F1 oneshots

𝐼 for IKEA [OP81]

I for IKEA

(yes lol I know, bear with me please😂)

"All right, we still have to look at dining tables, mirrors and beds."

He smirked at me when I said the last item, getting a smack on his arm.

"Ow!" he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.

As Oscar pushed the cart, we strolled through IKEA on the rainy October morning, a list in my hand. After spending what felt like months apartment hunting in Monaco, we finally found one that was exactly what we needed.

It was close to the sea, which was one big aspect. It also had a lot of light, which was good for me since I usually work from home.

Monaco was also closer to most Grand Prix than Melbourne, so it was good to have our primary home here.

"What kind of dining table were you thinking of getting?" he asked as he leaned against the cart while I walked into a dining room on display.

I ran my fingers along the structured wood of the table: "I don't know. But I think it should stand out, you know? Be a place that feels welcoming to sit at but also large and makes you feel important."

Oscar smiled at me: "Like a King's table."

"Right!" I turned towards him with a grin, "Except less dominating. I don't want our guests to feel like they're not worthy of sitting at our table."

Oscar laughed: "You're right. So a large table that feels confident and reminds you of home."

I stared at him with love. He frowned: "What is it?"

As I stepped towards him, my smile only grew. I placed a sweet peck against his lips to express my gratitude.

"I'm so glad we're finally doing this."

Oscar put a hand against my cheek and pulled me in for a little longer kiss- longer than we usually permit ourselves in public.

"Me too."

I grinned as we continued walking through IKEA, looking at the different displays. There were many options for dining tables, but Oscar and I knew exactly what we were looking for.

And when we saw it, both of us fell in love. It was exactly how we wanted it to be. And it felt just like we needed it to.

Like home.

"All right, we're definitely getting this one," I smiled, seeing Oscar nod.

With our dream table's code written on our list, we moved on to mirrors. There were many differently shaped mirrors, some with large frames, others without.

"Oscar?" I turned towards the Aussie who was distracted by the amount of reflections around him.

"Hm?" he answered before turning his head to look at me, "what is it?"

I smiled: "I want you to choose our hallway mirror."

He frowned: "Me?"

I nodded: "Yes, you."

He grinned, excited to be able to choose and pushed himself upright. I took over the cart and followed him, simply watching where he was going and listening to what he said.

"This one's too big, this one is ugly, you won't like this one-"

"Oscar."

The Aussie turned around: "Hm?"

"I want you to choose. So don't think about if I won't like it. If you like it, we can get it. Besides, that one's not too bad."

He smiled at my response, moving on: "This one is weird, this one's reflection makes me look short, this one has basically more frame than mirror, this one..."

Oscar went on, checking every mirror available. I was content watching him be so excited about our new home.

When he suddenly stopped in front of a mirror and didn't say anything for a while, I stepped away from the cart and stood next to him, gently holding onto his arm.

"Is this the one?" I whispered, to which he nodded.

"Yeah, I think so."

"You think or you know?" I checked.

He smiled, looking at me through its reflection: "I know so."

Oscar tilted his head towards me and kissed me on my forehead.

"All right. What's the mirror's code so we can get it downstairs?" I asked and Oscar checked the tag, telling me.

We went on to lastly settle on a bed for the master bedroom. Oscar couldn't keep from smirking at me all the time and I couldn't stop rolling my eyes and chuckling.

There were others around when we stopped to look at the beds, so I tried to keep it quiet.

"You're a dirty boy, you know that?" the words slipped my mouth when Oscar kept hitting me with the not-so-hidden dirty jokes surrounding beds.

He nodded, and leaned down to my ear: "Yeah, but you'd miss it if I weren't."

My cheeks went red and he laughed, walking on with the cart. I quickly followed him so as not to attract too much attention to us.

He went on with the jokes for the rest of our time at IKEA. From getting the mirror in the storage hall to paying at the cashier, to buying the table to be sent to our apartment, to walking back to the car.

He was laughing when we shut the doors and sat in our seats. I couldn't help but grin all the time. Oscar took a while to finish laughing, and that itself was hilarious.

"Are you done?" I asked, maybe a bit too harshly.

He frowned at me: "Why? You love my jokes."

I shook my head while smiling at him: "You're such an idiot."

I leaned towards him and crashed my lips against his.

While walking through IKEA I almost couldn't fight the urge to pull him into a corner and make out with him. His jokes were horrible, yes, but his laugh was irresistible.

Oscar was taken aback by my kiss, his reaction delayed. But as soon as he realised what was happening, he wrapped an arm around me, the other on my cheek.

He groaned as I continued to kiss him without any sign of fatigue. His lips were warm and dry- probably from all the laughing- and his hands felt strong.

"Y/n," he breathed in between kisses, "we've gotta leave before someone sees us."

I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed and my lips on Oscar's: "I don't care."

I kissed him again: "I don't care if they see us."

He smiled against my lips and leaned into me, intensifying out makeout session. After what felt like just a moment, Oscar pulled back.

"Come on," he tried, "let's go home."

I pecked his lips and he spoke: "I promise you we can resume this once we get there."

A smile grew on my face, as well as his.

"I love you so much," he spoke, driving onto the road home with a hand placed on my thigh.

I smiled at him, kissing his hand: "I love you too."

He grinned: "Let's go build our home."

*****

I is for I-can't-believe-there's-only-five-races-left-how-is-this-happening-?

Hii my sweethearts,

hope you enjoyed this one ;)

anyway, J is for a specific genre of music- if you can guess it, you're amazing already and if you can't, you should go ahead and watch La La Land.

warning: it might completely obliterate your heart. (it's a really great film)

all right lovelies, I'll see you soon!

x

Brooke