dog comes running over to Mick, rubbing herself against his legs as he sat on the floor with her. "Hurry up, she's gonna get impatient." He tells you.

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes. "You sure she's the only impatient one?"

Mick cracks a smile, "like father, like daughter."

You stood in front of the two of them, Mick and Angie in front of the Christmas tree as he tried to fix her bandana.

"Smile!" You tell him, somehow that gets Angie to sit still for one second but Mick wasn't looking at the camera. When Mick finally turns, Angie's attention shifts, licking the man's cheek instead.

"Angie!" He groans, wiping off his cheek with the sleeve of your shirt.

You figured you'd try your luck before they both got flustered and ran off. You propped the phone up on the coffee table, setting it to record before smoothing your dress, red to match with Angie and Mick.

The puppy was between the two of you, Angie wagging her tail around, excited about all the attention on her for a moment. Both of you have got your arms over her, smiling at each other.

Mick's attention drops for a moment, trying to fix his shirt and as soon as he moves his hand, Angie goes running off.

"Well, we aren't getting her back, are we?" You asked him and he shook his head, pulling you into his side. The two of you stay for a moment, smiling at each other, almost as if you had forgotten all about the camera on the table.

Angie had found her spot by the fireplace when everyone settled, curled up as you and Mick did the same on the couch. He was watching reruns of some old German show on tv while you attempted to get a good screenshot of you three.

There were a few cute ones of you and Mick already but the ones with Angie took a bit more finesse.

Eventually, you manage to find a good one amidst the madness; you two looking at each other, big smiles on your faces with your arms over Angie, who by some miracle, was looking at the camera.

"Look," you tell him, showing him your phone. Mick smiles in approval, "yeah, that's the one."

"Thought so too," you smiled back at him, his lips pressed to yours before he turned back to the tv.