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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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Quite miss home - Michael Italiano x fem!reader

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Summary: A lifetime of friendship also meant a lifetime not being something else. It also means a lifetime missing each other, until they decided to just stop and give it a try.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!reader

Warnings: Oh the sadness and the angst. Also swearing and tears.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I’m obsessed with writing childhood friends to lovers oneshots? Yes. I’m planning to stop? Nah. Just bare with me, kiddos. Hope you like it.

Quite miss home.

To say she ran to him as she saw him waiting at the airport was an understatement. To say she spent her good five minutes hugging him was another one understatement. And to say she could have stayed there in the middle of the airport, with her arms around his neck and her feet in the air was nothing but pure truth. She even left her bags forgotten on the floor besides them, but she couldn't care less about it. Her tote bags, her carry-on and the small bag right over it were on the floor in a second, but it wasn't as important as Michael. Nothing was as important as him at that moment. Not in the airport, not in UK and not even in the world.

She thought at some point she'd get used to Michael being far away and seeing him counted days in the whole year, but it wasn't the case. Not even after not seeing him for two years straight made her get used to the distance. So after four months since the last time they saw each other, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, whispering in his ear that she missed him more than anything in the world.

It wasn't a lie. It really wasn't a lie, but she didn't get the courage to say why she missed his best friend so much. She had been trying to find the courage since she was a teenager, but it never happened so she just kissed his cheek and murmured a little 'Ciao, cara mia’ while she found once again the strength to not kiss his lips that were just inches from hers. And she really had to keep it together as Michael kissed her nose and murmured another ‘Ciao Bella’ before he finally put her down on the floor.

But they never let go of each other, not even when she was finally standing on her own two feet and carrying her bags. While her tote bag was on her right shoulder, her left arm was around his waist, and while Michael took care of her carry-on, his right arm was over her shoulders, keeping her as close as possible. That's how things were. That's how things always have been since they were kids. Since she met Michael at school when they were just nine years old, they have somehow turned inseparable and it never really changed. Not in High school, not in university, and not even later.

The only thing that really put them apart was Michael moving to Europe, which was nothing but unfortunate for her immense crush on him. It was unfortunate and it also broke her heart, but he never knew and she never blamed him. But she blamed herself for it. For twenty two long years she had more than one chance to tell him. Damn, she could have told him every single day since they met, but then she thought about losing him, and throwing the idea out of the windows sounded more logical.

She wasn't going to let a silly crush ruin her friendship with her best friend, so every single time she decided to bit her tongue and act like there wasn't butterflies in her stomach when his skin touched her, when he smiled at her or when his face was centimeters away from hers like it was that day at the airport.

But the butterflies never went away, especially not when he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers on the back of the taxi and during the whole ride from the airport to his place, or when he kissed her knuckles from time to time as they talked while she looked at the city through the windows. It all just got worse with time. Michael made it worse by existing. He made the butterflies make an absolutely disaster inside her. He made her brain get all dizzy. He made her heart race so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, like in some cartoon that they used to watch when they were kids. He made her feel so much love that sometimes she had no idea how she would ever get over it. She really had no idea how she was ever going to get over him.

It was worse when they finally reached his apartment. As soon as they left her things by the door, his arms were around her again. But this time he didn't pick her up like in the airport; this time she just rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of just being there with her favorite person. She just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms after months of missing every single thing about him, from the way he smelled to the way he felt and the way he would kiss her head and stroked her hair in their hug.

It was in those little moments when she would wonder if maybe she could have a chance. In those little moments when she would feel Michael smile against her head and squeeze her a bit tighter, just because, that was when she couldn't help but wonder if one day they could be something else. But then she wanted to slap herself in the back of her head, breaking her own heart again, remembering that if nothing happened in twenty-two years, then nothing was going to happen. No when they had chance after chance after chance to cross that barrier.

'You're lucky he's still your best friend' was what she whispered to herself time after time, and every single one of those times, she held onto him a bit tighter, until two handfuls of his shirt didn't seem to be enough. A kiss on his chest didn't seem enough, but that's all they got to do before Michael broke their little silent encounter, saying that he was sure she wanted to take a shower. 'That's the first thing you always do after a flight, so go on,' he insisted, but she didn't answer. She wanted, God, she needed to after all those hours of traveling, but she didn't want to let him go. And almost as if he could read her mind, Michael took her hand, made her follow him to his bedroom as he dropped an 'I'm making us lunch while you get in there, so don't be in there forever'. Of course he knew about the showers after trips. Of course he knew about her taking forever in the shower. He always knew. After two decades and too many travels together, he knew how she hated to smell like airports and planes. After two decades of being in each other's homes until it felt like their own home, he knew about her bad habit. Michael knew everything except the only thing he should know.

With a kiss on the forehead, Michael left her in his room for a second as he went to grab her stuff and brought them to her. She knew better than to say no to coach Michael, so she nodded, letting him give her everything she might need for the shower even when she knew perfectly fine where things were around his apartment. She said yes to everything Michael told her, even if it was the same words he would say every single time she was there. Normally she would tell him that she knew, but it has been so long since the last time she was there that maybe Michael was right on repeating them. It was so long that maybe he changed the towels to another place, or his shirts were in another drawer. Thanks to the pandemic and lockdowns and restrictions, she hasn't been there since 2019, so it was somehow nice to know it was all in the same place.

Normally she would hate to admit when Michael was right, but this time she had to admit she needed that shower. It wasn't about feeling dirty after such a trip, but more about the fact that she needed a second to put herself back together. She needed a second to breath something that wasn't his perfume, even if it was impossible considering she decided to use his things in the shower instead of hers. Her excuse was being too lazy to look for them, but in reality, she just loved smelling like him. She loved it, and she always saw how Michael smiled as he smelled it, too. She always thought Michael found it funny, but she always wished there was another reason behind that smile.

What she also wished for was to stop thinking about him for a damn second. She knew it was impossible because it was his place, but she couldn't take him out of her head. Even under the water all she could think about was how amazing it would be if somehow Michael walked through the door and joined her, but clearly, he didn't. There was no way on earth he would do such a thing, just like there was no way she would like her.

With a mix between disappointment and sadness, she walked out of the shower, put on the shirt that she stole from his closet, and went straight to the bedroom. The idea was to lay down for a minute and then go back to the kitchen with Michael, but as her body touched the bed, her brain started again. This time she couldn't help but wonder the same thing as in the shower, asking herself how it would be if suddenly Michael joined her there even if just for a minute.

Maybe the planets aligned. Maybe every single one of her wishes was finally heard. Maybe that was her lucky day because unlike in the shower, this time Michael did walk into the bedroom and sat down right beside her, looking down at her with a tiny smile on his face. He looked so happy and so handsome that he took her breath away and left her tongue-tied. She had no idea what to do or say, so the only thing she did was raise her right hand to touch his cheek as she smile back at him.

They were always close. They never really knew what personal space was. Maybe it was the fact that kids normally don't know what that is and they grew up playing and hugging and just laying over each other. Maybe it was the fact that they held each other in all the bad and good moments of their lives. Maybe it was the fact that their love language was somehow touching each other, even if just for a second. But whatever the reason was, that day, it felt different.

Michael kissing her hand and stroking her cheek felt different, but what felt especially different was the way he laid down and placed his face on the crock of her neck. He didn't say a thing to her; he just did it, and she couldn't help but hold him as close as possible. She hugged him, running her fingers through his short hair and tracing lines all over his back like she'd done hundreds of times before.

The other thing that was different was his hands around her body. Hugging wasn't weird for them, but when his left hand went under her shirt to stay in her lower back, and especially when his right hand went to her hips, she left the goosebumps appearing because it was different. It felt like Michael didn't care about the fact that his hand was resting over the material of her panties as his thumb stroked her skin. It seemed like he didn't really care she was wearing just her panties and one of his shirts. And if Michael didn't care, she didn't either. In fact, she couldn't be happier about it. She couldn't be hornier about it. The fact that she could feel him breathing against her neck was killing her. The sensation of his hands over her body and how amazing it felt against her was a beautiful torture. How incredibly good he smelled wasn't helping either, so it turned her into a big, horny disaster.

Like in the bathroom, she asked her lucky stars to make Michael do something more than that. Maybe it was to ask too much from the universe, but having him on top of her, their bodies pressed together and his arms firmly around her wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed something that would give her the courage she needed to open her mouth to say she wanted him like that every single night.

She was supposed to tell him during that trip. She promised herself she was finally going to have the courage to tell him because she needed to. But not even in that moment did she have the heart and the courage needed to ruin that friendship. No after twenty-two years. No after having Michael as one of the only constants in her life. No when she spent most of her life with him by her side. And especially no when she didn't even remember what life was like without him.

She had to learn by force to live without him by her side and to see him through a screen, but he was always there. He was always a text or a phone away. He was always going to be there for Christmas. That's why the idea of spending a lifetime without him at all was way scarier than spending a life not being able to love him from close. She could learn to deal with the fact that he was never going to be hers, but not with him not being her anything. That's why she settled for being his friend when she wanted them to be all that and more. That's why she settled with giving him a kiss on his forehead when all she wanted to do was kiss his whole face and end up in his lips.

That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything to him. That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything for him.

That's why she had to let him go when Michael murmured against her neck that lunch was ready and getting cold.

Things didn't get any easier after their little cuddle session in bed. It didn't get easier to be around him during or even after lunch. They talked about their families, jobs, friends and plans as if they didn't text every single day. They chatted about how she was still visiting his grandma and how she was still learning Italian with her. They talked about the new guys at her work and how they were two idiots who thought Formula 1 wasn't a sport for women. They talked about what they were going to do in those two weeks, she was going to be there and they started making plans for the Holidays and January. They talked about everything except why they ended up cuddling in bed, so she decided that not asking was going to be better for them and their relationship. All she did was stroke his cheek as she thanked him for making lunch, insisting that it was awesome, but that it especially tasted like home.

After a little discussion about who was gonna clean the dishes -and Michael dragging her away from the sink, which ended with his hands right under her shirt again- that ended with both of them splashing water to each other as they laughed till their bellies hurt, then came nap time. It wasn't his nap time; it was her nap time. The shower, plus having her stomach full and finally be relaxed made her start to yawn before Michael even finished cleaning the kitchen. She was too exhausted after the trip and not being able to sleep for more than a couple of hours, so she decided to take a little nap. The thing was that she decided to take it on the couch right besides Michael. She could have taken the big empty bed in the bedroom, but she didn't want to, saying she didn't want to sleep on her own. She wanted to stay with him, so she decided to lay right beside him as Michael worked on his computer.

It took her no time to fall asleep. It took her no time when she was hugging Michael and he was kissing her forehead from time to time as he read whatever he was reading on the screen. It wasn't hard when she was the comfiest she had been in months. But the particular thing wasn't how easy she felt asleep, but the way she woke up. She had no idea how much she slept since her phone was forgotten somewhere in the kitchen, but she couldn't care less. No when Michael somehow fell asleep too.

When she woke up Michael was asleep, his right hand wrapped around her shoulders, but his left hand resting right over her ass. She could have moved. She knew she needed to move, but instead she played asleep again, waiting for Michael to wake up again. Instead of moving away, she snuggled closer to him, hiding her face on his neck in the exact same way he did earlier with her. In that moment she started to wonder how the hell she was going to be able to sleep under the same roof, knowing that he was going to be so close yet so far.

The deal was as simple as her crushing on his couch for the two weeks she was going to spend there. She wasn't going to rent an Airbnb as long as he was sleeping in his bed and she was staying on the couch, without any insistence on switching places or anything at all. It was as easy as insisting that she fit perfectly on the couch, but that not even his legs would fit there. Even during their facetime call she could see the frown on his face as he accepted the deal, not happy at all knowing she was probably going to be more than uncomfortable. That was the thing with Michael since they were kids, he'd rather sleep on a wet floor if it meant seeing she was comfortable. He would do anything at all if that would put a smile on her face and that was one of the reasons why she loved him so damn much. That and the fact that she was absolutely in love with him since she was 16 and she started to really understand what really being in love was. That's why, at the beginning their deal sounded cool, but now just to think about two weeks of spending every single hour with him made her want to explode.

That was their deal, but now she was absolutely regretting not making a joke about them sharing the bed, just to see his reaction and his answer. But none of that really mattered at that moment. Everything could be fixed later, but what couldn't be fixed -or at least not there- was how terrible horny she was again. Their legs were tangled, making them a mess of limbs that made Michael end with one of his legs between hers, and she couldn't stop thinking about easy it could be to ride it right there. Their chests were together and she was sure Michael was going to be able to see through her shirt how hard her nipples were. Damn, she was sure that if he paid attention, he was going to be able to heard her heart racing inside her chest.

It was when she heard the first thunder that she decided that she didn't care anymore. It was when she heard the first drops of rain outside that she decided that if something was gonna happen then she was gonna let it happen. She wasn't going to push it, or that she promised to herself. But promises could be broken, and she did break hers.

She tried to resist the temptation. She tried to be good. She tried to act like a normal friend, but her face was resting against his neck. Her lips were almost touching his skin. He was so damn close and he felt amazing and he smelled so good that it was intoxicating. Maybe she really did get intoxicated; that's why she decided to press one almost imperceptible kiss against his neck.

If everything went to hell after that, at least she would die with the memory of being able to kiss his neck once, which was more than she thought she would ever do. She could live and die with the beautiful memory of how good and right it felt to kiss his skin, and even if it was wrong, it felt absolutely right. She had no idea why she thought it was a smart choice. She thought that maybe he wasn't going to wake up. She even thought that she could go away with it, but she didn't.

Her heart stopped and skipped a beat when she felt Michael moving after she did it. For a moment she thought that she absolutely fucked it up and that he was going to run away, but he didn't. She thought that Michael was going to ask what the hell was she doing, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged her tighter, letting a little and almost silent whimper leave his lips.

"We'll have to reschedule dinner out. Its looks like Noe's arc is about to pass around the corner at any time" she whispered, in desperate need to act like nothing really happened. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he didn't feel the kiss. Maybe she didn't ruin their friendship for a stupid idea.

"You'll be here two weeks, Buttercup. We can go to have dinner any other night" he whispered in his sleepy voice, which didn't really help to how she was already feeling. Neither did the kiss he gave her on her forehead. "I'll make dinner, don't worry"

"Tell me you've ice cream for dessert or I'll be sad"

"Why would I have ice cream?" he asked in the most serious tone, making her doubt for a second. He always had ice cream when she was around. He always made sure to have the stuff she liked when she came to visit, but maybe this time was an exception. "I'm joking. I got all your favorite stuff"

It was her turn to go move to slap his chest. She has been doing it since they were fourteen. The first time it happened was when he told her a terribly bad joke and she laughed because it was funny. but she also slapped him, making Michael give her his best puppy eyes as he said he was sorry. After that moment, the really bad jokes were responded with that playful slap, but this time this was different too. As soon as her hand rested against his chest, Michael grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing one by one her knuckles. And just when he was done, he rested their joined hands against his chest, not letting her hand go off hiss.

"Thanks Mikey"

"There's nothing to thanks" he insisted, kissing her temple before he kept talking. "Hey, remember our lunches when we were kids?"

And how she could ever forget. "I do. Your mom used to put Reese's buttercups for dessert every Friday. That's when you started to call me Buttercup" she smiled, thinking about those memories, feeling like somehow it happened yesterday and not over two decades ago. She remembered perfectly little Michael sitting right beside her, talking about how he was going to play some sport over the weekend, all while she talked about her plans to go to some museum. The funny thing was how, over two decades later, things were still the same. She loved museums, he loved sports, and they still loved to have lunch together.

"And for your obsession with Powepuff girls" he pointed out, covering her forehead with tender kisses. But her favorite thing was probably how his hands were still in the same place as they were when she woke up. He was still stroking her lower back and her ass. He was moving his fingers over her back and her leg like it was absolutely nothing. He was holding up like they were supposed to be there and maybe they were. "Then somehow it turned into Bella thanks to Nana and your obsession with learning Italian"

"E ho imparato l'italiano, sole mio" she stated, finally moving from her safe place to kiss his cheek while a cheeky grin was drawn on her face.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Also I gotta admit something" he whispered, making her finally move to look at him. "I had the buttercups for you. One of the first days of classes they asked our favorite candy, you said buttercups. After that I told mom to put 'em on my lunch so I would've something to share with you. They were never really for me"

"You did that for me?" she asked, feeling her cheeks turning warm and red. There was no way he would have done that. They were nine. They were kids. They were kids and she couldn't really believe such a thing, but then she looked at Michael and there was the answer written all over his face. It was fucking true.

"You were the prettiest girl in the whole damn universe and somehow heaven sent you to sit right next to me. I couldn't lose my chance. Especially not after you called me Mikey and your cheeks turned red. Just like now"

She hated the fact that Michael took his hand away from her leg, but she loved that he did it to touch her face. He touched her cheek so carefully that it looked as if he felt like she was going to break at any second. He stroked her red cheek with fingers, and she had no other chance but to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Nobody called you Mikey and I don't know why I did it. Nobody calls you like that" she whispered, playing with the material of his black T-shirt to focus on something that wasn't his face so close to hers.

"Nobody but you, Buttercup" Michael murmured, looking straight into her eyes, with a beautiful little smirk on his face as his nickname for her slipped through his lips.

Twenty years and that silly little word still made her feel like a nine-year-old girl.

But what also made her feel like that little girl was the way he was looking at her, which was making her feel too nervous for her own good. "Don't look at me like that" she practically begged, closing her eyes to avoid his, even if just for a second.

"Like what?". She didn't know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. 'Don't look at me like you like me'. 'Don't look at me like I'm pretty'. 'Don't look at me like you'd like to kiss me'. There were too many options, but nothing seemed good enough to explain it. There were no words to explain the way he was looking at her as if she was everything to him. There was no way to say it the right way. There were no words she could use that would be enough. And even if she found those words, they got lost somewhere else when Michael spoke again. "I miss you"

She wanted to giggle at the comment, but all she did was smile. A little smirk appeared on her face as she heard those words, because that was the closest they had been in months, but there was Michael saying that when she less needed it. "I'm right here"

"I don't mean now. I mean when you're not around. I really miss you". It was a whisper against her forehead. It was just a couple of words, but it gave her goosebumps. It made the knot in her stomach just grow bigger, especially when she remembered how it was going to be over before they even realized it.

"Don't tell me that. I've to go back home at some point and how I'm supposed to have the heart to do it?"

"Then don't" he affirmed, and she knew him well enough to know there was not a single sign of doubt in his words. But she got too distracted by his lips on her forehead, moving from there to there to her temple and oh-so-slowly going down to her cheek. "There's enough room for both of us here. I know there's only one room but that never stopped us. We could make it work. Besides I'm not here much"

And that was the problem. That was what hurt. That was one of the things that haunted her and stopped her from doing anything was that he wasn't around and the eternal doubt of how they could make it work. But even with that against them, there's nothing she wanted more than to stay. "I don't wanna go. I really don't want to"

"Then stay. Baby look at me" he begged, and she couldn't do anything but do as he asked and look at him again. But maybe it was a mistake, because there he was, even closer than before, with his lips almost touching hers. "I really mean it. We can really give this a try. I want us to give it a try. Tell me you don't think about this. Tell me you never thought about us"

Just like she had no idea how she handled his lips against her neck, or his hands all over her body, she had no idea how she was resisting that. She had no idea how she was resisting his lips ghosting over hers as they were breathing the same air. But maybe she was resting in the same way that she did it for over two long decades.

"I do, but we shouldn't. We've been friends for 22 years and if someone goes wrong I just- I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you, Mike" she explained, taking a deep breath as she tried to get rid of the knot that now was also attacking her throat. The simple thought of losing him just hurt too much. It has always hurt, but now that it was possible, it was just worse. It was just so bad that her heart ached.

"We can make a promise that we won't push each other away no matter what. We can sign a contract if you want. I'll do anything but just please kiss me, baby" Michael begged once, looking straight at her eyes as he did it.

She wasn't thinking when her left hand went straight to the side of his neck. She wasn't thinking either, when her right hand went to his waist, sneaking under his shirt without permission. She didn't need permission for any of it and they were going to have to talk after it, but she couldn't care less.

And after two decades waiting and wanting to kiss Michael, she finally got to do it.

And damn, it was worth the wait.

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standbyric · 2 years

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[PART I]

01: After that Maiden Win

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Female!Driver OC x Pierre Gasly Premise: Formula One, Female Racing Driver Rating: 18+; Mature themes (explicit language, death, trauma innuendos, motorsport accident, mentions of sex) Timeline: Back and forth Word Count: 3.4k Sum: The last sentence Daniel could make up was Zea saying, 'I made a friend!'. Yeah. He reckoned they were friends now. Friends with the twins, he meant.

⬅️ Chapter 00 | MASTERLIST | Chapter 02 ➡️

“THE blokes from Audi are throwing a party tonight—“

“—Did you know?”

Michael Italiano gave Daniel a puzzled look when his friend’s response was far from the topic. “Know what?”

“She was apparently raised in Melbourne—so yeah, that explains her accent—and she knows Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Hey, I do a bit of Brazilian jiu-jitsu.”

Daniel hadn’t peeled his eyes off the screen of his laptop. He’d been scrolling through the Wikipedia page—and basically any internet page he could find—of ‘Zeahire Sinaga’ since entering his driver’s suite when his eyes shot sparkles as he seemingly found something in common between him and the lady.

Keeping his puzzled look on, Michael decided to finish cleaning up, rolling the resistance band before putting it back inside the travel bag. His friend-slash-client’s behaviour had amused him, to say the least.

“So, will you be going?” He returned to his first question, hoping it’d be enough trigger for the Red Bull driver to avert his attention from the screen finally.

“What?”

“Maybe instead of googling or Wikipedia-ing the person, make an effort to talk to her?” Michael said with authority. He even crossed his arms. “You know two seasons have passed since she made her debut? And you never talked to her. What’s with the sudden interest?”

Exactly.

Daniel had always been the paddock’s certified carefree guy, but for the past two seasons, he’d been so focused on racing that everything else disconnected for a while. Yeah, he wasn’t the best student at school, but hey—he did know how to focus on his goals, especially after ranking below his teammate, Daniil Kvyat, last season on the Driver’s Standing.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, mate.”

“I’m going.”

“Going what?”

“Her victory celebration party,” Michael threw his arms up, expressing his subtle frustration.

It was Daniel’s turn to give Michael a puzzled look. “You know people from Audi? I didn’t know you’d been talking to them.” Not to belittle anyone’s affability, but it had been an open secret that Daniel is the most outgoing driver—hell, person even—on the grid. And even he hadn’t been buddy-buddy yet with the people from Audi. Blame it on the heated competition and the fact that the team was only established last season; he simply hadn’t the time.

“Yeah. Elijah. I know him.”

“Elijah, who?”

Michael chuckled. “Her performance coach.”

Well. Birds of a feather flock together, Daniel thought.

“Wait, why are we even talking about this again?” The Aussie shook his head because it had almost felt like Michael was onto something.

“Because… it’s an open invite…?” Michael bit his lip before continuing, “and your newly-found interest in her?”

Daniel gave Michael a side eye, trying not to lose his cool over…whatever his performance coach’s tone meant just now.

“Yeah, like I’m interested in Lewis, Seb, Rosberg? Look, she gave me one hell of a competition; you saw how she overtook me in turn 11. It’s natural for us drivers to do our research.” Yeah, right, Sherlock. Even Daniel thought that came out sounding absolutely like a stupid little excuse. Whom was he kidding?

“Alright, mate,” Michael put his hands out front, gesturing his backing down, “I’m just informing you that it’s an open invite. You’re free to show up.”

“…Yeah.”

By the time Daniel arrived at the bar, it was already getting dark. But the music was still on full boost, and he could even make his Team Principal, Christian Horner, chat with whom he assumed to be Abelard ‘Alby’ Krüger, Audi’s Team Principal.

He was greeted by Sebastian Vettel upon entrance, who was sharing a conversation with Lewis, Romain Grosjean, and Sergio Perez, each holding a glass of alcohol.

“Thought you weren’t gonna make it, man.” Lewis gave him a fist bump. “Saw Michael alone.”

“Yeah, had to make rounds with my parents; you know I’m that filial,” he chuckled. “Congrats on P2, mate.”

Lewis shrugged his gratitude, swivelling his glass.

“Got his ass handed by Zea on that last corner. Saw the re-run, and you were struggling there, mate,” Sebastian chipped in, sounding amused. “How does it feel? Getting your ass handed by a woman?”

“Come on, man. I have nothing against female drivers; you know that. Besides, we all got our asses served. On a nice, silver platter.”

The five drivers laughed. No lie to that statement, after all. The first woman who managed to sit at the top of the podium since 1980. She had displayed some solid driving. Perhaps a little too solid for their comfort. But to Lewis’ defence, he was running on an old set of softs for that last three laps when Zea out-paced him to take the chequered flag.

Daniel had also come to fancy himself a glass of alcohol as he continued engaging the others in conversation. The night soon deepened.

“So, are you not going to talk to her? Horner looks interested in her.”

“So is Toto, apparently,” Lewis added his own observation to Sebastian’s statement, finding his Team Principal already within the circle.

Daniel finally followed the line sight of the two drivers beside him.

And there she was.

Arms crossed as she stood tall alongside Krüger, her smile full of confidence. She had an air of authority surrounding her toned figure, which, to Daniel’s curiosity, he found…intriguing.

“It was definitely the mask.” Grosjean interrupted Daniel’s train of thought.

“Not going to blame anyone for keeping their distance from her because she did use to have that, uh, don’t-talk-to-me atmosphere when she had her black mask on last season.”

Make sense.

“She looks much friendlier now,” and the rest of Grosjean’s sentence derailed onto the back of Daniel’s head.

It was as if he was sucked in.

Her animated expression was back as she answered whatever his Team Principal was saying. She seemed to have the habit of ending every sentence with her signature smile—where the left corner of her lips would lift higher, and her eyes vanish in the shape of a crescent moon—if Daniel were to make a description. He wasn’t very good at expressing how strikingly unique it was. And look at her arm—

“Didn’t know she had a tattoo on her arm,” Daniel muttered. As a self-proclaimed stigmatophile, his love for the ink was up to the extent that he’d keep probing for excuses to engrave new designs on his skin.

That deep black ink on her stood out in contrast against her slightly brown skin. The stroke followed the line of her arm, with the artwork peeking over her exposed back and continuing to frame along her left forearm. It looked like a depiction of a clock and its gears with Roman numbers.

It looked good.

And whatever that top she decided to put on, that is some pretty figure-hugging top. Clearly, the woman had some fashion sense in her. Also that, is some nice ass—Jesus—jeans, he meant.

It’s the alcohol.

Happy laughter from the Australian Grand Prix winner across the room snapped Daniel out of his almost-wild thought. Maybe he should, for the sake of sportsmanship, go over and offer her some words of congratulations. He reckoned he hadn’t done that, and he would’ve usually done that as early as the podium.

“Be right back, guys.”

Alby had begun sounding like an overly proud parent, overselling his all-star daughter to rival parents; Christian and Toto.

But Zea couldn’t, and wouldn’t, blame him for that. The poor old man had had to swallow his pride being the rookie despite having more experience in the motorsport industry.

Audi Sport had made quite the name and reputation for themselves in Rally and endurance races, winning worldwide titles. But in Formula One? Yeah, not so much.

Their first season in 2015, after replacing Marussia F1, who had withdrawn that year, quoting Zea; “car was shit, uncompetitive as fuck, and might blow up” anytime she pushed her pace a little bit. Audi Sport Formula Racing (ASFR) was short on funds and people back in 2015, having been unable to rack up significant sponsorship with-what Zea being a newbie… and a woman.

Laughable.

They needed promising talents at low prices and had to make do with fewer personnel. Their budget was tight as fuck, so Alby was looking for bright undergraduates willing to work for low costs. Getting good results on a race day was like combining excellent luck with prodigious driving skills.

Fortunately, Zea was both.

The result?

She had finished the season with an impossibly possible 100% points rate, squeezing two podiums even, putting Audi alongside McLaren at 5th in the Constructors Standing.

So, yeah, Zea was more than happy to put on a show for Alby today, seeing her boss had been nothing but her ally throughout those tough times.

The only problem was that—she was getting a bit parched. But her means of salvation from the current situation, namely her not-boyfriend-but-twin Irza, was nowhere to be found.

“Daniel!”

Zea jumped a little before turning her head, following the Red Bull Team Principal waving to someone behind her.

Daniel Ricciardo.

The man had given her a pretty hard time for almost twelve laps before a little slip-up from the Aussie allowed her to pass him at turn 11 today. Well, they say luck is a skill.

“Oh, hey, P4 guy!”

“Ouch!”

Zea chuckled at Daniel’s exaggerated display of her words, stabbing him in the heart.

Jester. As usual. What was new?

“Zea here was telling me how she’s gonna have nightmares of your rear,” Christian said.

“Oh yeah?”

It was his big grin that had unconsciously tugged the corner of Zea’s lips.

“Wasn’t the same for me, ‘cause she just flew up to P1. Not enough time for me to get nightmares of her rear.”

Ouch. Did he just insult himself??

Zea snorted hard, struggling to stifle her laugh as she saw Daniel keep his grin even after a somewhat degrading remark he had subjected himself to.

“See, Zea? Fun time. He’d make the perfect teammate.”

Zea coughed out a half smile.

Was Christian really pushing his agenda to recruit the Audi driver right before Alby? Which Zea found ludicrous, to be honest, as the man didn’t even spare her the courtesy of a small chat upon what arguably might have been the best debut season a rookie could have had last year. Come on; she had driven that overgrown lawnmower Audi called a car right up the stairways to Podium. At least Martin Brundle and David Croft had the decency to mention her achievement on the live broadcast, albeit just once. Give the woman credit.

Yet the Red Bull head and a couple of other team principals had jumped on the bandwagon of controversy surrounding her pace. The most popular was weight dispute. From alleging the engine not meeting minimum weight to her weight being too advantageous, seeing she was on the light side.

They had demanded she and Audi be penalised for the car not meeting the regulated weight level…only to be dismissed by the stewards even before they could bring it up to the FIA board. That was because there was absolutely no proof of an engine weight problem, plus her car had been fitted with extra weight to match the male drivers’ average weight. So, yes, no issue there. Quoting Felipe Massa, the only explanation for her pace was, “The kid is fast. Just swallow it. She’s fast.”

Christian might be half joking, for all Zea knew. After all, the man had Max Verstappen—the youngest debutant in the history of Formula One, who had overshadowed her formal debut season last year, in his little pocket. Besides, nah—it had never crossed her mind to race for any other team than Audi.

“I heard they make the fruit punch with pineapple, Zea. You like pineapple, right?”

Nice save, Alby!

“Why don’t you go grab some fruit punch for yourself and don’t mind whatever he said.”

“Oh my, did he say anything?” Her tone was harmless, but it didn’t have to take a genius to understand how bitchy it had meant. “A little mosquito just flew by my ears. Whatever did he say?”

Daniel was the first to break out in loud, crispy laughter, with Christian chewing out a bitter-sounding chuckle after. Superb teamwork from the Audis right there, with Zea immediately erupting in tiny giggles afterwards.

And then, after bidding her smiley goodbye to the other two Team Principals, Zea headed right for the bar. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was parched.

“So… Hello, fellow Aussie.”

Zea took the sight of Daniel as the hunk casually sat himself right next to her. She hadn’t expected him to follow her to the bar. Or was he following her?

“I’m Brazilian—well, half. My mother’s Indonesian,” she said afterwards, deciding that holding a conversation wouldn’t do her any harm.

“You have an Aussie accent. Do Half-Brazilians speak in an Aussie accent?”

Holy mother of icebreakers.

For a moment there, Zea couldn’t speak. Fortunately, she’d been quick enough to prevent her mouth from gaping in disbelief. She was trying to read between the line of his words. The man was a known jester to the entire paddock, so…

But it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the Brazilian national anthem was played following her podium win. Perhaps he didn’t pay attention?

“…Does it not occur to you that I may have lived in Australia? Hence the accent?”

It was a silent reply from the man as a flush crept up his face. And Zea had started to regret what she had just said. Should she have come up with something witty to counter that instead? But the witty side of her brain seemed to have short-circuited for no reason. She could’ve sworn it had begun as soon as Christian called his name.

“Yeah, sorry, I know… you’re not Australian. Jesus, yeah, that was—that was a really bad choice of topic to break the ice. Damn.” Daniel exhaled loudly, clearly appalled at his own choice of words. “What I mean to say is congratulations on your P1—on your maiden win.”

Zea shook her head as she found her mouth twitch before finally breaking into a wide grin. “Wow—whiewh—that was one horrible attempt at conversation. But don’t worry, mate, I’ve heard worse.”

She giggled harder as Daniel shot her a distressed look laced with his usual humour, “Did you just insult me, woman?”

“I’m sorry, mate. Is it because of the P4? But hey, you still got the fastest lap!”

“Shut up!” he said in mock outrage that successfully sent Zea’s giggle into a full-blown laugh. She didn’t know why she felt the need to rub it on him. She’d found his reaction funny enough for her to keep pushing the belt on the P4 situation. After all, he was well on his way to scoring a podium in his home race.

“Thanks. It’s really nice of you to say that.” Zea genuinely meant that. He’d shown a display of sportsmanship that she needed to see.

“So, uh, Fruit punch?” Daniel pointed his chin to her glass with a hint of judgment.

“Hey, they really make it with pineapple.”

From the confused look that Daniel was giving her, it was clear that she hadn’t given him the answer he was looking for.

She made an ‘o’ shape with her lips before returning to the man. “I don’t drink.”

Daniel was surprised like he was deliberately trying not to hide his surprise with both his eyes wide. Zea chuckled.

“It might sound ridiculous, but I’m actually allergic to alcoholic drinks,” Zea had put a hand over her mouth as she said that, half-whispering to Daniel, a little gesture that Daniel found somehow… adorable, with-what all her changes in expression as she said that.

“I almost died once.”

Jesus, this woman.

Daniel managed to swallow the champagne before her statement could choke him quickly. She had said that a little too light-heartedly that it surprised him.

“Excuse me?”

“From alcohol consumption.”

“Oh?”

“I was hyperventilating, and my obviously dumb brother thought I was breaking some Michael Jackson dance move or something.” Speaking of her brother, Daniel hadn’t seen that not-boyfriend-but-twin-but-regardless-her-guardian all night now. Not that he wished for him to show up now.

“He just got his driver’s license, and obviously, I was the driver in the family. It was so chaotic. He was crying in the car; I was literally fighting against air, but we got to the hospital on time, so I didn’t die. I mean, I could have if he were five minutes late. Then I wouldn’t be here talking with you, drinking fruit punch.”

Again with her light-heartedness. It made Daniel feel like they’d been friends for the longest time.

A little sensation he’d reckoned might be regret began creeping up. Like, what had been holding him up from at least befriending this woman that it had taken him almost two seasons? The mask?

“I… I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

He’d dragged a giggle out of her. Her eyes immediately disappeared into a pair of crescent moons—adorable. Her head shook, making the number 8 earrings on each side of her ears jiggle in response.

Must be for her racing number. 88.

Daniel had to admit he’d enjoyed this little conversation they’d been sharing a tad more than he thought.

Well.

Thirty per cent conversation from her side, seventy per cent just him taking the sight of her like she was some anomaly. Not in a negative way, obviously.

It was just that; she’d always sounded stoic from the bits of radio broadcasted on re-runs. Her messages were short, direct and meant to be on the concise side, so Daniel couldn’t even imagine her capable of being this…laid back.

“Speaking of your brother… looks like he’s gotten himself company.”

Zea peeled her eyes off the grinning Aussie to follow his pointing chin, albeit reluctantly.

Oh. Her supposedly means of salvation, her beloved twin, engaging in what looked to be some pleasant conversation. With a lady.

“Oho…” She leaned herself onto the bar, her hand supporting her head. A smile was apparent on her face.

She wasn’t going to lie; it had warmed her heart seeing her brother showing interest in another woman besides herself.

It wasn’t long until her starring eventuated in an eye-contact with her brother.

Irza bid the lady a quick goodbye before walking towards the bar.

“I saw that.”

That was not the first sentence Irza had expected to hear from his twin when he finally spotted her hanging on the bar. The two had been immediately separated as soon as the party started, with him being her agent and all. It was satisfying yet exhausting, dealing with the growing attention in her stead. Zea’s performance had put her on sponsors’ radar; and of course, he was more than proud of her.

His forehead creased as he squinted his eyes, confused at whatever she meant to say.

“Whatever that was, I saw that.”

It was that annoying I-know-what’s-going-on look she had given him, coupled with her annoying hand gesture.

“But, seriously. A handshake? Mate, what are you, five?”

“And you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” Zea bit back. “I don’t even drink, you dumbo.”

“From the sugar, dumbo. Duh.”

Daniel couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange. “That’s kinda—err—her fifth glass of Fruit Punch.” He didn’t know why he felt the need to inform the brother.

“Oh, see? Now that explains.”

Daniel comically shrugged his shoulders when Zea glared at him as if he had betrayed her. He grinned back at her.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here before you start lecturing him.” Irza had activated his big-brother card, leading Zea out of her seat, to which she obediently followed. “Sorry, mate, she’s kinda weak with sugar. Hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

Daniel greeted his teeth playfully as he shook his head. He didn’t know what could possibly give her brother the idea that she’d bother him. She’d been nothing but a great company the whole night. Besides, even if she did, Daniel wouldn’t mind, honestly.

“Oh.” Irza turned back. “Congrats on P4, mate. Amazing drive.”

Daniel immediately beamed with a huge grin. “Geez, thanks!” he said, returning Irza’s fist bump as the responsible brother dragged Zea out of the bar. The last sentence he could make up was Zea saying, ‘I made a friend!’

Yeah. He reckoned they were friends now.

Friends with the twins, he meant.

⬅️ Chapter 00 | MASTERLIST | Chapter 02 ➡️

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Updating this now because Japanese grand prix was a mess and I'm so mad at it. I hope this is a good chapter to start this story. And I know, but let’s pretend Mikey had been with Danny since 2016 haha .

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Tag list:

@scotlynaurora @squidwardsluverxx

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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years

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Hey bestie, I just finished reading your entire masterlist and I love your style of writing!!! I was wondering if you have any fic recommendations or a list with your fav writers on here 👀

hey bestie!! thank you so much!!

so so sooo many amazing writers on here! i’m obsessed with everyone and everything so here goes

@welld0nebaku - a genius in every sense of the word. never ever misses.

@vroomvroommbtch - killing me with her michael italiano fic atm. i’m obsessed

@luv-th0t - quite simply there are no words. has something for everyone. i’m in awe

@enchantestuff - truly obsessed with the entire masterlist i cannot cope.

@pitlanebaby - the smut is just chefs kiss, again, never misses

@timetoracewrites - i love all of her ideas i cannot wait to read the pierre fic

@wetforwolff - a-ma-zing. there are no words. so good

soooo many writers that i love, i could literally spend forever writing an essay on all of them!! i need a wholeeee other list for my fav fics, might get round to compiling that when i have some time!! ily all ur so talented <33

#there are def people i missed bc my brain is smaller than a raisin but wbk #also i’ve been slacking with reading fics lately oops #my fic recs #ask #anon

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collectmytears · 3 years

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A list of all my original posts/edits for michael italiano. Feel free to request any content here (hands, mood boards, photoshop edits, wallpapers etc.)

playlists:

- michael x spotify playlist

wallpapers:

- driver x spotify masterlist

reacts:

- favourite aussies

random michael posts:

- rb dan + michael

- sunshine dan + michael

- just michael ✨: one // two // three

tiktoker michael:

- helmets: one // two // three

- with DR: one // two // three // four w/ jack // five (Austria)

- about DR: one // two

#michael italiano #f1 #formula 1 #mea’s masterlist #michael masterlist #michael x insta #michael x tiktok #michael x spotify series #mine.#og.mea #mea.p

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 years

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ALL DANIEL RICCIARDO STUFF (asks,fics,drabbles)

ONE SHOTS & DRABBLES (WHOLE MASTERLIST)

Champagne Poppin’ - Celebrating the Monza podium.

The Monza Drabble - Celebrating Daniel’s Monza podium with the 2nd finisher.

Private Show - Daniel making sure to give you a show in the bathroom

The Impromtu Sleepover - It's your first night in your new apartment and you get quite overwhelmed so you call Daniel

Thin Walls and Keen Ears - Michael gets off while listening to you and Daniel fuck through the hotel wall

The Mirror - The Aussies decide on a new spicy addtion to your bedroom's ceiling

The Hot Tub - Celebrating another win of Lewis' in the hotel's hot tub when two Aussies decided to join in.

Wildcard Drabbles - When the lines begin to blur between Daniel and Lewis

Mean Daniel! Kink - You're cock stupid for Daniel's dick, and Daniel's dick only

That Fucking Ring - You hate his new ring but he makes sure to leave a mark to prove you otherwise

By the Pool - It's been a while since Daniel and Michael have seen you in your sexy swimsuit and they can't take their eyes off you

Post Baku 2021 Takes - After a mess of a race, all Daniel wants is to be home with you and Michael

Facetime Sex - When Daniel decided to grow a mustache and you had to interrupt his team debrief

Daniel Speaks Italian To You - Daniel gets jealous and well.. lui ti parla in Italiano

It’s Mike Torture Hours - Michael's date of the week idea is cute.. but turturous

Dan With Your Daughter - Coming home from work to Daniel and your daughter playing with water balloons

Love on Radio - When Daniel allows you to be DJ of the car for your weekend getaway

Smells Like Sex - You’re pretty sure Daniel’s meant to be your fuck buddy, or he’s stalking the fuck out of you

Baby Fever - Slow dancing in the kitchen with Daniel, barefoot and pregnant

When The AC Breaks - The unbearable heat could never stop you and Daniel from exhausting each other

Soft Dan Sex - When all Daniel needs is comfort

Drunk Dial - You call your boyfriend, drunk and horny

Baby Fever (Hot Sex) - All you want is Daniel's baby

Crime Boss/Stripper - Only Daddy can touch

Carriage Rider (Bridgerton AU) - Getting frisky in the carriage with your husbands

Period Drabble - Daniel takes really good care of you while you're on your period

The Dance - Sometimes it takes some dancing to realize you’re utterly, whole-heartedly, and undeniably in love with your friend

3+1 - Three times Daniel made it his mission to get you pregnant and the one time it was an oops

Rain Drabble - What's a better way to spend a rainy day rather than in bed with your boyfriend the whole day?

Soft Showers - After a long and tiring trip, showering with you, is all Daniel really wants

Motive - Your boyfriend really lacks motivation so you make sure to keep him focused

SERIES

LANDO VS LANCE - When you fuck two Scorpios, would you want them to catch feelings or not?

AUSTRALIAN DADDIES MAFIA AU

AUSTRALIAN DADDY EXPRESS + NEW BLONDE KID

NSFW ALPHABET

PLEASE CHECK ALL FICS, PLAYLIST DRABBLES AND MORE THAN ONE PART WORKS PAGE FOR MORE DANIEL DRABBLES.

(PLAYLIST DRABBLES, JUNE DRABBLES AND TITTY DRABBLES (and more) ARE THERE!)

#dr*

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dando-lovebot · 3 years

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My Drabble Masterlist

Fluff:

Michael Italiano / Lando Norris

Max Fewtrell / Connor Hughes

Max Verstappen / Lando Norris

Daniel Ricciardo / Lando Norris

Daniel Ricciardo / Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo / Lando Norris

Daniel Ricciardo / Max Verstappen

Lewis Hamilton / Sebastian Vettel

Pierre Gasly / Esteban Ocon

Nico Hulkenberg / Kevin Magnussen

Daniel Ricciardo / Charlie (McLaren)

Daniel Ricciardo / Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo / Charlie (McLaren) p2

Angst:

Lewis Hamilton / Valtteri Bottas

Max Verstappen & Lando Norris

#my work #my drabbles #drabble masterlist

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Fics Masterlist.

In this Masterlist, you can find all my long stories, some are requested some are not. I have so much fun writing and I hope you enjoy them.

Not important, but my fave parts are marked like this:🌻

Fics below the cut

Lando Norris

Let me help you (fluff)

Five times (fluff) 🌻

Mini Norris Pt2. (fluff)

That small thing (fluff)

Sex Education. MASTERLIST (suspended)

Mick Schumacher

It's broken (fluff)

My brother Mick (fluff)

Five times (fluff)

Daniel Ricciardo

The Honey to my Badger (fluff)

Anger Management (angst to fluff)

My skin (fluff+smut) 🌻

How it should be + The next Morning (smut+fluff)

Two nights in the bush (fluff+smut) 🌻

He should stay + He stays [+MI] (smut) 🌻

Me? (fluff)

An eye on you (fluff)

See you on the streets. (smut) 🌻

Enough time (smut)

First driver (fluff to smut) 🌻

Sweet boy (angst to smut) 🌻

Call me Lover (angst to fluff+smut)

Roses (angst to fluff)

From the dining table (angsty+smut)

Doesn't look bad (fluff)

Pick up the pieces (angst+smut)

Like mother (fluff)

The Handsome Artist. MASTERLIST. (In progress)

Mine. MASTERLIST. (In progress)

Pierre Gasly

Nemesis (fluff)

Having fun (fluff+angst+smut)

Little thing (fluff)

Charles Leclerc

A life with you (fluff)

George Russell

Mediocre (smut)

Oh yes I will (fluff???)

Max Verstappen

Pt1: Brother in Law (angst+fluff)

Pt 2: Baby Verstappen-Ricciardo (fluff)🌻

Lance Stroll.

The Second One (fluff) 🌻

IndyCar

Marcus Armstrong

I did a thing (fluff) 🌻

The Master plan (fluff) 🌻

OTHERS.

Max Fewtrell

The walls are way too thin (angst to fluff)

Michael Italiano

He should stay + He stays [+DR] (smut)🌻

Miraculous Montana. (Angsty)

NHL.

Ryan Graves.

Gentle (smut)

Trevor Zegras.

The Sister (fluff)

Freddie Andersen

Jamie Drysdale

Work (fluff)

Marry you (angsty)

Awkward (angty+fluff)

#Lando norris #Pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #George russell #Marcus Armstrong #mick schumacher #max verstappen #michael italiano #max fewtrell #trevor zegras #Ryan graves

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itsgxsly · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

pierre gasly

don’t be scared

caught

lucky number

the day

him

breathtaking

one more step

perfect match

daniel ricciardo

you will be fine

australian energy

belong to you

peace

exclusiveness

charles leclerc

i’ve got you

daddy’s birthday

july 17th

from hate to love

melody

culture shock

perfect strangers

driving skills

carlos sainz

first of many more

shoulder to lean on

silverstone plan

my number one

all the feelings

heaven sent

one in a million

mick schumacher

hard time

obsession

gina’s plan

early morning

george russell

cat is out of the bag

spoiled

lando norris

the lost time

mia’s christmas

thankful

birthday girl

a call away

spotlight

max verstappen

the journalist

little lion

forbidden

checo perez

it’s now or never

ollie bearman

the best surprise

between ice and tyres

pressure

arthur leclerc

mini copy

chain ‘round my neck

SHADOW AND BONE

nikolai lantsov

reunion kisses

day off

OTHERS

rainy mornings - matt murdock

deal - oscar piastri

no goodbyes - sebastian vettel

michael’s victory - michael italiano

team - ralf aron

proud - marc marquez

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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F1 Fics. The Masterlist.

Here are the fics I have written about F1, F2... (🌻-> my favourites)

Lando Norris

Let me help you (fluff)

Five times (fluff) 🌻

Mini Norris Pt2. (fluff)

Sex Education. MASTERLIST (suspended)

That small thing (fluff)

Care about you (angst)

Mick Schumacher

It's broken (fluff)

My brother Mick (fluff)

Five times (fluff)

Daniel Ricciardo

The Honey to my Badger (fluff)

Anger Management (angst to fluff)

My skin (fluff+smut) 🌻

How it should be + The next Morning (smut+fluff)

Two nights in the bush (fluff+smut) 🌻

He should stay + He stays [+MI] (smut) 🌻

Me? (fluff)

An eye on you (fluff)

See you on the streets. (smut) 🌻

Enough time (smut)

First driver (fluff to smut) 🌻

Sweet boy (angst to smut) 🌻

Call me Lover (angst to fluff+smut)

Roses (angst to fluff)

From the dining table (angsty+smut)

Doesn't look bad (fluff)

Pick up the pieces (angst+smut)

Like mother (fluff)

I'm no doctor (fluff)

The Handsome Artist. MASTERLIST. (In progress)

Mine. MASTERLIST.

Pierre Gasly

Nemesis (fluff)

Having fun (fluff+angst+smut)

Little thing (fluff)

Charles Leclerc

A life with you (fluff)

George Russell

Mediocre (smut)

Oh yes I will (fluff???)

Max Verstappen

Pt1: Brother in Law (angst+fluff)

Pt 2: Baby Verstappen-Ricciardo (fluff)🌻

Lance Stroll.

The Second One (fluff) 🌻

Marcus Armstrong

I did a thing (fluff) 🌻

The Master plan (fluff) 🌻

Max Fewtrell

The walls are way too thin (angst to fluff)

Michael Italiano

He should stay + He stays [+DR] (smut)🌻

Miraculous Montana. (Angsty)

Arthur Leclerc.

Love Love Love II [+MS] (angst)

#Masterlist #fic

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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The Handsome Artist. 26.(Daniel Ricciardo)

Weddings and celebrations. It feels like the right moment to take the next step.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Waiting .

Note: took me ages to write this and I don't even like it.

I put a foot out of the car and sighed happily.

"Abigail!" Chloe walked to me and hugged me tight. Well, as much as my bump let us. "Ohh, look at you"

I smiled.

"You look so beautiful"

"Thank you very much, Chloe"

Her hands moved in front of me, but she was cautious.

"You can do it" I answered with a smile.

She touched my bump then with a smile. "I'm really really happy for you. Both of you. I can't believe you are bringing the first baby to the group!"

"Look at that beauty!" Scott shouted.

"Thank you mate, got extra fresh for your weekend" Daniel answered behind me, making us laugh.

"Not you, dude. You look as if you had driven for 6 hours"

I chuckled.

"How was the trip?" Scott hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Looking fine, Abi. Baby Ric looks good on you"

"Well, thank you"

"Yeah, you're welcome" Danny said and I punched his shoulder.

"Come in, guys. The others are already here"

Daniel grabbed my hand.

"Ready?"

I nodded. He kissed my cheek and smiled over my skin.

We were welcomed with hugs and smiles, praises for me and some jokes for Danny.

"Fuck off, guys"

I kissed his cheek and sat. He gave me a look and caressed my hair. "Do you want some water?"

"Juice? I need sugar"

"Of course" And he head to the bar.

Corey turned to me and smiled. "He is... Different"

"Not different. Just really really happy" Michael said. I nodded at his words and touched my belly.

"I wouldn't have said it better"

"Isn't it great?" Scotty said. "Dan having a baby. After all"

Due to life, schedules and routine, we had barely seen each other during the pregnancy, so we haven't talked much about everything.

"When he told me..." Blake started. "I was happier than if that kid was mine"

I chuckled and Baby kicked in me. "Mini Ric is happy?" Michael asked.

I laughed and took his hand, pressing it on the side of my belly. He smiled and his eyes turned bright. All of them loved Dan so much, it was insane how happy this little human had made them.

"And you don't want to know the gender?"

I shook my head again and just then, Danny came back. He must had heard that last part.

"Charlotte says that it's a girl" Daniel happily said. "She said it was a girl the moment we told her."

"And you want a girl!" Chloe exclaimed making everyone laugh.

"I don't mind" He said and wrapped his arma round my shoulders. "I'm just happy to have a baby. I don't mind if it's a girl or a boy"

I looked at him with a smirk. "I caught him cheeking little dresses at the shop".

"You little shit..." He groaned with a smile. He was blushing deep. "Okay! Okay. I just... I think it would be really cute to have a girl first"

Everyone laughed and clasped, celebration the confession that made my heart beat like mad.

Danny POV.

The brunch was awesome, all the time Chloe and Scott spent organizing this celebration was paying. I had gotten up and walked away from Abi, who was with Blake talking about something they had seen on the news. Blake was a big comfort for Abi, always calm and collected, she found him a relief in our gatherings. So knowing she was in good hands, I went for a drink.

"Hey"

I turned to looked to the side. "Hey, man"

Mike patted my back.

"I've seen that bump in your trousers. I don't know how she hasn't notice yet"

I smirked and pushed him. "What are you implying, Italiano?"

He laughed. "Are you doing it tonight?"

I shook my head. I had waited for the perfect moment, but it simply didn't come and now Abi was getting tired and probably would want to go to sleep soon.

"Maybe tomorrow"

Michael sighed. "You are not doubting, aren't you?"

I shook my hair and looked down at my beer.

"You are"

"No. I'm sure I want to do it"

"Then?"

"I don't know if she wants"

Michael sighed. "We have talked about this"

We had, yes. For weeks, actually. After the 6th month ultrasound, the idea popped up in my mind.

"I'm just so happy. I can't believe we get so share something like this. So precious and perfect" She had said with her hands around her belly. I knew it. I wanted to marry her.

"She is having your baby. She is sharing her home with you. Abigail loves you so much, mate. I see it, Blake sees it, Molly, Scotty... Everyone can see it. This is just another step."

"I haven't talked about marriage with her"

"Well, you guys take things quick, don't you?"

I laughed. "Yeah, we do"

"She will say yes. Just tell her what you told me"

I nodded. "I don't want to marry just yet. I just need to do this. To take this step"

Michael patted my back. "It'll go well"

"Thank you, mate"

"Now, shut up. She is coming"

"Honey?"

I turned to look at her and sighed.

"What's wrong?"

She sniffed and leaned into me. "I'm tired"

"Okay, let's go. Tell the others we headed to the bedroom. We'll come back for the dinner"

Abi POV.

Danny stayed quiet as we walked to our bedroom, which I thanked a lot. After living together for this months, he had started to understand everything better. He just knew when things were right or wrong, he turned into the perfect boyfriend and the damn hormones made me want to cry for the whole day.

The door closed and I felt my body shaking slightly.

"What's wrong? For real" He softly said. He wasn't accusing me of anything, he just knew that I wouldn't spill everything in front of someone else. It was always easy to tell a litlle lie instead of making everyone worried.

Daniel sighed and walked closer.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed" I said drying my tears. "It's the hormones"

Daniel kissed my cheek and his hands came to my lower belly. The bump was already so big.

"It's okay. We can stay here for a bit"

I nodded.

Daniel took my hand and walked me to the bed. I sat and he knelt in front of me. As usual, his hands rested on the bump and his thumbs caressed my skin.

"Maybe you could wear something else tomorrow"

"Everyone else has heels and this perfect dresses"

Daniel took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"Babe. You are pregnant. These shoes are not good for you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"But..."

"No buts, honey. Just wear your sandals, okay?"

I nodded slowly.

"Lay here with me for a bit" I whispered.

"Of course"

Daniel hold me for a while, his hands moving either up and down my back or on my belly.

"I don't know that people and they still come to touch my belly and make comments and..."

He pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"I don't want them to do that... I actually hate it. This is my belly, my baby... Why do they have to come and touch me?"

Daniel hugged me tighter and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'll stay with you, okay?"

"No, Dan. I want you to have fun. It's Scotty's wedding"

He kissed my forehead.

"And my girlfriend is pregnant. Almost 8 months pregnant." Daniel pressed a kiss on my forehead.

The next day came and Daniel had to help me with the sandals. He obviously had to make a show of it.

"Oh wow. Just look at you" He said when I got up from the bed.

"I'm like a whale in nice clothes"

"The prettiest whale, Abi"

"What?"

We both started laughing like idiots.

"No, but hey. You look really pretty. For real. You are stunning, my love."

My cheeks warmed and I looked down at his chest. I fixed the shirt and then ran my fingers over the thin fabric. There was no tie, he said it didn't fit his vibe. And the blazer had tiny dots on it because he didn't want to go full on blue. But he looked so handsome.

"You look stunning too, Danny" I kissed his lips softly and he smiled, brushing our nose and trying to pull me closer. It made me giggle. "Baby is getting to big"

He looked down. "Yeah." There was this bright on the eyes, that look he had every time he looked at my bump. "I really can't wait to have them with us"

"Baby is already with us"

"I know. But I want to see how they look." He out both hands on my belly. "Asleep?"

"I think so"

He smiled softly. "You better stay like that and don't bother Muma today."

I ran my fingers over his hair and he kissed me again. "Ready?"

I nodded.

Hand in hand, we went to the garden where the wedding was taking place, and soon, we found the guys.

"Oh! You look so handsome guys"

Corey, as usual, was taking photos of everyone, so yeah, he took a thousand photos of us too.

Then, during the ceremony, I felt Daniel moving a lot. His foot was tapping on the floor and his hands were fidgeting with everything he could reach.

"Babe"

He looked at me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

He nodded and kissed my temple. "I'm perfect".

"I'm so thankful for the day my brother told me he had the perfect guy for me. I remember laughing at first, but then we met and everything has been perfect since then. Lance was right, you are perfect for me Scotty. And I love you like I haven't loved anyone. I can't wait to see what the future bring us and... " Chloe was almost pm tears as she spoke.

I dried a tear. Daniel noticed and hugged my shoulders. For the first time, I wondered if we would ever be like this. If we would ever have a nice celebration with out family and friends.

The rest was just as beautiful. Even Danny cried a bit. And then the dinner was amazing and the couple had their first dance and I couldn't stop crying because the baby had made me extremely sensitive. I wasn't really agile and I didn't like dancing anyway, so I stuck to my comfortable chair. But I grew thirsty at some point.

I felt a hand on my lower back and turned around. "Hey" The image made me smile. His cheeks were so pink from dancing. "You look cute"

He chuckled. "What are you gonna get?"

"Well, I was thinking about tequila shots" I said sarcastically. Daniel barked a laugh and pinched my ass. "Auch"

"Miss. Your water"

"Thanks"

I grabbed the bottle and looked at Daniel, who had a tiny smile and was breathing slow. "Wanna go out for a bit?"

I frowned. "Are you okay? Ten minutes ago you were on the top of that table"

"I'm perfect. Just want a moment with you"

I smiled and nodded. "Let's go"

We found a terrace with a perfect view of the garden. The chairs from the ceremony were still there. "This place is beautiful" I said in a whisper.

"It really is."

Daniel walked me to these arm chairs and sat on one, but before I tried to sit on the other, he grabbed my hips. "Sit here with me"

"I will crash you"

"You will not"

It was difficult to resist when he was looking at me with those brown eyes. I carefully sat on his lap and leaned on his chest. He put his hand on my belly and Baby moved.

"Hey cutie" He giggled. "Good evening to you too. Is Baby behaving well?"

I nodded. "I think they love the food."

"Muma has been eating a lot, hasn't she?"

I chuckled.

"Those mini pies..." I rolled my eyes.

"Same. And the salmon?"

I moaned and Daniel laughed. "But the cheese"

"No! Don't even dare to name it"

The cheese had been awful. Only the smell had made me want to puke.

Daniel kissed my cheek and brushed his nose to the side of my face. After our time together, I perfectly knew what it meant, so I turned my face and he captured my kiss with a deep kiss. It was slow and sensual, his hand leaving my belly and finding my neck. My cheeks heated up but beofe I could slide my hand under his shirt, he stopped me.

"I need to tell you something"

A shiver ran up and down my spine. He was so serious.

"Danny?"

He cleared his throat and I feared.

"Okay. Um... Charlotte told me to make it properly so..."

He maneuvered so I was now sitting. What did he do next? He got on one knee before me. My heartbeat grew erratic and I fisted my hands on my dress.

"I'm nervous as hell, baby. So excuse me." well, I couldn't even breathe, so it didn't worry me "I was talking to Scott one day and he was really excited about the wedding. He was excited because he would get all of us together, his family, friends... Everyone. He was excited because we all would celebrate with him how much he loves Chloe. And at first I didn't understand why doing it. You can love a person as much without marrying them. But... I love you so much, Abigail. You are the love of my life and the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm so happy Molly dragged you to the studio. And I'm so happy you wanted that Argelian ivy around your breast. It was so badass for a first tattoo. And I'm so happy for that dinner at Pierre and Yuki's. And for the breakfast the next day. And for Colorado. And for those weeks I'm Perth. I'm so thankful for of of it and I'm so glad I took all those steps. And now... You are growing a baby in you, my baby, and even when I though I couldn't love you more, I do. I have fallen in love with you a bit more since the first day. And... I want to celebrate that. I want to put a ring on your finger to remind you all of this, all the beautiful things you mean to me. I love you so much and I'm already the happiest man alive. But I wanted to do this, I wanted to at least ask you and I know that after this dramatic speech maybe... Well. Fuck. Sorry. Would you marry me, Abigail Hopper?"

I hugged him and sobbed. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I love you so much. I want to marry you. Of course I want you. I love you"

Daniel laughed on my neck and squeezed me harder.

"Thank you, thank you..." He whispered on my temple.

I pulled back and cupped his cheeks. "I love you. And... You make me the happiest woman. I love you. I love you"

Baby moved and I giggled. "Touch"

"Are you happy? Hey? Muma said yes, sweetheart."

Baby moved again and Daniel pressed his forehead on my belly. I tried to dry my tears but it was stupid, I couldn't stop crying. With my fingers on his hair and his hands on my belly, I heard him talking to the baby as he used to.

"Danny"

He looked at me.

"Thank you for loving me and taking so much care of me. I thought I would never get it and I had lost all the hope. And you came and... I love you so much and I'm so happy we are having this baby together and... I can't believe you asked me to marry you because I was thinking about how I would like to marry you during the ceremony. And... Wow. I love you"

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

"Wait" He broke the kiss. "Fuck. I'm an idiot." He giggled and reached for his pocket. He pulled a little box and I laughed.

"Oh no, there was no need"

"Of course." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Charlotte came with me. So I'm sure you will like it"

"I can't stop crying"

He opened the box and I gasped. It was beautiful, small and blue, pretty similar to the one he gave me for my birthday.

"Danny..."

He gently took my hand and slid the ring on my finger.

"We are going to marry"

He nodded and pressed my forehead to his.

"We are going to marry"

He kissed my lips and made me move on the sofa. We sat on our previous position and he hugged me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and looked at the ring in my hand.

"It's really beautiful."

"Just like you"

He kissed my forehead.

"We should wait until baby can walk"

"Okay. I'll be waiting for those first steps" He chuckled.

"And... Let's wait to tell everyone because it's Scotty and Chloe's weekend and I already took a lot of attention with the baby"

"Your wish is my command"

I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Can you believe it?"

"Not really. I've carried that ring with me for the whole weekend."

Horrible part. But.... The next one...

Next part: Little flower.

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So it goes: Chapter 33 - MI x OC

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Summary: A new apartment and shit ton of Christmas decorations might be a lot but it's nothing they can't handle, especially when they had handled way worse things.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Fluff all over the place.

Word count: 8.2k

A/N: HELLO KIDS. Its been forever and I’m SO sorry but life has been insane. Hope you’re all doing great and the new year is treating you alright. I know someone told me at some point they wanted to see M&M living in a new apartment and all that, so here you are. There’s so other news in the chapter, so I hope u like it. ANYWAY I’ll really try post more often lol Love you and see u soon!

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Chapter 33 - Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

The first time Michael mentioned the idea of looking for a new apartment they were in Austin. It was just one of those regular nights where Maggie would snuggle extra close to him just because the bed felt somehow too big and sleeping practically over him felt way better. She was happy, heaven knew she was nothing but happy. They were in Austin, Michael had a constant smile on his face thanks to being in one of his favorite places in the world, Olivia was nothing but an excited thing because she absolutely loved horses and her whole family was just at peace there. Between live music, brisket and laughs, everything seemed to be alright at least for a while.

Plus, Maggie and Michael were still in their little cloud of love, excitement, and happiness about being engaged. Even when they still had zero ideas or plans for their wedding, Maggie was happy and still tearing up every single time she looked at the beautiful engagement ring in her hand. She was still trying to process the fact that she was marrying the love of her life at some point in the next year and that was everything she needed to have a smile on her face.

Michael mentioning it wouldn’t be bad to start looking for a bigger place made that smile even bigger. After finishing her cup of tea, Maggie was holding her Kindle with one hand while playing with Michael’s hair with the other one. Meanwhile, Michael was doing more of the same, just reading one of his books while resting his head against Maggie’s chest, using her as a pillow. When Michael left his Kindle on the side and turned around to hug her, Maggie thought he was already too sleepy and ready to call it a day and sleep, but she was nothing but wrong. Breaking the silence of the room, he just threw a soft ‘We could move to a bigger apartment next year’ while he looked up at her as if he said the most casual thing in the world. He said the most casual thing in the world, but Maggie felt like her heart grew a hundred times bigger while hearing those words.

They didn’t mention it again until they were back in London after the race in Austin. Maggie was just sitting on the couch, her favorite blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape as she was focused on her tablet, drawing what was supposed to be one of Michael’s Christmas presents. She was still playing around with ideas and colors, trying to decide on the final concept and design for it. She knew it was October and she still had time, but she was starting to get irritated with herself. She had other stuff to do. She had too many things to do. She needed to finish some things for Michael’s website and Instagram, not even mention she still had to finish a bunch of things for his new app, so Maggie was stressed.

Normally Jas was the one in charge of that, working with him for as long as they have met each other, but one day they decided to pass it to Maggie. Jas insisted for centuries, saying it was going to be way more logical if Maggie did it, but every single time the youngest sister refused. Jas repeated time after time that Maggie could do exactly as she did or even better, and Michael insisted it was gonna be just fine, but Maggie just dodged the bullet time after time. It was too much pressure, and she was terrified of fucking it up, so she said no, but once Olivia was born things changed. Jas had too much between a husband driving a shitty car every weekend, a newborn baby, a sister with love problems, Daniel’s collections, and life in general so as soon as Maggie and Michael were on normal terms again, she passed the crown to her sister.

Maggie couldn't say working with Michael wasn’t fun. Damn, it was more than fun, but the problem was the pressure she put on herself. She needed it to be perfect, and even when her boyfriend promised it was all perfect, she would still look for things to correct. She was always a perfectionist, but it was worse when it was for Michael. That’s why that gloomy afternoon in London, she ended up yelling that she needed a desk. She knew it was the stress talking. She didn’t need one to work, especially considering she would normally rather be on the couch than on a chair, but that day she was just stressed. Her back was hurting after hours working, her wrist was bothering her, her feet and hands were cold, and the goddamn neighbors were renovating their apartment upstairs and it felt like they were demolishing the whole building, so she was a mess. It took Michael a warm cup of tea, a back massage, a pair of her warmest socks, some music, and taking her tablet away ‘for at least one hour’ to calm her down. But all that came also with a hug that turned into some much-needed snuggles and a promise of starting to look for a new place with enough place for a desk as soon as they came back from Perth, which was thanked with kisses and even more hugs.

After that, jokes came and went with Maggie saying she wanted a piano in their new place simply because she always wanted to learn how to play, Michael blaming Maggie for things not fitting in the closet because of how many shoes and clothes she had, Maggie saying there was not enough space for her mugs thanks to the weird stuff and spices Michael had in the kitchen, Maggie saying again she didn’t want to make Michael choose between his static bike or her and how at some point they would need to find space for a crib for Olivia since she was growing too fast.

The third thing that made them decide to move was Maggie fucking up her wrist. It was something as ridiculously silly as picking up Olivia’s toys from the floor, but Maggie found one behind some of Michael’s weights in the living room, so instead of calling him she decided he could pick it up on her own. The problem wasn’t the weight but the weird position she was in. Trying to stay balanced on just one foot to not step into another of Olivia’s toys, Maggie lost her equilibrium and, to prevent falling to the ground, she tried to hold herself from one of the walls of the living room. She could feel something was wrong with her wrist as soon as she did it, but like always she ignored it thinking it was nothing. She ignored it for a whole day, but the second she had to pick up Olivia, Maggie knew something was not right.

She tried to brush it off, insisting and promising it didn’t hurt that much, but on the second day, Michael just dragged her to see a doctor who, after checkups, an x-ray, and even an MRI, told them her right wrist was a mess. After overworking herself until she was exhausted and after spending most of her waking hours drawing and especially after a lifetime doing it, Maggie’s right wrist was a disaster. To a greater or lesser extent, it was always bothering her, but at some point it just became normal. Except for that time when the pain wasn’t normal and they found out her wrist was fissured. It was just like her left wrist months earlier, but this was worse considering the years of damage. It was way worse considering there was a chance she might need surgery in the future. Michael felt more than guilty when he heard that probably picking up his weights was the reason her wrist finally gave up. He felt terrible knowing he should have taken her to see a doctor months ago, even when Maggie assured him she was fine. He felt awful knowing he should have known better ‘cause it's my job to know and to look after you, Mags’. He felt so damn guilty that the first thing he said after leaving the doctor's office was ‘We really need to move’ as he kissed her forehead while they walked.

But the last thing that made them move was not Maggie’s wrist or any of that, but her present for Michael’s birthday. After the weird kind of terrible year they had, and especially after the terrible couple of months Maggie knew she made Michael go through, she wanted to do something special for his birthday. Damn, after she wasn’t with him his last two birthdays thanks to lockdown, restrictions, work, their time off, and her stupidity, Maggie felt like she should do something huge.

Being a good girlfriend and staying by his side while Michael watched the World cup matches was something she was already planning to do, mind-blowing sex was clearly on the list too, his regular gifts were on the way or wrapped to put inside her suitcase and she swore to finish every single thing that she had to do for his business but she wanted something else. But right after she was about to give up on her plan to find something amazing for Michael, Lily showed up out of nowhere saving her.

After finding the gift, Maggie needed to find the perfect time to give it to Michael. She didn’t want to do it at midnight with a probably half-asleep Michael, she didn’t want to give it to him in the morning when she was probably gonna be half asleep. For some stupid reason, she didn’t want to give it to him with the rest of his gifts after he came from the gym and before they went to have lunch so she waited till after his birthday dinner celebration. She could see in Michael’s eyes how he thought of something completely different when she whispered in his ear that she had another surprise. His hand sneaking and squeezing her ass on the elevator was enough to let her know he was thinking about something different and it made it even funnier. Her main plan was to tell her boyfriend to do whatever he wanted with her until they were an absolute mess who would probably have to crawl all the way to the airport the next day, but as soon as they got to their hotel room, Maggie gave him the other little surprise.

She could see the confusion on his face as she saw Maggie grabbing a green envelope from her carry-on suitcase. Damn, she could even see the panic go through his eyes but then it all went to total confusion as he opened and saw the pictures inside. There was something hilarious about Michael looking at the five Polaroids that he took from inside the envelope. But when he finally asked ‘What’s this, babe? And I know it's a puppy, but what’s going on?’ was when finally Maggie explained it.

It was a normal FaceTime with Lily and her parents that started the idea. It was Lily’s parents’ dogs the ones to blame for having puppies and then it was Lily’s mom the one who started with the joke, asking if Maggie didn’t want one of the puppies. Her first answer was no. There was no way they would have a puppy for hundred reasons, but the most important one was they didn’t have time. They barely had time to go on dates from time to time. Damn, Michael barely had time to take care of Maggie, Daniel, and the rest of the family, so adding another living thing to the equation was a no. But then the camera pointed to a little brown Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with ears longer than its head and something just clicked. That little black button nose and those black eyes shot straight to her heart and Maggie knew she had to do it. Maggie knew how much Michael loved dogs, and she knew how badly he wanted to have one in the future. Damn, even she wanted to have one since she was a kid, but for too many reasons it never happened. But if she was gonna be more time at home the next year, she could take care of the puppy and she felt like she owned Michael after he agreed on bringing Elizabeth to London with them, so it all made sense. Plus, their pets would keep her company when Michael was away, and Lily agreed to look after the puppy and Elizabeth if Michael and Maggie weren’t home, so it made sense.

She could see Michael's eyes opening wider and wider with every part of the explanation and how his smile got bigger every second that passed, but nothing compared to the look on his face when Maggie finally said that if he wanted, that little lady was all theirs. With the huge clear difference between their body sizes, Michael was always extra careful with Maggie. He could lift barbells that weighed the same as Maggie so he could manhandle his girlfriend like nothing, and that night that was the case. Grabbing her as easily as he would carry Olivia with one arm, Michael threw her over the bed, got over her, and covered her face in kisses, repeating again and again and again that he loved her more than anything in the world. Meanwhile, Maggie was a mess of giggles, trying to ask if that mean yes to the puppy thing. Of course it was a yes. It was probably the biggest yes after the day they got engaged, so it was a lot to say. After that, it was just all laughs, kisses, and then clothes flying to the floor. The good thing is Michael loved his birthday present so damn much and he was so happy that he ended up begging Maggie to do whatever he wanted to him, which ended up with Maggie riding him until her legs felt like jelly.

The funny thing was that, even if Lily’s parents promised to look after their new tiny furry baby until they were back and ready to pick her up, Michael couldn’t wait a goddamn week to go pick her up. He couldn’t even wait three days to go, and Maggie couldn’t be happier they didn’t. Their puppy was gorgeous without a doubt, but there was nothing as seeing her huge fiancé laying on the floor with that little thing waving her tail as she was licking Michael’s nose. There was nothing as seeing Michael’s smile and hearing his happy laugh while he played with their new baby. There was nothing as funny and adorable as seeing Michael looking at their puppy sleeping on his chest while he thought about names, insisting that not only should it be perfect but it also should be one that went well with Elizabeth. That’s how they decided to go for Penelope, because like Maggie insisted ‘It's cute and she can also kick us, like Penny in Criminal Minds’.

The one that wasn’t so sure about Penelope was Elizabeth and Maggie felt nothing but terrible about it. From purring and going from her lap to Michael’s, Elizabeth was nothing but a golden ball of fur and love who loved cuddles. She loved to be petted and be around people, but suddenly they walked in with Penelope in Michael’s arms and Elizabeth disappeared under the bed in Aoife and David’s apartment. When she decided to finally come out again, she wouldn’t even pay attention to anyone. She would mind her own business, go eat and play with her toys without paying attention to anyone, especially not Penelope.

When they got home it was way worst and, it broke Maggie’s heart. Since the night Elizabeth meet Michael, every single time he was home she would try to sleep over his chest all while Maggie joked saying she couldn’t blame her because she loved it too, but that it was her place to sleep. Every single night it was the three of them it was the same silly discussion, with Maggie talking to the cat as if she would understand, Elizabeth ignoring Maggie as she purred all happy, and Michael trying to not laugh and convince there was enough space for both of them.

But none of that happened for the three days they spent in Dublin and it was probably worse when they went back to London. For another three days straight, Maggie was nothing but convinced everything they did was a bad idea. Elizabeth was a couch potato and, like any puppy, Penelope was an overexcited ball of fur who just wanted to play with her strange and new roommate. On top of it, they were in a new place for both of them, but while Penelope didn’t seem to care, Elizabeth looked pissed. To say terrible was an understatement. She felt like the worst human being in the world. She felt nothing but guilty about everything. She felt like the worst human being in the world. She felt like the worst mother in the universe, even if her kids were a cat and a dog. It was even worse when Elizabeth would walk past by Penelope and completely ignore her, pretending she wasn’t even in the room. And like every single time, Maggie had no idea what she would have done without Michael. He was the one who insisted she wasn’t bad and that Elizabeth just needed time. He was the one who would pet Elizabeth at the same time as Penelope so they would understand there was enough love for both of them. He was the one who would wake up extra early in the mornings to walk Penelope and who would teach her stuff while Maggie tried to play with Elizabeth and win her love back. He was also the one saying they needed to find an apartment as soon as they went back, not only to have more space for them but also so they could stay apart if she didn’t end up getting along.

But what Maggie wasn’t expecting was to find an apartment that fast. They weren’t planning to move for the next couple of months, but anyway she would look around during her free time. She would also do it because she was convinced it would take them forever to find the perfect one. They knew it was going to be more than hard to find something with a terrace, a decent kitchen for Michael to do his meals to feed a football team, enough space for their things, and on top of that, a place that would allow pets. Their list had too many things and Maggie was convinced they would have to give something up, but they were somehow wrong.

Maggie was convinced it was gonna take them forever to find the perfect one, but one morning she found it. It was a beautiful apartment with a living room full of light, two bedrooms, a big kitchen -big enough for Michael-, a gorgeous bathroom, and a big terrace. The best part was that it was closer to Dan and Jas' apartment, so Maggie fell in love automatically. When she saw it, she sent Michael the link in a text saying ‘If u get it I might share the second room with you but just if u ask nicely’, to which Michael answered with a short ‘Mean’ followed by a heart emoji. They didn’t talk about it for days and Maggie almost forgot it until a Wednesday morning when Michael said he needed Maggie with him to do something later that day. The last thing she was expecting was to go see the same apartment in the afternoon. The last thing she expected was to fall in love with the apartment, which sucked because it wasn’t in their plans to move then. The last thing she also expected was to find out the next day that somehow, Michael talked to the owner and convinced him to rent them the place. She knew a lot of people went to see it before them, she knew they were probably the last ones on the long list of people wanting to rent it, but her bloody smart charming man got it and she was nothing but over the moon.

But even when she was happy and over the moon, she was also stressed as hell. The end of November came with the end of the championship, Daniel signing with Redbull, Jas being stressed as fuck about it, Isaac’s birthday and Michael’s birthday right after, and also Christmas shopping and preparation. On top of that, and right in the middle of all their plans and things to do before they left to finally go to Perth, they had to move. In the middle of all the mess, they had to pack their whole apartment, move and then try to reorganize their new apartment before they left which seemed nothing but impossible.

Michael told her one day that if someone knew how to make something impossible happen it was them. Against all odds they made their relationship work, so somehow after that November and December couldn’t be that bad or hard to deal with. Really it wasn’t that bad and somehow they did it. With help of their friends -which also served as a distraction for Jas- they managed to pack everything in almost no time. But once there were just a couple of boxes left to take, Maggie couldn’t help but tear up as they said goodbye to their old home.

She couldn’t help but cry because even if they needed more space, she was gonna miss that apartment. That was their first little shelter when nobody knew they were together. Those were the walls she missed every single day she was away. That was the place that kept them safe during part of the lockdown. That was the place she dreamed about when they were apart. That was their first home together and there were so many memories there that it hurt to leave even if they love where they were going. But like every single time, Michael was there to clean her tears, kiss the sadness away and hug her so tightly that all the fears would just disappear. Like every single time, Michael was there to whisper the exact words to make her feel better and even put a smile on her face. And between kisses, promises, and reassuring words, he convinced Maggie to take one last picture of them together there. ‘One last pic for the books’ he said because even if they had hundreds and hundreds of pictures, one last of them there wouldn’t hurt, so they did it before closing the door behind their backs.

Once the tears were dried and the boxes were in their place, the new apartment was nothing but a mess. Between furniture that they needed to decide where was gonna go, and things that now needed to find a new place, everything was a little disaster, but it ended up being one of the best nights of her life. They ended up ordering ramen and eating on the couch because the table, the coffee table, and the kitchen island were full of stuff. They listened to music with Maggie’s computer because they were too lazy to look for their collection of vinyls or even plug their record player. The only thing they managed to do was make the bed because Michael insisted they were going to regret it if they didn’t do it, and they were going to regret it especially when they were there without clothes blessing their new bedroom. And like every time, he was right

They were living together and were absolutely happy and so in love that Maggie felt like a fairytale. That life with the man of her dreams was everything she ever wanted and everything she thought she was never gonna have until she met Michael. Then it was everything she thought she wasn’t going to be able to have because life was throwing nothing but bricks at them, but they finally made it, so she was happy. She knew Michael was happy too, the pride in his shiny eyes and the smile on his face was enough to let her know. Both of them were so happy Maggie normally would say it was nothing but irrational, but somehow she could imagine he was probably regretting every single one of his life choices the second he saw Maggie ignoring the boxes around the apartment to open the one that read ‘Christmas decorations’ on the side. Maggie knew perfectly fine Michael was probably wondering if the was alright when right in front of her there was an untouched box that said ‘Kitchen’, but those were her priorities that day.

When Michael came back home from the gym, Maggie was sitting on the floor, surrounded by Christmas decorations and it was all nothing but a mess. There was everything everywhere, and there was the Christmas tree in a corner of the living room, waiting to be decorated just like the rest of the apartment. And there was Maggie, with a happy smile on her face, making grabby hands as soon as she saw her boyfriend crossing the door.

“Grá! Thank God you’re here! I missed you and I need your big, wonderful hands” she exclaimed, forgetting about the fairy lights she was taking off the box.

“Hey, baby. I missed you too. You need me to turn this into Winter Wonderland or what?” Michael asked, leaving his stuff by the door, his jacket hanging behind it, and going straight to sit on the floor by her side.

“You’re not funny” Maggie affirmed, slapping his leg and throwing a garland at him. “And no, it's not gonna be Winter Wonderland, just a regular apartment decorated for the occasion” she shrugged, going back to her task of opening and untangling the lights

“Gimme a kiss first and then we talk about helping” Michael smiled looking down at her. And then Maggie forgot about the lights once again, letting them on her lap as she grabbed his cheeks, meeting right in the middle to kiss his lips a couple of times. And peak after peak they just kept smiling, not being able to erase the happy grins from their faces. “Now it’s better. The kids?”

“Napping like two champs”

“Don’t tell me, they’re on our bed” Michael guessed, kissing her forehead as he placed his arm around her shoulders. All Maggie did was hum and nod twice, leaning against his body. “At least they ain’t fighting”

None of them had much idea at which point it happened, but one day the cat and dog fight stopped. One night they came home from having their monthly date out in a cute little restaurant Maggie wanted to try, all to find Penelope and Elizabeth sleeping on their bed. They were each on different corners, Penelope curled right by the cushions and Elizabeth at the end of the bed, but it was a lot. It was such a huge achievement for their little family that they decided to take their funny business to the couch, where Maggie whispered against her fiancé’s mouth that she didn’t care where they were as long as he was inside her. But the second time they found them was probably the best, because they found them again sleeping in their bed, but this time side by side, snuggling right by the cushions making a huge ball of fur and love. From time to time the silly little fights were back, but it was more to play than to fight, so Maggie and Michael decided to call it an absolute victory.

“They don’t fight anymore which makes me very happy. I’m not such a bad mom after all” Maggie smiled sweetly, moving enough to reach his jaw and place a couple of kisses there. “Please don’t you ever shave” she purred and practically begged, lifting her hand to run her fingers through his cheek.

“And not having you complaining about my face leaving marks on you? Wouldn’t miss that for the world so no shaving my face, ma’am” Michael whispered against her forehead, playing with her hair as they snuggled together in the cold winter afternoon. “And I told you, you’re the best”

“Nah, that's you” she remarked, moving her lips from his jaw to his neck, leaving there a little kiss that was nothing but the promise of something more once they were done. “Did you have a good workout?”

“It was alright” Michael shrugged, moving her hair out of her shoulders and then stroking her cheek and jaw with her fingers.

“It was alright” Maggie shrugged too, imitating his Aussie accent and mannerisms almost to perfection, making Michael laugh just for looking at her.

“Did you have breakfast?” Michael asked, looking straight into her eyes, knowing how messy Maggie could be when he wasn’t around. Especially knowing how lazy she could be when it came to food. But to not disappoint her boyfriend she nodded, even if breakfast consisted of coffee and some cookies. “That’s my girl. Now, what do you want me to do?”

“I didn’t want to grab a chair to hang this so I was waiting for you” Maggie explain, pointing to the garlands and the fairy lights. “Also I kind of needed your help with my hair” she smiled, pointing to her head. With the wristband her doctor gave her, Maggie could barely move her wrist and she was ordered to make no sudden movements, so even putting her ponytail was something complicated. Besides, it was kind of funny to see Michael trying to be as delicate as possible with her hair and being amazing at it.

“I swear you’re the most breakable person I’ve ever met in my entire life, sweetheart. Now turn” he indicated, and Maggie obeyed, turning her back to him.

“Technically it's not broken. Technically I never broke any bones, so I’m just the most crackable person you’ve ever met. Besides you gotta practice, uncle Mike. We have a niece so one day you’ll have to make pigtails and ponytails. And don’t get me started with how you’ll need to learn at least three different kinds of braids. We’re already late with the lesson, mate” Maggie joked, closing her eyes as she enjoyed maybe too much the feeling of Michael running his fingers around her head.

She even had to make a really big effort to not moan a bit when Michael kissed her neck and shoulders once he put her hair and what she knew was probably a perfect ponytail. She had to make a big effort to keep it together when she felt his lips right under her ear, speaking so softly that it sent shivers down her back. “Ponytails I can make. Pigtails are the same thing, baby girl”

“Thank you, babe” she smiled as she leaned back and turned to kiss the tip of his nose. “And you’re right, sometimes I forget young Michael used to have a man-bun. When are you gonna let your hair grow again?”

Maggie knew what the question would bring and that was Michael’s frown as she said the word ‘Long hair’. It happened every single time she brought back the subject and at this point, Maggie did it once in a while just to see his confused face, never really understanding why the fuck she wanted him to grow his hair.

“Oh c’mon, not again!”

“C’mon, do it for me! For your Mags! Sweet little Margaret dies to play with that gorgeous long straight hair you used to have. Do it as my wedding gift!”. And as she over-exaggeratedly begged, she moved to sit on his lap, hugging his neck as she gave Michael her best puppy eyes, even when they both knew it was nothing but a joke.

“Sweet little Maggie can play with the rest of me because the hair ain’t coming back. And I’ve something else in mind as a wedding gift for you, wife”

“Ugh, you’re impossible” Maggie complained, using all her theatre classes to act as overdramatic as possible while rolling her eyes.

“Oh yeah? And when is pink hair Maggie coming back?” Michael asked, kissing her frown as he stroked her back and legs while he held her.

If Maggie was a pain in the ass always bringing up the long hair card, Michael was as annoying as she was, but with Maggie’s old pink hair. It started one terrible night after dinner with Jas, Daniel, Blake, and Olivia and it was all thanks to Jas that they found out about Maggie’s old look. Their family and friendship were some kind of weird thing when they all knew everything about each other, or at least almost everything. But probably one of the secrets best kept about Maggie was her colorful hair. Not that she was ashamed of it, but years later she just didn’t like how she looked in it. Even when her friends had pictures, she had counted ones of those days. That's the reason why she never mentioned it and why her friends and family who saw her back then never mentioned it, not even to Michael. But one day Jas didn’t think about it and before she realized it she was talking to Olivia about ‘Aunt Mags’ pink hair’, followed by a loud ‘Shit!’. She could never forget the boys’ faces when she said it, but especially Michael’s face. He was surprised but he looked delighted by the idea of Maggie’s hair looking like candy. While Blake and Daniel were asking like two curious boys if there was any proof of it, Michael was begging with his best puppy eyes to see ‘Just one pic’. And like every single time, Maggie couldn’t say no. She had no idea how the fuck to say no to those shiny brown eyes of his, so she asked Jas to look for the pics on her phone to unlock probably the last secret she had been keeping from the three stupid men at the table.

From that day on, Michael’s comeback from the long hair jokes was the pink hair jokes. Just like Maggie loved how her fiancé looked with long hair, Michael swore that he loved how she looked with pink hair. Maggie had to admit that it made her happy to know Michael thought she looked beyond ‘beautiful, adorable, and sexy as fuck’ when she didn’t like herself at all in those pics. Damn, he was the reason why she was starting to think that maybe she didn’t look that bad back then, to the point that some days even she joked about going back to her old look saying she might go back to it.

She might joke about it some days, but that wasn’t one of those days.

“Never!” she exclaimed, slapping his chest playfully, trying to hide the obvious smile on her face. “I hate you; did you know that?”

She tried, goddamn she tried, but the second he smiled at her and bumped the tips of their noses together Maggie lost it, smiling like a happy girl as Michael looked straight into her eyes. “No, you don’t. In fact, you love me very much which is pretty cool cause I love you very much too”

“Did I tell you how smart you’re? All that engineering and all those books ended up being good at some point”.

And like every time Maggie brought up his Engineer degree, Michael ended up tickling her sides until there was nothing but happy tears in her eyes and she was a mess of illogical words asking him to please stop because she was too weak to handle all that. And like every time, he would end the sweet little torture with kisses all over her face and neck while his arms squeezed her body against his, hugging her as tightly as possible without breaking her.

“That’s payback for the jokes” he explained with one last kiss on her lips and a smile that not only lighten up his face but the whole goddamn room and even her heart. “What about you and your sudden overexcitement about Christmas? I know you like it but not this much” he wondered, pointing to the floor covered in decorations.

Michael was right, Maggie liked Christmas, but this year her excitement was definitely something else. This year it was a lot. This year was too many decorations, especially considering they weren’t even gonna spend Christmas there, just the first days of December until they left to go to Perth.

“It's just- it’s the first decent Christmas we have together. 2018 we weren’t together. 2019 we were kind of together but we didn’t spend it together. 2020 was shit cause you couldn’t see your family and then 2021 was shit cause we weren’t together and I was… Y’know” she tried to explain. But even if she tried, she couldn’t find a way to explain the disaster that was the previous year for her. She didn’t even want to explain it, but seeing Michael’s confused face let her know she wasn’t going to have another option. “C’mon, babe. Don’t tell me Danny and Jas didn’t tell you that I spent the night crying”

The smile disappeared from Maggie’s face when could see in his eyes that Michael didn’t know a thing. It broke her heart to see that he had no idea what she was talking about. “Nobody told me anything” Michael stated, looking straight at her as the grip of his hands around her body got tighter.

“I was just heartbroken. When I got your present it just ended up being kind of worse. I read your letter and started to cry like a baby, but I managed to be calm enough to call you. I didn’t want you to see me broken even when I thought you’d figure it out. You were always good at reading me, but I guess I managed to trick you” Maggie whispered, stroking his cheek with her hand as she smiled sadly at the memory. “When we hang up the phone I cried even more. I literally cried myself to sleep that night. Wasn’t pretty. It was really, really hard but it's alright”

“Mags, babe, I had no bloody idea about that night. I’m so so sorry” he apologized. He didn’t need to do it. Damn, the last thing he needed was to be sorry for something that wasn’t even his fault. He didn’t need to say anything because it was in the past and everything was fine now, but even then Maggie could see the guilt in his eyes and how he was thinking that he should have known. She knew he was especially thinking he should have done something.

“It’s alright, sunshine” she insisted, giving him a soft, loving kiss on his lips, hoping that would be enough to make the guilt disappear from his eyes. “I guess nobody told you to not make it worse. I didn’t tell you cause of that reason. We were far away, and I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas. You didn’t deserve a ruined Christmas when you were finally able to be with your family”

“Hey, you’re my family. You’re my whole fucking world. I’m not gonna say a word about you not saying anything but what I can do is promise that will never happen again. We’re not spending another Christmas apart” Michael affirmed, and she knew that was a promise that he wasn’t going to break. It was a promise that neither of them was going to break ever again.

“I know. None of that sad shit this year” she smiled, stroking his cheek as she smiled sweetly at him. And she was so happy when Michael smiled back at her. She had no idea how a smirk could make her so damn happy, but there she was feeling her heart practically jumping out of happiness and her stomach turning into a mess of butterflies. “Besides hey, it's Oli’s first Christmas and we’re gonna be together in sunny warm Perth, so all good”

“You’re somehow omitting the fact that our families are spending Christmas together for the first time” Michael remember but Maggie didn’t forget about it at all.

She had no idea how it happened. Suddenly they were talking about Christmas plans with Dan and Jas and it was stupid, but the idea of not being able to be with Michael but also not being with her family and especially with Olivia started to be too much. Knowing that she couldn’t divide herself to be with the people she loved was haunting her and clearly, the three mirrors in front of her noticed. It took just one look between Michael, Jas, and Daniel for her fiancé to throw the idea of him spending it with them so he could be with Maggie and Olivia. But then it took another look and a denial from Maggie for Daniel to say ‘Just bring the whole family, mate’. That was the only option to make everyone -especially Maggie- happy, so they all agreed on spending Christmas eve at the farm. It was all fun and games until they realized what it meant to spend Christmas together. It was all fun until they realize their family was going to meet. They knew it was gonna be fine, there was no reason for them to think otherwise but every time they remembered they couldn’t help but think they were just a bit fucked up.

“No, I’m just saying all this to forget about that little detail. It's your parents and my parents finally meeting. I’m fucking terrified” Maggie breathed, resting her head against his shoulder as she looked for his hand to lock their fingers.

“It’s gonna be alright. It's not like you don’t know my sister or the rest of my family. Or like I don’t know your family” he explained, giving him the same argument every single time to make her stay calm. But even with that, she could see how even Michael was scared as hell.

“Yes, but this is not having brunch with your sister or a normal day with my mom and dad. It's our parents and grandparents all together in the same room” Maggie insisted, putting the tips of her ten fingers together in a silly way to show how it was gonna be to have them all together.

But even when they were scared as hell, she could see the little happy grin on Michael’s face as he grabbed her hands with his, kissing the knuckles of her right one. “My Nana and your Mamó together is gonna be fun”

“And our moms together? A mess. All that plus the Ricciardo's, so it's gonna be your mum, my mum, and Grace. Our sisters together. Can we cancel? Runaway somewhere else just you and me” she joked, giving him again her best puppy face.

“No, babe, we can't” Michael laughed, giving her pouty lips a little kiss. And then there was one of her favorite things about Michael: that perfect smile that somehow was saved just for her. It was the smile that he insisted was saved just for her because it would only show up when she was around. The one that would make her melt away and wonder again and again how she was so lucky to be with him. It was the smile that would remind her every single day that she was also lucky as hell because he was in love with her. It was the smile that would their friends joke about the ‘idiot look on his face’ when she was in the same room as him. It was the smile that Maggie always joked saying it was the reason she felt for him all those years ago the night they finally met and that still made her fall in love with him every single day. “Y’know, if twenty years ago someone had told me ‘Hey, that kid with black curls who runs with a helmet on in front of the gym is gonna make you meet the love of your life and end up being your brother-in-law and father of your goddaughter’ I would have laughed my ass off. I wouldn’t have believed it. That kind of shit just happened in movies”

“And here you are” Maggie whispered with a smile on her face as she brought their joined hands to her lips, returning the gesture and kissing his knuckles.

“And here I am. I wouldn’t have it any other way, to be honest. Christmas mess, fucked up wrists, cat, dog, and all. I’m a very lucky guy” Michael shrugged as if all of that wasn’t big deal.

“I’m a really lucky girl too, so I wouldn't have it any other way either” Maggie whispered, feeling the knot and the tears coming to her eyes which weren’t nice considering crying wasn’t in her plans that day. But there was no time for tears when they needed to put some order in their home, so she went straight to his lips to give him a couple of kisses, which always helped to put herself back together. “Now help me? Please? It's also our first Christmas tree so just indulge me, please. We do this, we put some order in this mess and then we can snuggle and watch a movie”

“I like how that sounds” he stated against her lips, giving her just another kiss. “Want pizza tonight?”

“Regular pizza or your low-carb fake one?” Maggie asked between closed lids, ready to fight her man if he wanted to make her eat something that wasn’t real pizza.

“Regular extra cheese for the beautiful lady” Michael affirmed, and Maggie wasn’t even surprised because he knew by heart all her orders.

“He knows me so well. What a shitty thing we don’t have a fireplace to cuddle up here”

“We can put one on the tv if you want”

“So we put a blanket on the floor, and have some fun there? Ain’t that too romantic?”

Maggie couldn’t help but laugh, but the look on Michael’s face was enough to let her know part of him wasn’t joking at all. It wouldn’t be the first time they had sex on the floor for some random reason. It wouldn’t be the first time they did it over a blanket either, so the smirk and the raised brow were kind of accurate. “I’m gonna be a cheesy bastard and say everything’s romantic when you’re around, sweetheart”

And it wasn’t enough for the day, there he had to go and melt her heart saying something like that. “Ugh, there he goes and wins the best boyfriend in the world award. Typical Italiano”

“Fiancé, sweetheart. Best fiancé” he corrected her with a smile so big that could light up the whole apartment. Even when they didn’t have a date, even when they had no idea where they were going to get married, and even when Maggie still haven’t started to see dresses, Michael would use every single chance he had to say Maggie was his fiancée. If the man spent three years being proud of saying she was his girlfriend, now he wasn’t going to waste a second or an opportunity saying he was going to marry his girl. "Yes, I love saying it so don’t gimme that look, tiny”

“I know you do” Maggie smiled, giving him one last kiss on his cheek before she got up from his lap even if she wanted to stay there all day. “Alrighty. Wait, how’s that thing you always say? We ain’t here to fuck spiders?”

“You’ve been hanging too much time with my sister, don’t you?” he asked while getting up from the floor and going to the other side of the living room

And of course, he was running away from her, knowing perfectly fine that the best thing to do was stay away from Maggie after such a stupid joke. “I’ve been running behind your ass for three fucking years, and you blame Nadia for me using Aussie expressions? That’s so mean of you!” she exclaimed, grabbing one of the plastic ornaments for the tree and throwing it straight at Michael. She knew it was gonna be useless cause the sportsman grabbed it like nothing, but she needed to try. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass”

“What were you gonna say, sweetheart?” Michael wondered changing the subject and blowing a kiss to her.

“We ain’t here to fuck spiders so let's do this so we can fuck on the floor, but especially so we can eat pizza” she scolded, acting falsely offended as she grabbed a couple of ornaments with her good hand.

But like every time, the fake frown and pout disappeared the second she felt Michael’s arms around her waist.

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So it goes: Chapter 32 - MI x OC

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Summary: A little trip to memory lane never hurt anybody, especially if the trip takes them to the place where everything started.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Some mentions of angst, some mentions of tears, some swearing and all the fluff you can get.

Word count: 6.7k

A/N: HI! Oh my god its been so fucking long. Really long and I feel terrible about it. Life has been nothing but a complete mess and to be the cherry on top my laptop decided to die BUT here we are back in business! Probably nobody missed this but I missed my problematic kiddos so much lol For the ones who asked for some happiness for dear little Maggie, here you have it. Now I’m just trying to not ruin Jas’ life for more than obvious reasons -RBR- and that’s why I’m holding myself. 😬 OKAY. Let me know what you think? Meanwhile I’ll be writing a Christmas thingy 👀. See ya bye! 🫡♥️

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Part 32 - Death of a bachelor.

Since the day they came back together everything was so smooth that it was almost scary. Part of her brain was always waiting for something to go wrong, but every day she reminded herself that things didn’t have to go wrong. There was no reason for something to go wrong and in case something happened they could fix it. Maggie knew if they could fix the mess she made between them during the wedding weekend then they could fix everything, and that’s exactly how things were.

They didn’t have many problems, in fact, she could count them with one hand and she was pretty proud of them about it. Besides, when it happened, every single crisis was solved so simply that it looked like magic. But Maggie knew it wasn’t magic; it was simply her wonderful Michael and his incredible patience, which she thanked him and her lucky stars every single day for it.

The biggest problems they had were just two.

The first one was their relationship being public, which Michael solved by making it clear with an Instagram story. In one of his Q&As, someone asked him who was his favorite person in the whole world, to which Michael answered with a picture of Maggie with Olivia sitting on her lap while they were watching tv. The picture was accompanied by a little ‘Them’ on top of it, and right beside there was a tiny green heart. If that wasn’t enough, it was clear in the picture that they were home and Maggie was wearing a hoodie that was clearly his for the size. And if that wasn’t enough, the same weekend everything about them came to light, Michael decided to walk into the paddock with his arm around her shoulders, making sure nobody would bother her. After that weekend they didn’t even try to hide their love and their relationship. In fact, Maggie found herself sitting on Michael’s lap outside the Mclaren building after the Singapore race. He was the one who told her to sit there with him because there weren’t enough chairs, and that’s how they ended up cuddling together in front of the whole paddock for the first time under the Singapore sky. For some reason at the beginning, she was all worried about it, still not used to being with Michael in his work environment, but she got to relax after some kisses and whispers saying everything was going to be alright. Besides, her family was there, and they were all chatting and laughing while Olivia tried her first ice cream, and Jas complained about having to deal with a baby with a sugar rush and how Maggie and Michael were going to have to look after her.

The second crisis was a bit more complicated than the first one, and that one took even more cuddles and patience because it has nothing to do with people talking, but more with Maggie’s head and their relationship. She was with Jas and Olivia in their hotel room when she saw the story on his Instagram and felt the panic creeping inside her chest and taking over. That was one of the bad days when her mind was so loud that she couldn’t make it stop and something such as a simple question just triggered her. Michael answering that he wanted to keep working on motorsports or another professional sport if Daniel was taking a year off was what made her feel like the walls started to fall around her. They haven’t talked about it yet. They were too busy with life and everything that was happening that the conversation didn’t happen. Maggie didn’t ask either, thinking the answer was kind of easy, but she was wrong. Jas insisted it was nothing. As soon as Jas saw Maggie’s face changing while looking at her phone, her sister insisted there was nothing to worry about, especially knowing Michael and how he wasn’t going to risk them and what they had. ‘Y’know how he is. He wouldn’t buy a keychain without asking what you think about it, ciagot’ were Jas’ words as she held Olivia in her arms, checking if her fever was still there. That was the reason why the girls didn’t go to the track on Thursday as they normally would do. It was just another day of questions, interviews, and press for Daniel, so that included none of them having anything to do at the paddock. But the problem for Maggie was not seeing Michael until late that afternoon, which gave her too much time on her mind, which wasn’t nice.

She couldn’t read or draw because of the same reason, which made everything even worse. That was one of those days all she wanted to do was forget the world existed and hide under the sheets of the bed, and that’s exactly what she did. Since Olivia’s temperature was almost back to normal and considering Daniel texted saying he was almost done with work, Jas insisted it was fine if Maggie wanted to go back to her room and wait for Michael. Everyone who knew Maggie also knew that Michael was the only one able to make everything go away and calm her when everything was too much. Maggie also knew that Jas was right when she said Michael wouldn't decide anything without her, but even then, she couldn’t stop overthinking. Once in their room, Maggie tried to nap, but even that was impossible. Even when the pillow smelled like his perfume and lavender, the bed was cold, and she hated it. Not even the hoodie that she took from his suitcase was enough. She needed his arms around her. She needed Michael promising everything was going to be alright. She needed him and his kisses and his love.

Repeating it herself wasn’t enough, but she did it anyway until Michael finally walked into the dark room. She had no idea how much time passed, but she could see the sunlight slowly disappearing in the middle of the curtains. All she did while she lay down was focus on that as she took deep breaths to calm herself. But then she felt his arms. She felt his arms moving around her waist and that was enough to make Maggie melt against him. His chest against her back, their legs tangling and his chin resting against her shoulder were what finally made her let go of a breath she has been holding since she read those words. It was in the safety of his arms that she finally got to admit how terrified she was. Saying it loud didn’t take away the terrible feeling or the pressure on her chest, but it helped. Maggie still felt like someone was squeezing her heart but somehow a weight was taken off her shoulders as soon as she admitted it. She knew it was Michael sharing the weight with her that made her feel lighter.

When they went back together, when they sat and talked about them, and when they fix everything, they made a deal, and part of it included Maggie admitting when she had a bad day. It was part of Michael’s pleas for Maggie to talk to him because he couldn’t read her mind. He knew her. He knew her body like the back of his head, he knew her soul and heart, and he knew her better than anyone in the world, but he needed Maggie to let him in. He just needed one word to know, but beyond anything, he wanted Maggie to not bottle things up inside her. He just wanted one word to know, no explanation necessary if she wasn’t feeling like it. He just wanted her to let him know, just like he would do if it was the other way around. ‘Just say it and we’ll get in our bubble til you felt better’ was his promise, and he kept it. He always did and that day wasn’t the exception.

That day Maggie murmured that she was having a bad day and Michael said that he knew and that it was fine, but also asked her to turn around. Maggie couldn’t deny him that, so she did, hiding her face on his neck as Michael kissed her forehead and stroked her back. There was only one reason why Maggie wouldn’t be by Olivia’s side on a Thursday, so clearly Michael knew something was wrong.

It took her some deep breaths and some kisses on her forehead to say she saw his answer on Instagram. It took her even more to admit she fucked up by giving for granted and thinking it was obvious that he was going to take a year off too. Maggie felt stupid admitting how she imagined that since Dan was taking a year off, Michael was doing the same. She felt dumb as she apologized for not talking to him before even thinking it was an option, but then she explained she thought it was an available option considering he still had his client and his program and all his things. She knew she shouldn’t, but Maggie apologized for being so silly.

As soon as she was over with the apology, Michael asked for her to look at him. Holding as close as possible and looking straight into her eyes, Michael insisted there was nothing to apologize for and that he knew perfectly fine that her fear came from not knowing what was going to happen in the future. And there was again his superpower of knowing what she was thinking and expressing it in a couple of words when all she could do was ramble.

But he was right in that, Daniel taking a year off and Michael probably not taking one meant them going on separate ways, and it was the scariest thing in the universe. With tears that she couldn’t hold for too long, Maggie explained that the idea of not seeing them for too long was almost paralyzing. But there was something way worse than that and it was the fear of losing Michael again, and all that together was like a nightmare. None of them knew what was going to happen, but if Jas, Olivia, Dan, and even Blake were in Australia and if Michael went to work with someone else, that meant Maggie was going to be alone in London. She knew Lily was around, but her best friend had her life and she would travel for work from time to time. Michael’s sister was also in London, they adored each other, and Maggie knew she could count on her for anything she needed, but Nadia also had her life. And her family was in Dublin and even when it was a short flight away, it wasn’t the same.

On top of that, if Michael went to work with someone else and he traveled, Maggie wasn’t going to be able to go with him. She knew the privilege of going around the world with him was because of Jas and Daniel. They were family so going with them was normal. Being there to help them with everything and especially with Olivia was normal and logical and the reason why she left everything, that’s why it felt like the walls were falling apart around her. That was the only life she knew in the last three years, especially since Olivia was born. For the last couple of years it has been the five of them -and then the six of them- against the world. That was how things were supposed to be and Maggie felt like if she didn’t have that then she had nothing. She had no idea who she was without them.

After every single thought and fear left her mouth and mind, Michael made sure to replace them with nothing but love and understanding. He insisted what he said didn’t mean anything, because as Jas said, he wouldn’t decide something so big and important without talking to her first. Then he insisted that, even if Maggie forgot, he knew who she was. Between gentle strokes and sweet kisses, Michael whispered she was nothing but the most wonderful woman in the whole world, who also had the biggest heart that he had ever seen. He was finally able to make her smile shyly when he joked saying he had no idea how such a big heart could fit inside her chest and her tiny, perfect, beautiful body and that he was the luckiest man in the world to have her by his side.

The last thing Michael did was apologize. He insisted he should have known better, he should have imagined that was gonna make her freak out. He apologized again because, if she was the most wonderful woman in the world, he was the biggest idiot in the world. He shouldn’t have assumed anything. He shouldn’t have made her doubt, no when Maggie was his priority. No when Maggie was the first thing on his list. No when he had no idea what would he do without Maggie sleeping by his side, resting her head on his shoulder or holding his hand as the planes took off.

That afternoon Michael decided to leave work for later simply because his girlfriend needed him. Even if he had too many things to do, he decided to forget he was coach Michael to be just her Mike as he promised again and again that he would never decide without talking to her first. But mostly Michael promised that whatever happens, he would always go back home to her. ‘You’ll never be alone, sweetheart’ were his exact words as he dried her tears and kissed her pink cheeks. They sealed the problem and their deal with a soft ‘She’ll be apples’ that ended up giving Maggie the next tattoo on her wrist, wanting to carry it on her skin as yet another reminder of their love but also their promises. She wanted to be able to read it and see it with the rest of their tattoos on her arm, just to be able to read it in the bad moments like those.

All their problems seemed small after those two terrible days in their life. Nothing seemed as complicated as it could be, no when Michael was holding her hand. But even when it wasn’t that complicated, he was the one who thought it would be nice to take a weekend off, just the two of them away from everyone, even their family. Plus, there was nothing as good as taking those two days off while being in the USA.

Going to the States had always a special meaning for them. The flight was always filled with silly smiles and insisted jokes they would whisper in each other’s ears. It was dozens of memories of the first time they sat together in that plane and then even more memories of everything that happened in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. That was one of the reasons why Maggie liked to go to LA, and she was happy to be there with her family, especially considering this time they dragged David and Aoife with them. While Esmè and Andrè stayed back in Dublin with aunt Mimi, not wanting to slow down the kids on their free week, they all insisted David and Aoife needed some time off too, and none of them could say no to spend time with their kids considering how they could see them counted days a year. But the fact their parents were there was also the perfect excuse for them to have a weekend off, no worrying or taking turns to take care of Olivia. That's why Michael didn’t have to insist too much when he proposed to go to Vegas for the weekend and go back to LA on Monday. It took Maggie one second to say yes and then another to book a plane ticket and a hotel room, being nothing but excited about going back to the place where everything started for them.

She was nothing but an overexcited kid all week knowing it was happening, but then it turned into nothing but overwhelming nostalgia as they got into the plane. Three years earlier she was also on a plane, fresh out of a breakup and convinced there was no way Michael was ever gonna look at her. Three years earlier she was absolutely convinced that snuggling by his side and holding his hand was everything she was going to be able to do, but then he let her use him as a pillow so she would be more comfortable. Then they almost kissed, then they kissed and they slept together and fucked up more so many times it was impossible to count. But there they were, three years later and making it work.

If twenty-five years old Maggie with an unbelievable crush on Michael knew what twenty-eight years old Maggie was living, she wouldn’t believe it. She would never believe she dared to grab him to go dance at that club, that they did everything they shouldn’t have done, but mostly she would have never believed that they went through hell and survived to be back together. She would have never believed they were so in love and living together in London. Not even the twenty-eight years old Maggie could believe she was so lucky, but there she was, holding his hand once again as the plane took off and landed.

It took a lot of effort from her to not cry as she looked out the window of the taxi that was taking them to their hotel. It took even more for her not to cry when she looked at Michael, who was looking back at her with nothing but love in his eyes as a lazy smile adorned his perfect face. She knew that was his little happy grin knowing everything was alright in the world. It was the smile that always said he didn’t need more than that. It was the hand squeeze and the kiss on his knuckles that let him know she didn’t need much either, but it was the little tear rolling on her cheek that told Michael that she was so happy that she was crying because of it.

The afternoon was as happy as their morning arrival, but their night plans were Maggie’s favorite part of the whole trip. Michael had the wonderful idea to make reservations to go to the same restaurant they went to that first night they ended up together. He insisted there was no other place in Vegas that he rather go with her, and Maggie couldn’t agree more. They had the next day and the rest of their lives to go and try other places, but not that night.

His plan was also what got her the wonderful idea of wearing a blue dress that night. The one she wore three years ago was carefully kept in their closet back in London, so she dragged Jas around LA with the excuse of having a girls’ day to find a new one. It took her ten stores, three hours, two coffees, and a stop at a tea shop, but they finally found it. They found it and it was gorgeous.

Maggie couldn’t erase the smile on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror of the shop the first time she tried the dress and the same happened when she tried it again in the bathroom of their hotel room. She was never one to compliment herself, but she looked good. She looked maybe even better than good. She knew the dress was gonna leave Michael’s jaw hanging and that’s exactly what she wanted. Maggie wanted to leave him dying to fuck her against the first wall or surface he could find while she was still wearing it. She wanted to leave him speechless and even more in love with her. She also knew he didn’t need any of that to love her, but she wanted to make that night special.

But even when Maggie knew she looked good, she was nervous about it. She was nervous about going out of the bathroom. She was feeling the same little butterflies she felt all those years ago, knowing she was dressing to impress him, hoping back then that she could finally make a move. But this time Maggie couldn’t help but smile even more, simply because the man on the other side of the door was all hers and she was all his. She smiled because the silly nerves had no reason at all but they were there anyway.

“Grà? Can you close your eyes?” Maggie called out, opening the door enough to pop her head out and look at him. And for a second she forgot what her plan was because there was Michael, looking like a dream wearing a black shirt as he did all those years ago, making her feel even more nervous. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who had the idea of going back to their old outfits, which was nothing but hilarious. “And no, you can’t ask why. Just do it and don’t ruin the surprise”

“Oh, the desert air made her bossier. Are you gonna act like that later tonight too?” he asked with a silly smile on his face, buttoning up his shirt as he looked back at her.

“No if you don’t behave. Now close those pretty eyes of yours for me”

Holding his hands up as if he was surrounded, Michael finally obligated and closed his eyes for her. As soon as he did, Maggie stepped out of the bathroom, trying to be as sneaky as possible while walking on her tiptoes. Once she was finally in front of him, Maggie felt kind of silly. She had no idea why she asked him to close his eyes, but there she was, barefoot, wearing a blue dress, looking up at the man she loved. She couldn’t believe such beauty was all hers. She couldn’t believe he was her boyfriend and she couldn’t believe they were going on a date in Vegas after three years of everything starting there. She couldn’t believe that was her life, so for a second she forgot about the whole surprise thing and went straight to hug him, placing her hands on his back and a kiss on his chest as she rested her head right there.

She felt his arms around her body and then a kiss on the top of her head and that was enough to make her forget about the dinner reservation and the plans they had. Suddenly there was nothing to do except be there in his arms focusing on his heartbeats. Suddenly all she wanted to do was order room service and wait for it in bed. She even wanted to leave the blue dress and his black shirt forgotten on the floor as they got lost in each other, but she knew none of that was happening when Michael moved his lips away from her hair. “Baby what- Holy shit, you’re wearing a blue dress?”

“Mmhm. I still gotta do my makeup and do something with my goddamn hair but I wanted to show you first. Problem is now I don’t wanna let you go” Maggie shrugged, hugging him a bit tighter as she placed yet another kiss on his chest.

“Can I take a look at you?” Michael practically begged, moving his hands to rest them on her hips, stroking the blue material with his thumbs. And Maggie couldn’t say no even if she tried, so she finally took a step back, showing off her dress. The dark blue satin was hugging her body perfectly, just hanging from her shoulders gracefully thanks to the thin straps it has. It wasn’t short as the one she was wearing the night they started to see each other; this was just a midi length, but she knew what was going to kill him was the cowl neckline showing exactly what it needed to show. That and the ties on her back were going to be the death of him. Maggie knew it the second she saw the dress, that’s why she got it. That’s also why she decided to turn around, letting Michael see the whole thing.

“You like it?” Maggie asked all shyly.

“Like it? I love it. You look perfect. I mean, I prefer you naked, but you look breathtaking” he smiled, getting closer to kiss her before he kept talking. “You’re a fucking dream, sweetheart. You’re just- Fuck, I still can’t believe I’m so damn lucky to spend my life with you”

Maggie couldn’t help but smile and blush like a schoolgirl at her boyfriend’s words. The way he was just smiling happy because of her was something that still surprised her. Not that she could blame him considering she was most of the time thunderstruck and tongue-tied thanks to everything he was and did, but she was still surprised in the best way. She knew perfectly fine how models and pretty girls in general were always around in the paddock and at the parties and tried to call their attention, but Michael would always say none of them could ever compete with her. Even after three years, Maggie was still surprised and happy because Michael chose her to spend their lives together. “I know, I know, you can hardly wait to put a ring on my finger. Don’t worry, babe, one day it’ll happen” she joked, patting his chest with both hands before she tried to go back to the bathroom to do her makeup.

Or at least she intended to go to the bathroom and finally get ready, but Maggie couldn’t keep walking because Michael’s hand suddenly was holding hers, not letting her go far from him. “Why not now?” he asked looking down at her.

“That sounds a lot like a marriage proposal, sir” Maggie joked, smiling at him while she brought their joined hands to her lips, kissing his knuckles as she would do on every normal day.

The smile on Michael’s face was what told her that he wasn’t joking. The way he was looking at her was enough to let her know the question that left his lips was not a joke. He meant it. He meant every single word and he wanted to marry her. “Maybe it is. I had one last wish, remember? I used two so this is my last one. Marry me, Mags”

She almost forgot about their joke. She almost forgot about that first wish and the kiss they shared hiding back at the farm. She almost forgot about his shiny eyes full of unshed tears as he begged her to go back to him as they decided to temporarily part ways that gloomy day in London. She almost forgot he still had one last wish in his pocket but never in her life had Maggie imagined that Michael’s last wish was gonna be that one.

“Mike are you serious?” she asked in the softest voice, feeling the tears forming in her eyes before she could even realize what was happening. It was as if her brain couldn’t process what Michael was saying. She just couldn’t comprehend how after everything they went through; there he was proposing. There was no way she could be that lucky, so somehow her brain was saying it was nothing but impossible.

But just when Maggie was about to ask again, Michael kissed her knuckles and smiled at her. “Dead serious, sunshine. Give me one second”. With a kiss on her forehead, Michael let her hand go, going straight to their suitcases on a side of the room. It was her basic instinct wanting to run to him, but instead she just sat on the bed, looking at every single one of his moves. It felt like a weird movie in slow motion, but from a bag from his suitcase he took a black box that Maggie was convinced was from some of his fitness equipment. Then she realized how damn smart he was because there was no way she would ever open any of that. There was no way she would ever touch his work equipment, and Michael knew it. Every time he got something new she would just ask for what it was and then would never touch it, too scared to somehow break it and ruin it. Not that she was interested or anything at all, but fear was the main reason why she wouldn’t fuck it up with some of those very fancy and very expensive things her boyfriend had. So every single time she saw that damn box between his things, Maggie never asked, she just ignored it, never imagining that from inside it there would emerge a small emerald green box. Her hands went automatically to her mouth the second she saw Michael walking to her with it in his hand and she couldn’t help but cry when he kneeled right in front of her, grabbing her hand with his to uncover her face. “I had this for a long time. I got it way before our break. I convinced myself maybe it was too soon back then. But then I told myself I was an idiot 'cause you’re the love of my life and it was the right thing to do. I tried to wait for the right moment, but I fucked up letting you go instead. I should’ve asked you this instead of asking you if you wanted time off from us. I know I fucked up that day, but I love you so much, sweetheart-”

“Hey, no, you didn’t fuck anything up” she interrupted him, holding his face between her hands so she could look straight into his eyes. “There’s no way you could ever ruin anything. You just make everything better. You make me better, and you know it, babe”

“I love you more than anything in the world, do you know that?”

“I know. I’d say I love you more but I’m not fighting you right now. I know you love me as much as I love you, so it’s perfect”

“Good, 'cause I mean it. I meant every single word every single time I said it. I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you in that video Dan sent me all those years ago. I love you and I’ll always love you cause there’s no way I could ever stop it. So, I’m gonna ask you again and in the right way cause that’s what you deserve. Margaret Byrne, my little sunshine, would you please marry me?”

On any other normal day, Maggie would have stayed looking straight into his eyes, simply because she loved that shiny brown color with her whole heart. She loved it so much that she always joked saying she would get the code tattooed if she ever found the same color in the Pantone palette. But that night something distracted her from one of her favorite views, and that was Michael’s hands moving between them.

Maggie looked down and suddenly there was the perfect ring inside the already pretty green box. Along a delicate silver band there were twelve small white diamonds and right in the center was the biggest and focal stone, which was a round cut diamond, exactly like she wanted it. It was perfect, it was everything she ever dreamed her engagement ring would be and what made it better was that Michael picked it up for her.

But the best part wasn’t the ring, the best –and her favorite- part was her favorite hands holding it. Her favorite part was her favorite eyes shining full of love, happiness, hope, and illusion as they were fixed on her waiting for an answer. Her favorite part was the man of her dreams and the love of her life declaring his love for her and proposing to spend their life together. There was nothing she wanted more than that. There was nothing she wanted as badly as growing old with her big boy beside her. Damn, there was no other way she would want to do it, so that was going to be the easiest answer of her life.

“I love you forever and more than anything in the world so yes, I’m marrying you” Maggie nodded as the smile on her face grew bigger while the tears kept streaming down her face.

In three years they shared an uncountable amount of kisses. From some with nothing but lust and passion to some wet with tears and tinted with sadness, they kissed in every single possible way that existed. But that night they kissed and it was as if the universe proved to her once again she was nothing but wrong because nothing compared to that kiss. Nothing compared to the perfection of their lips sealing their new deal. Nothing compared to the sensation of kissing Michael that day. Nothing ever compared to the happiness of hugging and being held by her future husband while they tried to keep kissing between tears, giggles, and smiles. Nothing was as good as them together in every single possible way.

It felt like a dream to see Michael taking the silver ring out of the box. It felt surreal to feel the cold metal as he put it on her ring, fitting perfectly because clearly, that man wasn’t going to fuck it up with the size. It felt like a damn fairytale to see the man she loved kissing her hand and the diamond ring over it, right before kissing her lips once again, making it impossible for Maggie to stop giggling.

“Thank you for saying yes, sweetheart” he whispered against her lips, stroking her cheek with his free hand because Maggie wasn’t letting him go.

“I should thank you for asking me, to be honest” she joked, kissing his lips once more before she looked down at their joined hands. “God, it's so fucking gorgeous. How can you be so handsome and good and sweet and smart and on top of that have good taste for engagement rings?”

“I know what my wife likes” Michael shrugged, finally getting up from his place on the floor to sit on the bed right by her side, but instead, Maggie sat right on his lap. “I got it after you flew to Dublin during lockdown. It was the first night without you home. I was just sitting on the couch, fucking heartbroken, scrolling down Instagram while I waited for you to tell text me you were home and suddenly it was there looking at me. It was perfect so I had to get it cause I knew it was the right one for the right one. I’m just really sorry it took me so long to ask you”

She could hear the little hint of sadness and melancholy when he mentioned that terrible day. Even her heart felt heavy when she remembered the tears, the sadness, the hugs, the goodbyes, the terrible flight, and then the first terrible night without Michael. She remembered perfectly the pressure on her chest and the desperation as she got inside her cold bed knowing perfectly fine Michael wasn’t going to join her. She remembered everything perfectly well, but she just decided to take a deep breath and just try to leave it all behind, especially in a happy moment like that. All she wanted to think about at that moment was them, their love, their happiness, and that gorgeous diamond that from that day lived in her left hand.

“You did it and that’s it. Time doesn’t matter” she smiled, lacing their fingers together as she stroked his cheek and jaw with her free hand. “Damn, I’m gonna be your Mrs. Italiano” she giggled, still not believing what was happening.

“You can pick the last name you want as long as you’re my wife” he smiled, moving his hand to her neck, stroking her skin with his thumb as he held her in place, keeping her near with his fingers tangled in her hair.

His lips ghosting over hers got her whimpering in no time, leaving Maggie nothing but bewitched as she waited for his next move. Then his fingers running through her scalp got her moaning in such a way it was pathetic. Michael had her in the palm of his hand, and Maggie was nothing but ready to do whatever he asked. She was ready to comply and obey every single one of his words no matter how crazy or insane it was because that’s how in love she was with him. But then in a second of sanity, she remembered that they were supposed to go out. They had plans and reservations and now a reason to go out and celebrate, and she was still just wearing her dress and not even half ready. “I need to get ready, babe” she whispered against his lips.

“Marry me” Michel repeated.

“I already told you yes, babe”

“I mean marry me tonight. Vegas is where everything started so why not?”

Michael wasn’t joking. Maggie knew those eyes like the back of her hand, so she knew he was completely serious. He wanted them to marry that same night and God, how badly she wanted to say yes. There was nothing she wanted more, but for more than one reason it was a bad idea. “Cause I want a normal wedding. Beautiful, sunny Perth, our family, and friends, a cute white dress that would make you tear up cause you can’t believe how beautiful I look. Then I want you getting under that dress and even fucking me right there in some bathroom in the middle of the reception. Besides, we don’t have witnesses and we need two and-“

She could have gone on and on with the reason, but she was cut by Michael and yet another kiss. But this time it wasn’t just softness, this was nothing but love and need and passion, and Maggie couldn’t help but moan as their tongues moved together. She needed to go get ready but she couldn’t help but move on his lap and place both her knees on side of his, getting their bodies as close as possible. They needed to go, but there was nothing she wanted more than to take his shirt off his body and beg him to fuck her right there and then. Instead, Maggie kept her hands on his neck and back, trying to hold onto something. She needed to hold onto something to not think about how Michael wanted to elope, how he was touching her legs and ass under her dress, how hard he was, and especially how wet she was.

“Marry me” Michael insisted, smirking at her, knowing that evil grin and his fingers running around her skin would convince her in no time. And to make it even worse, he moved from her lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over her jaw until he reached the spot he wanted. “Just say yes. We go get dinner and then we get married. Just you and me. We said fuck the rest, so fuck ‘em”

“I know you’re stubborn but please don’t be stubborn now. Remember our first night together? I told you Jas was gonna kill us for sleeping together and you told me it wasn’t as bad as eloping so let’s not fuck it up doing it. I love you and I really wanna marry you yesterday, but I don’t want everyone getting mad at us again, grá” Maggie explained, using the last sign of logic she had in her brain, even when Michael was doing a beautiful job turning her insane between kisses, licks, and bites on her neck.

And to make it even worse, she could feel him smiling against her skin as he moved one strap slowly off her shoulder. “I said that? What an idiot. I should’ve asked you to marry me that night instead of saying something so stupid”

“Too late for that. Besides I’m already your fiancé so there’s no point in regretting what we didn’t do, or that’s what a smart man told me more than once” Maggie smirked, too proud to be using his own words against him.

“Did your fiancé tell you that he can make a call and move the dinner reservations to a bit later?” Michael asked, moving the other strap off her shoulder, letting her dress fall from her chest.

And while it happened, Maggie didn’t even try to cover herself, she just let it happen as she moved her hands between them, first unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and then letting her fingers wander down to his pants. “I mean, I saw him doing magic before, so I wouldn’t be surprised” she shrugged, moving just enough to deal with the zipper and the single button that was getting in the way of what she really wanted.

“Good, 'cause I wanna see what my future wife’s wearing under this pretty dress” Michael affirmed, finally getting rid of her dress to leave it forgotten somewhere on the floor.

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