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CHARLES LECLERC

He would IMMEDIATELY sprint to where you are in the house as soon as he heard a thunder, knowing you get immensely scared when you hear the loud noises through the windows.

“I'm coming, baby! Please don’t worry, mon chérie!”

“I'm here, my love, I'm here for you.”

Charles would immediately pick you up, tightly hugging you and giving you the sweetest and softest kisses to your head.

“I know it’s loud and scary,” kiss on the top of your head, “but it’s okay,” kiss on your temple, “I’m here, mon amour.”

gently stroking your hair, constantly reminding you that he’s here and that it’s okay to be scared.

CARLOS SAINZ

He would for sure already have you in his arms since he checked his weather app and saw that a storm was approaching your area.

Carlos would try to distract you as much as possible.

“You wanna watch a movie, cariño?”

“You wanna play a board game, baby?”

“You wanna bake or cook something, sweetheart?”

He would quickly make some popcorn before he would sit down and watch your favourite movie with you, obviously cuddling you in the mean time.

“You’re comfortable, baby? Need anything else?”

Strokes your arms with his thumb and leaves tender kisses on your shoulder from time to time.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

“Okay my love, don’t be scared… but the news say that there’s a storm coming up, okay?”

He would definitely warn you in advance and tell you when exactly the storm's gonna come and go and how strong it’s supposed to be.

“Apparently it shouldn’t rain but the thunder should be very strong, but don’t worry! I’ll hold you, c'mere.”

WOULDN'T LET YOU GO FOR ONE SINGLE SECOND.

Always either holds your hand or carries you somewhere.

“It’s so stupidly loud, I know baby… but it should be over soon and then we can have our peace again, okay?”

He caresses your head, whispers sweet nothings into your ear and gives your temple or cheek there and there a short peck.

TOTO WOLFF

Maybeeeee wouldn’t care that much at the beginning but as soon as he notices how scared you actually are, he comes to comfort you.

“Are you really that scared of thunderstorms, darling?” Toto would ask you nicely.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Liebling… c‘mere, come in my arms.”

Shh’s you all the time to make you forget that there’s a thunder outside.

“Shhh, mein engel,” my angel, “it’s just a thunder, it can’t hurt you, okay? Just a noisy thunder, baby.”

He would always squeeze your body and pull you even closer (if that’s even possible) when a loud thunder would bash against the windows, making you jump.

LANDO NORRIS

YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN'T BE A BIT SCARED AS WELL-

of course he would comfort you and hold you, but he’s a bit jumping as well each time a thunder bashes against one of your windows.

“Oh god! Why is it so loud!? I have never heard a thunder being that loud!”

“When does this end!? It’s okay darling, I got you, just like you got me…right?”

“I'm scared as well, baby…you’re not the only one scared of thunders but I‘m here for you, don’t you worry baby.”

LEAVES CONSTANTLY THOUSANDS OF KISSES ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD, YOUR TEMPLE, YOUR CHEEK AND MOUTH.

RBR!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

“I already knew that the thunder would scare you, mein Liebling… so I bought headphones for you and made a playlist for you!”

He would literally only listen to music with you.

Sing with you to it.

Dance with you to it.

“Come dance with me, baby.”

Would gently sway to Elvis Presley or dean martin with you.

But two minutes later he would wildly dance to slipknot or Marilyn Manson with you.

He would randomly pick you up and slam you against the wall and make out with you — basically do anything that’s possible to drown the thunders noises out.

“You don‘t have to be so scared of the thunder, okay? I’m here for you, Liebling and I will always be here for you.”

MICK SCHUMACHER

Mick would simply drown you kisses and nothing else.

You would already laugh, pushing him away a bit since he started tickling you as well.

“No mick! It’s fine, really! P-Please no tickling!”

“I don’t care, here comes the tickle monster!”

He would definitely constantly hold you and carry you around the house.

“I don’t care that you just quickly need to go to the bathroom! What if a loud thunder bashes against the window again?! Who will be there to save you?! To protect you?!”

Honestly, he’s kind of the type to brag a bit about protecting you from the loud thunder noises.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

“It’s just a stupid thunder baby, please! C'mere… c’mere princess.”

He would maybe be a tiiiiiiny bit overwhelmed with the fact that you’re so scared and shaky, but he would quickly try to help you.

“Perfect, come on… let me hold you, baby.”

Would just simply talk with you about anything and everything.

“You remember the day we first met, y/n baby?”

“Guess what yuki told me last Saturday!”

“I love you so much sweetheart, love you endlessly, pretty girl.”

BONUS ;

ASTONMARTIN!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

“Not those loud thunderstorms again, gott,” god.

Won't take his hands off of you for even ONE SECOND while he checks the GOD DAMN NEWS PAPER about todays weather.

“Okay, can you quickly listen to me, mein schatz?” my darling.

“Apparently, the thunder should stop in the middle of the night, so in about two to three hours! Then it’s all over, liebling.”

Draws unknown figures on your shaky body as he reads his daily newspaper.

“You want me to get you anything to calm you down, baby? You need anything? Want anything? I’ll bring you everything, engel! Don’t worry.”

“You tired? Wanna try to get some sleep and go to bed? Yeah? Let’s go, my love.”

LEWIS HAMILTON

“Where are my headphones goddamnit!”

Would try to quiet the noises of the thunders as much as possible for you.

“What do you want to listen to, baby?”

Immediately pulls you on top of his lap as soon as he notices that you’re shaking because of the bashes against the windows.

And rock your body forwards and backwards to calm you down while he looks for a specific playlist on his phone.

“Here it is! I’ve made a 'fucking thunderstorms' playlist for you, baby… tell me if you like it or not, okay?”

Lewis would lovingly hold you and rock you a bit while you just listen to the playlist he made specifically for you, constantly smiling down at you.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #smut #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #max verstappen x reader #toto wolff x reader #lando norris x reader #rbr seb x reader #mick schumacher x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #lewis hamilton x reader

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tiredbuthappy · 2 years

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Champagne Problems Part 7

A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoy and don't kill me! ❤️ Thank you to my live @haterpenny. Gif credit to @mclarenpodium

✨Previous parts linked here✨

Warnings: Swearing, panic attacks, drinking.

Words: 5.4K

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You woke up on Wednesday morning with Daniel fast asleep beside you. Nothing happened the previous night save for a few kisses. By the end of the second Ace Ventura movie you were both struggling to keep your eyes open and you were far too comfortable to move.

You glanced down at his sleep-tousled curls, a tired smile spreading over his lips as your eyes met.

“Good morning,” He said groggily, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in a bit closer. Not quite ready to let go yet.

“Good morning Danny,” You replied softly.

“I love when you call me that.” His voice was low and thick with sleep. It was a simple comment but it felt oddly intimate.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” There was a slight pause as he thought, his brows scrunching.

“I guess there’s a lot I never told you.” He finally said, forcing a weak smile to his lips. You pursed your lips and couldn’t stop yourself from moving one of the stray curls on his forehead. You snuggled back into his chest, hiding yourself away in him. You would have been content to stay in that moment forever.

“We should get up.” You muttered against him.

“No, I think we should stay here.” Daniel responded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We have training, we have media appearances,” Your voice trailed off a bit as the long list of responsibilities the two of you had ran through your mind.

“No, I quit.” He replied simply, making you giggle. You tried your best to sit up, but he pulled you right back into him. You found it difficult to fight him.

“You’re a terrible influence.” You said with a smirk.

“Thank you.” Daniel’s smile had returned at that. Again, you sat up and again he pulled you back down beside him. You let out a frustrated groan although you weren’t really upset. His face was only a couple inches from yours and you couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous he looked. His eyes staring back into yours like pools of golden honey.

“Once we leave this room… I just don’t know that I’ll ever get to spend this kind of time with you again.” He confessed, doing his best to avoid your gaze. That really let the air out of your sail.

“I… I’m going to figure things out. I just need a little more time. I know it hasn’t been fair to you, and I’m sorry.” You told him, your fingers running over the astronaut tattoo on his arm.

“No, I know the kind of pressure you’ve been under. And I should have figured out how I felt sooner. I’m sorry that it took this long.” You shook your head at his words but said nothing.

“So, the big party’s tonight. Gonna get shitfaced? I’d love an excuse to.” You said, propping yourself up to gaze down at him and doing your best to change the subject.

“Yeah? On a race weekend?” He asked, brows raised in surprise.

“Well, it’s Wednesday. So definitely not the weekend.” You told him, a finger poking his chest. His head tilted back and forth in consideration.

“Alright, fair. So how messy are we getting?” Daniel asked.

“Messy enough to forget about our problems.” You answered.

“Sounds perfect.” He agreed. You couldn’t help but lean over and press a kiss to his lips. He held you tightly by your waist, milking the kiss for all it was worth. When you pulled away that time, he let you go.

“Wanna meet for breakfast?” You questioned, peeking down at him as you stretched. You didn’t think there would be anything too scandalous about sharing a meal with your best friend.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Alright, I’m going to get a shower.” You told him while rummaging through your dresser for something to put on.

“Is that a shower for two or…?” Daniel asked, his eyebrows raised in question. You pursed your lips and gave him a look.

“No? Okay, got it.” He said with a nod, a sort of chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in a bit.” You said before disappearing into the bathroom.

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You and Daniel shared breakfast and mostly reflected on the start of the new season. You did your best to stick to business, talking about his new merch line, the McLaren updates he was a bit desperate for and some of the reliability issues you and Checo had been experiencing.

“Doesn’t matter how fast I go if I can’t finish the damn race.” You had told him, earning a chuckle in response.

When you finished your meal you promised to find him at the party that evening and parted ways.

You caught up with Marsali and did an ab circuit and some cardio that thoroughly kicked your ass. On your way back to your room you stopped for a few photos and autographs and found yourself stunned at the popularity Drive to Survive had brought the sport in America. In Texas barely two years ago no one had any idea who the hell you were. Now you were stopped every hundred feet or so to be wished well- even by those with the number 44 plastered across their shirts.

The party started around 7 and you got back to your room around 4:30. You took your second shower of the day before debating on outfits and how you were going to do your hair and makeup. The event was rather unusual for you and you had pretty much no idea what to expect. Likely some soft media questions, some drinks and some music. You chose to go with your team wear but decided to bring a short light dress to change into for when your press responsibilities were over with. Your phone buzzed as you worked on your hair.

Carlos: I’m going to need a dance with you tonight.

Your cheeks heated up at the thought. You felt a grin tugging at your lips as you wrote your reply.

Y/N: The press will be there. You’ll have to keep it PG. 😏

While you would literally never pass up the chance to have Carlos near you, the idea of being so close in front of everyone concerned you. You weren’t looking for attention in that regard. But perhaps a shot or two would help quell those fears. After all- it was a party, right? Who could blame you for cutting loose and having a little fun?

Carlos: I’ll behave if you will.

You let out a groan at that. What the hell was he trying to do to you?

Images from your golf date with Carlos flashed through your mind. You remembered how lovely it felt to have him so near you, the way his kiss made your knees go weak. You were excited to see him again.

Then your eyes glanced over to the bed you had shared with Daniel the previous night, a lump forming in your chest. You hadn’t been in the same place as the two men since the night at the club where this whole mess began and you had no idea what it was going to be like. You pushed the pessimistic thoughts out of your mind and tried to remember that the party was not the most important part of the trip. The first practice session was the next day and you were eager to get out on the track and see for yourself what it was like. You glanced into the mirror and smiled- it seemed you would be doing a lot of it that evening.

You left the hotel in your team polo and a pair of high-rise black shorts that made your legs look extra long. Paired with some cute Vans, you felt comfortable and ready for whatever festivities the night would hold.

When you got to the track you headed to the Red Bull garage to meet up with Checo and Christian. One of the members of the PR team, Patricia was fluttering about, talking a mile a minute about what to say, topics to avoid and how to behave at a F1 sponsored party. The only F1 events you typically attended were the races, press conferences and the end of the year award ceremony. But a party? With alcohol? And your two favorite people to makeout with? You were just the tiniest bit nervous.

“So you know, pretend it’s a press conference. Just smile and don’t have too many Heineken’s. They’re the sponsors so they’re passing them out like candy.” You chuckled until you realized this warning only seemed to be for you, Checo and Christian shooting you a knowing look with raised eyebrows.

“Wh-what? Why are you looking at me?” You sputtered, mildly offended.

“Let’s just say I’ve stopped a photo or two from going to the press. And when was the last time you saw Checo drunk?” You opened your mouth to protest but they had a point.

“Yeah- fine. Bet no one said anything to Kimi,” You grumbled under your breath, arms crossed as though you had just been scolded by your parents.

Soon the three of you were making your way backstage and you were already overwhelmed by your surroundings. You could hear the crowd on the other side of the stage, but really had no idea what you were in for. Your eyes wandered through the drivers wandering around, all hunching over into one another in an effort to hear over the booming music. Before you could catch sight of Daniel or Carlos, you were being shooed into a line up of sorts. You realized Mattia, Charles and Carlos were in front of you. You poked right between the 55 printed across the back of Carlos’ shirt. His head whipped around and the minute his eyes found yours a big smile was spreading across his cheeks.

“Oh- hola,” He said, his voice lowering into a bit of a hush as he leaned in towards you.

“Hey. This is… weird, right?” You asked, unsure of why you had decided to grab his attention in the first place. It just seemed wrong for him to be so near and not have his eyes on yours.

“Yes, weird. But it should be fun-” Carlos was cut off as he rushed a bit to keep up with his teammate. You listened as the emcees announced the Ferrari team and took a shaky exhale as you were next.

“Now let’s welcome Sergio Perez and- here comes Trouble- our championship leader!” You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes just a little bit. You stepped out from behind the curtain and became acutely aware of the way your heart was beating. There had to be thousands and thousands of people below, all watching you with bated breath. You were the picture of perfect composure, a well-practiced smile on your lips as you waved a wave pretty enough to make pageant queens envious. At some points in your career, you truly couldn’t see the difference between racing and pageants.

Christian stood beside the two of you, looking very much like a proud Papa.

“How are you feeling to be here in Miami?” They asked you, handing a mic your way.

“Damp. It’s very humid.” You said, coaxing a laugh from the interviewers.

“No, we’re thrilled to be here. The city, the food, the people- everything is beautiful.” That earned a cheer from the party-goers.

“And how are you feeling about your chances of extending your lead?” There was that damned question again.

“Fingers crossed! We have the team, we have the car, we have the drive. We’re ready to make it happen.” You answered, Christian nodding his agreement over your shoulder. Of course that was the only answer you could give.

They turned to Checo and he spoke in Spanish- of course the crowd went bananas. You loved seeing him get that kind of response- he was a wonderful teammate and you genuinely celebrated his successes.

Thankfully after that the three of you were out of the spotlight, with the Mercedes boys stepping up behind you.

“Fuck that.” You muttered under your breath, so relieved that portion of the evening was over. You never had a problem speaking to the press, but standing in front of a literal sea of people was intimidating in a way that you had not been expecting. Usually you could hide behind your helmet or your car- but being out in the open made you feel exposed.

You were pulled back to the present at the sound of Daniel’s hearty laugh. His voice echoed through the speakers as he talked about the car’s new updates and his excitement for the race. Then they brought up his helmet and he was doing his Ace Ventura impression and you couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

You often found yourself envious at the way people couldn’t help but adore Daniel. He fed off of people’s attention and it all seemed so easy and natural for him. You did not have that same kind of comfort in front of the crowds. People doubted your ability, talked down to you and always asked you questions that never seemed relevant to the sport. Questions like ‘How do you balance having a love life and racing?’ or ‘How do you stay in shape to keep up with the other drivers?’. You always did your best to smile through the misogyny and drive the car as best as you could. But Daniel- even when confronted with uncomfortable or just plain rude questions- took it all in stride and won his critics over; it was a part of his magical Ricciardo charm.

You stood as more teammates and principals walked out and more questions were asked and answered. You did your best to look interested, but still you found it difficult to ignore the thunderous way your heart was thumping. Your desperation to be literally anywhere else was growing exponentially with every passing second. After what felt like hours, the formal portion of the evening was coming to an end. You posed for photos and spent a few minutes making small talk before finally being able to make your escape.

You vanished into a private room and slipped into your light dress, hoping it may make breathing in the heat a bit easier. Then you were forcing yourself back out and into the chaos.

You climbed down the little stairs and into the VIP section, hoping to mingle and hide among the crowd. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt a hand on your arm.

“Ready for your first drink of the evening?” Daniel asked, a beer outstretched in offering. You had no idea how he’d gotten them so fast. You happily accepted nonetheless.

“Yes, please.” You took a generous first sip, hoping it would distract you and cool you down a bit.

“This whole thing… It’s a bit much, don’t you think?” You hollered up at him, hoping your tone sounded more casual than you felt. Dan didn’t seem to be buying it, his brow furrowed as his eyes scanned your features. His hand gently rested on yours.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked, leaning in ever-closer in an effort to keep your comments private. You put that same winning smile back on.

“Yeah- great, I’m great. I just would love a distraction.” You yelled back.

“Too many eyes,” You added, hoping that would be enough for him to catch your meaning. Almost as if on cue, Kygo began playing and Daniel commandeered your beer, setting both yours and his on the nearest table.

“Come on,” He said, outstretching his hand towards you. Normally you would be extra cautious about dancing with Daniel in public, but some drivers were dancing with their friends and guests so it didn’t seem like it would raise too many eyebrows. Every one knew how close the pair of you were, and as long as you didn’t let things get too intimate you thought it would be fine. Plus, Daniel wasn’t trying to seduce you this time- he was trying to make you laugh. Daniel busted out his most embarrassing moves- almost like he was in Pulp Fiction. You were giggling and just doing your best to keep up as Dan took your hand and spun you. It wasn’t at all pretty- you stumbled over yourself a little as he maneuvered you into a dip. You almost toppled over, but somehow he kept you on your feet. The pair of you had your heads thrown back in laughter as you broke apart, the light from a flashing camera catching your attention. The photographer nodded their thanks before moving on to photograph Toto and Lewis who seemed to be talking over drinks. Just as you went to speak you felt a finger tap your shoulder. You turned away from Daniel and there stood Carlos. He had a smile on his lips- but it was different from the one that you were familiar with.

“You don’t mind if I cut in, do you Daniel?” You could barely hear the exchange. For the first time you saw Daniel’s calm exterior crack just the slightest. His usual big grin fell for just a moment before he put it back on. You glanced between the two men, unsure of what to say or if you should speak at all.

“Of course not.” Dan glanced at you, as if to see your reaction. You did your best to avoid his gaze and smiled weakly. You barely registered a nod from Dan and then he was grabbing his beer and disappearing back into the crowd. You felt a pang of guilt but you had been nothing but honest with him and Carlos was already slipping his arms around you. You were swaying to the music but you didn’t feel much like dancing. It seemed like everywhere you turned there were expectant eyes anxiously watching your every move, asking questions you couldn’t answer. You didn’t know if you would be the next world champion, you didn’t know which man you wanted to be with.

You dropped Carlos’ hands and took an abrupt step back. Immediately a look of concern flashed over his features.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, his brows pressed together in confusion.

“Yeah- I, I just need a minute.” You backed away, quickly looking around for an escape route. You dodged past Lando who shot you a look, and almost ran straight into Toto Wolff. You tried to feign a smile before apologizing to the wall-of-a-man, and then you were back on the run. You made it backstage, but there was still far too much activity going on for your liking. You wandered a bit until you found yourself alone and you slumped back against a wall and slid down to a sitting position. Your chest heaved as you did your best to breathe, your shaky hands coming up to put your hair behind your ears. You dropped your head, tears streaming down your cheeks with abandon. Everyone was so busy partying, they didn’t seem to notice your absence. You just couldn’t hold it in, your body ached and you tried to focus on getting your breathing back under control. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realize someone had followed you.

“Hey- it’s okay, everything’s fine.” The voice startled you and you looked up through glassy eyes to see Lewis Hamilton. Normally you would be embarrassed- mortified even, for him to see you in such a state but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He sat beside you, his elbows resting on his knees, worried eyes watching yours.

“Just breathe, yeah? Come on, in 1, 2, 3, 4. Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4. Out, 1, 2, 3, 4.” He said in a calm and even voice, joining you in the breathing exercise. You nodded and did as he instructed. Something about the way he spoke and hearing his breathing line up with yours really did have a calming effect.

“Good, again.” He told you, holding your gaze as you saw his chest fill with air once more. The two of you sat like that for at least five minutes before you found yourself capable of speaking. You wiped your bleary eyes and forced a smile.

“Thank you. I- I don’t know what happened.” You said finally finding it in yourself to meet his eyes.

“I’m embarrassed,” You muttered, hiding behind a slight chuckle.

“No, come on. This stays between us. I know exactly how you feel.” Lewis placed his hand on your shoulder as he spoke. Usually the two of you had short, polite exchanges, but you never expected for him to see you in such a vulnerable position.

“I’m a mess.” You groaned.

“No, you’ve got a lot going on. Working for the championship… it’s not easy. Even with the right team and the right car. I know what it’s like to feel alone here.” You chewed at the side of your lip as you considered how much you and Lewis really did have in common. You watched as he stood.

He offered you his hand and helped you to your feet.

“You’re not alone. We’re competitors, but we can be friends too.” He told you. You were touched by his sincerity.

“I would like that.” You agreed. He extended you his hand, but you pulled him into a friendly hug. Once you released one another, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“Do you want to go back to the party?” Lewis asked, his thumb pointed back towards nthe chaos where you now heard- was that Joe fucking Jonas?

“Yeah, yeah I think so. Thanks again, really.” You told him sincerely.

“Anytime.”

The two of you emerged back into the crowd and went your separate ways, a nod in each other’s direction. You grabbed yourself another beer and focused on enjoying the music. You kept your eyes away from Carlos and Dan’s, eager to focus on yourself and having a good time. Instead you found Seb, huddled over with Mick in the corner. He had on his Miami 2060 First GP Underwater tee on, and you couldn’t help but smile at just how ‘Seb’ the message was. You pointed your finger over at him, and beckoned him over, a big goofy smile on his features. He gave in and set his drink down and made his way over to you. If you thought Dan’s dance moves were bad, Seb’s were way worse. It was exactly what you needed to distract yourself. After a minute you went and grabbed Mick and forced him to join in, an embarrassed blush settling over his cheeks. The two of you had overlapped a bit already in your racing careers and you were thrilled when he got the call to F1. He and Seb were like your weird little work family and you were more than happy to make a fool out of yourself with them beside you.

Between songs you went to grab a drink and found Daniel there, likely on his fourth beer or so with his elbows leaned back on the bar and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you.

“You should come join us.” You said, nudging your elbow towards your two favorite German dorks dancing disjointedly only a couple yards away.

“The life of the party.” He said with a smirk.

“I was thinking I might head out.” Dan told you and your smile fell a little.

“Yeah, okay. I probably won't last much longer either.” You replied casually.

“You know I’m here for you, right?” He asked suddenly, catching you a bit by surprise.

“Y-yeah, of course I know that.” You replied with a faltering smile, taken aback by his sudden sincerity.

“Well, I hope you have a good night.” He told you simply and you nodded.

“Yeah- you too, Danny.” You grabbed your drink and headed back to dancing. Mick and Seb did a great job of making you forget about the panic that had so recently been flowing through your veins. Especially because Mick was a lightweight and a very goofy drunk.

The three of you hung out for about another hour before you decided to call it a night. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally. You wished Seb and Mick a goodnight and thanked them for being your distractions and watched as Seb guided a very wobbly Mick into the backseat of a car.

You laughed and shook your head before you wandered over to the entrance where you planned to meet with Marsali for a ride back home.

While waiting for her you heard your name in Carlos’ low voice.

“Are you okay? You kind of disappeared earlier.” You bit at your lip and glanced towards the ground.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a rough minute there.” You explained. He nodded knowingly.

“Alright, well how about a nightcap?” He asked sweetly just as your trainer pulled up in the Honda that had been deemed yours for the weekend. You considered his invitation for a moment before deciding you weren’t up for it.

“Sorry, I’m ready to call it a night. Maybe later this weekend though?” You offered, hoping that wouldn’t discourage him.

You bid him goodnight with a hand patting his shoulder gently, and then you were climbing into the car and heading back to the hotel.

The rest of the weekend went by fairly quickly- you had at least a dozen public appearances to make and had no time to yourself, which you were pretty grateful for. Your busy schedule kept you out of your head and helped you focus more on the race ahead. You hadn’t been given a chance to reschedule with Carlos, though you had bumped into him once or twice around the paddock.

Before you knew it, it was Sunday afternoon and you were stretching in your race suit in your driver’s room. Marsali was doing her best to hype you up, making jokes and playing your favorite playlist to get you in the right mindset.

Soon it was time- you climbed into the cockpit and tugged your helmet on. You thought about your encounter with Lewis back at the party.

In, 1, 2, 3, 4. Hold 1, 2, 3, 4. Out 1, 2, 3, 4. Even though having a panic attack in a public place was an absolute nightmare, you were almost grateful it had happened. It gave you a peek at a much different Lewis than you were used to. You were two different generations of drivers, so you had never gotten the opportunity to be particularly close. It wouldn’t make him less intimidating in your rear view mirror, but it reminded you that you weren’t alone. The two of you knew what it was like to be an underdog, maybe more so than the other drivers on the grid.

“Alright, Y/N. Just go out there and do what we all know you can.” Christian’s voice came in over the radio.

“Got it.” You answered simply, determined to keep your cool. You flipped your visor down and rolled out onto the track, taking pole position and coming to a stop. You had managed to outqualify Hamilton as Mercedes struggled with a mechanical issue and a poorly timed yellow flag in quali. Leclerc had snagged P3 followed by Sainz, Perez, Norris and Ricciardo.

You led the pack during the warm up lap, weaving back and forth on your soft tyres as the other 19 drivers did the same. You slowed your pace as you hit the grid, hoping to let Albon and Latifi catch up a bit before you took your spot.

Finally you were all in position, eagerly watching the red lights blink, blink, blink before going out. You were roaring away from the start, doing your best to keep your eyes locked ahead instead of on any possible first- lap carnage that may happen behind you. You hardly ever made it through a first lap without a yellow flag, and this race wasn’t an exception. After flying down the rather long straight and taking the turn easily enough yourself, you heard your engineer through your headset.

“Big crash, yellow flag. Yellow flag.” You glanced in your mirror to try and figure out who it was, but all you could really see was debris. You slowed your speed before taking another peek behind you. You still saw Hamilton, Leclerc, Perez and some papaya- though you couldn’t be sure who.

“What happened? Who is it?” You asked, feeling yourself tense. The radio stayed quiet.

“Hey- who is it?” You repeated, letting your annoyance shine through.

“Ricciardo- Ricciardo and Sainz.” Your stomach dropped.

“Are they okay? Are they out- what happened?” You asked as calmly as you could- you knew your radio would be available for people to listen to after the race and you wanted to keep your composure- even if it was a lie.

“I will keep you updated.” Well what the fuck did that mean?

“Are they out?” You asked again, louder. As if perhaps he hadn’t heard you correctly the first time.

“They are getting out.” You sighed your relief at that. Your team was well aware of how close you and Daniel were and any time he was in an incident they did their best to shield you from it so you could focus on yourself.

“Are they going to red flag it?” You asked, doing your best to keep your head down and follow the Aston Martin in front of you. If there was a red flag you could maybe sneak away for a moment and go check on them.

“Negative. Mostly large debris and they’re removing the cars now.” You clenched your jaw. You wanted to know what the hell happened. You wanted to see for yourself that they were both okay.

Usually you loved hiding away in your car. You used it as a sort of escape from reality. It was a place in which you could be completely selfish in the pursuit of victory- push yourself to be the absolute best that you could be. But at that moment it felt like a prison. You were confined to it for the next hour and fifty minutes.

“They’re both headed to the medical tent.” Fuck. You didn’t reply for fear of what your voice may sound like.

Soon you were nearing the accident space, your car slowing to nearly a crawl to avoid the bits of wings and side pods littering the pavement. The wreck did look big- and it was into a concrete wall rather than the many well-cushioned spots along the track. The longer you followed the Aston the more you tortured yourself wondering about what had happened and if they truly were okay. Finally after passing the scene another two times, you were given the green light for the race to continue.

“Alright- let’s stay focused.” You knew Christian meant well but you wanted to tell him to fuck off.

“Ricciardo and Sainz are back in their garages. No serious injuries.” You were grateful to hear that, but until you had your eyes on them you couldn’t let yourself relax.

It took literally all of your experience and training to get you through the rest of that race. Every time you saw Hamilton crawling up your side you reminded yourself to breathe. You successfully held him off and extended the gap between you to about three seconds where you held a comfortable lead until you crossed the finish line.

That victory- you didn’t feel like celebrating. Every lap felt like an eternity and all you wanted to do was finish the race as quickly as you could. You weren't even that concerned about winning- you just didn’t want to let your team down.

You pulled into your designated spot and quickly removed your steering wheel and unhooked your helmet from the HANS device. You still felt full of adrenaline and you hopped out of the car, handing your wheel off to the nearest engineer.

“Y/N, you need to speak to the media and then get ready for the podium.”

“I’ll take the fine.” You said absently as you passed Patricia and headed towards the garages.

As you trotted off towards the garages, it hit you.

You knew exactly who you wanted to be with.

Run to Carlos

Run to Danny

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