#mamma mia fic

[percervall]

for the mamma mia series + 10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? 🥰 if you want!

I love talking about the mamma mia series 🥰

To be completely honest, I did not choose the pairings -the pairings chose me. The whole entire premise was a dream I had two-ish years ago and somehow my subconscious chose to cast the men as Blond Guy With Beard, Black Guy, Older Man Who Can’t Not Flirt. So naturally they became Kevin, Lewis, and Mark 🤷🏼‍♀️

This reminds me that I’d like to do a fic event for just this series 🙊 lmk if anyone’s interested

[monzamash]

TIMEZONES SUCK AND I MISSED THIS!!

firstly mar, please add me to your taglist asap. secondly, ahhhhhhh i am so into this story already. they all have such different personalities and i am already obsessed with fiery kev (bias ofc) but it’s a brilliant concept and can’t wait to read more 💖💖

Mamma mia, here I go again

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of a one night stand, mentions of cheating, mentions of abortion Word count: 1.2k Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lazybot @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj

Part 1 of the Mamma Mia series

“Still not feeling well?” George asks you when he spots you dropping slices of ginger into your mug. You shake your head, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea. 

“Had too much to drink again?” he jokes.

“No, God I wish it was just a hangover… Just- Just the consequences of my own actions,” you tip-toe around the subject as you pour the hot water into your mug. You feel George’s eyes on you, can almost hear the gears turning as he tries to figure out what you mean.

“So not a bug or food poisoning, not hungover… Are you-..”

“Yes,” you cut him off, not wanting anyone to hear, “Yes, I am and- and it is what it is.” You feel your shoulders tense up and you will yourself to relax.

“Does Kevin know?”

You shake your head, shame settling heavy in your chest at the mention of your on-and-off-again boyfriend, “No, and I don’t see why he should because I am not keeping it.” Before George can say anything else you leave the coffee station in the motorhome to find solace in your office, praying to whoever will listen that this doesn’t get out. 

Your hope is short lived when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call out, eyes glued to the screens in front of you.

“Hey,” a voice calls from the doorway and you freeze when you realise who it is.

“H-hey,” you reply, trying your hardest not to turn around.

“Can you please look at me?” You bite your lip and swivel round, pushing your computer glasses up into your hair. Looking up your eyes meet his’. 

“Hey,” Lewis says again, a warmth to his eyes you’re having trouble placing. 

“Hi,” you manage to utter, voice timid. You know you would’ve eventually have to see him again, working for the same team kind of made it impossible not to, even though both of you had decided to never speak of that night again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis asks, breaking through the fog of thoughts and memories.

“Tell you what?” You can feel your brows pull together in confusion. 

“That you’re pregnant.” 

The moment those words leave his mouth, you feel as if someone has pulled the rug from under you.

“Who told you?” you manage to utter as panic rises in your throat.

“George. I overheard him telling Lando and Alex before the press conference.”

“Oh no,” you groan, burying your head in your hands. You can only imagine the gifs and memes that are floating around on social media right now. 

“I take it he wasn’t making it up? Come on, talk to me, My,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you. The nickname helps you feel a little more at ease, it having followed you for most of your career ever since you told one of the reporters off for making a sexist comment when you were at RedBull, Mika Häkkinen overhearing you.

“Yes, I am pregnant,” you whisper, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is because-.. I don’t-.. Lewis, I fucked up so bad. I don’t know who the father is.” 

The two of you look at one another and you know he is thinking the same as you –the night neither of you regret but promised to never speak about. 

“So there’s a chance I’m-..” 

You nod, biting your cheek to stop the tears from falling. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not keeping it, I can’t Lewis.” 

“Wait, hold on. Does Kev know?”

You shake your head. Confusion is written all over his face.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t look him in the eye and tell him I cheated. Twice. In the span of 48 hours.”

“Oh Jesus. Damn girl,” Lewis mutters. 

“But it’s fine,” you tell him in an attempt to convince yourself and ignore the feeling of shame weighing on you like a ton of bricks, “I have an appointment booked for Tuesday. I’ll be fine.” You wipe your tears away and plaster on a fake smile as you put your glasses back on. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” you say, effectively shutting down the rest of this conversation. Just four more days, you tell yourself, you’ve got this, just four more days.

Trying your hardest to keep your head down –and avoid the men that participated in your predicament–, you make your way through the paddock, scrolling through the data on your iPad. 

“Skat?” someone calls out to you from your left. There’s only one person you know who would call you that and right now he is the last person you want to see.

“Oh, hi Kev,” you offer meekly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asks you as he comes to stand in front of you. An unnerving sense of deja vu climbs its way up your spine.

“Didn’t tell you what?” you ask in return. Instead of answering you, Kevin holds up his phone, showing you the still paired Google calendar. 

Tuesday 5 September  9:30 BPAS

“Kev-..” 

“No, tell me why you didn’t tell me and I had to find out through Google. An abortion provider, really?” 

“Lower your voice will you?” you hiss, his tone rubbing you the wrong way. 

“Since when do I not have a right to know you’re pregnant with my child?” Kevin ignores your request and barges on, demanding an answer. 

“Everything alright here?” The Australian accent makes you want to cry. Of course it’s just your luck that he is also here.

“Doesn’t concern you, Webber,” Kevin tells the older man before turning back to you, “Why did you keep this from me?” 

“Kevin please-..” 

“No! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant?” 

You know you have two options here: you can either come up with some bullshit excuse or you tell him the truth, and neither of them seem particularly appealing right now. 

“Because-..” you start, swallowing thickly, “Because I don’t know if you’re the father.” You feel both sets of eyes on you as you fight back the tears.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Mark asks you quietly, a hand on your arm. 

“You know damn well what I mean. And I am not your sweetheart.” 

You have to give Kevin credit, it only takes him two seconds to put one and one together before he’s swinging for the former F1 driver. Mark takes a step back, shielding you behind him at the same time.

“Okay,” you hear Nico say and when you peek around Mark’s broad back, you see the German driver holding Kevin back. You have no idea where he came from, but for once you’re grateful to see him. “Kev, we fock smash doors, not people.” 

“Suck my balls,” Kevin seethes, struggling to break free. 

“Kevin, unless you want to explain all of this to both Steiner and Netflix, please listen to Nico,” you say. Kevin freezes, seemingly becoming aware of his surroundings, and lowers his arm. 

“We will talk tonight, okay? Pretty sure you have a meeting to get to and I need to see if Toto hasn’t fired me yet. Tonight,” you add when Kevin opens his mouth to reply, “Same goes for you Mark. I’ll text you.” And with that you leave them behind, head down as you walk back to the Mercedes motorhome.

And the plot thickens! Told you it was an unhinged idea 🙈

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[bobfloydssunnies]

mamma mia au! | "july 17th what a night..." "august 4th what a night..." "august 11th - turned up out of the blue and I said I'd show him the island..."

[ryeriy]

fernando | fernando alonso

-> summary: when visiting home in the off-season fernando came across a familiar face...

-> pairings: fernando alonso x fem!reader

-> a/n: disclaimer, I got these translations off of Google so I'm sorry if they're not accurate

-> warnings: smoking, drinking, mentions of divorce, angst? depends how you interpret, immense regret

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It was that time of the year again when racing ended for a few months until around March. It's January back in Oviedo, Spain, and a bit chilly outside. A whopping 7 ⁰C outside. It's quite crazy how there isn't much snow on the ground since it usually snows around this time. It's a perfect temperature to walk the streets of Oviedo for the night. Maybe go to the casino and gamble some or go get a drink and flirt with some ladies. Those both sounded like pretty good ideas to Fernando in his mind. He was walking down the beautiful streets of Oviedo minding his own business, that was until he heard her.

Fernando couldn't believe it. It couldn't be her, could it? The girl he met years ago on a night like this in Oviedo. It seemed surreal to him. Fernando couldn't stand the thought of letting her go again. He knew he had to talk to her.

Fernando cleared his throat before approaching her. "Y/n?"

The woman turned around, her hair tossed when she moved. Her face was gorgeous and youthful. She had large eyes that stared into Fernando's. With two fingers around a cigarette between her mouth. The makeup on her face was exactly how he remembered; her smoky eyeshadow, stained lips, her mascara a bit smudged. She was wearing one of her signature party dresses. It's like she hasn't aged at all. Fernando couldn't help but stare at her at her fingers noting a ring on it.

Her lips curled into a soft smile as she placed a name on the face in front of her. "Ah! Fernando!"

He softly smiled back at her. She blew a puff of smoke into the air from her cigarette. He didn't say much as he was trying to process all of his thoughts.

"You haven't changed at all, y/n..."

"Ah, why thank you," she paused and glanced at him. Her eyes looked at him up and down before meeting his gaze again. "Suprised you're still in this city and not some big city like Madrid like you said you would be.."

Y/n took another drag of her cigarette still looking at him. Her mind flooding back to that night years ago they spent together, in this same city.

"Well, things change, you know?"

She nodded as he spoke looking a bit mysterious. Fernando couldn't help but stop staring at the ring on her finger.

"You're married?"

"Not for much longer," she answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

Y/n cut him off from his sentence. "You don't need to be sorry, I saw it coming. He's never home and always working and when I saw some lipstick that's not mine on his lips and smelled perfume that I don't own I threw a fit. Yet somehow I was the one who was wrong in the relationship,"

"That's horrible," was all he could say to show some sympathy towards her.

"I shouldn't have even married the bastard...should've followed you instead," y/n let out another puff of smoke as she sighed. Her eyes looked directly at his with a look of regret.

Ten Years Ago, Oviedo, Spain

It was about 6 pm in Oviedo, the sun was about to set and the small city was already preparing for the darkness to come with the lights on buildings, a beautiful sight to the eyes. She was walking down through the streets all alone. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked. The sound of her heels clicking as she stepped was heard over all the traffic and noise. Walking into the casino with one thing on her mind; to have a good time.

She walked through the crowded casino still, with her hips swaying back and forth and her heels making the same clicking sound on the floor. She sat down at one of the slot machines with her purse hanging on her shoulder.

"Come on...come on!" She said as she watched the symbols line up on the screen.

"Damn it!" She exclaimed, slamming her hand against the machine. "One symbol off!" She ran a hand through her hair as she sighed.

"You alright?"

Someone asks her. She turns around to see a man, with dark hair and eyes looking at her with a friendly smile on his face. Wearing casual dress clothes, with a glass of alcohol in his hand. With a heavy Spanish accent.

"Oh yeah, just was close to getting the big bucks," She smiled at him back.

"Ah, how unfortunate. How about I buy you a drink to cheer you up, sweetheart?" His smile turned into a slight smirk as he held out his free hand for her to take.

She looked at him and down with her smile matching his smirk. Without hesitation, she took his hand and got up from her seat following his lead. "Well, I don't see why not..." she paused. Trying to find the right word to call him as she didn't have his name.

"Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself, Fernando," the man said as he led her to the bar, "and you are?"

"Y/n."

"Well, y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." Fernando brought her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on top of it.

"Likewise," Y/n replied to him, blushing a little bit.

"What do you drink, amor?"

"I'll take a margarita," she smiled at him softly, "so say, Fernando, what brings you to Oviedo?"

He looks over at her and let's out a soft chuckle. "Well, believe or not I actually live here...in the summers...and holiday breaks. I travel a lot."

She softly smiles as she looked confused, raising a brow at him. "You live here occasionally then?"

"Yes, but no?"

"Okay? So either you live here or you don't, what's it gonna be Fernando." She laughed.

"Yes I do live here, it's just for work I'm always having to travel," he explained. The bartender brought over the drinks and he took a sip of his, still looking at her.

"Ah, so what do you do for work?" She grabbed her glasses and took a small sip of hers.

He didn't want to tell her he raced cars to potentially ruin what they had, so he decided to make something up. "I'm in finance, working on moving our to Madrid once I get bigger, you know?"

"Finance, ay? Not quite my feild," she let's out a chuckle.

"Oh yeah? What are you?" He asks before taking another sip of his drink, nearly finishing it.

"Attorney, I work at practice nearby."

"Attorney, that must be nice," he said as he looked at her up and down. "So say, how about we just screw this place off, yeah?"

She didn't think twice before smirking back at him and smiling. "I'd love nothing more than that,"

Then the rest is history.

Present Day

"God, I should've never let you go..." She said, looking at him.

"But you did. Why did you even go for me?" He looked at her and raised his brow.

"There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando. Shining for you and me, it seemed right at the time. You made me forget about everything but when I woke up the next morning I realized I had to move on, or I thought so at least.."

"We could still make it work now, no?" He looked at her with hope.

"No, it wouldn't work out with your racing and traveling all the time and me doing my work here in Spain..I'm sorry this couldn't work out. I wish you the best, Fernando."

With that, she walked off into the dark of the night leaving him there all alone just like all those years ago. She was never really his to begin with.