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olicitymckono · 3 months

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Verstappen's Heart

First Max X reader 😊

AN: All mistakes are mine

Warning: Mention of abuse.

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Working as Max Verstappen’s Personal Assistant was an opportunity of a life time. Yn was a young American/British woman who had grown up watching Formula 1 with her grandfather during her teens and knew more about the sport than anything else. She had been studying for her masters degree in administration and had been taking a break for the holidays when she had literally ran into Geri Halliwell the former Spice Girl and wife of Christian Horner, team principle for her favourite team Red Bull. The two women had got to talking and some how Yn found herself at dinner with the Horner’s and with a job as Max’s assistant. She had yet to meet the man and as the new season grew closer she found herself more and more nervous about the meeting. That day happened to be the day Max was leaving to join his team for some pre season training. Max had been busy talking to GP his engineer when Christian had introduced her to him. She had quickly realised that she need not have worried because Max was a really nice and genuine guy who made her feel at ease and accepted from the get go. She could definitely see them becoming fast friends. And she had been right.

Max had been quite intrigued by the young blond woman who had entered his life and he could not deny that she was good at her job. In just the space of a few short weeks she had managed to familiarise herself with his schedule and everything else that was important to him. One thing that really surprised him though was the fact that his father Jos seemed to like her as well. That might have to do with the fact that she stood up for herself and never allowed him to intimidate her. That first day when she had called out his father Max had never liked the girl more.

One person however who did not seem to take a liking to YN was Kelly, Max’s girlfriend. The fact that Penelope had taken to Yn didn’t do her any favours. Max was convinced that Kelly was just jealous and had called he out on it a few times but Kelly had been adamant that there was something off with the American/Brit.

Yn was by no means a bad person and was genuine in everything that she did but Kelly had been right at least slightly. Yn had a secret well not so much that she had to keep it hidden, it was just something she didn’t like talking about.

Two days before Qualifying Max had asked her to dinner. He wanted to thank her for the great job she was doing. She couldn’t deny that there was something about him that made her heart flutter. They had both had a lot of fun that night but the next day the media had a field day with pictures of them, all with the same question, “Was Max cheating on Kelly?”

Max and Yn decided to ignore it as it was the 21st century were a man and woman were allowed to be friends and true fans of Max and Formula 1 knew who she was and loved her just as much. Kelly on the other end was not impressed and she had caught the next flight to Jeddah. She had started a huge argument and demanded that Yn should be let go. Max equally pissed at the demands of his girlfriend refused and told Kelly that Yn was not going anywhere. The atmosphere between Kelly and Yn was thick and the fact that Max refused to get rid of the her. Kelly knew she had to do something herself. She hired a private investigator.

2 weeks later:

Max was busy getting ready for media day in Australia when Kelly came walking into his drivers room, a smile on her face. “I need to talk to you.”

“Hi yourself,” Max looked over at her. He was a little surprised she had wanted to come to this race as she usually missed this one due to her work schedule, but yesterday she had called him to say that she was on her way.

“Hey baby.” She kissed him deeply.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Max, I know you like Yn but she isn’t who she says she is.”

Max sighed annoyed. “Kelly please I’m tired of your suspicions and accusations. I don’t know why you don’t like her and that’s fine but she is my co-worker and friend. You don’t have to like her.”

“I wish you could just listen to me for a change. Yn Logan doesn’t exists at least not till 6 years ago.”

“Not everyone posts their lives on social media Kelly.”

“I’m not talking about just social media. I mean she doesn’t exist anywhere. I hired a PI.”

“You what?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind?”

She reached for him but he pulled away. “I’m trying to help you Max. This girl is dangerous.”

“No, you’re just jealous!”

“I’m not jealous. Oh her? Please.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Listen she’ll find another job and that will be that. Like you said she’s good at what she does.”

“I’m not firing her Kelly.”

Kelly huffed, “Still? Just how good is she in bed?”

“Excuse me?” he was fuming.

“Well,” she crossed her arms annoyed. “there is no other reason you won’t get rid of her unless you’re sleeping with her.”

“He’s not.”

The couple turned towards where Yn was standing. She had been on her way to go over some possible questions he might have to answer when she had heard them arguing. She was going to turn back to give them some privacy when she had heard her name.

“Of course you would say that. Little slut trying to protect herself.”

“That’s enough Kelly!”

“I think you should ask that investigator for your money back.”

“You heard that?” Max asked looking a her. She nodded. “I’m sorry, Kelly had no right to do that.”

She shook her head, “It’s ok. She was looking out for you.” She turned to the Brazilian. “They didn’t do a good job though.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t look that hard. Up until 6 years ago my name was Yn Alexander when I was legally allowed to change my name. Logan is my grandmothers maiden name.”

“And why would you need to change your name?” Kelly asked sarcastically.

“Because I wanted to get as far away from my family as possible. I wanted to rid myself of any connection.”

“Why?”

“Kelly, stop.” Max could see how uncomfortable Yn was and he didn’t need an answer unless she wanted to share.

“My biological father died when I was 2. Killed in action. My mother remarried her boyfriend less then 8 months after my dad died. Turns out they had been having an affair while my dad was on tour. My step dad had my name changed to his. Which he decided was enough of a reason to take what he wanted. I was 4 when he touched me for the first time and 5 when he raped me for the first time.”

Kelly’s face fell, she had not been thinking anything like that. Max walked over to Yn and put an arm around her shoulders. “Yn I’m so sorry.” Kelly replied.

“My mom never believed me and choose him. So I got rid of that name. But thank you for making me relive all that.” She moved away from Max and hurriedly wiped her eyes. “The media is waiting Max. You need to get out there.” She turned and walked out the room.

“Max,” Kelly started but he simply put up his hand to stop her before leaving the room.

She was quiet during the media and avoided any unnecessary contact with him. Charles who had been in the same group as his friend picked up that something was a miss. “Is Yn okay?”

“No,” Max couldn’t take his eyes off the girl. “Kelly fucked up.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not my story to tell but she violated Yn’s privacy.”

“Why? Is she still acting jealous?”

“Yes.”

Charles nodded softly. “Can I asked you something without you getting mad?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like her?”

Max knew who he was asking about and it would have been easy to say no. But there was something there, he had realised it weeks ago but he had not said or done anything. He did love Kelly. Yn had this way about her, she was warm and caring. Everyone she met instantly connected with her. She never treated him like he was untouchable. She always saw him as just Max. He could be himself with her, something he had recently realised he was not able to be around Kelly anymore. She was too much of a wag and what that entailed that she had forgotten about her boyfriend and even at times her own child. “I do.”

Most of the weekend passed by uneventfully. Kelly, Max had noticed had made herself scarce and avoided Yn at all costs. She felt terrible for what she had done but she didn’t regret it, as she had just been trying to protect Max. But he was more worried about Yn. She didn’t spend anytime alone with him, making sure that she was the first to leave. He was worried he was going to lose her. And he was right.

After the race and celebrations for his win, Christian called him over. “Where’s YN?”

“She quit.”

Several weeks had passed since Australia and she was finally getting settled into a new job and routine back in Texas. She missed the races and the drivers especially Max but she had lived so long in a toxic situation and wouldn’t endure that again. Her feelings for Max was not easy as well. She had felt guilty for days for thinking that she had somehow made Kelly jealous, but soon enough she had realised that she hadn’t done anything wrong. No matter how much she had grown to like Max, she had never done anything inappropriate. Max had tried getting in touch with her over the weeks but she had ultimately decided to move past all of that and had simply sent him a message thanking him for everything and that she would miss him greatly before blocking his number. Charles on the other hand had become quite a good friend and had been keeping her up to date on the red bull driver. Just because she was gone didn’t mean that she had stopped caring about Max.

It was midway through the season and Max was doing well at least from a driving perspective. He was top of the championship and had yet to lose a race but that was because he had been determined to hide how sad and angry he was. Things with Kelly had soured significantly after Yn had left to the point were the two were barely talking to one another. The only thing in his relationship he cared about was Penelope. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the change in Max as he had always been focused and determined but both Charles and Christian knew something was wrong with the Dutchman and it had everything to do with his former PA. A week into the mid season break and Charles took the opportunity to help out his friend, both of them. He knew they had feelings for each other and deserved a chance regardless of what anyone said.

“Hey man, how is everything?” Charles asked one day over the phone. “How’s the break?”

Max sighed and Charles could tell he was tired. “Not great man. Kelly and I....it’s just exhausting.”

“Don’t you think maybe it’s time? You obviously don’t feel the same about her anymore. Why make yourself sick over a relationship that’s over?”

“I want to bit what about P?”

“Max I know you love that little girl but what about you? You’re in love with someone else. Someone who gets you and makes you feel like you matter. Not as a driver or athlete but as Max.”

“She doesn’t care about me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Charles, she blocked me from everything and hasn’t spoken to me since Australia which was months ago.”

“Because she was hurt. She hates her past and what happened to her. They way she had to tell you was not how she would have wanted to. In fact she might not have told anyone if she had the chance. Did you know the abuse lasted till she was 14?”

“What?”

“Yep, once a month for 9 years. Sometimes more. Her stepdad would lie in wait till her mom would be either out of town or too tired to notice. Each time threating her afterwards. She tried telling her mom but the woman refused to listen. It was only after her grandparents visited for the birth of her half brother that anyone helped her. Her grandfather woke up one night for something to drink when he saw her stepfather coming out of her room clothes not quite right. He had waited till the other man was back in his own room before he went into her and found her crying. She told him everything and when he confronted his daughter, you know what she said?”

“No,”

“Yn was a little liar and was trying to ruin her family and was jealous of her baby brother.”

“I would have killed that son of a bitch on the spot.”

“They removed her from the home and she changed her surname as soon as she turned 18. I’m sure you can imagine wanting to forget something like that as best as you can.”

“It’s terrible and I wish she could have gotten the chance to tell me on her own terms.”

“She asks about you all the time.”

“You talk to her?” Max asked now fully invested in the conversation.

“We’re friends.”

“How is she?”

“Aside from missing you for some reason, she’s doing okay. Lives in Austin. You should go see her. After you break up with Kelly. I like Penelope too but you can’t deny your own happiness because of her. She wouldn’t want you to.”

Max nodded before realising his friend couldn’t see him. “Will you help me?”

“What can I do to help?”

Yn was a little surprised that Charles had asked if he could come visit her for a week. Just days ago he had asked her to join him and Alexandra in Italy for a break but she had sadly had to decline do to work commitments. Although she was happy to get to see her friend again. He had arranged to met her at her apartment after work and now she was hurriedly trying to pull it together before they got there. She was just putting the last piece of her clothing away when she heard the door bell. “Coming.”

When she opened the door though the smile she had fell. “Hi Schat.”

“Max, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” she stepped aside allowing him in.

He looked around her apartment at everything that made sense. Her home represented her in every way. Minimalistic but classy and sophisticated. “Looks amazing.”

“Thank you. You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here? And why do I get the feeling Charles has something to do with this?”

“Because he does. He was never coming. He was helping me.” He looked over her, drinking in the sight of her. He had missed her more than he could express. He walked towards her, stopping right in front of her.

The way he was looking at her cause her stomach to flip and the fact that he was so close to her wasn’t helping. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” he asked reached a hand out and brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. The part of her skin he made contact with felt like it was on fire. “Because.”

“Because why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” she responded quickly shaking her head. “You just can’t look at me like you want to kiss me.”

“You’re not wrong there. I do want to kiss you. Have wanted to for weeks even before you left.”

“While as much I want that too you can’t.”

She made to move past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against his chest, lips mere inches from hers. “See now that’s where you are wrong.” He closed the distance and pressed his lips against hers. At first she wanted to resist but he was a really good kisser and it felt so good. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist he carried her to the couch lips never leaving hers.

Laying in his arms felt right but of course there was the elephant in the room. Kelly. Yn felt guilty that she had slept with a taken man. He could sense something was wrong as he lazily traced patterns down her bare arm. “I broke up with her.”

Yn lifted her head and looked at him, “You broke up with Kelly? Why?”

“Well, things had been weird between us since Australia but the main reason was because I fell in love with someone else.”

“Me?”

“No Danny,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Of course you. I knew I felt something for a while but I knew for certain that I loved you after you left. Life just sucked.”

“I doubt that, you’re leading the championship.”

“Winning isn’t everything Schat. And truth is the more I won and you weren’t there by my side, the more it lost any appeal. My life is empty without you. Not to mention my cats miss you too.”

“Should have led with that.”

“Oh, so you love them more than me?”

She chuckled, “I didn’t say that.”

“And you didn’t say you didn’t love me too.”

“I do Max. I love you.”

“Come back. Be with me.”

“I want to but I have a contract and an apartment.”

“We’ll rent it out and use it for holidays. And as for your contract, Ill buy you out. I want you with me.”

“What about your new PA Greta?”

“I’m sure Danny will take her off my hands and she’ll be happy with that too.”

“What did you do?” Yn smiled knowingly.

“Nothing....too bad.”

She laughed, “You’re a stubborn man sometimes.”

“Exactly, which means I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You make a tough offer to turn down. But I have one condition.”

“Let me have it.”

She shifted so that she was on top of him causing him to groan as she touch his sweet spot. “Can we keep this between us? The fact that we’re together, at least for the time being. Its so soon after you and Kelly split and I know how the fans can get.”

“I don’t care abut the fans, but I can do that for you. For a while a least. But we have to tell Charles and Alex. He is the reason we’re together. “

“Okay, we can tell them, and maybe Daniel, he is your best friend.”

“And Christian. I know he’ll be thrilled you’re back, second only to me.”

“Ok. I have one more request.”

“Mmm.”

“Do you think you can do that thing with your tongue again?”

In one swift move he had them turned over with him hovering over her. “Anything for you my liefie.”

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 2 - here the LINK to part 1. Warning: Jen’s bf is a controlling, toxic ASSHOLE, so mentions of abuse that may be triggering to some. Bf is a dick bcs the angst is fun to write- Seb takes an instant dislike to her bf because he just has a good eye for evil people 😈 let’s just say Sebastian slays her bday whilst her bf… is a flop.

Australia, Albert Park, March 17th. “-And I told them, you gotta look out for Sebastian’s tires, but nobody wanted to listen to me!” I explained, leaning over to speak directly into the drivers ear over the loud club music. Our first race in Australian with the RB9 went relatively good apart from a good teething issues. Teething issues that I did point out but the mechanics were happy with the tires that brought Sebastian down from pole to 3rd- still not a bad result.

“Next time, I am listening to you.” Seb slipped an arm over the back of the booth, behind me, the comment and smile he flashed me sending a rush of warmth through my chest. With Dutch courage I was able to chatter freely to Sebastian. “Well, I’m not really a mechanic.” I shrugged. “Hm?” He leaned in a little closer. My breath hitched, scanning over his face as the tipsy man leant against me slightly. “I just said, I’m not really a mechanic…” I gently spoke, eyes falling to the small gap between us. Feeling a little tense, my eyes roamed around the room, suddenly catching a glimpse of a tall, dark haired man ahead of me. The warmth that once spread through my chest was ignited into an uncomfortably hot fire. It raged deep inside of me, the sensations of panic, guilt, comfort all hitting me at once. It was my boyfriend. All the way from England. An odd sickness knocked me still, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. “Luke!” I borderline choked out, feeling Sebastian pull back slightly, eyeing up the figure with an awkwardly dirty expression. I cringed instantaneously.

“Who is that?” Sebastian questioned jusf as I was pushing myself out of the booth. “My boyfriend.” I was just as shocked, if not more than everybody else seemed to be. It wasn’t that I acted single around here, I just never told anybody about Luke, my anxieties and uncomfortable sensation that surrounded the topic was no exception in the current moment. “Hi!” I breathlessly walked over, halting in front of him. “What’re you not gonna give me a kiss? C’mere.” He pulled me, as I tripped forwards, feeling his lips on mine. The sensation felt foreign, it had been over 2 weeks since I’d last seen him, I hoped with the distance came separation- but Luke was insistent that if I took this job he would follow me. Yes- follow me.

“Oh, you’ve still got that shit on your lips.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as I stared at him, forcing a smile. It was weird, I felt nothing, nothing but a slight fear seeing the bottle of alcohol clutching in his left hand. I already had the breakup rehearsed so perfectly in my mind, ready for my next venture home. The same breakup I’d attempted four times over in a mere six months out of the eighteen we had spent together. “Sorry.” I awkwardly spoke, not loud enough so he could hear me. When he turned to the rest of my friends sat around I felt a pang in my chest knowing what he was expecting.

“This is Luke, um, here’s Christian- you know Christian, Molly, James, oh there’s Manny, that there is Sebastian-”

“Yeah, I know who Sebastian is, hun.” Luke nudged me off as a joke as I now sat across from where I previously was, unable to meet anybody’s eye. “Oh, you never mentioned a boyfriend, Jen!!” James exclaimed. “Oh, you didn’t?” There came that passive aggressive laugh from Luke’s clenched jaw. I mentally swore as James’ word. I knew he didn’t mean it to sound so bad, but I just knew there’d be an argument later that night. Across from me, I watched Sebastian’s eyes narrow towards the man before he seemed to shake it off and sip from his own drink. It was only a brief glance, sparingly looking at Luke. Maybe I was just being dramatic, but he didn’t seem too happy. And when he looked at me, he just looked purely confused. That’s pretty how much it went for the rest of the evening, Luke’s anger was becoming more and more noticeable until we got inside the hotel room. To our left, was Sebastian, and to our right was a poor Hannah, RedBull’s Senior Strategy Engineer.

I was silent when the bedroom door closed, Luke stumbled straight to the hallway, spinning around to me and spitting when the door was shut. “Yeah now you’re being so quiet, hardly happy to see me after three weeks, are you?” “I was just shocked.” I stumbled, placing my bag on the side. “It’s your birthday next week, why wouldn’t I be here?!” He snapped. “I said I was just shocked, that’s all.” I repeated, reaching over for my makeup wipes. “Don’t bother wearing all that shit on your lips next time, looks stupid anyway.”

“Luke!” I exclaimed in shock as he blew me off, stripping off his shirt and dropping himself into bed. “You and I both know why you’re wearing it.”

“Because I like it.” I defended, harshly ripping an wipe out of the packet. “I don’t… I know the other men do though.”

“Oh my god, don’t start this…” I felt borderline defeated already, standing like a lemon as I wanted to plead with the drunk to shut up. “Yeah, oh my god!” He shot back up out of bed, still jean classed. “You never fucking said how many men you were working with, now you’re dressing like this, acting like this! You don’t even tell them you have a fucking boyfriend!”

“Please be quiet, everybody’s next door-” “You think I give a fuck who’s next door?!” He hissed back as I sighed, hurrying to make my way to the bathroom. I locked myself in, feeling and hearing him slam on the door in response. I could hear the heaviness of his angered breathing from the other side of the wood. I hated when he got this intense and riled up, it struck a fear inside me then I figured it was just better to shut up rather than ignite his anger further.

“You’re the only one who gives a fuck, Jennifer! Nobody else! None of these people give a shit about you either! What, after three months you think they want to be friends with you?!” I felt complete and utter humiliation as he yelled away, I knew these hotel rooms weren’t soundproof, the thought of everybody knowing we were having a domestic after one night felt humiliating and damaging- never mind his words that hit a sensitive part deep inside of me. “A world champion, F1, fucking celebrity, wanting to be friends with you. You’re fucking kidding me, Jennifer. Get a fucking life!” That night I slept in the bathroom. It sounded absolutely pathetic, I know it was, but it was the reality of being with Luke. It’s like now he was back I felt this odd attachment to him, like without him I’d be lonely and he was my crutch to this whole world. Pathetic, again. I knew, but I couldn’t control it. I missed the separation I once had from him, and when my birthday rolled around the week after he was still there, this time, in a different country, Malaysia.

“Happy birthday! Happy, happy birthday, why didn’t you say it was your birthday?!” An all so familiar voice walked in through to where I was seated in front of my computers, I audibly gasped, feeling arms wrap around my front. It was Sebastian. “Oh!” My hands flew up to the warmth of his skin, his hands gentle as he gave me a light squeeze into his chest.

“I- thank you!” I laughed, feeling him glance over my side to give me the most adoring smile. “23?” “22. I accidentally told the camera guy the other day I was already 22.” I winced as he laughed, arm sliding off me. “No need to keep your birthday a secret though?!” Seb stood up straighter as I pushed my head phones off, gazing up to him with that fluttering feeling lingering in my chest. “I know… how did you know it was my birthday?”

“I know everything. You’ll be here until 4, right?” “5 tonight.” “Perfect.” “Why?” “Just perfect.” god knows what he meant, he was back and fourth all day, working out, chatting, checking out his car, tyres, eating, chatting some more, getting back to work and meetings. Eventually I’d wondered if nothing was to come at all from our brief conversation, it wasn’t like I expected anything, but I was just confused.

“Your boyfriend treat you to anything nice?” Hannah perked a brow, offering me an oddly knowing look. I knew she’d heard our argument back in Australia, I could tell by the way she’d look at me the next morning, ask if I was okay- I didn’t continue any further discussion about it with her.

“Yeah!” I took a deep inhale, pushing one headphone off. “Yeah.” I responded again, gathering my thoughts. Correction- lies. “What’s he got?” She responded as I awkwardly laughed, letting out a gentle exhale through my nose.

“He’s not given me it yet.” I defended, biting down on my lip and returning my attention back to my computer. My teeth were gritted together and my leg began to bounce uncomfortably from under the desk.

“He’s not got you anything has he?” She honestly spoke as I cleared my throat. “No.” The urge to get upset was creeping up on me.

“What? Did you say your boyfriends got you nothing?” This time, an Australian accent approached, Mark Webber was there, brows furrowed. “Ah- not yet.” I forced a laugh. “Well it’s a good thing we’re all-”

“Happy birthday to you…” Oh my god… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jeeeeeen, happy birthday to you!” I gasped in complete and utter ecstasy seeing everybody gathering, singing happy birthday. At either side of the cake stood Christian and Sebastian (of course) with a huge 22 in pink fondant spread across the cake. My heart swelled and lips immediately lifted, I almost felt tears fill my eyes as I perched on the edge of my seat, blowing out the 22 candles lit across the cake. Nobody had ever done anything like that for me before, ever… and the mastermind behind it all?? Sebastian Vettel.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, for today!” I practically threw my arms around the German man. He audibly giggled into my embrace, leaning down to kiss my cheek as I laughed, slightly tipsy from the few glasses of champagne I’d been fed. Christian told me to ‘fuck off work’ and the lot of them all enjoyed a few drinks with me. “You deserve a good birthday, everybody does, no?”

“I know but… I just didn’t expect it today, I appreciate it, thank you.”

“I would’ve gotten you a present if I knew sooner, but… hopefully your boyfriend treats you with something good.” He honestly spoke as I felt my heart pang. A sad kinda laugh escaped my lips as Sebastian cocked his head to the side with a confused expression.

“What’s funny?” “Nothing, really, just… I don’t think anything can top all that today, thank you again.” I smiled as he nodded back to me, lips stretched. He reached out, rubbing my upper back before we headed back to our rooms.

“Oh and Jen?” “Yeah?” “If he shouts at you on your birthday, I’ll come barging in…”

#Sebastian Vettel #Sebastian Vettel x reader #Sebastian Vettel x you #Sebastian Vettel x OC

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norlestappen · 9 days

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The Williams Shitstorm - LS2

Summary: After Alex crashed in Australia, Logan was just ready to be sad with y/n, but y/n was having none of that. She was ready to fight everyone to make sure her boyfriend was happy again. Sad-boyfriend!Logan x confident gf!reader

Time flew by, you cheering for your boyfriend, feeling so confident in his performance in the current season. You felt so happy knowing that Logan got his second chance and could finally prove that he was just as talented as the other drivers on the grid.

When you used to work in a boring office, you would always miss your boyfriend, seeing him on the television that was positioned on the other end of the room.

Dating a racing driver had its ups and downs, but you would never trade it for the world. You had a gentle, kind, and wholehearted man by your side, who never once doubted your abilities or you.

It seemed like the perfect opportunity when you were offered a job in Williams when Logan resigned for another year. You felt ecstatic being able to stay with your boyfriend, still being able to work and finally having that free time together that you guys always missed out on.

All of that gratefulness ended when you were in Melbourne, Alex had just crashed in FP2 and they had to find a solution on what to do. You were on edge a little bit, not liking the fact what the team was talking about. Getting Alex to race in Logans car? Impossible. Trying to repair his car? Unless they were magicians, that would be pretty impossible too. You were getting impatient, waiting in Logan’s drivers’ room, wanting an answer on this whole situation. You knew that Logan would agree to anything that James made him do, because he was just that person. Never arguing, in hopes to not raise any attention to himself.

So, when the door opened and he just laid down next to you on the tiny couch, you just knew something must have happened. He would always try to escape his mind by cuddling into you, like an infant. But you also knew that there was no way to get the information at that given moment. He needed to calm down, collect his thoughts and just relax before approaching the subject.

In the meantime, you were texting the wags group chat, trying to get more information on whatever drama was going on in the other teams. But most things weren’t new.

Kika and Flavy were complaining about Alpine being shit. Alexandra and Rebecca had their own conversation going on, while both Lilys, Luisa, and you were discussing what was going on with Logan. Barely a few minutes went on, when you got a message of Alex’s Lily:

Lily Albono: heyy girl, so I just talked to Alex, and I got horrible news. Alex is fine btw, but idk about Logan. Is he with you? Alex is worried. Apparently, Alex is driving Logans car tomorrow? Wish I had better news, but James said that Logan is sitting out this GP since Alex always has more points than him.

Your phone fell down, accidentally hitting Logan’s head as it fell down onto the floor. You couldn’t even process what happened as your whole body was suddenly fueled with anger and frustration.

Sitting up, you looked at your confused and sleepy boyfriend and you just hug him tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me, Lo? You do know that you can always tell me anything, right?” He looked up at you, nodding slightly, tears escaping his eyes already.

“You know about it, don’t you? That I can’t race anymore this week?” You nodded, not wanting to scare Logan because you knew that he was just the babygirl in this relationship.

#logan sargeant smut #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #lily muni he #australia 2024 #gp australia #melbourne #williams racing #james vowels #williams f1 #alex taking logans car #chassis #logan sargeant is soooo hot

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biggheadd · 1 month

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I'm a dad now! My wife here did an amazing job giving birth to a healthy baby girl ❤️ We gonna name her Australia GP 2024! ❤️🍾🎊

#carlos sainz jr #love you baby #aus gp 2024

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zyxwl2015 · 9 months

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Excerpts from Lando Norris biography - part II

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?

When I was five, I stole a sweet from the sweet shop. My parents found out and I lied and said they were given to us from school. Then my mum said she was going to ask the teacher, that’s when I knew it was all going to go wrong, so I had to own up to it.

lol 😂

Charlotte said Lando was at the MTC a LOT when he was a McLaren junior, more than Fernando, Jenson or Stoffel, because he lived nearby. When there's media commitments others don't want to do or cannot do, it's always Lando's job to do it

When Lando became an F1 driver in 2019, Jon and Mark made it clear to Charlotte that they should "in no way mollycoddle him". They actually asked Charlotte to tell them every time Lando's late or did anything wrong. On the other hand they are all very supportive of Lando when he did good, eg. getting a podium, and Lando would be very chuffed about it

But Lando was "forever trying to rebel" (😂), by not wearing the correct team gear etc, and Charlotte had to become a big sister for him. "He once asked me why I was always telling him about Carlos, and I told him to come back to me once he’d done five years in F1." Lando and Charlotte also got really close over time, "Sometimes I’d just go and sit with him in his driver’s room and chat about life."

Charlotte on Carlando (at the beginning): she said Carlos came into McLaren with a mindset of trying to establish himself, as a valuable F1 driver and as no.1 driver in the team, so he treated Lando as a little brother

Before his first GP in Australia 2019, Lando was very very nervous, "he just went very, very quiet. Like steely quiet". He texted Charlotte that he did not want to muck up, and Charlotte had to try to lower expectations for him and reassure him. He did not sleep at all the night before Sunday's race. Charlotte said he put way too much pressure on himself

The accident in Spa 2019 hit his dad Adam really hard, that "he felt very sick". Lando had to reassure his family about his safety (🥺)

Charlotte said that podium for Carlos in Brazil 2019 became a defining moment for Norris, "deep down, he wanted to be the one who had delivered that podium for the team"

(I'll move on to 2020 and 2021 tomorrow)

#lando norris #charlotte sefton #I have realized the most interesting part of this book is the Charlotte's quotes #carlos sainz jr

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valexformula1 · 1 year

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Electricity - DR3

Request: No

Summary: Reader and Daniel being fools for each other but not confessing after Daniel heard Lewis is gonna ask reader out

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x best friend!reader

Word Count: 1323

Warnings: little sad and fluff, house moving, Daniel and reader being a pair of fools for ice cream, cursing

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song electricity of Silk City, Dua Lipa. Don’t be a ghost reader, it took me a while to write in it.

1996

At your 7 years you got to move from your country because your father got a job offer at Perth, Australia, you got to admin it was scary at first, moving from Peru to Australia was not easy especially when it was a different idiom, people, school, basically everything. Your mother died when you were 4, so it has been you and your dad only until you meet him.

Your dad was a mechanic engineer, and he was working at the Australia track when you meet him.

It was a very hotness Wednesday when you were looking around for your dad since you got lost looking the other cars when suddenly him bumped you, a pretty boy with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going”

“Sorry too, are you okey? ” he said cheking on you to see if you were fine

“Yep, I’m y/n by the way”

“I’m Daniel, nice to meet you” he said shaking hands with you “Come on, let’s go for some ice cream”

Before you could answer he was already running and holding your hand, so you could follow him.

Since that you and him start to hang more and more becoming best friends, you attending to his races and him been for you in every broken heart.

2011

When I'm with you

Ooh, baby

Giving up my ghost for you

“Gosh Daniel, I’m so proud of you debuting for F1” you said

“What you think about the race?” he replied

“That someone is getting an F1 seat soon”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely, you’ll see”

“Thanks, changing theme” he said looking behind you “where is Michael?”

“He isn’t coming, actually he isn’t coming anymore we split out, think it wasn’t meant to be”

“What? Why? You okey?”

“Yep, we just wanted different things” you said trying to recover the reality “come on let’s go for some ice cream” you said grabbing his hand.

The truth was that Micheal want to call it quits since he saw how much time you spend with Daniel and you attending to the race and cancelling your date 3 days before was the straw that broke the camel's back.

He told you that it was clear you and Daniel were in love, so he broke up with you, you didn’t agree with him saying that you got a thing for Daniel when it wasn’t he was your best friend that was all.

2021

All I see is you, lately

Wide awake and in my dreams

I see your face so vividly

I don't know what I'd do

Ooh, baby

If you only saw a friend in me

I'd be bittersweet

That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, every time that you saw, hug or touch Daniel there was a feeling, a feeling in your stomach.

This started to happen since that GP 2 years ago when he wins, you watch him get off the stage to hug you and since then you could stop thinking about him.

Now you weren’t dumb you knew what it meant, but it didn’t matter, today you decided to give it a shot and tell him after the race.

“Hey Dan, congrats on p4” you said after entering on his driver's room

“Thanks y/n” okey it was now or never

“So, I want to tell you something” said both of you

“Go ahead” he said

“No, you” you said thinking he would say what you think it was, was it that he felt the same? He also likes you ?

“Well, I meet this pretty girl yesterday and I ask her to go on a date tomorrow” he said smiling

After that you learn that online date apps were not that bad at all.

2022

I know you've been treating, treating yourself wrong

So let me care for you

Ooh, baby

I'ma love you differently

I'll give you electricity

“Hey, you wanna grab some ice cream?” you said to him after he opens the door of the hotel

Everybody knew Daniel wasn’t having the time of his life this season with Mclaren treating him like shit.

“Thank but not in the mood” he says a little sad

“What’s wrong?” you could feel something was not fine

“Imleavingmclaren” he whispered

“What?” you replied confused

“I’m leaving Mclaren y/n” he said more loud this time with tears in his eyes

This past few weeks Daniel was the center of attention on the paddock but not for a good reason, everyone wanted to know where he was going to go or do after the news. Daniel started to push everyone, fake smiling all the time, there wasn’t that smile that you saw years ago anymore, he started to lose weight and cancelled to your friend dates.

“Daniel, talk to me” you beg, this week you found out Daniel wasn’t eating

“I am fine”

“No you’re not, you being skipping foods”

“Just wasn’t hungry, that’s all”

“What about our Wednesdays of ice cream that you seem to skip now” you replied a little angry now

“Busy”

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo stop it, I know you since we were 7, and I know you are not fine, and it’s okey not being fine sometimes” you said now hugging him

“It’s just too much for me right now, I feel like my life doesn’t matter anymore, I feel lost” he cried

“You’re going to be fine, let me care for you ”

2023

I feel electric, baby

So electric, baby

Wanna let you know, let you know

I think I'm ready, baby

I think I'm ready, now

It was the Australia GP and you decided to go see it with Daniel, that night at the hotel he started to feel better, it has been a tough way, but now he was the third driver of Red Bull Racing, and he had enough time for Wednesdays of Ice cream.

“Hey Seb, how retiring treating you?”

“Very good, where is your lovebird?”

“Not my lovebird”

“Come on y/n, you two are bound to one another, you always have been, and I know he feels the same”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think he feels the same way” you replied

“Who? Daniel?” said Hanna joining the conversation “he is a fool for you”

“Yep but y/n says he is not” Seb said telling his wife the context

“I even thought you were dating, there is no way he doesn’t” she said

“Yeah, well he doesn’t” you said

Max has won the Australia GP, and you’re at the hotel getting ready for the party when you heard a knock.

“Hi Dan” you said opening the door

“So I heard Lewis want to ask you out” he says while entering to the room.

What? Lewis? I mean he was cute, well hot, but you were more into a certain Australian “Really? Who you kn..” you couldn’t finish because you feel his lips against you.

“Before you said anything I just want you to know I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at that Wednesday when we went to eat ice cream, and you order vanilla, and ever since that day I have hidden my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you, but now I heard Lewis want to ask you out, so I have to risk now because I know him, and I know that if you say yes to that date I will lose you forever so here I’m telling you everything and hoping you feel the same way y/n” he lower his head as he finishes saying that, not wanting to look your reaction but instead of a push he feels your lips again.

“That means you like me too?”

“Of course you fool”

He started to smile, grab your hand and run while yelled “Come on, let’s grab some ice cream to commemorate this moment”

#daniel ricciardo imagine #danny ric #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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Memories Hold Me Hostage

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: break ups, lots of pining, little bit of jealously, lots of flashbacks, mentions of alcohol and the consumption of, being drunk, heartbreak all around, mopey Daniel for the win tbh

Word Count: 5.0k

Author’s Note: If your name is Alyssa, sorry ?? just pick a different name LMAO // the current parts take place between the Australian 2022 GP to the Imola GP 2022 // inspired by Glimpse Of Us by Joji

***flashbacks in italics and dated!!!***

Part Two: Nothing Ever Changes

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Sunday the 10th, Australia, 2022.

The hair colour caught his eye - that can’t be right, his eyes were deceiving him.

She quit her job. She moved. She ran away from everything that reminded her of him.

And yet, she stood down the pit line from him, a green t-shirt clinging to her body and the camera hung around her neck, a smile reaching from one ear to the other as a giggle slipped past her lips.

The love of Daniel’s life was all but a few feet away and he couldn’t bring himself to move.

You wanted nothing to do with him.

You avoided Daniel like the plague, keeping him at a hundred mile distance as often as possible. You weren't even supposed to be here.

Moving to London was the best decision you could have made after the two of you broke up and now you stood in front of the Aston Martin garage in your green shirt and your camera around your neck.

Sebastian had begged you to take the job, claiming that no one else did it like you did.

The need for a job wasn't what brought you back to Melbourne.

He was - the man who you knew was standing all but 50 feet away from you. His laugh carried across the noisy pit line, hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“You alright ?” Sebastian called, pulling you back to reality.

“Let’s get some of you and Lance, yeah?” You followed the man into the garage, watching as he and Lance situate themselves in front of the car, one on each wheel.

Your heart pangs in your chest, reminding you of all those years ago.

Australia, 2014.

“Would you two quit that?!” You shout at the two of them. Daniel chased Sebastian through the garage with a screwdriver and Sebastian was hiding behind you and you were now stuck between the two drivers.

“Move please.” Daniel smiled at you, hoping you’d listen.

“We have 30 minutes before the press conference. I’d like to get some half decent pictures of you,” you take the screwdriver from him, handing it off to a mechanic, “so please, for the love of god, would you listen to me?”

“I’ll behave if you give me a kiss,” the Aussie smiles, puckering his lips.

You glance around the busy garage, no one in particular paying any attention to the two of you. You lean forward, giving him a peck on the lips before pushing him towards the car.

Sebastian taps your shoulder, making you turn. “Do I get a kiss too?” he teased, puckering up his own lips.

You laughed, Sebastian loved to tease the two of you seeing that he was the only one that knew you and Daniel were dating.

“Of course baby, c’mere.” You lean towards Seb and he leans in too, you move your head and press a kiss to his cheek. He chuckles, walking over to the car before leaning back into one of the wheels.

“Jealous Danny?” Seb looked over at his teammate and Daniel shrugged.

“No, because I know who she’s coming home with later tonight.” He winks at you.

“Gross.” You say, holding up the camera as they smiled.

“Lance, smile, would you?” You call out to the younger man who gives you a fake grin to please you.

After a few photos of the drivers in green, Seb comes over to see a few that you had taken. “I promise, he’s not always so grumpy. He’s got a hangover.” He says, leaning over your shoulder to see the pictures on the screen.

“Working with you now is so different,” you click through the pictures, “nothing like when you and Dan-” you stop yourself and Seb senses the change in tone, giving your arm a squeeze.

“I know but if you can’t do this-” “No, no. I’m fine Seb, I promise.”

“Whatever you say, y/n. Are you heading out now?” He asks and you nod.

“I’ll give you a ride, come on.” Sebastian says, linking his arm with yours as he pulls you down the paddock with him, headed in the direction of the parking lot.

Daniel’s eyes caught you as you passed by, the same smile on your face but worn out and tired; it hurts his heart to see you like that.

Alyssa nudged Daniel, “what are you staring at ?” His girlfriend asked him and he shook his head.

“I’m not staring, babe.” He tells her, the nickname sounds foreign on his tongue.

Daniel was done for the day, he and Alyssa would be heading back to his place for the night. The perks of racing in Australia was that he could sleep in his own bed until he had to leave again. The current downside of being home is that the fact that Alyssa’s stuff is everywhere. She was in the process of moving into his place and she hasn't fully unpacked yet. So when they got in, he offered to move some boxes out of the closet to make space for her things.

It’s been almost 2 years since you two broke up and he started seeing Alyssa some time after you moved to London. Maybe, 7 or 8 months after you left.

He hasn't changed much since you left; all of the decor you had picked out was still there, the way you organized things and left them was exactly how it was. The only thing that was different was the fact that there aren't any photos of you or the two of you together. In all honesty, Daniel left the photo of the two of you above his bed there for a year after you two broke up. It wasn't until he was sure that Alyssa was coming over for the first time that he took it down.

The boxes in the closet get pulled out one by one, stacked in the corner of his room before he can move them downstairs into the basement. He finds one that’s got your handwriting scribbled across it.

Albums, 2014 - 2020.

Daniel unfolded the flaps and peeked into it. This wasn't his stuff. He didn't keep photo albums. It had to be yours that you forgot or left. There's at least 6 albums in the box, all different colours and different things stuck on the front of them. The binds of the albums have the years on them, ranging from 2014-2020 and Daniel pulls out the first one marked for 2014.

The album was thick, the blue cover slightly faded from its time in the box and the red writing on the front read; Daniel Riccardo and Y/n L/n- Red Bull Racing: 2014-2018.

He goes through the photos, the album broken down into 2 sections. The first half of it were travel photos; Daniel at the airport, you two smiling with whipped cream moustaches. The two of you had a tradition where you’d have hot chocolate with whipped cream before every flight hence the moustaches. The next half of the pages were pictures from when you two went touring through the cities you stopped in or pictures from dinners and dates you went on.

There’s another album but it’s only got his name and the same years jotted down on the front. The blue cover faded like the other but this has got a red bull insignia drawn on the bottom left corner.

Daniel fingers brush over the drawing, his heart sinking a little more.

Opening the album, he finds photos of the crew and his car, your handwriting on the pages, naming every single person in each of the photos. That was the thing about you, you knew everyone in that garage and you treated them all like family. Alyssa probably didn’t even know his engineer's name.

The first few pages go through his years at Red Bull; the crew, him and Seb, his cars, the change in partners to him and Max. There’s a few of them goofing off, getting ready for their races or just him in his car. There were so many shots of him in his car or him talking to the crew or getting ready in the album that he didn’t even know you took.

He was your muse; you loved to photograph Daniel. He was gorgeous and he looked even better candid.

The following section was of his podiums; 29 podiums and 5 first places. All of the labels from the champagne bottles stuck on the pages along with a photo to accompany them. There’s even a photo of you peeling a label off of the bottle and another one besides that of the two of you, your lips on his cheek that he remembers taking.

The handwriting under the picture reads; an artist at work, photographed by DR3.

His heart clenches at the memory, pulling him back to his win in Monaco.

Monaco, 2018.

You sat on the floor of his driver’s room, the bottle of champagne tucked between your thighs and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in concentration. You were picking at the label glued to the bottle.

“Hey! Why’re you ruining my bottle?” Daniel asks, shutting the door to the room.

You rolled your eyes, you knew the bottle would be tossed by the end of the night and that he wouldn’t even blink an eye. “I need it for something.” You tell the driver, carefully lifting the edge you picked at.

Daniel’s brows furrowed, not bothering to ask more questions. He unzips his race suit, pulling it down to his waist before noticing your camera on the table. He wipes his hands dry knowing you’d kill him for getting it all sticky with champagne. Daniel picks up the camera and waves his hand in front of your face, catching your attention.

“What’re you doing?” you ask him.

Daniel holds up the camera, “smile!” he grins at you, his smile infectious enough to get you smiling. You even hold the bottle up for him, making him laugh.

The driver takes a seat on the floor next to you, one of his arms slung over your shoulder as he pulls you into his side. Daniel turns the camera so the lens is facing you. You lean into Daniel, kissing his cheek when the camera flashes.

“What’s that?” Alyssa’s voice startled him. He shuts the album and puts it back into the box.

“Just some old books.” He lies, “need help bringing your stuff up?”

“Yeah, just the boxes downstairs. Thanks.” She smiles at him as he walks out the room. Something urges her to check what the books were because the smile on his face told her otherwise. Alyssa flips through the books, finding out that they were photo albums from his time at Red Bull. Photos of him and a woman in a lot of them.

Daniel comes upstairs, setting a box down to find Alyssa with her back turned and an album in her hands. “Who’s this?” She turns the album to face him, pointing you out from photos.

“An old friend. She used to work at Red Bull with us.” It wasn't a lie, you did work at Red Bull.

Alyssa shuts the album, setting it into the box again. “Okay.”

Daniel’s glad she doesn’t press him on it but he makes a mental note to put the boxes in the basement.

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Monday the 11th, Australia, 2022.

The house was quiet and the bed empty when he woke up. There’s a smell lingering in the air and the bedroom door was cracked open, the faint sound of humming pulling him out of the bed to find the source.

After brushing his teeth, the humming coming from the kitchen caused him to shuffle his way down the stairs to find Alyssa in there. Her back turned to him while she hummed along to the music. There’s a black t-shirt hanging off her body, yellow along one of the sleeves and white writing covering the fabric.

He recognized it.

One of his Renault shirts.

His heart pulls at the sight. “Good morning.” he says softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turns to face him with a smile, “hey you, how’d you sleep?” she asks him, pouring some coffee into a mug. Daniel shrugs, mumbling an answer as he watches her add cream and sugar to the mug.

“Thanks,” he smiles when she slides the mug over the counter to him.

Daniel was sitting on the stool by the kitchen island, his girlfriend making breakfast for the two of them but his mind was anywhere but there.

Australia, 2019

Humming woke him up. That, and the faint smell of something burning. Daniel didn’t even bother to check if you were in bed, jumping up and running down to the kitchen.

Imagine his relief when he sees you in the kitchen. “What happened?” He asks, letting out a breath.

“Oh good morning to you too,” you roll your eyes playfully, walking to the backdoor with a plate. Daniel walks over to the stool, sitting on it before turning his attention to you.

The backdoor from the kitchen led onto the patio which went into the backyard of his house. You were crouched down, breaking pieces of burnt toast and tossing it into the yard.

Daniel’s brows furrowed, you were always up to something.

It's like you could read his mind when you walked back in, shutting the door behind you. “The toast was burnt and I didn’t wanna throw it out. So I figured the birds would make use of it; don’t worry I ripped it into small enough pieces that they won’t choke.”

“How gracious of you, Mother Nature.” he smiles, propping his chin on the palm of his hand.

You flip him off with a smile, setting the plate in the sink before putting two new pieces of bread into the toaster. “Is that my shirt ?” he asks, noticing the yellow and black t-shirt you had on.

“Is there a 3 on the back ?” you ask, pouring coffee into a mug.

He nods when you hand the mug over to him, “then it's yours.” You turn your attention back to the eggs that were sitting on the counter, cracking them into a bowl before whisking them.

Sure, being a Formula One driver is exciting and winning a Grand Prix is even better but this? Nothing beat this if you asked him. Daniel loved mornings like this; domestic and wholesome.

He could stay in this moment forever.

He often wondered how Sebastian did it. Daniel used to tease him when he gushed about what an amazing woman Hanna is, which she was, but Daniel could have never imagined feeling that way about someone.

Then you walked into the paddock and it was game over. The first day he saw you, he threw that mentality out the window.

Now you were standing in the kitchen of your place together, cooking breakfast for the two of you while wearing his clothes. It didn’t get better than this.

He got up, walking over to you while you shuffled the eggs around in the pan. Daniel hugged you from behind, holding you close to him while he slid his cold hands under your shirt.

“Dan!” You squealed, pushing him away. He laughed, the grin on his face warming your heart.

He resumes his previous position, hugging you from behind but his hands over your shirt this time. Daniel rests his chin on your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

The memory of the two of you makes him chuckle. Reminders of you lingered everywhere; his memories, his house, his heart.

Everything comes back to you.

“Are you okay?” Alyssa’s voice brings him back to reality.

Daniel blinks a few times, shaking the thought of you away from his mind. “Yeah, why?”

“You started chuckling by yourself out of nowhere.” She has a confused look on her face, unsure as to what’s so funny.

“Just remembered a dream.”

Please don’t ask.

“What about?” The words leave her mouth.

Shit.

“Oh uh.. Max tripped over a rock and then Lando was laughing at him only for him to trip over the same rock.” he fibbed, the first random thought coming to his head.

Please fall for it.

“Huh, funny.” She gives him a small smile before turning her attention to the pancakes.

Hook, line and sinker.

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Wednesday the 13th, Australia, 2022.

Daniel’s downstairs, searching for his car keys. Alyssa was getting ready and should be coming down any minute. The two of them are heading out for dinner for their anniversary.

“Have you seen my keys?!” He shouts from the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah! I’ll bring them down!” She shouts back to him.

Daniel’s walking around, switching off the unused lights, unplugging the kettle and the toaster; habits which he picked up from you.

He’s by the door, his back facing the staircase as he checks the time on his watch. He can hear the heels clicking on the wooden stairs and he glances in the direction of the noise.

Daniel thought he was losing his mind, blinking a few times before looking back over. The blue dress and the curled hair, the car keys hung on her fingers as she carefully made her way down the stairs.

It’s just some freaky coincidence.

Spain, 2019.

Somehow Daniel had convinced you to actually do something for your anniversary that year. You had flown to Spain a few days before the race so you'd have time to relax and unwind before everyone else arrived.

He had gone as far as renting a place for the week so you two would have the time and space away from everyone.

“You forgot the keys, Dan.” You call out to your boyfriend, the keyring hanging off your finger as you walk down the stairs.

Daniel turns to face you, a smile on his face when he sees you. “Blue’s always been your colour.” He says, admiring the blue dress you had on. Your hair was curled and your heels in your other hand as you walk over to him.

“I know.” you smile, giving him a kiss.

Daniel takes the car keys from you when you return to the stairs, sitting on the step to put your heels on. His hand is stretched out to you to help you up and when you stand, he grins.

“Woah.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.

“Woah, yourself.” You laughed.

Daniel pats his chest and his thighs, searching for his phone. “Okay, don’t move.” He holds his phone up, taking a photo of you. You even strike a pose for him, blowing him a kiss.

He makes a mental note to change the lock screen of his phone.

You make your way over to him, straightening his tie. “You never quite got the concept of fixing your tie, hm?” You brush down his torso, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Daniel shrugs, leaning in to kiss you. You smile against his lips before pulling away. He’s about to walk down the door when you grab his hand, pulling him back to you.

“What would the paparazzi say if they saw you with lipstick all over you?” You tease, brushing your thumb over his lips to wipe away the red.

“That I love my girlfriend.” he smiles, kissing you once again.

“You look beautiful.” He smiles at Alyssa. “Thank you, you look nice too.” She hands the car keys over to him before picking up her purse.

“Your tie is crooked.” She calls to him and he lifts his chin for her to fix it but she walks off instead, out the door and towards the driveway. Daniel looks at the woman outside before glancing in the mirror to straighten his tie, brushing a hand over the wrinkles on his shirt.

Everyday he finds you in her and then, it disappears.

She’s not you.

She’ll never be you.

He needed to stop looking for you in her.

You’ve moved on and so has he.

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Saturday the 16th, Australia, 2022.

Micheal pounds on the front door with one hand, the other holding onto a very drunk Daniel. It’s half past one in the morning and Alyssa is grumbling to herself about why Daniel is knocking and not opening the door.

“Where are your keys- oh my god.” She stops, looking at Daniel who's clinging onto Micheal for dear life.

Michael gives her a sympathetic smile before he helps Daniel to the couch.

“What happened ?” she crouches in front of Daniel, looking over at Micheal. “He had a little too much to drink, I didn’t think letting him come home by himself in an Uber was smart.” He tells her.

She nods, “no of course. Thank you Micheal.”

Daniel blinks a few times, eyes adjusting to the light Alyssa had switched on. “Baby,” he reaches out, his hand brushing her cheek. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the room goes silent.

You could hear a pin, no, a feather drop how quiet it was.

“It’s Alyssa.” She looks at the man on the couch, her hand resting on his.

Daniel’s brows furrow, “no, no.” He shakes his head, sitting up a little too quick. The room starts to spin and he closes his eyes, leaning back into the couch cushions. Micheal walks towards the couch, not wanting to overstep but he wants to remind Daniel that you aren't there.

“Dan, mate. Y/n’s not here.” he says to the driver, Daniel’s confused now.

“Well where is she?” he asks, eyes still closed. “It's lat- it’s dark outside. She’s supposed to be home.” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

Micheal can see how confused Alyssa was but also how flustered Daniel was. Alyssa looks between Daniel and Micheal, turning to Micheal for an answer.

“Who’s y/n?” her voice breaks the silence.

Daniel’s still pouting, “where’s y/n? I want y/n.” he looks at Micheal. “Where is she? Did she forget to tell me she was going out?” Daniel asks his friend.

Drunk minds speak sober words and Daniel had been missing you a lot, even more so since seeing you at the paddock.

Alyssa tries once more to get Daniel to come with her, “let’s get you changed okay? I’ll get you some water.” She’s holding his hand, going to help him up when he pulls his hand away.

“Where is y/n?” he asks for what feels like the millionth time.

Micheal nudges Alyssa, signalling for her to follow him to the kitchen and she does. “Okay listen, he's not gonna shut up until he sees her, so if it's okay with you and to avoid more of a tantrum, I’m gonna call her.”

Alyssa hesitates, “is this really the best plan ? He’s drunk, he’ll sleep it off.”

“Trust me, he won’t.”

Alyssa might not have noticed the way Daniel looked at you when he saw you at the paddock but Micheal did. He knows even though it was Daniel who ended things between you, Daniel regretted it from that very moment.

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The phone rings. It’s quarter to 2 in the morning and no one calling at this time ever had good news.

Micheal’s name flashes across the screen and your heart stops. He hadn't called you in almost 2 years. Why is he calling on a random Saturday at 2 in the morning.

You pick up. “Hello?”

“Y/n? Oh good, you have the same number. Can you swing by Daniel’s ? He’s asking for you.” Micheal rambles out in one breath.

“Daniel’s.. asking for me? Is he okay?” you’re already out of bed, pulling on your sweater and searching for your car keys.

“Yeah no, I guess? I don’t know. He said he wants you here, just please.. hurry up.” He says before hanging up.

The route to Daniel’s place engraved in your mind, you were there in 10 minutes tops. You knock on the door and when no one answers, you dig through the bunch of keys you had to find the one for his place. Just as you were about to slide it into the lock, someone opens the door.

“Hi,” the woman says, looking at you. You looked a mess to say the least. Your hair tossed into something resembling a ponytail, a bright green Aston Martin sweater and some shorts.

“Hi. I uh- Micheal called me.” you explain, unsure if you were at the right place. You peeked behind her to see the big photo of Daniel and his cars on the wall. The same photo you took.

“Oh.” She looks you up and down. “You must be y/n.”

“I am.”

“Y/n!” You see Micheal appear from the kitchen. “Come in, he’s on the couch.” Micheal walks into the living room and you glance at the woman in the doorway, before she steps aside and lets you in.

Alyssa’s all but a few steps behind you, her eyes burning into you when you crouch in front of the couch. She recognized you from somewhere, her mind trying to figure it out.

The woman in the photo album.

Why was Daniel asking for you? You don’t ask for an old friend when you’re drunk unless you were- you were his ex-girlfriend.

Daniel’s half asleep, his curls flattened to his forehead and his eyes are closed. You brush his curls back and pat his cheek, your knuckles rubbed against his cheekbone and he leans into your touch.

There’s a slight smile on his face and he nuzzles into your hand. Even after so much time apart, he knows your touch instantly; it's warm and loving unlike Alyssa’s.

“You’re home.” He whispers, the words hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You hum, “I’m here.”

You can’t bring yourself to call it home again.

“Come on,” you pull him up, his arm wrapping around your torso as you slowly walk him away from the couch. “Let’s get you into bed, you need to change.” You tell him, the tension from Alyssa’s end of the room making you want to throw up.

“Why?” he pouts, one hand on you and the other on the railing. “Because you smell like a brewery.” You pat his back, an arm around him.

Daniel flops onto the bed and you leave him there for a minute, instantly falling back into your routines. You search for a change of clothes for him, the left side of the dresser was his and right side of it was your- Alyssa’s.

Pulling the drawer open, you pause. The memories flood back in as you look down at the neatly packed shirts.

Australia, 2015.

“You can’t have underwear in the top drawer!” You toss the boxers back at him.

“Why not? That’s the first thing I put on, it's only logical. Underwear, pants, shirts.” Daniel says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You had been rearranging the bedroom all day, your stuff finally finding their place into the drawers after moving in. “It goes shirts, pants and then underwear.” You sit on the floor and open the bottom drawer.

“You just like it in that order so you can look at my ass when I bend down to get it.” He nods to himself, smiling.

“Weirdo.” You shook your head, tossing all of his boxers into the drawer.

Daniel moves to the floor, dropping his head onto your lap. “Hi.” he smiles up at you.

“Hi Daniel.”

“You’re pretty.”

“Thank you, Daniel.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

“No Daniel, I need to finish packing. Your parents are coming for dinner tomorrow.”

Daniel pouts, puckering up his lips in hopes that he’ll get lucky. You bite back a smile, hoping he’ll catch the hint and he doesn’t. You lean down and kiss him before turning your attention back to the clothes in the drawer.

One kiss wasn't enough, he manages to get you on your back before he pins you under him. “Daniel!” you scold him like he was a child; he acted like one sometimes so it wasn't much of a stretch.

“Y/n!” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again then back up then down to kiss you once more.

You realize what he’s doing when you look at his arms; pushups.

“You’re a dork.” You mumble between kisses.

You forego the shirt and pull the second drawer open to get some shorts for him. Daniel was laying on his stomach when you rolled him over and pull on his arm to sit him up. It wasn’t hard to get him out of his clothes, wiggling the jeans off and somehow shimmying him back onto the shorts before you unbutton the shirt.

Tossing a thin sheet over him, you get the trash can from the bathroom and set it on the floor next to the bed in case he needs to puke.

You sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your fingers through his curls. Your heart can’t help but sink when you face the fact that you have to leave him here and go home.

Home.

This was your home.

Not the house but him.

Daniel was your home.

You cup his cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. A simple gesture that said the thousands of words running through your head right now.

Daniel turns his head, whispering into the palm of your hand. “I love you.” He kisses your hand.

No. He didn’t say it.

He’s drunk.

He doesn’t love you.

Daniel opens his eyes, looking at you. Big brown eyes staring right at you and you can’t run away now.

“I love you, y/n.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding at him. “Me too.” you whisper, unable to say the words because the minute you do, it's real.

It’s the same spiral you fall into.

Loving him until it hurts only for you to get hurt.

This wasn't love.

Memories carried love and memories held you hostage.

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Part Two: Nothing Ever Changes

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Ferrari post race celebration - F1 Australia GP 2024

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One Papaya For Me Please - Daniel Ricciardo (Part 2)

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Pairing: Reader x Daniel Ricciardo , OFC x Daniel Ricciardo

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Warnings: smut, language, angst, fluff - we've got it all!

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: After the events last season, Poppy and Daniel agreed to just be friends. As George Russell's race engineer, Poppy wasn't ready to jump into a relationship, especially not with a McLaren driver. But after a lovely weekend in Australia with Daniel's family, the line between friends and lovers begins to blur. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being more than friends with Daniel?

Word Count: 9300 words [because I have a problem]

AN: Hi Anon - Thanks for requesting! I decided to make this a part two of a Danny "one shot" I did! I loved that couple, and this seemed like a fun idea! Took a little liberty on this request, but I hope you still enjoy it!

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The 2022 season had been phenomenal; George had won his second championship, and as his race engineer, we were becoming an unstoppable team. While I had received countless offers from other teams to leave Mercedes - many offering me senior level engineering positions and raises beyond my wildest dreams, I couldn’t find myself able to leave the team who had given me first race engineering job – or George. George had offered me the position of a lifetime to be his race engineer at the young age of 27, and I knew we had more work to do – more championships to win.

Still, I had come close to leaving Mercedes when McLaren came in with a deal almost too good to pass up – a chance to be their number 3 engineer, to sit at the head panel with Zak during races and observe both cars. Instead of being a dedicated race engineer to one driver, I’d help further develop the McLaren car concept. It would be a dream position, but something stopped me.

More like someone.

After my date with Daniel Ricciardo at the Monaco Grand Prix driver’s dinner, Daniel and I had decided to remain just friends. I could tell that he was disappointed in my decision; Daniel had done his best to be very convincing that night, but my mind was set. The life of an F1 driver’s girlfriend was tough; not something I felt I was cut out for. They were constantly analyzed, constantly evaluated against one another. I didn’t want to throw myself into the mix; being compared against a bunch of beautiful models seemed like a complete dead end to my self-esteem.

So, I told Daniel I wanted to just be his friends – it was a lie, but I knew it was the right thing to do. When McLaren came sniffing around, offering me the job, I couldn’t say yes. The idea of working with Daniel Ricciardo day in and day out was too much for me to bare. When Daniel heard about my offer from McLaren, he begged me to take it.

While Daniel had, once again, been pretty convincing after the 2022 Belgium GP, I declined McLaren’s offer the next day, much to Daniel’s disappointment. Ever since that night, I felt like our friendship had taken a bit of a left turn, which I suppose I should have expected. Daniel and I had now slept together twice – not exactly something you do with someone you want to be just friends with. We were friendly at races and parties, it was impossible not to be with Daniel, but I could feel the unspoken tension between us – the awkwardness.

As the 2023 season had begun, Daniel and I hadn’t spoken much. I suppose it made sense; we had agreed we would be friends, but the reality was, we weren’t really friends before we slept together, so there wasn’t much of a friendship to go back to. We texted occasionally, mostly him reaching out to me, asking how I was doing, but as the races in the 2023 season went on, the texts became less frequent, almost stopping entirely after the third race.

The fifth race of the season was Silverstone, and after a strong showing from Mercedes, George had managed to finish P2, just a fraction behind Charles Leclerc who had managed to squeak out P1. Silverstone was always one of the highlights of the season, especially for George Russell as a British driver. Most of the drivers stayed in the UK that Sunday, and the entire grid went out that night to a party hosted by one of the drivers. This year’s party was hosted by Lando at a club close by.

I was exhausted after the race, and truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to crash in my hotel room with a bottle of red wine and a plethora of cookies – but George and Carmen were having none of that, insisting that I join them at the Silverstone party. After a lot of begging – and more importantly, a ton of champagne – I begrudgingly said yes. Carmen came into my room about an hour before we had to go, another bottle of champagne in hand, and handed me a beautiful red dress, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively.

“Wear this,” Carmen demanded, “You’ll be sure to turn heads.” Carmen winked at me as she threw the dress at my shocked face. I didn’t usually wear dresses this revealing to F1 parties, especially not red ones. Unless you worked for Ferrari, red was an unspoken ‘off limits’ color. Still, I tried the dress on and as much as I hated to admit it, I looked fabulous in the red dress.

Fuck it. I hadn’t felt this sexy in a while.

As Carmen and I left the room we were getting ready in, I saw George and Carlos walk out of George’s room. The boys had been drinking beers in George’s room while we got ready in my room which was conveniently across the hall from George’s. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw Carlos’ eyes rake over my body, and I internally smirked a bit. Was this Carmen’s plan?

I knew Carmen had noticed Carlos’ expression, because she wiggled her eyebrows behind me when I turned to her, to which I just rolled my eyes in response. If Carmen thought I was going to sleep with another driver, she was out of her mind. I learned my lesson after Danny Ricciardo – drivers were off limits.

The group of us arrived at the Silverstone party just after 10pm, around the same time many of the other drivers, girlfriends and their friends arrived. Once we got there, Carlos, George, Carmen and I headed straight to the bar, ordering a few more glasses of champagne, before we ventured to a table in the corner, sitting down and chatting about the weekend.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a familiar face – Daniel and Lando had arrived, Luisa trotting shortly behind Lando, happily chatting to another woman that I didn’t recognize. After a few more moments, I saw the girl I didn’t recognize lean her head onto Daniel’s back, giving him a small snuggle, as he ordered drinks for his group at the bar. I knew it was silly how much my heart sank when I saw the woman with Daniel, chatting away to Luisa. I couldn’t expect Daniel to stay single forever. I had my chance, and I turned it down – for good reasons.

Everything within me was hoping that Daniel and Lando wouldn’t see us sitting in the back corner, but as per usual, the universe had other plans. As soon as Daniel and Lando had their drinks, I could see Lando make eye contact with Carlos, who was waving them over. My body immediately stiffened, which Carlos seemed to notice because he put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze, pulling me closer to him.

“Come on Poppy, just because they work for McLaren, doesn’t mean you have to ignore them,” Carlos teased. Everyone in the paddock was aware of my McLaren job offer – Zak was about as subtle as the “b” in the word when it came to making McLaren’s intentions known.

I just rolled my eyes in response and motioned for him to scoot over. Carlos did so, but left his arm around my shoulders as we moved, making way for the other couples. Daniel immediately saw me and smiled, before letting his smile falter as his eyes move to Carlos’ arm around my shoulder. Carlos and I were just friends, but I could see why this looked incredibly off to Daniel. I’d made a huge deal about not wanting to date a driver, and yet here I was wearing red, all snuggled up with Carlos Sainz at a post-race party.

Still, sitting there watching Daniel with whatever-her-name-was wasn’t fun either.

Daniel slid into the booth first, sitting right next to me. He flashed me his famous Danny Ric smile before getting comfortable in the booth. Daniel and Lando had purchased a few extra bottles of champagne, and without even asking, Daniel was already filling up my glass.

“So, Poppy, you and George look like an absolute firecracker out there,” Lando commented, cooly sipping his champagne as he snuggled in a bit more with Luisa.

“It’s all her, mate,” George responded, giving me a wink and a high five, which I promptly returned across the table. “Dream team!”

“Soon we’ll make Bono and Lewis look like amateurs,” I quipped, earning me a chuckle from Carlos who was still sitting next to me, his arm still draped around my shoulders.

“Your confidence is inspiring. Although after rejecting that offer McLaren gave you, I think we’re all wondering what dirt George had on you.” Daniel said the words with jest in his tone, but I could sense the underlying meaning – the hint at me saying no to the offer.

I could see Daniel’s eyes flicker between me and Carlos for a moment, before he returned his gaze back to his drink. I knew Daniel had said his comment with the goal of getting slightly under my nerves, but today was a good day – and I was going to take the highroad. Which, if I was being honest, wasn’t as satisfactory as taking the petty road, but I figured it was worth a try.

“I feel like I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, papaya just isn’t my color. We can’t all pull it off like you and Lando.”

“I’d say red is your color, cariño,” Carlos butted in, a twinkle in his eye as he looked me up and down in my red dress. I knew I was blushing, as much as I was trying not to. “Feel free to come to Ferrari whenever you want to work with a real champion.”

“Oh, is Charles hiring a new race engineer?” Carlos rolled his eyes and gave my cheeks a light pinch as I said the teasing words, causing the entire group to laugh.

The conversation flowed a bit more, all of us chatting on about the race today before the conversation moved to the golf plans Lando, Carlos and George had tomorrow. As they continued to get more excited discussing their new golf find, Daniel turned to me, pouring me a bit more champagne.

“I’m good Danny,” I said choking, on the champing as it went down. “Any more and I’ll be tempted to start dancing on top of this table.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Danny laughed, still trying to pour a little more champagne into my glass as I pulled it away, sticking my tongue out at him. Daniel leaned down a little closer, whispering, “I like the Poppy who makes bad decisions. She somehow always ends up in my bed.”

Before I could retort something back to Daniel, I saw whatever-her-name-was lean in to say something to Daniel; her face didn’t look amused. Danny went back to chatting with her, turning his back towards me.

I felt a small sense of satisfaction at her jealousy as I turned back to Carlos, George and Carmen, joining in their new conversation.

Toronto GP – Danny POV

Seeing Poppy that night stirred something inside of me. I know we had agreed to be just friends, something I hated all together, but I couldn’t say no to her. I’d rather have her as a friend than not at all. But as I saw her sitting there with Carlos, I let my jealousy get the best of me.

Why was Carlos worthy of her attention? Why had I not been worthy enough?

In truth I didn’t know if they were actually dating. They’d sat together all night, but Carlos hadn’t actually made a move on her besides resting his arm around her shoulder. I knew Carlos was a touchy-feely sort of person, so it was possible they weren’t dating – although why would she be wearing a red dress if she wasn’t interested in Carlos?

My mind was working a million miles a minute; I didn’t even see Lando come up to me, waving his hand in my face, trying to get my attention.

“Mate – you good there?” Lando asked.

I nodded a confirmation, but said nothing, still deep in thought. George was standing next to Lando, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” I heard George comment. As I looked up towards him, I quirked my eyebrows in question, not entirely sure why he had said that. Lando just laughed.

“You being deep in thought got anything to do with why Alana didn’t come this weekend?” Lando asked. Alana had been the girl I was sort of seeing. It was a casual thing; Luisa had introduced us. But apparently after last weekend in Silverstone, Alana decided I still had a thing for Poppy and called our relationship quits.

Honestly, I was relieved. I’d told her she was wrong, but we both knew I was lying.

“We broke things off.”

“Sorry to hear that, Dan.” George looked at me, as if he was expecting a reason as to why Alana and I had called our relationship quits, but how could I tell him ‘oh it’s because I’m actually sort of in love with your race engineer that I had McLaren try and steal from you?’

“Thanks, yeah it’s fine, it was a casual thing anyway.”

Lando could tell that I didn’t want to continue discussing it so he turned to George, changing the topic of conversation. “So… anything between Carlos and Poppy? I noticed they were a little snuggly last weekend.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to slap Lando or thank him for bringing this up – a little bit of both, if I was being honest. I desperately both wanted and didn’t want to know the answer to Lando’s question.

It really depended on the answer.

“Poppy and Carlos?” George laughed, a look of disbelief in his eyes. “Carlos wishes – not a chance from her, mate. You know Carlos, he’s a snuggly kind of guy and they were both drunk, but she ended coming back to our hotel room and eating pizza until 3am, falling asleep on Carmen and I’s couch. She and Carmen were so drunk, I had to get a late check out and change our leaving time.”

I felt a sudden wave of relief come over me, which I tried not to show on my face. Lando, however, picked up on it as he looked at me questioningly. I just nodded my head slightly behind George, signaling for Lando not to say anything.

“Ah, well bummer for Carlos then,” Lando joked. “You think she’s just not into dating drivers?” I gave Lando a harsh look, silently pleading for him to quit while he was ahead. George knew that Poppy and I had slept together, I mean he’d help set it up, clearly hoping it would turn into something more. When it didn’t, I made sure there was no hard feelings between us; George was incredibly protective of Poppy, and I hadn’t been entirely sure what she had told him.

Fortunately for me, she put the blame on herself, and George and I had resumed our friendship, pretending like I hadn’t slept with his race engineer.

George shifted slightly uncomfortably. Clearly he was remembering situation with Poppy and I last year. “She’s a private person,” was all George managed to say back, before excusing himself from the conversation, claiming that Poppy was demanding he come back for a review of the FP1 set up.

As George walked away, I slapped Lando on the shoulder. “Why so curious about her dating life all of a sudden?” I demanded.

“Why are you sitting here day-dreaming of Poppy instead of fighting for the woman you clearly still have a thing for?” Lando retorted. I hated when people answered questions with questions, but deep down I knew he had a point. I hadn’t really fought for Poppy last year; I was too scared of losing her as a friend.

“She said she wanted to be friends. I’m going to respect that.”

“Did you ask why?” Lando just stared at me blanking, already knowing the answer to his question.

I hadn’t asked why. I was too scared of the answer, too scared of the rejection, of being told I wasn’t good enough. Last year had been tough with the McLaren car, and this year was proving just as bad. I didn’t need another thing going wrong in my life, so I never asked, even though I deeply wanted to know why.

“Look, Dan, it’s none of my business, but if it was me, I’d be trying to figure out why and then attempting to fix it. I saw you guys last year – you looked like a lot more than friends every time you hung out, that’s all I’m saying.” Lando gave me a small smile and patted my shoulder before walking back to the McLaren garage, leaving me standing alone in the paddock.

I started to walk towards the McLaren garage, only to see Poppy, hands full of binders and papers, walking quickly towards the Mercedes garage. I went to call out to her, but before I could, I saw her trip over her untied laces, sending her falling face first onto the concrete. I ran over to her, pulling her up slightly, checking her face for cuts which fortunately there were none.

Poppy quickly bent down to pick up the binders and papers before they blew away. As she regained her posture, she lifted her head and gave me a shy smile and a nod. “Thanks, Dan – wow that could have been bad.” She shoved the binders and various folders into her briefcase.

“Glad you’re alright.” Poppy gave me another smile and quietly thanked me again as we both stared at each other. Why did this feel so awkward?

“You, umm, wanna grab a coffee or you got somewhere to be in a rush?” I asked, motioning to her briefcase stuffed full of papers.

Poppy let out a small huff, but then unexpected nodded her head yes, much to my surprise. “Sure – coffee would be great.”

We walked to the nearest F1 coffee stand and each ordered a coffee, before sitting down at one of the little two top tables.

“How are you feeling about Toronto?” Poppy asked finally.

“You know, the breaks are a little rough still – but the car does feel better this year. I have some hope.” I wanted it to not sound quite as sad and pathetic as it came out, but this was Poppy – I could never hide my feelings from her, and she knew as much as anyone that the car wasn’t very good.

“If anyone can work it out, it’s you.” I could feel my spirit lift a bit as she said the words. Poppy had always been so kind and thoughtful, it’s what drew me to her in the first place. We sat and chatted for another 20 minutes before Poppy said she had to leave. I was already 5 minutes late to a McLaren meeting, but coffee with her had been so lovely I didn’t care.

I didn’t want it to end.

The rest of the race weekend had been fairly uneventful. I managed to get a P7 race position which meant important points for the team. As I got out of the car, I high-fived the various mechanics and Michael before heading to my drivers room before I would be ushered to the media pen. As I looked down at my phone, I saw a text from Poppy come through.

Poppy: Good job out there. Told you if anyone could do it, you could. Xx

I smiled at the text from Poppy, my heart warming at her kind words.

Me: Thanks P. See you tonight?

Poppy: Yes, can’t NOT celebrate a Lewis race win and a double Mercedes podium – think I’d be fired!

As soon as my press duties were completed, I quickly made it back to my hotel and got changed and ready, carefully picking out an outfit for tonight. Michael had made fun of me for being so selective on my outfit, but I knew Poppy was going to be there and I wanted to look good.

“Danny – we’re over here!” I heard a voice yell out as I walked into the club. At the back of the room I spotted Poppy, George, Carmen and Carlos all sitting together again. I bristled a bit at seeing Carlos sitting next to Poppy, but reminded myself that they were just friends – just like Poppy and I were just friends.

At least this time she wasn’t wearing a stupid red dress.

“Congrats George!” I called out, plopping down next to Poppy and giving her thigh a quick squeeze. “Congrats to you, too,” I whispered a little more quietly to her, earning a bright smile from the Mercedes engineer.

“Thanks Dan – you and Lando looked good out there.” George shook my hand as a I sat down and moved the bottle of champagne over, motioning for me to take a glass and have some.

“Yeah the car is feeling better. Looking forward to Australia in two weeks. I think we might be able to place top 10, maybe even top 5.”

The conversation flowed a bit more before everyone moved to the dance floor. Carlos had taken up the opportunity to chat to one to Luisa’s friends who had brought along, so I moved in closer to Poppy, grabbing her hand. “Wanna grab a drink?”

“Sure!”

As we made our way to the bar I ordered Poppy a Chambord, a drink I knew was one of her favorites, and we went back to the booth.

“So, how are things with your family?” Poppy sat a little closer to me so she could hear the answer to her question.

“My parents are doing great as is my sister. They’re really enjoying life in Australia at the moment; it’s hard being away from them and my niece, so I can’t wait to see them next week.”

“I’m sure that’ll be lovely. It was so nice to meet them last year; they’re such lovely people,” Poppy hummed, sipping more of her drink.

I nodded in agreement, not really sure what to say. We’d agreed to be friends, but the more I looked at her, smiling away and chatting about my family, the less I wanted to be friends – the more I wanted to throw her onto the table and make her scream my name over and over again, other people be damned.

But, I didn’t – instead we kept chatting away, discussing what sight seeing she had planned in Australia this year. The conversation stayed casual and after another half hour, the rest of the group had returned, effectively ending my alone time with Poppy.

Still, it felt nice to talk to her and be around her. Maybe I could do this friends thing after all?

Poppy POV – Australia Race

After that evening in Toronto, Daniel and I had been texting more and more. It started out with a ‘hope your flight was okay’ but by that weekend, we had gone back to last year’s frequency, sending hilarious memes and random recipes that we found on the internet. I had missed this part of my friendship with Daniel. He always had something funny to say – always something uplifting. It was refreshing.

Daniel had asked if I wanted to come to Australia a little early, do a little sightseeing with his family. After first I declined because I knew the media would be all over him that week, but after Daniel sent me a hilarious sad face of his mom along with a video message from her begging me to come, I was done for. Sneaky bastard knew how to get me over early. Daniel’s mom was incredibly kind, generous and like her son, an absolute joy to be around. Whoever she ended up being mother-in-law too one day would be a lucky woman.

I arrived in Australia the Saturday before the race weekend, which gave us a few days to explore Melbourne. Danny took me to all his favorite food spots, a few art museums and a couple of lovely hikes. I had offered to get my own hotel, but Daniels’ parents would hear nothing of it. I was surprised when they offered to put me up in their house that they had rented for the week, but they were both insistent. Sometimes his parents joined us on our expeditions, but more often that not, it was just Daniel and I exploring the city together.

I was shocked – and relieved – at how little paparazzi was around. Toto knew I had gone a little early to explore, he’s even encouraged it, but Mercedes didn’t particularly want me plastered across Formula 1 gossip sites with Daniel Ricciardo.

We spent the evenings relaxing with Daniel’s family. George and Carmen arrived on the Monday, and they joined us for the dinner on Tuesday. When we broke out into groups and played charades, Daniel and I teamed up and annihilated the other teams, much to George’s annoyance.

Formula 1 drivers – so sensitive… so competitive, I giggled to myself. Of course I would never tell George that. His competitiveness was the reason I had received a big promotion and raise last year. Still, it made me laugh.

When Wednesday rolled around, I said good-bye to Daniel’s family, promising to join them for an early dinner on Friday if I could get away from the garage. Unfortunately FP1 and 2 had gone horrifically for Mercedes, so I sadly had to cancel, promising to see them in the paddock after the race on Sunday.

Once race day arrived, the paddock was buzzing with Daniel Ricciardo fans. Everywhere I turned was his face on a stick somewhere. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of papaya. As I got ready in my hotel room, I saw my phone light up with a text from Daniel.

Danny Ric: How’s it feel to be surrounded by your favorite color?

I rolled my eyes at his text. He knew I hated that color, always teasing me about it.

Me: McLaren needs a better color – feel like I am drowning in papaya over here.

Danny Ric: There’s worse ways to die. Death by papaya actually sounds pretty good to me. Btw the parents say hey – we missed you on Friday.

Me: Thanks, trust me I’d have rathered be with you guys than in the garage until 2am Saturday morning. I had to kick George out, make him go get some sleep.

Danny Ric: If anyone can get that car back together, it’s you.

I smiled at Daniel’s confidence in me, looking at my phone for a moment before contemplating what to send text.

Me: Thanks… You know it’d be easier to do if I wasn’t surrounded by Daniel Ricciardo faces everywhere.

I attached a photo of one of the faces I’ve seen people holding, Daniel’s eyes cut out so the fan could look through the cardboad cut out of his face.

Danny Ric: I would have thought being surrounded by such a handsome face all day would make it easier.

Me: One Daniel Ricciardo is more than enough…. possibly too much already ;-)

Danny Ric: How your lies hurt me!

Danny Ric: I know you secretly want more Daniel in your life.

If only Daniel knew how true that statement was. As I read that text, I typed out a response and then deleted it, only to type out another one and then delete it.

Me: Well, I can concede to one thing, the world definitely needs more Danny Ric smiles, no doubt about that. Good luck today xx

And with that I put my phone in my bag and made my way downstairs. I saw George standing by his Mercedes, waving to me; Carmen was already in the passenger seat. I hopped into the back seat and pulled out my notes, about to start running through some stats with George.

“So… how was your week with Danny?” Carmen asked. She knew full well I wanted to talk stats, but the look on George’s face said he equally wanted the answer to Carmen’s question.

“Fine.”

“That’s all you’re going to give us?” George asked dryly. I could see him roll his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“I had a nice time. He’s a good friend.” I put the emphasis on friend, hoping George and Carmen would get the point.

They did, but they refused to acknowledge it.

“I don’t understand. He’s clearly interested. What’s stopping you?” Carmen turned around to face me, giving me a small smile.

“Now isn’t the time for a relationship.”

“Oh come on, age 28 isn’t the time for a relationship?” George rolled his eyes at me, chuckling as he continued to drive us to the track.

How exactly was I supposed to tell George ‘oh I don’t want to be a drivers girlfriend because the pressures are too much.’ Carmen was amazing at handling the pressure, and I loved their relationship, but I wasn’t her. I valued my privacy to much, and I was too sacred of losing it.

“I am, in fact, happy being single. I don’t need a boyfriend to be happy.”

“No one said you needed one,” Carmen said a little exasperated. “I’m just confused why you don’t want Daniel.”

“Can we just drop it for now?” I didn’t mean for the words to come out of my mouth so harshly, but I was over this conversation. George and Carmen silently nodded, a little taken aback by my outburst. After a few more moments of silence, I opened my notebook once again and began reviewing some of the car stats with George.

*****

“AND THERE WE HAVE IT. DANIEL RICCIARDO WITH HIS SECOND WIN FOR MCLAREN!”

As I overheard the Sky Sports coverage in the garage, a small smile crept over my face. He’d finally done it, Daniel had managed to win at his home race. George and Lewis had done well, coming in P3 and P4 respectively, behind Daniel and Max. The crowd to meet the three of them as they parked their cars in the podium spots was massive. George finally spotted me in the sea of people, and he ran over, giving me a huge hug before giving Carmen a big kiss.

“Good job, George – so proud of you!” I yelled.

“it’s all your Poppy – all you.”

I smiled at his response. George was great at thanking the entire team; he knew it was a team effort. As the podium celebration came to an end, I saw Daniel doing a shoey with Max and George, the three of them giggling like little school girls up on the podium. After the podium celebration was done, Carmen looped her arms with mine and we walked back to the Mercedes garage.

I took out my phone to send Daniel a text, but I noticed that a text was already on the screen from him.

Danny Ric: Got a shoey in my drivers waiting for you.

Me: Not worried I won’t come steal the McLaren engineering strategy?

Danny Ric: Nothing sexier than a little Formula 1 espionage ;-)

I rolled my eyes at his response, blushing a bit. I knew I should stay in the Mercedes garage, but as I walked back out into the hallway, I heard Toto announce that the team would be able to leave early. We’d all worked so hard all weekend, so the debrief would happen back at the offices on Tuesday.

Me: Fine – but it had better not be from the shoe you wore today!

I grabbed my bag and started walking towards the McLaren hospitality suite. Michael was waiting outside of the suite, a look of mischief in his eyes. He and I walked back to Daniels’ driver’s room, where he opened the door and snuck us inside. With all the commotion going on around us, no one even noticed me walk through the McLaren hospitality suite, which was probably for the best.

“I’ll be right back,” I heard Michael say. Before I could ask him what was going on, he had already left the room, leaving me to sit alone on the papaya colored couch in the room.

After a few more moments, I saw Daniel walk into the room, a huge smile on his face. He ran over to me and gave me a huge hug, picking me up in the air and spinning me around. I squeaked as he picked me up, wrapping my arms around him.

“So proud of you Danny!”

Daniel sat me down and looked me straight in the eyes. His stare was intense, but his smile was still huge. I felt pesky butterflies begin to circle in my stomach. I shouldn’t be feeling this way… we were just friends, I reminded myself.

“Where is the rest of the Daniel Ricciardo crew!? I’m sure everyone wants to celebrate with McLaren’s hero himself,” I teased. Daniel ignored my comment, gently placing his hand on my chin, tipping it up so I could look directly into his eyes.

“I love it when you call me Danny.” His words were a tad slurred, and I could tell he was a little tipsy after celebrating on the podium. I felt butterflies forming in my stomach as he said the words. His eyes were looking straight into mine, and I could see some unspoken words in them.

The moment felt incredibly romantic, so I smiled a bit and backed away out of his grasp, turning to his table and grabbing a glass, pouring myself some champagne from the large champagne bottle.

I decided to change the subject. “So where are we going to celebrate tonight?” Daniel smiled and motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him by patting it aggressively.

I did as he motioned and sat down, turning to look at Daniel as he spoke. “Michael has a club booked. I’ll text you the details.”

I nodded in response, downing my glass of champagne. I went to say something, but I heard my phone going off. It was George.

“Don’t answer it,” Danny said, a little bit of desperation in his voice. I gave Danny a look of annoyance and opened my phone. He knew I had to answer it.

“Hey George!” I could hear a ton of commotion in the background, and could barely make out what George was saying. Still, after a little bit of back and forth, George was telling me he was leaving and asked if I was coming.

“Thanks for the drink, Dan, but I gotta run – my ride is leaving. But I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” I could feel the energy in the room shift, a look of disappoint on Daniel’s face. It’s as if he was building up to say something, but couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. Still, a sly smile formed on his lips and he nodded at me, taking the glass from my hand.

“Of course – can’t wait!”

As I turned to leave, Daniel called out to me one more time. “Oh, and Poppy, try and wear something papaya tonight, yeah?” he said with a wink.

“You’re the worst!” I giggled out, checking the McLaren hallway before making a b-line towards the exit.

*****

As I walked into my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto the bed, collapsing from the exhausting day. As my back hit the bed covers, I felt something underneath me. Weird, I thought. The cleaning team had definitely been through my room.

I hopped off the bed and looked down to see what I had landed on. On the bed was a – now squished – shopping bag. The bag was beautiful, with lovely tissue paper coming out of it. Wherever this piece of clothing was from, it was expensive.

"Must be a thank you from George," I mumbled aloud to myself. Before opening it, I sent George a text, reminding him he didn’t need to get me gifts – I was just doing my job as his race engineer.

Me: I don’t need gifts, George… I’m doing my job!

George R: I’m confused...is this you asking for a gift?

Me: Ha ha, very funny… now stop getting me gifts!

I attached a photo of the bag in the text. I could see three dots form on our iMessage thread, then disappear, then form again. As I waited for George’s response, I went to the bathroom and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water sooth my aching body. Just as my shower finished, I heard my phone ding.

George R: Poppy, you are family to me. I love you like a sister, and as my sister, I can sincerely say, I would never get you something from that store. No offense but… gross.

I cocked my eyebrows at that text and then quickly dumped the items out of the bag, curious what was going to be in there. As the items hit the bed, I let out a huge “oooooh”, immediately understanding George’s text.

On the bed lay a beautiful lingerie set from Agent Provocateur in bright orange – papaya to be more specific. Immediately a text from Carmen lit up my phone, and I rolled my eyes. Carmen and George shared literally everything – and while I loved them both, sometimes I hated their relationship.

Carmen: WHO GOT YOU THE LINGERIE? AND HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT BRAND?

As a response I just sent her back a photo of the brightly colored lingerie. Inside the bag was a card, which had fallen out with the bra.

The card read:

Saw this and thought of you.

Figured you wouldn’t have brought something Papaya with you.

Dan xoxo

I re-read the card no less than 10 times. I let my hands feel the lingerie; it was incredibly soft and beautiful. The price of the set was probably more than all of my bras and underwear put together.

Carmen: So much for being just friends ;-)

So much indeed. I knew I should be frustrated with Daniel. I had made it clear that I was only interested in being friends, but as I put the lingerie set on, I felt myself getting less and less mad. It looked and felt incredible on me… and I felt incredible wearing it. It was simple yet elegant.

Bastard knew I’d like this set.

After another hour went by, I threw on the dress that I had brought for tonight and made my way downstairs to where I was meeting George and Carmen. As we hopped into the taxi, Carmen leaned over and whispered, “So are you wearing it under your dress?” She wiggled her eyebrows, causing George to laugh. I was a little horrified that George knew I had received this lingerie from Danny, but decided to ignore the nagging inside of me.

Fuck it, I was wearing 250 pound lingerie, and I looked hot wearing it.

I just gave her a sly smile but said nothing, instead looking down at my phone. The champagne had started to hit, and I was feeling a little bolder.

Me: Wildest thing – someone broke into my room. ;-)

Danny Ric: Oh? Hope they didn’t take anything valuable

Me: Quite the opposite, my thief left me a girft… so inconvenient of him, my suitcase is already quite full.

Danny Ric: Oh yeah? This thief leave you anything good?

Me: I’d say so… although the color was a little off.

As soon as I sent the text we arrived at the Melbourne club. The club promoter shuffled us inside the building and up the stairs to the VIP section that had been rented out for the evening. As soon as we entered, I saw Lando run over to us, giving both me and Carmen a huge hug. Luisa was behind him, shaking her head in slight embarrassment. Clearly the McLaren team had spent the rest of the evening drinking before coming here.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny start to move towards us. He had a huge grin on his face and a knowing twinkle in his eyes. I moved towards him and matched his grin, giving him a hug as I approached.

“Danny, surprised you’re still standing,” I quipped, motioning to the drink in his hand. He had to easily be on the second bottle of champagne.

Daniel leaned down, putting his face next to my ear and quickly whispered, “Don’t want to drink too much, sweatshirt, or I might not be able to see that little gift the thief left you later.”

Before I could retort something rude to him about the unlikeliness of that happening, George came over and gave Daniel a big hug, congratulating him on the win and chatting about the few moments they went back and forth for P1.

Carmen and Luisa each grabbed a hand of mine and dragged me to the bar to order drinks.

“Soooo… you going to give Danny a congratulations present later tonight?” Luisa giggled, giving me a knowing look. I looked at Carmen who pretended to not notice my glare as she ordered from the bartender.

“A polite woman never kisses and tells!”

“Aww come on Poppy – you’re no fun!”

I stuck my tongue out at the two of them as I took my drink from the counter and left, walking back towards the group of guys who had found seats at a booth closer to the back. I sat and chatted to Michael, Daniel’s friend, a bit before making my way to the dance floor, grabbing Carmen and Luisa in the process, demanding that they dance with me.

As Carmen and I swayed to the music, I saw Daniel walk over and cut in. “Mind if I have this next dance?” Before I could protest, Carmen gave me a huge smile and ran off the dance floor towards George at a speed that I think matched the Formula 1 cars. Daniel gabbed my hips and we continued to dance together, letting the beat of the music set the pace of our bodies.

As the song “6 Inch Heels” by Beyonce came on, I felt Daniel step closer to me, letting his hands gently roam up and down my waist as we danced. I wanted to pull away, but the feeling of his hands on me was phenomenal. I had missed Daniel’s touched – hell, I had missed everything about him. He was amazing in bed and as we danced closer, our bodies tightly wound together, I began to forget all of those reasons why we shouldn’t be together.

As if Daniel could tell my mind was wondering, he lifted my chin up to face him. “You look so, so beautiful in that dress.”

“What if I told you it’s not even the most expensive thing I’m wearing tonight,” I said in a sultry voice I did not recognize as my own. I could see Daniel’s eyes darken, lust filling his brown eyes as I turned around, letting my back hit his chest as we continued to dance. I could feel his cock starting to get hard behind me, pushing slightly into my ass as we swayed to the music.

Daniel let his lips ghost the shell of my ear as he leaned down, whispering, “Oh really now… sounds like that thief really did leave a nice gift, maybe you should consider thanking them.”

“Well, if I’m lucky, he might drop by my room tonight so I can thank him properly.”

Daniel turned me around to face him once again, his lips still dangerously close to my face as we danced to the music, ignoring everyone around us. It was if the entire room had disappeared, and it was just Danny and I – not a care in the world.

Daniel nodded at my words, as if he was contemplating them. “True, although now I think about it, Poppy, I mean if a thief has access to your room, maybe it’s not to safe for you to be there all alone. Perhaps you should stay at a friends tonight.” I didn’t miss the way he said friends, a hint of mischief and laugher in his voice, as if he was slightly mocking me.

“Well, I would but I think all my friends are a little busy tonight… maybe I should see if Carlos is free?” I said nonchalantly, getting some internal satisfaction as I saw Daniel clench his jaw at the mention of Carlos.

Before I knew it, I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the group. Daniel picked up my purse and waved at George and Carmen. “I’m going take this one home!”

Daniel hadn’t even thought of an excuse, too wound up after my comment about Carlos. I wanted to protest, or at least put up a fake protest to put forward the illusion that I had some control over this, but as I turned around, I saw George and Carmen laughing, both giving me four thumbs up between the two of them, clearly enjoying my predicament.

I knew those fools were in on this. How else would Daniel’s assistant have gotten the key to my room?

As soon as Daniel told the taxi driver the address, his lips were on mine. The kiss was hot and passionate, full of lust. Our tongues were both fighting for dominance over the other as Daniel wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me as close to him as possible.

Fortunately the club was a very short distance from the McLaren hotel. Daniel pulled me out of the cab and made quick work of getting us into the elevator. As we stepped inside, I saw a group of VIPs standing there, chatting away. They gave Daniel some compliments on the race, before the elevator door rang for Daniel’s floor. Daniel dragged me to his hotel room and quickly opened the door.

Before I could say anything, he picked me up and threw me on top of the bed, licking his lips as he looked down at me.

“Before this continues, Poppy – I have to ask, are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel moved closer to me, his pupils were now completely blown. His leaned down on top of me and looked into my eyes; the question lingered in the air a little while longer.

“Yes,” I finally breathed out.

“Good because after tonight, I don’t think we can go back to being friends.”

“Fuck it – we were pretty terrible at being friends anyway,” I laughed, earning a chuckle from Daniel as he tore my dress over my shoulders, leaving me in my heals and papaya lingerie set.

Daniel crawled over me and kissed my lips, before trailing his sloppy kisses down my neck and chest, making sure to pay attention to every mole and mark that he saw. I whined a bit as Danny played close attention to each of my breasts, giving them the attention he said they deserved. After a few more moments, Daniel began to make his way down my body to where I wanted him most. He slowly pulled my beautiful lacy underwear off, throwing it to the back of the room. I sighed at the contact when his lips left soft kisses around my core, opening my legs a little bit more and pushing myself down. I heard a chuckle come from Daniel, and I gave me a little pout as he looked up at me, a devious grin and twinkle in his eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I love everything about your body, all the way down to each of your moles.”

I felt myself blush, not that Daniel could see it, as he dove into my core like a man starved. Daniel’s tongue began to work its way around my clit, never getting quite as close as I wanted him to as he continued to tease and taste me.

It didn’t take Daniel long to get me to my first orgasm. As soon as my orgasm hit me, I began chanting his name, grabbing the sheets with both my hands as the bliss tore through my body. As soon as I could open my eyes, still panting, I saw Daniel looking up at me with his beautiful eyes, saliva running down his chin as he licked his lips, clearly enjoying the taste of my juices.

That should not have turned me on as much as it did.

As Daniel began to crawl up my body, I stopped him and took the opportunity to switch us, causing Daniel to fall onto his back as I sat on top of his thighs.

“Fuck Daniel, I don’t know what it is about this thigh tattoo, but its so damn hot.” Daniel just smirked at my reaction, grabbing my hips with both of his large hands to steady me as I observed his tattoo.

“You want to ride me, baby girl?”

I nodded in response, lifting my hips as he situated himself underneath me. I began to let myself sink onto him, gasping as he began to fill me up. I had forgotten how big he was, and even though he had prepped my body for him, he still felt massive. I let myself revel in the feeling of him for a moment, slowly moving my body back and forth to get some friction on my clit. As if on cue, Daniel brought his hand to my clit and began to rub slow circles over me.

At first the overstimulation made me stop a bit, but as Daniel kept going as a slow pace, I began to feel myself hurdling towards that pleasure I remembered all too well.

“Oh, fuck, Danny – don’t stop.” I continued to bounce up and down, letting my hands steady myself on his chest for extra balance as I could feel myself beginning to reach my second orgasm of the night. Daniel let out a string of grunts and groans, and I could tell that he was getting closer.

“Come with me, baby girl,” he begged – well, pleaded – as he began thrusting up into me as I came down on him, his hand working furiously around my clit.

After a few more moments, I felt my walls begin to flutter around his length. I fell forward as I reached my climax. Daniel thrusted a few more times, before letting out a guttural sound himself, calling out my name as I could begin to feel his cum drip down my legs.

We both panted a bit longer, attempting to catch our breaths. Daniel moved me off of him and laid me down as he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up, before throwing it on the floor and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“That was…” he began, not being able to find the words.

“Yeah…” I agreed.

We both sat there in silence a bit longer, neither of us knowing what to say.

“Glad you liked the lingerie.”

“Bold move – dropping off lingerie at my hotel room.” As I said the words, Daniel pulled me closer into him, draping my spent body over his.

“I meant what I wrote in the note. I saw the set and immediately thought of you. Well, I immediately thought of me pulling it off of you,” he added cheekily.

I giggled at his comment, slapping his chest playfully. We fell back into a comfortable silence for a bit longer. I knew I had to ask the question that was hanging over us, a question I knew we both wanted to avoid. After a few more moments of silence, Daniel flipped me onto my back, his body was now leaning over me. His face was only inches from mine and he gave my lips a gentle peck. I felt his hands rub up and down my waist in soothing motions.

Finally Daniel spoke, bringing forward the question I knew he was going to ask. “Why did you just want to be friends last year?” His words were gentle as he brought one hand up to caress my face, moving some hair out of my face in the process.

“I don’t know, Danny,” I began, but he stopped me with another peck on my lips.

“I can tell you why I didn’t fight for you.” His words took me aback a bit and I paused, looking deeply into his eyes, curious about what he was going to say.

“I didn’t fight because I was scared you would reject me. Scared you would get tired of me and my jokes; scared you would be embarrassed about how I was driving the car.” He said the last part so low, I barely heard him.

As he finished his sentence, I raised my head and pecked his lips, letting a small smile cross my face. “You were worried I’d be embarrassed to be seen with you?” I asked, confusion laced in my voice. Daniel just nodded in response.

As he said the words I felt a pit in my stomach. I had denied Daniel because of my own insecurities, but as listened to how he felt, I felt silly – stupid even. I felt terrible that I had made him feel that way by denying our relationship, never giving him a reason why.

But I knew why I didn’t tell him the reason – because he would have told me I was being ridiculous. That no matter what the journalists, gossip blogs or fans said, he’d always find me to be beautiful. He would have convinced me it was all okay, tearing down the walls I had built up in the process.

I didn’t tell him the reason because I was scared, but as I looked into his eyes, all of those fears began to dissipate.

“I said I wanted to be friends, Danny, because I was scared. Scared of being a F1 drivers girlfriend. Scared that people would think I wasn’t worthy enough to be your girlfriend, or that sleeping with you might get me promotions I wouldn’t otherwise get. Scared of losing my privacy…”

I hated how small my voice was when the words came out of my mouth, but as I looked up at Daniel, I saw a huge grin on his face. “You – F1’s most savage engineer and 2x title holder were scared you weren’t worthy enough?” As the words left Daniel’s mouth, so did a chuckle.

“Babe, fuck anyone who doesn’t think you’re worthy enough. Any promotions you get are backed up my phenomenal results from you and George. You’re incredibly intelligent and beautiful.” Danny leaned down to give me another kiss on the lips.

I giggled a bit at his assertiveness and then looked away, not sure what to say. “So where does this leave us?”

“There hasn’t’ been a day where I haven’t thought about you,” Daniel admitted to me. “I still want to take you out, show you off to the world, tell everyone that I have this amazing girlfriend. But I totally understand your concerns for privacy. So, I’d like to take this slow, do things the right way.”

“Yeah?” I asked, a hint of disbelief in my voice.

Daniel nodded, letting his body rest next to me now. I turned to face him and gave his cheek a kiss, snugging in closer to him. “You drive a hard bargain, Ricciardo; quite the negotiator.” I joked.

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe there is still hope for me to convince you to become my engineer after all.” Before I could protest, I felt his lips on mine again. I knew I was in for a long night.

***********

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